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imagobin · 3 months

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🔯How the Zoldyck Siblings react to you being hurt🔯

For this scenario, you were hurt in a fight they didn't witness. We're keeping this one platonic! But they all just genuinely care about you. Just a thought I had because I recently fucked up my hand and need comfort lol

📍Illumi📍

Illumi doesn't tend to show a lot of emotions with his face. The moment he sees you're hurt, his gut reaction is to widen his eyes and make his way up to you.

The first couple steps are at a normal pace, but then, all of a sudden he's right next to you, and he's already inspecting your injury. His demeanor is calm, as usual, but he is a bit concerned on the inside.

He starts asking you questions, wanting to determine how much pain you're feeling, if you're hurting anywhere else, and also when and how you managed to hurt yourself, or if someone else did this. Whoever's hurt you has pretty much signed their death sentence.

If you're still distressed or crying, he'll feel a bit awkward, but attempt to comfort you by giving you light head pats. "There there, it'll be okay"

If after his masterful attempt at comfort you're still in distress, he'll wonder if he's doing something wrong, maybe he can try a different approach. No matter what kind of injury you got, Illumi's gonna pick you up (that usually succeeds in getting people to stop crying) and carry you back to the hotel to patch you up himself, his big brother instincts have taken over.

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🎮Milluki🎮

It may come as a surprise (or not), but Milluki is actually so caring with the people dear to him, it's mostly his mother, but you are up there too!

He'll first make sure nobody's watching him, because he doesn't like to act soft around the wrong people, he doesn't want to be mocked into oblivion by say... Killua lol

He rushes towards you, panicking and asking a hurricane of questions. "What happened?! Does it hurt a lot?! Who did this to you, who do I need to kill???"

It's a bit overwhelming, but he means well, though don't expect him to follow through with the killing thing if the person who hurt you is stronger than him. He'll still act cool in front of you, saying he'll get whoever harmed you.

He's not confident enough to patch you up himself, so he brings you to the butlers' quarters and gets them to do that instead. The butlers are pretty surprised to see Milluki care so much about someone who isn't part of the family.

While the butler's tending to your wounds, he tries to distract you from the discomfort of that process by chatting with you about one of the interests you guys have in common.

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🪀Killua🪀

Killua may not ALWAYS show that he cares, but you are a dear friend of his, so the moment he notices you're hurt, he does panic a bit on the inside, and shows genuine concern.

He wants to know how you injured yourself, if you tripped or if someone did this to you. Once he finds out it was because of someone else, he blames himself a bit. "If only I'd been there, I could've helped you- and you wouldn't be in this state now"

You find yourself having to calm the 14 year old down, it's okay, he couldn't have known. And besides, you're not terribly wounded, it hurts but... you can handle it.

Killua takes a deep breath and nods, he's just glad to see you're not in a worse condition, and immediately starts to think of what he can do for you right now.

He does think about asking Nanika to heal you, but decides against it, not wanting to take advantage of his sister's powers as a quick fix. He's more than happy to help you mend your wounds though.

He has turned away from his assassin life, but nothing's stopping him from finding the person who hurt you and heavily threaten them, just to make sure they'll never bother you again.

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🧸Alluka🧸

Alluka is the sweetest child, if she sees you're hurt she's going to run up to you and hug you tight. She may be 13, but she's still quite childish, so that's how she expresses her care.

You explain to her what happened, how you got into a fight and lost, and that's how you got those injuries. You assure her you're doing okay now, aside from... the pretty obvious cuts and bruises.

Alluka seems upset by this and puffs up her cheeks "That's not fair- what a big meanie! y/n, please be more careful next time!" You promise her you will.

Once that's settled, she begins to drag you by your sleeve/hand, where? You have no idea, but she seems to be very determined. Turns out, she was taking you to Killua, those two are never too far from each other.

She asks her brother for her band-aids, Killua takes one look at you and understands the situation and fetches them from his backpack. They're those cute band-aids with drawings on them.

Alluka takes things very seriously and starts patching you up herself. If asked why she's using those specific bandages, she'll simply explain that they make things heal faster, because they're cute.

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🪭Kalluto🪭

Kalluto isn't a boy of many words, but he shows he cares through his actions. As soon as he notices you're hurt, it only takes him one look to see those injuries weren't accidental, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he's upset by them.

"Who?" he simply asks. If you don't answer to him immediately, he'll be more persistent. He needs to know who did this to you so he can do just as much to them. He's confident in his combat skills, so he's certain he won't have a problem teaching that person a lesson.

He'd also ask you if you want to come along with him, so you can hear your enemy's suffering; the boy does have a pretty sadistic side to him, though he'll understand if you don't want to participate in that.

He'll try to make sure he does a good enough job in patching you up so you'll be okay. He knows he could ask Machi to do something about your injuries, but he doesn't want to rely on the Phantom Troupe for everything, especially since they don't trust outsiders.

He's very thorough in bandaging up any cut or bruise he sees, although it's not a very masterful job, it's the thought that counts, and you're grateful for it. It makes him happy to know he was able to do something for a friend.

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#hxh #hunter x hunter #hxh headcanons #zoldyck #zoldyck family #zoldyck siblings #zoldyck headcanons #illumi zoldyck #milluki zoldyck #killua zoldyck #kalluto zoldyck #alluka zoldyck #illumi #milluki #killua #kalluto #alluka

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swamp-chicken · 2 years

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here is etho's POV of that fluff fic I wrote... I really don't know why I wrote this other than I am procrastinating ! hehe. and to get reacquainted with etho's pov... it has been a while!

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it's the beginning of the server. the night is dark, they haven't had a chance to light the place up much. There are only a few houses surrounding spawn and etho has a bed in a cave, and that's about it.

still, the guys are meeting at spawn to celebrate, in the little ring created by the surrounding structures. they have a bonfire there, and some torches set up for safety.

etho's been around long enough that he knows how it'll go by now. they'll drink and goof around and come up with plans and also bdubs will be there, cracking jokes, the hair curling softly over his forehead.

tonight will be a little different than usual. etho has a plan.

etho approaches the group, silhouetted dark against the fire. they've already gotten started without him, and the sound of laughter and chatter spills across the plains. genny spots him first. "hey, it's etho!" he calls, and a dozen or so voices echo his greeting.

etho pulls near. bdubs is smiling at him, face glowing in the firelight. "hi," he says. his hair is curling over his forehead, just as etho imagined it.

etho can hardly make eye contact. "hi yourself." he gathers his nerves and plants himself directly beside bdubs, tries to ignore the way bdubs' eyes widen slightly.

genny is passing out beer. he hands some down to bdubs.

bdubs wiggles a can etho's direction. "want some?"

etho bites his lip. his plan would likely be easier to enact with a little liquid courage. "sure," he says, taking the can from bdubs.

etho hazards a glance at bdubs' face. it's mostly neutral, but one of his eyebrows is raised incredulously. etho smiles to himself. bdubs' face always shows exactly how he's feeling, no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

"you're finally joining us plebs?" bdubs asks.

etho pops the tab on the can with a hiss. "it's a special occasion," he says. "new world and everything." he sneaks another look at bdubs face, notes the flush on bdubs' cheeks. etho's heart knocks in response. a brand new world, full of new possibilities.

etho takes a big sip of his beer to distract himself, choking as the carbonation hits his throat.

"hey, hey, hey!" bdubs laughs. "easy, there!"

etho coughs. "I-- I swear I know what I'm doing."

bdubs is almost entirely turned towards him, the rest of the group forgotten in the shadows. "oh, obviously." his eyes are glittering with mirth.

genny peers over bdubs' shoulder. "no way, is etho drinking?"

the statement draws the attention of the others. "I never thought I'd see the day," millbee remarks.

etho shrinks a little from their attention. bdubs leans back on his hands, his shoulder brushing etho's. "he's handling himself better than you, genny. I don't think any of us can forget that time you ended up naked in the center of spawn after mc drank you under the table."

the group breaks into delighted laughter. yes, it had been quite the incident.

"he's got an iron constitution," genny sniffs. "don't let his shrimpy facade confuse you."

"excuse me!" mc splutters.

etho laughs with the rest of the group, leaning into bdubs' side gratefully. bdubs tilts his head back, smiling up at etho. "you were there for that, right?"

etho shakes his head regretfully. "no, but I definitely heard about it."

bdubs pouts, then brightens. "I bet we can get genny to do something crazy tonight while you're here. want to bribe him to dance or something?"

etho chuckles, leaning further into bdubs side. the warmth in his chest is almost unbearable. "would we even need to bribe him?"

"good point."

etho has a few more beers, the warmth in his chest extending out to his fingertips, leaving him pleasantly drowsy. bdubs is so funny etho can't stop laughing, even though he doesn't know what he's laughing about anymore. all he can see is bdubs' curls shining in the firelight, the warm curve of bdubs' cheek. then there's the flash of bdubs' wide brown eyes as he catches etho's gaze, sharing the punchline of the joke with him. etho can't look away.

the warmth is ripped from him unexpectedly, and etho blinks, perturbed. bdubs is leaning away from him, towards the group. talking about... a nether hub?

etho shakes himself, trying to sober up. he'd almost forgotten the plan. "I'll do it!" he says. the group blinks at him, faces blank, and bdubs favors etho with one of those incredulous eyebrows. "really?" bdubs asks.

etho tries to will down the heat in his cheeks, but he can't stop the smile spreading across his face. "yeah, it sounds fun."

bdubs' answering smile is brilliant. "yeah, it could be fun. I'll help too."

etho sinks back, satisfied. plan: executed. guude officializes it.

"you know, they're going to hold you to that," bdubs cautions, turning to etho as the group resumes their conversations. "you can't wiggle out of it by claiming you were under the influence."

"I know." etho narrows his eyes. did bdubs really think etho had only agreed to do the work because of the alcohol in his system? "I really have been wanting to work on something big. a community project."

bdubs looks unconvinced.

and, well, honesty is the best policy. "something with you," etho blurts.

etho's toes are curling with embarrassment, but maybe exposing that little piece of his heart was worth it. bdubs' cheeks are heating up spectacularly.

"aww," bdubs says. his voice is steady, but his eyebrows are jumping all over the place. and then he's off to the races, babbling about building plans. etho sinks back into bdubs' warmth with a fond chuckle.

etho is comfortable, drowsy, and a little drunk. goal achieved, he's happy to nod off on bdubs' shoulder. bdubs doesn't let him.

"tired?" bdubs asks, running a hand down etho's side. etho can feel bdubs' voice vibrate in his own chest.

etho nods, reluctant. "should probably go to bed."

"come on then," bdubs says, rising. etho wants to cry from the lack of warmth at his side. bdubs pulls etho up easily, steadying etho as the world spins around him.

"I'll walk you back to your house," bdubs face swims in to view. "protect you from any creepers."

etho's laugh carries him forwards, bdubs hands gently catching him by the shoulders. "right, you'll protect me." etho snorts. bdubs' face is so close.

bdubs pulls back, indignation painted across his features. "what, you don't believe me? I'm a stone-cold monster killing machine! creepers run from me, skeletons cower in fear!"

he's too cute. etho gathers bdubs into his arms, noting how well he fits in etho's embrace. "I'm so glad I met you, bdubs" etho murmurs, hiding his flushed face in bdubs' hair.

again, his honesty pays back in dividends. "o-oh," bdubs stutters. "that's very… you're sweet." when etho pulls back, bdubs' face is bright red, he looks gobsmacked.

"I think I can make it back on my own," etho says. "thanks for offering." bdubs is still gazing at him, lips parted. etho wants to cradle his face, wants to brush the curls off his forehead. he wants to step back into bdubs' space and feel that warmth fill him up again, never wants it to leave.

but, no, that was not the plan tonight. and some things, etho thinks, should be acted on only when sober.

etho gathers his dwindling self control and straightens. "goodnight," he says, wincing at his own abruptness. and then he turns on his heel, unsteadily makes his way back to his little cave in the ground. he has a nether hub to begin planning.

#i'm not maintagging this #as it is essentially a doodle #but it is #my fic #also #hermitshipping #content warning: the minecraft men love each other #also i think present tense is my default or something #whenever i write i start in present tense #then slowly it naturally changes to past tense #then i have to go through and edit every verb lmao

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thessalian · 6 months

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Thess vs The Fucking Chancellor

I figured the best way of handling everything I needed to do today was to work until my usual close of play (5pm), go out and pick up my much-needed mallet meds, then come back and see where I am energy-wise before I decide how the overtime / dinner / bath timings shake out. And in that time, I checked the fucking news.

BIG MISTAKE.

Jeremy Hunt ... oh for fuck's sake. For those who don't know, he's the Chancellor of the Exchequer. The government's money man, basically. Ironic, since our current PM was in that role during Johnson's tenure ... and it's come out that our current PM literally said, "Let them die" rather than have an actual lockdown during the second COVID peak, but that's ... I mean, it illustrates where his priorities and Hunt's align, basically.

So first of all, there's the "get the disabled into work" thing. Yeah, they're pushing for WFH for those with disabilities ... so they can "do their duty". Which ... I speak from personal experience when I say that WFH is not the cure-all they want to believe it is. I'm working full-time hours and then some in these Overtime Days and it's killing me by inches. And some people just can't. At all. And also a lot of companies just don't want to hire disabled people, because they're ableist assholes. But is the government going to focus on incentives to get businesses hiring the disabled? No. Instead, if a disabled person can't find work, they'll have their benefits cut - not just the usual "help with rent and food money" parts but the free prescriptions and other benefits that the disabled rely on to survive. I am in a very privileged position and I know it, but it still terrifies me and enrages me because ... what about all the other people like me out there, who don't have the good fortune I do?

Also, I'm not entirely safe, either. See, how pensions work in this country is effectively that if your employer offers a pension, it's their responsibility to invest that money safely. If one has multiple employers over the course of their working life, that's obviously different pension pots. Hunt wants to scrap all of that, and have one pot that the pension money's dumped in, with no oversight from anyone qualified to know how best to manage it in terms of investments. And in fact, Hunt wants to encourage investment of those retirement funds into high-risk start-ups. Basically he's said, "We need people to invest in the UK economy, so let's get the people struggling to survive to invest their future into our rickety-ass economy because it'll con others into-- erm, sorry, encourage others to do the same". I don't want my pension funds invested in anything in this country! We're a financial disaster! But Hunt wants to plunder our pensions and the benefits of the disabled to keep the country looking in a halfway decent financial place for just a little while longer.

I just can't. I have ceased to can. And yet just focusing on my own life isn't helpful because a) my pension's at risk and b) FUCKING OVERTIME.

I don't have time to have a crying jag. I've got shit to do.

#Thess vs the Tories #Thess on economics #Thess on politics

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95jezzica · 6 months

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Small Life Tips

Long title: List of Small Life Tips to Make Your Life Easier. That I wrote for you all while bored.

[Feel free to reblog with your own small life tips if you know something I didn't add to the list!]

. If you want to avoid a clog and get up from the toilet as you realize you MIGHT have used too much toilet paper, add about 2-3 glasses of water into the toilet on top of the toilet paper and let it sit for 3-5 minutes. Toilet paper is made to dissolve in water (though how quick it dissolves depends on the quality), so you can help it along by adding some extra water and wait a bit before flushing. It's not a bullet proof solution, but it ups your chances of avoiding a clog.

. If the toilet is overflowing, quickly turn off the water. Either directly at your toilet, or the big one for the whole apartment/house. Whatever goes quicker.

. Assuming the toilet isn't overflowing, but the clog has already happened, don't panic. Wait 20-30 minutes until the water in the toilet bowl has drained away. Even during clogs the water is (usually) able to very slowly go through even if the clog stops paper and poop from going. You might have to wait longer than 30 minutes, but if you truly see no difference in the water level AT ALL after 30 minutes, assume it's truly a clog-clog and stuck as hell. At that point, carefully empty some of the toilet water with a 1-time cup into a bucket until the water is at an somewhat normal level.

. If you have a plunger, use it. If not, add ca 1 cup of baking soda into the toilet bowl. Once done, wait a minute or 2 to let it sink down properly before you CAREFULLY pour vinegar on top of it. This will start a chemical reaction and it'll start to fizzle/bubble, hopefully unclogging everything. (Hence why you had to remove some water first, before adding the baking soda & vinegar. You don't want it to overflow).

. At this point if it fails and you can see the clog, put on plastic gloves and manually remove it. If you can't see the clog, call a professional and let them handle it. The clog is likely deeper in, and you don't want to accidentally destroy your toilet trying to get it out.

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. Always have 2-3 bottles of frozen water in your freezer. It'll save a lot of headaches if your water is accidentally cut/nature catastrophe or whatever else happens, and frozen water (ice) stays good in the freezer for about 6 months.

. Just keep in mind water "grows"/take more space as it becomes ice though. Only fill the bottle about 3/4 to give the water/ice space to "grow". Or else it'll kind of explode. 1/10, do not recommend.

. If there's a power outage, do NOT open the fridge or freezer unless absolutely necessary, or you can immediately move them to a working fridge/freezer/the winter coldness outside. The food will stay fine for an average of 5-6 hours if you just make sure the inside heat doesn't get inside.

. As an additional bonus, if you have the water bottles (now ice bottles) in the freezer they'll work as extra cooling while you wait for the power to come back. They're also a great way to check how safe the food is to eat once the power comes back. If there's still ice in the bottles at the end? You're probably safe to go, but be careful if it's just water left. Consider it from case to case.

. Ironically enough cooking becomes much easier if you eat something before starting. Fruit? Some bread? Anything, really. Just eat SOMETHING before starting, and cooking will feel much easier.

. If you're using the oven while cooking/baking, always add about 25 Celsius (77 F, according to the internet) to whatever heat the recipe is calling for and lower the temperature to what the recipe wants AFTER you've put the cooking/baking inside. - "Why???" - Because whenever you open the oven about 25 Celsius/77 Fahrenheit worth of heat will leave the oven. So if you start higher, you'll still have the heat you need for everything to cook/bake more evenly at the heat it needs.

Example: Pretend a recipe calls for 200 Celsius (392 Fahrenheit). If you set the oven to that, and then open the oven to insert your cooking/baking, it will no longer be 200c/392 fahrenheit inside the oven. If you instead put the oven to 225 Celsius / 437 Fahrenheit, it means you'll still have around 200 Celsius / 392 Fahrenheit inside the oven when you've put your food/baking inside. Once everything is inside and the oven is closed again, you can lower the heat to 200 C. / 392 F.

. Eggs is usually fine to be stored outside of the refrigerator as long as you don't heat your apartment/house like an oven, but they'll last LONGER if you store them inside. So, really, just do it.

. You can freeze next to all foods, and they'll then last 3-6 months depending on what it is. There are some exceptions (like eggs), but honestly just Google the Food of Choice and check to be sure. Pretty much 9/10 foods can be frozen down to last longer though.

. Life is expensive and if you're down on your luck then rice and eggs will go a long way. Bulk buy if you can, but I understand if you can't. Rice doesn't really go bad as long as you store it in their unopened packaging or an air-tight (usually plastic) box, and eggs contains a lot of cheap and great vitamins and proteins.

. If you can also buy some diced chicken broth, you're in for some amazing food by just cooking the rice with a cup extra water and adding the broth dice and crack an egg into it near the end. - (Broth dice usually contain a lot of salt though, so I recommend skipping adding additional salt in your rice to avoid sodium overdose). - Just remember to let the egg cook with the rice for at least 1-2 minutes to avoid getting salmonella and stuff.

. In a pinch, plain rice and a cracked egg cooked together works great as food for dogs and cats. Remember to not use any salt or spices if you're going to use it as pet food. Just cook plain rice and and an egg together with water. Nothing else unless you've double-checked it's safe for your pet to eat.

[Heck, eggs can even be really good for your dogs and cats as long as you don't overdo it. According to my research small dogs shouldn't have more than 1 egg/week, while big dogs can eat 1 egg/day, so if you prepare 3-5 portions of your rice-egg mix dog food and portion it out over a few days, you'll be fine. Cats love eggs and can eat max 1 egg/day, but to be on the safe side you can count your cat as a "small dog" when planning out their emergency food.]

. With that said, if your pet doesn't immediately eat the rice-egg food you have served, don't leave it out of the fridge for more than an hour. Rice will start building up toxins because of a bacteria they have. They're usually not too dangerous for humans beyond a bad stomach, but I honestly don't know how it would affect your pet. I'm not a vet, but if I had to guess, the smaller your pet is the more likely they will be more affected by any toxins in their foods.

. In terms of killing bacteria, freezing something works just as well as cooking it. Just google to make sure your Food of Choice can be frozen down first.

. If you get cold symptoms and/or a bad cough, try to avoid milk/dairy products as much as possible. It has a tendency to build up (more) mucus/phlegm. Usually not dangerous, but it's annoying and feels disgusting.

. Hot tea with some honey helps a sore throat and/or if you've got mucus/phlegm in your throat. Which is really annoying it actually works, especially if you're like me and hate the taste of honey.

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. Try to learn the sign language of your country, even if it's just some basics like the alphabet, numbers and the signs for the emergency services such as ambulance and firefighter. It might save a life. Either yours or someone else's.

. If you're deaf/hoh or have other troubles with phone calls, set up your phone to be connected to emergency services through text. This is something you need to set up AHEAD of time though, usually with an app or similar. Look up the specifics for your particular country. - (Because a depressingly small amount of people understand sign language, and the middle of an medical emergency is usually not the time when you want to play charade in HOPES the other person will understand you).

. Verdana, Arial and Comic Sans are three of the fonts that are generally more reading and Dyslexia friendly. For the love of god, just use them! Doesn't matter how pretty that cursive/tight/weird font is if we can't read what you're writing!

. . .

I keep getting distracted now, so I'm just gonna send this off for now and MAYBE add more in future reblogs when I come up with more. But yeah, feel free to add your own life tips as well.

#Life Tips #Small Life Tips #Real life #Real #Life #irl

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the-firebird69 · 7 months

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I'm going to start making wine we're going to have our first harvest in about 4 days and when he does his Danny boy song is about when we're going to harvest and we're going to do it using his name in vain. And we are going to let him know we're going to do to him.

-we're going to make wine in a box and there's a reason for it it's cheap and it looks cheap people think they can get people with it when we are using water from a protected source and it is higher up and then the contamination it's in the mountains and we do purify it too. Is coming down to this you're not fooling as much and you're not trying and we realize that we have to start moving fast and this will help Grease the wheels. The box was pretty big like it used to be I'm having a new larger size the regular size box is like three balls of wine and we're going to sell it for about $8 and the new box is going to sell for about 12 or 13 dollars and it's going to be made pretty soon and what he says is if we have some wine in stock we should put it out as a test and we do and it's still in the barrels and it's been aging and we tested it and it's good it is used clean water it's been aging for about a year and a half. I was going to taste similar and it'll be high quality like this wine is it's a good idea they'll see us taking it from the barrels and think that we have some somewhere else and we're going ahead and issue it now and we see the attitude and that's why. Tons of you more like drink then can't handle it at all and you don't know what you're talking about in any way you're very slow you're very stupid and you're not educated.

-in addition to wine in the box we're going to make beer in the box but it's like a canister I could find a large thing of olive oil but it's twice as big and it holds about a case of beer 30 regular sized beers and only be about $10 and it's cheap we need lots of people to Captain the projects a lot more than signed on this morning this is going to be huge it's going to be almost as big as the inexpensive Japanese bike and the others have different names that they use and they're going to reduce prices but it won't compete with this one but it's going to make it easier to do and it'll show it there's a lot of people that want them and it's going to happen and this wine is going to be really cheap and we mean it dirt cheap

-there are a ton of Corky's demanding the wine and other such retards because it's high quality and it'll be sold dirt cheap and I was just high quality taste the same we Brew it differently and they want the old one first someone in the bottle what we doing that under the standard label and for one it's a year and a half old it's usually like 20 or $30 a bottle but we're going to sell it at regular price and put the age and people think they can make you sick and the purchaser will think they're getting away with buying it cheap we're going ahead with it now and we're starting to bottle for us to make a whole load of wine it only takes a day when BJ finally gets up there they're so right there almost falling off the vine we harvest right away and it's about 2 miles by a mile from California for like a month and we make a ton of it all different flavors and different vintages and it looks really good and it tastes better and it works the method that we use there's hardly any answers it's very low in sugar and we don't have any type of sugar or other and it is not contaminated in any way and people buy tons of it and Napa valley will get their reputation back then they'll get it back from this other one too and yeah whining the box for cheap

-there are few things wine connoisseurs know about wine my son is not a connoisseur but he says if it tastes good and you don't get to not have alcohol flavor it's not bitter and doesn't give you acid indigestion then it's pretty good and it's true those are signs that it's good A lot of people will be looking for it and they'll see it right in the box and that's how it's going to come out later we did plan to do this and it's a good plan it says he likes it

We're going to publish and we need volunteers for this duty to Captain projects anywhere from a small one room wine tasting area in the north of California to huge wine centers downtown LA all over the world too and please submit your proposal as soon as you can 0 to 100% involvement and really we're not there physically

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thelostfractal · 9 months

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How to not panic

This is the search I did on Google this morning. It's Wednesday, and I haven't spoken to anyone since Friday. At the beginning, everything was fine. I was even happy to have these few days alone with my thoughts, my projects, to have time to think freely, to wallow in ideas cheerfully.

Then I checked my bank account, so as not to make a mistake and spend everything on fried chicken. And that's when I started to panic. Forty euros. For fifteen days. Thirty actually, after the panic beer pack. I also bought an onion, ketchup, and mustard to season the crappy meals I'm going to eat in the coming days.

I want to go out, to close my eyes under the sun, to feel it warming my skin, to laugh with friends and confront new ideas, maybe even new people. But stepping out of my apartment is a damn ordeal. First, I have to get dressed. Which I usually do, because staying in pajamas during the day makes me feel pathetic. So, getting dressed: the fateful moment of choosing who I will be today. Because going outside implies existing, you see. Not easy, I know. Wai… who am I then?

I'd like to be that gray kilt I bought at the beginning of summer and still haven't worn pairing it with a cool t-shirt and casually strolling through the streets of my town looking cool. But going out in a skirt, even if it's below the knees, is something I haven't done since my young adult life. For 12 years.

And what if I run into someone I know and they say, "Hey, you're wearing a skirt?" Panic. Alright, how about shorts then? Long shorts, of course. But if I run into neighbors and they notice the scars on my legs ? They'll think, "Ah, that explains everything." That good old pair of jeans I wear every day, at least it won't betray me. Let's pair it with one of my twenty black t-shirts.

Then I'll have to stare at myself in the mirror four or five times to make sure my face isn't doing anything stupid. The eyes are in place, a bit smaller than expected, but it'll do. The nose looks a bit bigger than yesterday, but if I walk fast, no one will notice. The hair... damn, I'd prefer an afro to this thin, flat, straight thing that makes me look like a balding teenager. Alright, let's not do anything different from usual, that way at least no one will be shocked. And to think that when I was 16, shocking people was a passion...

So, I've failed the first test of novelty: I'm the same person as every day. Usually, a cap helps me hide, but since the July vacation, I've gained an extra 1% of nonchalance and I can walk in the wind without hiding that f*cking five fingers forehead of mine. Good. But calm down, it's not over.

Now I have to open the door. With the risk that my lovely neighbor might come in or go out at the same time and greet me warmly, and her little dog might jump all over me. Am I ready to handle that? Let’s analyze the sounds. Silence in the hallway. Good timing, quickly, go out, descend the stairs, cross the door, freedom. Bravo, nothing to be proud of.

And then? The easiest thing is to set a small goal, like going to buy an energy drink or something. It's about a three-quarter-hour round trip walk, not ideal, but a good compromise. Wander aimlessly, observe people, take your time and contemplate... that hasn't happened since I quit drugs. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you? Well, I'll tell you another time.

The fact is, now I don't really have friends anymore (not related to drugs... I think), even though I never really had many to begin with. One or two here and there, but never at the same time. Not so bad, you’ll tell me. Yeah, but not enough to fill a social life, partly because 50% of these two or three friends don't want to see me anymore, and also because, remember: panic.

Yeah, it's great to hide in my vegetal lair (aka my apartment), not see anyone, and give the world the finger from my closed, secret, and solitary little world. I love it, and I really miss it a lot when I'm too far away from it. But it's also a damn fertile ground for panic. Not talking to anyone for a week, being afraid to go out, not knowing what to wear, it's really easy when you get used to it. And it becomes comfortable super quickly when you're a phobic person like me.

So, I dream of a social life, of museum visits, walks by the harbor, concerts under the stars, laughs, and cold pints. Sometimes even some roommates, when things really go bad (lol, that will never happen). In my most courageous moments, usually after two or three glasses of wine, I can go out without caring, be the version of myself that I want the world to see, glide through life and party, and regret it bitterly the next day. Then I replay the night, how far I clearly shouldn't have gone to not feel this way anymore. Too many people, too much of them, too much of others. Too many definitions of myself. I want to cut myself to detach from this social attachment, from their lingering gazes. Yes, because I also cut myself, you might have already noticed that.

In short, it's the eternal return. I want to change, I push myself to change, I think I've changed, I don't like how I pushed myself, I want to change. We're reborn in the same life again and again, according to Nietzsche. Jerk. He ruined my life, that guy, I'll tell you about it another time.

So, how not to panic? According to the website Healthcare.com, there's the 3 3 3 method, which involves identifying three objects, three sounds, and moving three parts of your body. Well, it's an obvious cognitive bullshit, but why not. We also could call it "just think about the present moment, goddamn it," and reproach ourselves for giving up on The Spiritual Quest since 2020. Why 2020? Guess.

The present moment, right ? I know how to do that. I know it's hard to believe after reading all this, but I swear I had another life. I'll tell you. Apparently, I have a lot of things to tell you. And it's true that it's not stupid to connect with the moment and the environment when the brain has decided to do somersaults on a flaming motocross bike in a minefield. I'll try to remember that. It's not like I've been trying for 15 years. Didn't they say it's a path, a perpetual learning, all that? Did they? So, I'm good, I'm on track.

And if I'm on track, I can go out and buy some generic coffee without wondering if my body looks like a monster or has a normal shape, because anyway, I'm going to put on sunglasses to shield myself from your thoughts.

#panicattack #anxiety #spirituality #socialphobia #mentalhealth #dailyshit

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I'm very much curious as to how seb's question time appearance is to go tomorrow. I have to say, I've no idea how much he'll get to speak as the uk just last week had local elections with a lot of ramifications so...

i'm fairly excited about it tbh but that's from my perspective as somebody who finds him an intriguing person, and as somebody who'll adore and respect him no matter others' opinions of him. from that perspective it's just a good chance to see how he handles himself in a new situation and talk about subjects he hasn't been asked about before.

i know very little about question time itself altho i have an uncommonly high level of exposure to UK politics for a non-brit, plus i've watched more than my fair share of stuff like town halls and meet the press and c-span, so it's not hard to guess what the vibe will be like. i agree that he probably won't speak a huge amount haha. i do get why a lot of people seem to be anxious about it but i'm just...not? he was media trained out of his skin before he came to f1 and he's done endless hours with both the press and the public since then. he gives non-answers and keeps a calm face when he's under pressure on a regular basis already, so he won't make a huge scene. he'll have had the chance to practice answers to a variety of possible questions already. and again, as you say, there's a few very UK-specific issues that the show will center on--i think seb reads and knows more than he lets on, but honestly i don't think they'll bother quizzing him on that stuff, or if they do, it'll only be in a general way he's ready for.

as for other people's reactions to the show, especially the media's, i couldn't care less. of course he'll get ripped apart if he gives a lackluster answer but i don't see how that's much different from how he usually gets talked about so...whatever

anyway thanks for your time here's a pinterest seb!

#sebastian vettel #seb asks #bbc question time #anon #ty for the ask ilu #i can't be bothered to proofread this before i publish so if it doesn't make sense i apologize 🙏

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anime-corner · 3 years

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Unmiss You I Iwaizumi H.

A/N: So, I basically don’t know how it turned out like this... Not proud of this one though, kind of am? It’s honestly confusing. But hey, hope you like it!

Two A.M. At least that was the time that was shown on his phone. He couldn't remember how long since then. Or how it happened. He just knew that he fucked up.

The device rang in his hand, answering quickly, not bothering to check the caller I.D., hoping that it was you, "yeah?"

"Aww, Iwa-chan! That was quick! Did you miss me that much?" He scoffed, throwing the phone on his bed, the call on speaker as he laid back down, his arm draped over his eyes.

"What do you want, Oikawa?" He asked without the usual insult to the setter's name.

"Are you… still thinking about her?" The caller said, careful in his words, "Besides, it's what? Almost three? You're usually not up this early."

"Why do you care?" He huffed as he thought about it. He never did stay up late or woke up early unless it was to give Oikawa the support he needed. But this time it was different, he knew that, and that was because he was waiting for you.

"Geez, of course, I care! You're my best friend! And it's obvious that you're miserable without her." Oikawa could hear shuffling on the other end.

"What do I do then? She won't answer my calls o-or reply back to my messages." Iwaizumi held out a pillow, throwing it across the room in frustration, "Hell, I can't even get a glimpse of her without those crows stopping me!!"

"Maybe… She wants to move on?" It was silent for a few moments as he debated in his mind. Was she really?

"... I hope not. Because wouldn't it be unfair if… she gets to forget everything when all I want is to get her back?" He gripped onto his dark hair, tears threatening to spill, his firm look shattering to pieces, "She's all that I think about after that game. She's in my dreams, within my vision… I could even hear her at times but…"

"But what?" A heavy sigh left Iwaizumi's lips as he succumbed to his thoughts.

"You're right… Maybe, she doesn't want me back. I can't just rewind time to make it right. I can't go back to before I fell for her, to stop myself from meeting her and undo everything because I know that I'll just end up liking her. Loving her." It wasn't like him to act like this.

He was stubborn. He wouldn't stop at anything like a breakup. Instead, he'd do anything to get you back. But, with how he was right now, he doubts that he'd be able to. That's just what was running inside his head. Full of doubt and regret.

"It would have been easier that way…" Oikawa comments, giving out a sigh as well.

"Yeah, no shit. But like you said, maybe she wants to move on. And I just have to live with the fact that you can't easily unmiss a person you so badly miss." Iwaizumi let out a growl of annoyance, hearing noises from the other side of the screen, "Oi Kusokawa, are you still listening!?!"

"Get up. Out of bed. I'll pick you up in thirty minutes." He had to blink a couple of times, trying to register the words of his friend.

"What do you mean you'll pick me up!? Oi, don't come over or I'll kick your ass!"

"Just do it, will you Hajime?" Iwaizumi mumbles incoherent words to himself, debating whether or not he should. In the end, he gives in.

"Whatever."

Forcing himself out of his bed, he dressed with what he thought was okay looking. A long sleeve grey shirt and ripped jeans, not bothering to look good for something Oikawa had planned for him. It was useless, he thought. A distraction was useless. A knock came as he opened it, the setter eyed his friend from top to bottom.

"You look like shit." Oikawa said as he went in, hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, thanks sherlock." He rolled his eyes, closing the door.

"What's with the outfit? Come on, I'll get you something else." The setter darted towards his room, opening the closet for something the dark-haired male to wear.

"Why are you here, Oikawa? I'm assuming you aren't here just to take my mind off of her." Iwaizumi questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Actually, I asked (y/n) if she could just hear you out. She'll be meeting us at the park." Oikawa admitted, already preparing for the worse.

"YOU DID WHAT!? YOU IDIOT! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Hands wrapped around the collar of Oikawa's shirt, face dangerously close and seething with rage.

"Because you're both hurting! See for yourself!" He got out his phone, scrolling through the messages he and two of Karasuno's members had been exchanging, "Both Tobio-chan and that Small Fry has been sending me pictures of her during their practice and she's trying her best to cope, struggling just the same as you."

"Shut up Assikawa!! (y/n)... She doesn't want me back. If she did, we would have fixed our relationship by now." "I lost her because I messed up. And--" Oikawa threw a pair of jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket and a grey hoodie.

"Here. Wear this." It was also the same one he wore when they watched the game between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa, "That's what you wore on your first date, right?"

"I… yeah."

"Good. I'm sure she'd like it if you wore that instead. I'll give you ten minutes to freshen up." He left Iwaizumi to get ready, closing the door behind him, "Or at least, as much as you possibly can. Geez, I can't believe you're an emotional wreck!"

Was it okay? Was it okay to see you? Did you hate him? Or did you still care? Was there still a chance for the two of you to get back together? More questions than answers and honestly, he only wanted to know if you'd take him back again.

"Hey, are you really sure she'll be there?" He got out of his room, wearing the clothes Oikawa handed him.

"I'm sure but…" Looking at him up and down again, a smile on his lips. His usual cheerful and outwardly carefree expression was on his face, "Look at my Iwa-chan, all grown up and ready to get his girl back!"

"Shut up! This was your idea!"

"Huh? Does that mean you don't really plan on fixing all of this? Are you giving up?" Iwaizumi choked on nothing, that wasn't his intention. He wasn't giving up. He just didn't know how to.

"That's not…" He was struggling to get his words out.

"Just kidding, Iwa-chan~!" Oikawa received a hit behind the head, one of the usual violent punishments he would get from his best friend, "Gah! What'd you hit me for?!"

"Shut up!"

"Is your vocabulary only limited to that?"

"Shut up!"

The walk towards the meeting place was quiet. He was uneasy. What were you even expecting from him? A sorry? To beg for forgiveness? A hug perhaps? Because he'd be ready to give you anything and everything. Shit, he should have brought that scarf you made for him.

"Huh? She isn't here yet?" Oikawa looked around but you were nowhere to be found.

"I knew it. She hates me." The dark haired male crashed down on a nearby bench.

"Now, don't go all psychic on me Iwaizumi. I was only late." Standing up quickly as if he didn't drown in his sorrows sitting on that wooden seat.

"(y/n)!" The setter greeted, tackling you into a hug.

"Sorry Tooru, did I make you wait?" You asked, pulling away from his hold.

"Nope! We just got here. I had to make sure Iwa got all dressed up instead of coming here only in sweatpants. Or those nasty jeans I saw him wear when I got there." He shuddered when he felt Iwaizumi's glare hitting his back as he raised both of his hands, making his way to the sides, "Well, I'll be way over there before Iwa-chan hits me again!"

"So…" The both of you start, the male clearing his throat when you didn't open your mouth to speak.

"Uh, you go first." He gestured towards you as you shook your head.

"Tooru asked me to listen. Now, talk. I still have to help Kiyoko and Hitoka in handling the boys." Iwaizumi nodded, realizing what little time he had to explain.

"Right." He began, rubbing the back of his head, "Oikawa told me everything… that happened that day.

• • •

You have been meeting up with Oikawa for the past few days now. You planned on surprising him on your third anniversary and with his best friend's help, you knew he'd like it, especially if he and his team win against Shiratorizawa. Well, you want your team to win too, but can't choose which side you'd support so, you decided that whoever wins would avenge the other.

Aoba Johsai lost.

His team lost and you stood there at the balcony crying your tears out, both in frustration and happiness. The latter because of your team and the former for the loss. You excused yourself, looking for any of the third years in the team. And you happen to stumble upon Oikawa.

"Tooru!" You shouted, running towards the setter.

"(y/n)? Shouldn't you be with your team?" He asked, looking around for the crows. Or at least, his little rival other than Ushijima Wakatoshi.

"They'll understand why I left. But most importantly, how are the two of you? How's Hajime?" It was your turn to look for your boyfriend.

"I'm… not sure. Iwa-chan's probably with Mattsun and Makki. The others should be together." You nodded, grasping both of his hands in yours.

"I'm sorry for what happened, you were all really great! I promise we'll beat up Ushiwaka's ass for you two!" You declared, earning a chuckle from him.

"It's fine, (y/n)-chan." Oikawa ruffled your hair once you released his hands before remembering something, "Hey, why don't you give your present to him, I'm sure he'd like it especially when you've been at it for weeks. Isn't it your anniversary today? It'll help him a lot." You hugged the man in front of you, appreciating the help and support he has given you.

"I hope so. Ah well, thanks again for the help Tooru, I really appreciate it. I'm happy that Hajime has a friend like--" You were then cut off by a shout, your name echoing throughout the hall.

"(y/n)!!"

"Hajime! Great timing! I've got something--” You rushed towards him and was about to give him a hug when the look on his face made you stop.

“No. You don’t have to. I can see it perfectly clear.” Iwaizumi said as your brows furrowed.

“What do you mean?” You asked, glancing at the other two third-years behind him who only shrugged.

“What do I mean?! I should have known that you liked Oikawa from the start! We lost the game and the first person you went to find was him!? Unbelievable (y/n), unbelievable!” He bellowed, glaring at the two of you. His eyes were clouded with grief from losing and seeing you with his best friend triggered something he didn't want inside of him.

“W-what? That’s not true. Look, I just managed to bump into him and--” He cut you off again, his hands clenched tightly.

"Yeah okay, blame it on that!"

“Hey Iwaizumi, I think you should calm down a bit.” Hanamaki joined in, placing a hand on the shoulder of their vice-captain.

“Yeah, they were just talking. (y/n) was probably comforting him and asking for you.” Matsukawa added, getting ready to help his best friend if Iwaizumi ever decides to punch away his anger.

“Bullshit! I know what I saw! How do you explain those past few days huh?! I wanted to ask you out before the Interhigh and it so happened that I saw the two of you together. I ignored it because I trusted you!” He held back, not to get him and his team kicked out and bring shame to the school in his final year. Though it was painful, he knew he needed to get rid of it verbally, "If you wanted him then you should have said so from the start! I would have understood. So, I'm letting you go. That's what you want right? To be free from me?!"

"H-hey now, you don't mean that right? Why don't we take a seat a-and we'll talk this out, yeah?" You offered, walking towards him cautiously.

"Talk? You still want to talk?!! I'm done (y/n), okay!? Just leave me alone! I never want to see you ever again!" He lashes out, his emotions controlling every bit of his sanity.

“Idiot! You’re a total idiot!!” You screamed at him, closing your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. You don't want to let him see how weak he's making you, not in a situation like this.

“How did I become--!!”

“I asked Tooru to help me think up an idea for the gift I wanted to give you for our anniversary. He’s your best friend so I thought it was okay and that he’d be able to keep a secret. But surprise, surprise, you don’t like that kind of thing. You don’t need to be jealous of someone I don’t have feelings for! But hey, I guess you don’t trust me like you say you do!” Shuffling through your bag, you pushed an Aegean hued scarf with Olive colored horizontal lines near the fringe, “Here, take it. Burn it for all I care. We’re done.”

'Did she..? No wait, don't move. I'm sorry..' He thought, he couldn't voice the words out and even if he did, the damage was already done, 'Why can't I…? (y/n) please, let's talk…'

"Goodbye, Haji-- no, Iwaizumi-san…" Saying his last name added salt, tons of it, to the biggest wound ever inflicted on your heart. And on his too.

'I said don't go..! I can't reach you if you do. I can't feel myself, please don't go.' Again, the words wouldn't dare leave his mouth as he was also afraid that he'd say something wrong. He didn't dare blink, wanting to still see your figure within his vision, 'Let me see those hands again, I'll kiss it all better. Just don't leave me…'

"Oi, Oikawa!!" Suddenly he was on the floor with a bruised cheek and an angry setter in front of him, being held back by the other two they were with. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"I get it that you're like that towards me but (y/n) didn't do anything wrong! She asked me for what you wanted and this is the thanks she gets!?" His grip on his collar was tight as he was still able to get close to him despite being held down by two of their friends, "You saw those bandages on her hands right? Well, she made that scarf all by herself just for you! She did that despite knowing nothing about knitting!"

"I…" He started but, as if you were still there, the words he so wanted to stay retreated back down his throat.

"What!? You what, Iwaizumi!!?" Oikawa snapped, almost on the brink of insanity like how Iwaizumi was before you left, "Got anymore bad things to say about her!?!"

"Zip it, will you?! I know that she didn't do anything wrong! It's just my fucked up and tired self making all the excuses!" He looked down, burying his face in his hands.

"Y-you could still run after her. I'm sure she'd--" One of them said, patting his back.

"She won't. Six years and never did she go against her word once she's made up her mind. It'll take a shit load of convincing but, I doubt she'd want me back." He gave out a huff, walking away until his best friend stopped him.

"Then you've just got to be stubborn like usual and try your best." Oikawa spoke, pumping the depressed Iwaizumi up.

"Huh? Ah, y-yeah…"

• • •

"How long has it been since you last slept?" You asked him, caressing his cheeks with your thumb as he leaned into your touch.

"What?" He blinked a couple of times before sighing, "I slept, maybe for just a few hours before waking up again because every time I close my eyes, that face you gave me that day keeps coming back to me and…"

"And?" He didn't want to tell you but, this would be the chance that he couldn't take hold of on that day.

"And there's this stupid scene that keeps playing in my dreams, during that fight we had, you left and when I saw you again, you were so happy with someone else and that broke me." He wanted to cry but all he could do was ball his fists with his brows furrowed in anger. Anger towards himself and his stupid decisions, "My last words to you that day was to leave me alone. That I never wanted to see you again. But, I was wrong. I still want you here by my side. I still want to see you. I still want to hear your voice every morning after I wake up and every night before I sleep just like before."

"Iwaizumi…" You started but your words just went in one ear and out the other as he continued.

"What I'm saying is, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I fucked up. That my jealousy got in between the two of us. It was dumb of me and Oikawa's supposed to be the childish one." He chuckled bitterly, mostly to himself. Now that he spoke his mind, it was silly of him to feel that way. To feel, was it inferiority? "I guess I still wasn't used to being the one getting the attention instead of him who's always surrounded by fangirls everywhere. Or believe in the idea of someone who would actually love me and not use me just to get to him."

"Iwaizumi, never in my life was I attracted to him. You know that right? I told you this once before." He held both of your hands, placing the other on his cheek. It was as if he was touch deprived and wanted to make up for the times he was away from you.

"I know. It's just that… letting you go that day was the hardest thing I've ever done. I couldn't even stop you, I just stayed there. I tried, believe me, I tried but I couldn't. I wanted to make you stay. But losing my last game in high school and all my emotions were over the place that it took a toll on me." Iwaizumi admitted. Sighing for who knows how many times now.

"It's okay. I understand." He stared at you, confusion written all over his face.

"No, you don't! I'm not blaming this on my loss. I'm blaming this on myself, for doubting you. You've been loving me so right despite studying in different schools and all I did was hurt you! Days after we broke up, I've been feeding myself these useless reasons not to see you, telling myself that you're mad at me and that you don't need me anymore. I'm sorry. Please hate me…" He was crying, he didn't care anymore if anyone saw him so… vulnerable. You wiped it all away, a smile on your lips.

"Hajime." You started. It was the first time in weeks since he last heard you say his name, "I love you."

"W-what?" These words were the least he expected to come out of your mouth but, he wasn't complaining either.

"You heard me. I love you." You repeated before you giggled, "Sure yeah, you were totally an ass for not listening to me but it doesn't change the fact that I still love you. And I also heard from Tooru that you haven't been like yourself since that day, my fault entirely. I should have thought about what your reaction would be.

"You know… I tried to come up with tons of reasons to just give up, so we both wouldn't have to hurt like this. It would have been easier for both of us. But, I can't. I don't want things to be easy between us. Everything you do makes me fall for you over and over, deeper than the last time. And hearing you say that you still love me, makes me realize that I should have tried even harder." Iwaizumi hugged you tightly, afraid that this was all a dream and was about to wake up. Or was he going soft just for you? Because it was obviously not because of Oikawa.

"So, what do you want to happen to us? What's your call?" You asked looking up at him.

“What’s this? Are you two okay now?” The childish devil on Iwaizumi's shoulder popped in between the two of you, “You are! That’s great! I’ll tell them right now--!”

“You, hanger bastard! I’ll beat you up--” He was about to give Oikawa a piece of his mind when he heard your voice echo in his ear.

“Hanger bastard? What’s with the new insult?” You laughed out loud, the wing spiker smiled, missing the sound, "Where'd you get that?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, I'm sure Mattsun and Makki want to get a say in this too." He suggested, receiving a nod from you.

"Hey Iwa-chan, you guys don't have to diss me every time you get jealous!!" Iwaizumi scoffed, ignoring the setter.

"Anyways, I'll fetch and take you home after practice. We've got a lot of catching up to do." He offered, intertwining both of your fingers together, “We can even start now, I’ll walk you to Karasuno.”

"I'd like that, Hajime."

I gave you my heart and I don't regret not taking it back. My attention is yours and no one else's from the beginning until the end.

#hq x y/n #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#hq!!#hq fluff #hq angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #hq hcs #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq x you #hq imagines

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ecclais-fouoras · 3 years

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Falling for someone like you

Chapter 9 ? What a day

Previous chapter here

Tags : fluff and slight smut warning ⚠️

The next day went swiftly, you both had a great time at the mine and then the museum, afterwards you both went out for dinner, in the small restaurant she had spotted before. Wilhemina offered to pay since you had already done so much for her those few days. "I insist baby..you've been amazing and I was the one who suggested it... Let me get this one"

"Okay fine...don't make a habit out of it you know I love to spoil you, my darling" you had responded placing your hand on her cheek. That night you had gone to bed early, exhausted from the day spent. Your lover laid by your side, your arms around her protectively and her leg draped over your body, and fingers upon your collarbones. "Y/n ?"

"Mm ?" "What are we gonna do tomorrow ? I tried to find something to vis..."

"Amusement Park"

"Huh ?"

"Tomorrow that's what we're doing"

"Oh...you do kn..."

"I checked if it was something you could do, and there are many attraction available"; "Good..." She said before yawning. "Oh baby sleep you're tried"

"I don't want this day to end"

"It doesn't have to...in your mind never" You turned slightly, putting your hand around her hip and under her head, and hers went to your neck. Your legs found the spot between hers and the one still on top of your body. On Sunday you woke up a little bit early to pack stuff in the car before traveling to the park, your girlfriend watching the landscape pass by the cars window. Your eyes fixated on the rood and right hand in hers on her thigh. You arrived and went inside. The place was kinda crowded but since Wilhemina couldn't stand for too long waiting wasn't a problem, you could easily enter attraction in another line. "I hate their faces when they see me cut the line" she said growling from anger and you caressed her hair while explaining "Hey baby... You're not cutting line, your simply taking another one. If they don't like it they can try and live all their life in a body that aches like yours. They'll see if taking that line is worth the trouble."

"I guess you're right"

"I am...if they aren't happy about it they can suck my dick"

"OH so they can but you barely let me do it ?" You playfully feigned being offended and slightly pinched her arm. "That's not even true.."

"It is. Whenever I wanna do it you don't pack"

"Well I'm not going to pack every single day love"

"Well at least some of them baby"

You giggled and subconsciously started walking towards a small Russian mountain.

"Are you up for that mina ?"

"Of course. I'm up for anything", "You Sure ? It seems pretty scary". "It's not. Besides if it wear it would say not for people with back problems"

"Okay okay... Well when you throw up just make sure it's not while the wind is in our way."

"Haha very funny"

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She said as you took her hand and leaded her to the side line, after a few minutes you got in the seats. Wilhemina held your hand a little tighter than usual, so you nuzzled behind her ear and told her she was more than safe with you. She relaxed a bit and then screams and squeals of joy were the only thing that could be heard. You both moved throughout the park, doing things left and right, pointing at beautiful landscape and designs. You stopped at a flying swing and encouraged wilhemina to come with you and do it together. But she didn't seam to keened on it. Even as you took her hand and tugged her towards it she held her ground. The mushroom tower started to rise and everyone started cheering as the chair flew around in circles and people moved in their chairs."Look it's fun honey" "It's for kids."..."No. It's not. Watch there are plenty of adults her and besides it didn't bother you in the flying elephants."

"That was different"

"Absolutely not, look if it's because you don't stand the movements it's okay, but at least tell me"

"I do stand it" you went closer to her, your hands on her hips as you kissed her cheeks "Babe tell me what the real problem is, no bullshit please"

"I don't have. Anywhere to put my cane in there."

"Well we can leave it in the entrance"

"I'd rather not"

"Why, you don't need it during the ride, and I'll get it for you at the end baby"

"Who knows what will happen during the ride. I don't want to find it broken, not only because you gifted it to me, but because it is my life, I refuse to let it be broken or lost by those incompetent people"

"Hey..hey no need to insult anyone here, baby I know that, but just like when you go to bed you leave it to the side, you can let them take care of it"

"I..."

"Baby I promise nothing bad will happen"

"How can you do that"

"I'll make sure it doesn't, do you trust me ?"

"Of course I trust you. I just don't trust anybody else"

"But you learned how to trust me, so maybe you can try and give a little trust to that"

"Fine. One session"

"Yay ! I promise you'll love it" You said as you both went to it, and as soon as wilhemina was sited you went up to the people managing the attraction and asked them to keep her cane during the ride.

"Oh and by the way. If anything happens to it. Even the slightest impact, i will make sure you all lose your job, and ruin your reputation so much no one will go to a park that is unacceptable with disabled people."

"..we..yes. well, we will take good care of it"

"You better do." You went back and sat just next to Wilhemina on the double sided chair. "Did you te..."

"It's okay baby. They'll handle it carefully"

"Oh okay..." The swing raised above the floor, and progressively your feets hanged down as they stopped touching ground and The ride began. the wind hit your face faster and faster and you both smiled and yelled as it spined. Wilhemina had to keep her hand on her skirt so it didn't lift up and give everyone else a great view and you giggled. You whispered in her ear as the world around you kept turning and turning. "Don't traumatize these children and get arrested for public nudity I'd hate to have to get you out of jail and runaway together..."

"Is it weird of it actually sounds good"

"Depends on which part"

"The last bit you fool"

"Well my anxiety could never...but keep dreaming darling" You both laughed and held hands as the chairs were turning even faster. At one point the air was to rapid through her hair and it detached her hairdo, you Heard her groan as her hair moved everywhere including her face while she looked at you. "Oh come on why"

"It's fine mina just let it go"

"It's a good thing this was not a wig"

You laughed again as You pushed the hair out of her face and saw her eyes shining with joy, you don't think you ever saw her so happy your whole life, and you thought maybe she never has been.

"I love you y/n"

She said as her hair flew behind her like a beautiful main. You couldn't help but put your hands around her face and bring her for a kiss. Your lips lingered on hers for a while, hands stoking her cheek and breathing linked and she pulled away questioning. "Why the kiss?"

"I just couldn't not kiss you right then"

"But in front of all these people ? Children"

"They won't die because I kissed the woman I love. They've seen people kiss before, they'll be fine"

"But the people here ?"

"I don't give a single fuck about them, I love you and they better get over it."

"I love you too" You enjoyed the rest of the ride, and after you got down you went to get wilhemina's cane for her, and as it took a little longer before she got out of it like the rest you heard someone tell her to get off the swing because people were waiting. You immediately turned around and went up to him, her stepped back a little "What did you just say ?"

"I..i said that this bitch needs to get off of the swing or learn to leave others their turn"

"You better shut the fuck up now, or else you really aren't going to enjoy the ride with a broken nose and bleeding face."

"Is that a threat ?"

"No it's a promise."

"It's unacceptable she ne.."

"And you need to stick your patience up your ass and fuck off. She'd be out of there in a second if you were able to keep your fucking mouth shut, now I bet you don't have any one in your life who has a disability except you because you are clearly having a stroke so let me tell you this. You say anything offensive to my wife. And I'll have your fucking ass in the floor."

"How dare you ? Telling all this in front of my kids"

"Maybe it'll teach them not to be complete assholes to people. Now your kids didn't say anything you did. So maybe you could thing about that"

"M'am you have to hurry..and keep your distance with the rest of the clients" The bold men tried to respond.

"But...i..i" ."

"we'll be out in a sec.. You. Save it. I honestly don't give a shit about your opinion, I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for her. Because if she weren't there I would have already been in jail for beating your ass. I'll say it once. Stay. Away. From. her. And keep your thoughts to your two inches long brain."

You went back to give her her cane and you both left the swings, glaring one last time at the men, who looked like he was about to piss his paints.

"Don't bother him, he's an ass"

"You don't always have to get in trouble for me"

"You're kidding right ? He was practically begging me to tell him off. Besides no one talks to you like this and gets away with it on my watch"

"He looked like a kid cought cheating have to admit watching you It was a little hot." She whispered in your ear

"Happy to oblige" you said as you pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and grazed her cheek. After that she bent forward a little and lifted her arms to try and do her hair back which you knew could hurt her.

"Hey hey no.. leave it" you said as you put your hands on hers.

"Let's sit over here baby"

You said while taking her to a small stair bench.

"Sir over here I'll sit on the one higher.

"Oh okay"

You settled her between your knees and asked for her hair tie.

"Do you really want to put it up again ? You know I love your hair down like this, you look so beautiful"

"I know you do, but it's our thing you know, I don't want it to become banal, I like that you're the only one who sees me like this, it makes it special"

"We have other things that are private darling, just because you go out with your hair down it doesn't mean it's not special anymore. I still get to see you in your nightwear or with a messy tee-shirt and a lazy bun."

"I know but still, I prefer keeping it up please"

"Okay baby no problem, can I put it up how I want ?"

"..fine yes, but no funny business"

"Of course" you said as you kissed her neck. You started sectioning her hair, brushing it through your fingers, huming softly. And you started breading, strands of hair between your hands, one over the other. Starting from up and then going down. Wilhemina relaxing visibly in your embrace, letting her head slightly back.

"Oooooooh, I am not the only traveler, who has not repaid His debt, I've been searching for a trail to follow again take me back to the night we met, and then I can tell myself what the hell am I supposed to do.

I had all and then most of you some and now none of you. Ooh

Take me back to the night we met.

"Here done"

"Can I sea ?"

"Let me just ..there "

"Oh..y/n"

"You don't like it ?"

"No..no i do like it.. it's different than what I'm used to"

"I figured you don't usually bread it because it's probably to painful, so I wanted to do something nice". "I love it y/n"

"You look beautiful"

She blushed softly before you kissed her lips.

Afterwards you were both a little hungry, so you took wilhemina to a candy shop, they sold many things like sugar canes and candy floss

You waited before asking Wilhemina what she wanted, and ordered a pomme d'amour for starters, and decided you would take candy floss to walk.

"It's going to be messy y/n we have to cut in"

"No..baby the whole thing is to bite it at the same time"

"I swear if you get my shirt stained"

"It won't willy"

"Oh you know I hate that nickname"

"That's why I use it willy"

She groaned and you both stood while you held the food.

"On three"

"Wait does that mean we bite on three or after three"

"Oh just bite it on three love"

"One."

"Two" you both said

"Three"

You both took a bite out of the apple, juices covering your taste buds and the sweet sugar envelope cracking.

You giggled with your mouths full and finished the apple as much as you could, heads turning around to find a good angle and sharing the same space.

You noticed Wilhemina had sugar on her top lip corner.

"Baby you have a little something here"

"Oh..thank you"

She tried getting it off but it wasn't efficient. So you stepped closer.

"Here..let me do it" you said before setting down the rest of the dish and pressing her against you while your hands found her jaw and you kissed her soundly, she moaned a little when you bit her top lip. And grazed it with your tongue. It asked for entrance and Wilhemina granted it to you. You made out together for a little bit before parting a little and just holding each other for a while, pairs of hands around shoulders and hips.

After that you bought the candy floss and started walking around the park once again.

You both picked in each others sticks, exchanging looks, smiles and kisses.

Feeding each other bits every now and then.

After a dozen minutes you had both finished

And you kissed her again, sharing the taste of sugar between each other. Her cane pressed against her and her cheek in your hand.

"Thank you y/n"

"For what ?". "For giving my life purpose"

"Aw baby why do you have to be so damn cute ALL the time"

"I'm serious"

"Me too...and you don't need to thank me, you mean everything to me. Come here."

You said before taking her inside your arms, inhaling her sent and circling your arms around her frame. You pressed kisses in her hair and she place them in your neck.

"I love you so much Wilhemina"

She started to tear up a little bit before sniffling and hiding more inside your body.

"I mean it...baby you don't ever have to cry about that again..for I will hold you till the end of time itself. And in every one of your future life's I'll have you in my heart."

Time passed as you held each others before slowly getting going again.

You arrived at a shooting game, pushed animals were hanging from the walls and ceiling.

"Oh here let me win you something !"

"Oh come on darling these games are money black holes"

"Not if your good at it" she starting turning around and walking away

"Besides it's gun shooting you're not going to be any good at that love you don't own any. Also I think it's quite funny that yo..."

"Here m'am, ya just need to get those target over there to ya win"

"Huhh come on y/n, do you even know what I said"

"Ssh baby I gotta focus"

"Sshh? So you shush me now ?"

You ignored her rambling as your hands settled their positions and you started shooting the first few bullets hitting right on the targets, five bullets later you heard a ringing sound and the guy stunned by your performance started

"Well m'am I'll be honest I wasn't expecting ya to win on the first try. But here ya go, you can pick one of them little stuffed animals"

"Mm I'll have this one for my lady over there "

"Excellent choice...here there ya go ... have a nice day birdies"

You giggled and thanked him as you went up to Wilhemina and gave her the white furry bunny you had won.

"So since you were so supportive I'll just keep it to myself"

"...I'm sorry baby...i just didn't want you to waste your money" "I know"

You said as you handed her the toy, "it's for you baby", "Oh.. really ? Wow it's the first time my lover...well anyone wins me something at a game"

"Looks like I'm your first on lots of things babe"

"Heyy" she responded while jabbing your shoulder "Aww why do you always do that, I think I need to go check it at the hospital."

"Oh don't be A baby y/n"

"Well you're the one standing with a bunny in your arms so who's really the baby huh?" She frowned before she joined you in laughter. You walked hand in hand with her gift under her hand. The sun was starting to set slowly as you both chatted and enjoyed the rest of the day.

"Let's get married"

"...What ?"

"Here let's get married now"

"..y/n ? I don't understand...I'm not sure it's a good idea"

"Chill baby I meant there" you said as you pointed the small church in the middle of the other attractions.

"It says it celebrates unions and marriages, but nothing actually official"

"Oh .."

"So let's get married here darling. Let's have our unofficial official ceremony now"

You said as you led her to the counter

"Wait..."

"It's okay you don't want to"

"No..no I definitely want to, I'm just straddled, and what If they don't celebrate our 'marriage', baby there are no legal obligations here"

"Well I don't care if they don't celebrate 'Our' marriage. I'll find another fake church that does, but we have to try frist right ?"

She nodded and took your hand.

"Hello ladies how May I help you"

You both looked at each other and she smiled.

"We would like to get married." "Alright, are you married irl ?" "Nope"

"I have to inform you this is all outside of any actual legal union, this mariage is only valid here, and in your hearts."

"We know"

"Perfect then. Follow me" You arrived in a room filled with dressed and suits, the man asked if you wanted to pay before or after, you decided to do it now, Wilhemina didn't even notice you did. "I'll let you approximately 30 minutes to choose your formal wear and get dressed, an hour to prepare your vows and will Then accompany the... well brides walk down the aisle"

"If it's easier i don't mind being already there."

"Oh yes good. Anyway, I'll let you change, there are two different Rooms with staff so you don't see each other until marriage"

"Thank you". You both said before picking your outfits and trying on dresses and suits. After some time the man came back and took Wilhemina before letting you know where was the aisle. You waited there with the pastor, who didn't look used to celebrating marriages between women, but who wasn't mad about it. The music started and there was no one else in the church except for the few staff and you both. The doors opened and you saw your girlfriend walk arm in arm with the guy who welcomed you in. She looked ethereal, beautiful you had never seen such beauty before, her hair was in a beautiful hairdo, half down half up, a bunch of colored flowers in her hair and even a purple orange make-up.

She walked gracefully, her dress following her and a veil attached to her flower crown.

"Hey"

"Hey...wow, you...look... amazing...I'm so lucky" she blushed before being handled her cane and replied "Well...I must say You're not so Bad yourself y/n"

"Erm erm.. We are reunited today. To celebrate the union of two beautiful souls, linked together by life. Two hearts beating at the same pace, two bodies sharing one path. We are here, in the evening of this bright full day, to make the two women standing here, married, for better and for worst until death do them apart...If i may have the rings. " He took them and turned to Wilhemina "You will now exchange your vows"

"Oh..lord..sorry. this is the part I'm not going to be good at. But you already know that.

You know every part of me. Every single piece I've yet to discover. You hold them, in your arms. Steady, fierce, protective, bringing me the safe home i could have never hope to have. And yet here you stand. By my side every day. You hold my heart, and you make my sun hang, so bright yet so easy, in my sky. I didn't believe I could ever be liked. And you showed me unconditional love.

I didn't believe I was pretty, you made me feel like the most beautiful goddess in the world. I didn't believe I could feel it, but darling, you are the person I love like I would have never believed such feeling existed.. I am not good at expressing feelings, I find them to abstract, to volatile to be caught by my words. So I chose the ones of someone else that resonated with me so hard I believe them to be our own.

'You belong with me, my love. And I belong with you. We should live life side by side, In everything we do. You belong with me today, For now and ever more. And I belong with you, my dear, The one that I adore. We were meant to be, I know; It’s written in the stars. I love the way we are as one, And everything you are. Just think of all the moments Aligning for us to meet, So once we found each other, We were bound to feel complete. But this part of our story, We’ll sit and write together. Hanging memories on the wall,of the home we’ll share forever. So, both of us are certain. As we each say ‘I do’, That you belong with me, my love, And I belong with you." As she was done and the tears spilled from your eyes the pastor gave her a ring and spoke again.". "Now you will repeat after me as you place the ring on her, -I take you, y/f/n" "I take you y/f/n" ; "—to be my wedded Wife" "To be my wedded Wife"

"— to have and to hold from this day forward"; "To have and to hold from this day forward"

"—for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer''; "for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer" ; "—in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,"; "in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,". "—till death do us part"

"Till death do us part"

She said as she finally settled the ring she picked out on you.

"You will now exchange your vows to your bride."

".. Wilhemina, every time I dreamed about love, it was always me finding it, searching, like a lost salior for my beloved boat.But little did I know, love would find me, it would find a way through my heart, in between the cracks of it, sunshine would bring healing. I remember when I first fell in love. The intensity, the warmth, I remember her smile, her hair. I remember how hard I loved. How wrong I may have, probably because of the youth. I remember how much it had hurt. When she was taken away from me. When I could no longer hold her body, when everything from her had immediately and indefinitely turned to dust. I remember how I cursed at the wind, yelled, screamed, cried, abused whatever God had been responsible for it, responsible for this pain love had brought. I swore, I swore to never love ever again. And I tried, I begged for love to leave me alone. I dreamed it would never hurt again. And I remember when I found you, and you found me. How utterly lost we had been. How stupid it was for me to think I would not fall for you.

For your smile.

For your laugh.

For your eyes.

For your tears of joy and sorrow. For every single beat of your heart. How stupid I had been, To think I would never fall again. But the truth is, I spent all these years climbing, to afraid, to hurt, to coward, to actually jump. But the more high you gain The longer and harder the fall. And man, did I fall. And man, how did it feel so terribly perfect to do so. And man, little did I know, you could make me fly. I wasn't scared anymore. It didn't hurt. It was the answer I had been searching for all of my life. The one I didn't know was within me all along, the one you brought to life. It was love, love was the answer. No Our, our love was the answer. I'm so completely and unapologetically in love with you. You, you, you it's always been you. And the stars are watching, they are jealous, and they talk because never in the eternal burn they experience, never did they see souls shine so bright. Our connection goes beyond speaking, you choose words to express what you want to say. I want words to choose how to express what I say. In truth, we married each other that first night, in bed, we had been married by our bodies, but now we stand in history—what our bodies had said, mouth to mouth, we now said publicly, gathered together.

'I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:i love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself, and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose from the earth lives dimly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you directly without problems or pride: I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love, except in this form in which I am not nor are you, so close that your hand upon my chest is mine, so close that your eyes close with my dreams... We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight, live coiled in shells of loneliness, until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies, old memories of pleasure, ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity, In the flush of love’s light, we dare be brave. And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love, which sets us free.'.. Today i stand here, as i will stand for as long as my fragile body allows me to, perhaps then I will sit, or lay, by your side my dear, always. And love within me blooms, and makes flowers from every cell in me grow. I will choose you over and over again love, I will hold you close, I will give you peace, I will bring you home. In me. In my heart."

"Now, for the ring.."

He gave you the one you'd picked for her, a thick golden string with amethyst, and Carnelian.

"-I take you, Wilhemina venable"

"I take you, Wilhemina venable"

"-to be my wedded Wife"

"To be my wedded Wife"

"- to have and to hold from this day forward"

"To have and to hold from this day forward"

"- for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer

"for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer"

"-in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,"

"in sickness and in health to love and to cherish,

"-till death do us part"

You finally slid the ring on her finger before saying.

"Till death do us part

"Perfect, you may now kiss the bide."

You turned to Wilhemina, picked the veil covering her face, lifted it and placed it backwards before taking she took her face in her hands and yours grabbed her hips, bending her slightly backwards before stealing her lips in the most beautiful and delicious kiss you both had the chance to share, oxygen wasn't even needed as your whole body experienced full Bliss, during the embrace you heard, no felt her mumble 'i love you' to which she know you replied by kissing her harder tumbling a little before parting away, faces close, smiles on both of your lips. You walked down the aisle tightly pressed together her hair darked than usual with the dim candle light. And as you went through the door, bells rang and you felt rice being thrown at you from somewhere you couldn't spot. Eventually you got outside, turned to your wife and spun her around before kissing for what would most definitely not be the last time of the day, body pressed together like it will be during your Wedding night.

When you came back home both of your touch yas tender yet urgent, you took no time to

Set your things, just immediately riding her of her day clothes and coat, slamming the door with your feet and taking her upstairs. Before the bedroom door you lifted her up over the threshold, "tradition is sacred my darling"

"Shut up and just make love to me"

Shortly you were both in your underwear, your body on top of hers, cradling her with kisses and caresses, your lips all over her body.

You began to take her nipple in your mouth and play with the other one, her back arched and she moaned loudly, you were starting to kiss your way down her body but she stopped you.

"I..I..want us to cum...together"

"I can't refuse my baby now"

You dragged down her body before teasing her inner thigh and kissing her clit, making sure she was wet enough, you went up her body again, your hand between her legs stating to work her up. Your own hand finding yourself, toying with your panties before sitting back and touching yourself for her to see. Once you were both ready you aligned both of your centers, and lowered yourself on her. Hearing a moan from both of your throats as the contact was a delightful bliss. Your moans filled the room as you rubbed your clitorises faster, wet sounds coming from the friction. "Uh..uH baby I'm getting close"

"..wait a bit for me.. can you do that ?"

"Uhh..yeah..yeaH" You doubled your efforts and before you knew it she was cumming all over you which triggered your own orgasm. You fell on her body, legs intertwined as your bodies sank into each others. Still catching her breath Wilhemina couldn't stop herself from laughing.

"...We got married...in an amusement park";

"We did baby...".

".....I love you";

"I love you too baby"

A/n: the italic pieces are bits of different poems, I couldn't settle for one, if you think cutting a poem is sacrilegious I'm sorry but I believe that Words and art is ment to be movements, live and change though our experiences of then, pieces of structure that you can use to build. your own.

#wilhemina venable #sarah paulson fanfiction #wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson characters #wilhelmina venable #soft!mina #ms venable

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Realization and speculation. The Psychic 7 might've evaded separation anxiety for the first few days after reuniting in these OCBDL's versions, but all bets are off once they enter Otto's mind and after. Splitting up for a mission?! After what happened to Lucy and Ford when they left them to go alone?

Ohh hoho yeah there's definitely the potential for separation anxiety for all that they have gone through even with just canon.

It’s all in the background while they are catching up with each other, doing the activities they share again. They are quite happy together (or alone but knowing the others are reachable) and yet there's this smidge of worry about being separated again.

It was usually more so towards the situations concerning the future, like with the reveal of the 7th member of the founders (and how they would handle which info to share and story to weave to avoid trouble for Lucy and her family), or the Grulovia rescue mission (it is likely that the frozen area is just abandoned, but we don’t know what the current Grulovia that would cause problems like politics or environment, since we already got Helmut's body condition in mind to be concerned about).

They’d be even more wary that it happen twice, even if the second one didn’t last long. Still it was a horrifying experience see Maligula again, they weren’t prepared for that.

Even worse, is that OBDLC would also catch them off-guard, one of the reasons being the parallels to the first time they got separated. They hadn’t expect another breakdown-- from Otto even, someone they thought was faring pretty well.

It's different from Maligula, where they were literally at another country till the could do anything, by then the damage is done. Here the damage is being done and it's even worse inward then outward. But they are here now and they could help immediately.

Once more, it's a situation they have to uncover what is causing the issue before being able to help. They hadn't know what made Lucy into Maligula, all they knew was that they had to stop her and try to move forward from that. With Otto, are certain he got injured, but that doesn't explain everything else breaking down. Sure the psychoseismometer exploded and the nergative energies burst upon him would probably be something, but it shouldn't be THIS bad! Things are breaking in a way they aren't suppose to!

Just-- three times the charm and this one isn't good one. The parallels are even worse. It'll bring up memories they'd rather move past from. It'll shake them up real bad. It also drives the point that everything got so much worse when they were left alone.

All of these make me think 'Oh no not again' and cause a bit of anxiety.

So there is that surfacing a newfound amount of worry that surface when they are alone, although its might be more for each other than anything.

Being anxious of being alone would be more for Helmut (especially when he is still a brain) and maybe Otto (given our ideas about OBDLC).

It’d be more off-putting for Otto, since he was quite used to being alone. And now stuff he was okay with suddenly his mind turns it against him.( i've yet to post my addition to this post, but i've mentioned stuff in dms)

But as for missions, doubt they'd go to many hectic or really active ones cuz their age might make it challenging-- but for the upcoming one with the Grulovia Rescue mission, if any obdlc version happens before that, they'd be having something weighing on them that wasn't there before

Like the original plan probably just had key people like Helmut, Bob and Otto going to Grulovia, but well -- let's just say due to events, they'll feel better if all 7 went together. (I mean they could have all wanted to go along, but heres to me providing an additional angsty layer to this sweet bonding activity)

This could be a chance to talk about the times they went off alone, and communicate everything about it. From their reasons, apologies and how to move forward in order to repair their bonds. They can even recognize their possible anxieties of being separated again.

There's that balance of supporting each other while not relaying too much on each other as to not cause any separation anxiety within them to grow. It might be slow going but its a start to learn how to deal with their trauma together.

Also, with psychic powers in the mix, we could think back to the psychic link Sasha and Milla have. Makes you wonder back in the old days if they had that psychic connection however unintentionally formed and broken. Nowadays though it is recognized and might even have training techniques to improve upon it. They could have that for all psychic 7 to keep a check on each other, giving gentle assurance even while far away.

(I do have angst ideas about this though haha, the one relevant here would be when the link is disrupted causing a bit of that separation anxiety to creep back a bit. like a hum in the background suddenly missing and you aren't sure why, you could only think of the bad things that could've caused it, and in the case if deluge--it did)

#asks #ask #youareshauni #psychonauts 2 #obdlc #analysis #headcanon #speculation #psyn rambles #psychic 7 #my thoughts do a little swirl before going back to the point #catch me repeat things before actually answering #school did this to me i swear #tag-rambling #also my apologies if i didnt uite expand in the direction you were hoping for #fel free to refocus i am writing this so late at mornight #also yeah psychic link during the deluge--man i'd have some words about that and wew that wiukd hurt during the deluge

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jinnwenhe · 4 years

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A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND THEREFORE THE ASK WAS ALSO DELETED, IM SORRY— alright, hopefully you'll enjoy this nonetheless, thanks for asking! I'll try to find the person who asked for this prompt later.

And so, this ask is Raihan x Female! Reader, the prompt is displayed above.

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You sip your bottled tea as you watched Raihan battle the opposing gym challenger from the bleachers; to say you're amused was an understatement. The dragon tamer never ceased to amaze you everytime he's in a battle, regardless if he reigns victorious or fell down in the depths of defeat— his match is always wild, numerous of fans shouting for his side as he let the sandstorm take over the stadium, enveloping it in a rough weather.

The fans were alright though considering the stadium was perfectly designed for these type of things, protecting the said viewers from the harsh effects of the weather— which Raihan takes pride in, looking at how his technique consist of taking advantage of the weather to boost his pokemons powers.

This is what makes you baffled with his performance every time. Even if you already became a Champion that rules over Galar, you didn't look down on him, and you're not planning to.

Occasionally, the dragon tamer would lock eyes with you, sending chills down your spine as his cerulean eyes stare right through you, followed by that signature smug grin of his in which his fans has grown a liking to. You gave him a gesture of support by clenching your hands accompanied by a determined look on your eyes. He noticed your small action and gave you a thumbs up before focusing on the match infront of him once again.

Some fans mistaken it as him looking at them, and they immediately melted on the spot due to that misunderstanding. Though you didn't pay any mind to it, you dont want to ruin people's happiness anyways, just let them be.

After the earthshaking match, which Raihan managed to reign victorious, he gave a hug to the challenger, and telling them that there were no hard feelings involved. Luckily for him, the challenger was still determined to try harder for a rematch in the near future, and they can ensure Raihan that they'll be the one taking victory home next time they meet.

Raihan saw that as a challenge and he's going to get stronger, he wants to give his best at every match, that's his job after all. Losing just wont do for him.

When all of that commotion ended, you approached the said dragon tamer with a smile dancing on your lips and arms open wide, incase he wanted a good ol' hug after the match.

You know him so well, of course he wanted a hug, and its from you— you.. you're his crush, not that you know it, its a new thing for him too. He took an interest on you when he saw you battle at the Championship Cup, reaping the victory without any effort; you're strong, you're tough, you're more than what you seem, and Raihan liked that part of you.

Though on other times, you're also clumsy, careless, and mostly oblivious. These trait of yours just amplified your attractiveness level to Raihan; strong and oblivious usually doesn't match with eachother, yet you managed to make them mix well, creating... you.

"Good job on the victory!"

You planted your face on his chest, burying your head in the warm feeling of his hoodie, and trying your best not to get tiny little sand stuck in your head. It'll be a pain in the ass to clean up later if you did. Your arms wrapped around his lean waist, hugging him as tight as you could to show him your affection.

Raihan responded well by hugging you back and ruffling your hair, saying a light 'thanks' along the way. Maybe without your support, he would've lost this round, and other rounds from before— no matter, he should just focus on the present, where you're hugging him in the middle of the stadium... infront of his assistants. Not to mention Leon is also watching, accompanied by chairman Rosé.

The dragon tamer then pulled back after awhile, he knows this affectionate act of yours doesn't have any meaning behind it. Just a hug you gave to your bestie after his gruelling match; it has became a habit at this point, and you didn't even notice that. Raihan did though, he paid attention on every little details about you. From the way you dressed, to the way your expression changes over the time, that even he notices the smallest shift in your mood during the day.

Silence began spreading between you both, and its getting kind of uncomfy. So you decided to break away the tension by helping him dusting off the sand on his body, and his features. The amount was quite a lot, and it's going to take awhile if you really want to remove all of the tiny bits of sand from the previous match. You even thought about suggesting him to not use the sandstorm weather next time, it's really getting troublesome and somewhat irritating to handle. At least for you.

"Stay still im helping you clean up" you said as you reached for his headband. He didn't want any help in cleaning up this time, considering that Leon is here, and few of his assistants—lets not forget about chairman Rosé whos observing from the sidelines, possibly being held captive by Oleana because of work reasons.

Raihan then gripped your arm as he tilted his head a little bit back, preventing you from reaching his tangerine headband "No need princess, i can clean it up by myself" he grinned, trying to hide the embarrassment thats slowly growing inside him.

Sure he might be a man of confidence, pride swelling on his chest with each step that he takes, but the poor dragon tamer only could handle so much when it comes to you. All that pride and confidence washed away just like that, and thats all because of your damned adorable oblivious trait.

You were determined to take off his headband, even if that means you need to use all off your techniques on him. This time, you only relied on your obliviousness. You really dont know what effect it has on him— you didn't even know if your oblivious trait has an effect on him at all! But you saw him blushing a few times from you being genuinely curious about something, so its worth a try.

Raihan was completely caught of guard when he looked down at you and your determined eyes; it was different from before where you're supporting him, he cant tell whats really different, but it just hits diffrent. You reaching up with Raihan gripping your wrist, warm eyes locking with his followed by a small curl on the edge of your lips as you felt him slowly reducing his strength in the effort to prevent you reach for his headband.

This only resulted in him looking away, blush subtly creeping on his cheeks as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. The Great Raihan would never be embarrassed in such a situation, hell, he'd be the one to make you embarrassed! But this time, apparently the odds were in your side , and you're grateful for that.

The thing you didn't understand was; why is he blushing? You didn't do anything, you only tried to take off his headband in order to clean it, and yet when he locked eyes with you, a tint of blush appeared on his chocolate skin, in which he attempted to hide it by looking at anywhere but towards your direction. This was a great opportunity to make him blush more, dont you think? Its rare to see Raihan blush out of nowhere, and you got to see it up close! A way great opportunity, you couldn't bear to pass this chance.

With a gentle push forwards from your body and him being off guard, you two tumbled down to the ground below you with a loud 'thud' ; Raihan covered your fall by pulling you close to his chest, which makes you comfortably land on his body instead.

"Honestly," you trailed as you got up from your position, lifting your body up with your hands on each side of Raihan's head before looking down onto him with a joyful grin plastered on your face "You're cute when you blush, Rai" you chirped, followed by a soft laugh. The position you guys were in wasn't quite the best to see without context. But you couldn't care less, you two were only having a wholesome bestie moment— yet Raihan might be freaking out inside because, oh Arceus, what is he gonna explain to Leon and the Chairman himself? Him blushing just makes it worse and doesn't help him out at all.

His eyes finally dared to look into yours again while a sigh slipped past his lips "You're just teasing me," he exclaimed as his lips curl into his usual relaxed smile; shades of blush still not leaving his face "Again." He added, hands reaching up to pull you back down onto his body, loving the way you fit inside his embrace just perfectly. He's way taller than you, meanwhile you could be accused of 'tiny' compared to him. Thats why he liked hugging you so much, even if you're just teasing him.

He doesn't care if you know his feelings or not, he's just happy that he could hold you like this without any care in the world right after his tiring match. Though he still does have a lot of explaining to do the the Chairman later, and possibly to Leon too.

#Raihan #Pokemon #Raihan pokemon #Raihan x reader #Pokemon sword #Pokemon shield #Pokemon sword and shield #Pokemon sw sh #Kibana/Raihan #Pokemon imagines #Kibana

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gingus-doon · 4 years

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pov u just shot your childhood hero, wdyd

i.e. i ramble about keiji post-shooting; his occupation, what he does, how he copes, how he feels, etc. etc.

just putting this little thing here because the post got quite long and i couldn't split it up because it's all somewhat related. it started out as a rant / informal ramble but then it got serious lololol

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one thing i don't understand is why people hc keiji as still having a job with the police post-shooting? like that just doesn't make sense to me– not only based on his character but like... why would you wanna make him a cop with all the talk of how much the police suck lately? personally i'm a brown bitch so i couldn't be down with thirsting over a cop lol. it's just kinda confusing sjdhd

i've seen the hc of him as a private investigator, though, which i like! it's a very neat way to let him flex his detective skills without being part of a corrupt organization and without forsaking his own personal beliefs and feelings about the police, because i don't think those would change anywhere near easily and i just kinda can't see him going back into the police force because of that.

i have often wondered what keiji would do after the death game, and what he was doing before the death game or after the shooting, because i think he'd definitely quit after the shooting, with all the grief and trauma surrounding the job and his newfound cynicism.

i don't think he'd be doing private investigation before the game, or more specifically, before his character develops into something reminiscent of his old self– as he is at the start of the game, he just doesn't have that faith in protection, so i can't imagine him being an investigator at that point. HOWEVER, in a post death game OR non-death game au where keiji has started to pull himself up from that tar (most likely with the help of others lol) i think that's definitely a plausible option for him and i like it a lot :]

as for other options, though... i really don't know! this is more of a stupid idea but i considered him working in a convenience store like shin lol. i had a whoooole au about him, kai, and shin working in the same convenience store just because they can't hold down any other jobs / don't know what else to do for work. shin is able to actually hold down the job because the last manager was mysteriously taken out of commission (i don't know lol) and they were ridiculously short-staffed already so shin ended up being the "most qualified" for the now vacant position. keiji's had a string of odd jobs since the police and this is just the next one. he's hoping to find something with a better wage but this'll do for now, it's even in walking distance from his apartment. and kai, kai's trying to exercise more independence from the chidouins' after becoming his own person! so he gets what i think would be his first job (well, his first official job, anyway... being an assassin and the chidouins' personal maid were more unofficial gigs lol.) ahh that was a lotta rambling about my dumb little au but i just think it'd be neat, they're three of my favourite characters so having them just vibe with each other at work and become friends sounds nice 2 me :] also Coincidentally i ship literally every combination of those three characters so that may have played a part in my casting decisions lmfao

oh wow that was a really long and uncalled for synopsis but this is just a rambly post so it can't really be uncalled for because this post doesn't have any particular point lol (A/N after writing this— IT HAS A POINT NOW, DISREGARD PAST ME)

SO ANYWAY ! i was just considering what keiji would do right after the shooting. honestly i have noooo idea, it's the beginning of a long road of him burying his trauma in a desperate attempt to avoid facing the pain it brings, and it marks a profound loss of innocence which makes his heart begin to grow cold. it's just hard to see the beginning of the process when where he started and where he ended up are very different places.

obviously, he'd quit his job. i wonder if the hallucinations would start right away? him being naïve in the beginning, i'm sure he'd acknowledge them– cry out apologies and plead for forgiveness until his throat is hoarse. the rule of hallucinations in yttd seems to be that if you acknowledge them, they'll burn themselves into your brain and you'll never be rid of them– implying that keiji has done so, as it's likely been years since the shooting and he's still suffering from the visions despite seeming to ignore them now.

ahh, i'm getting in my feelings about keiji now 😭😭 when i started this, i wanted to be held by him, but now i just wanna hug him like damnnnn

but back to what he'd do after the shooting– this scenario is self indulgent, but wouldn't it be nice if he took some time off and just stayed at his mom's place for a while? help her with chores while she's at work, try to regain a sense of normalcy in his childhood home...

i don't think he'd be able to do this right after the shooting. keiji had shame, once upon a time– the guilt would rack him like nothing else. i can imagine him spending a lot of late nights with alcohol, just wishing it was a dream. his resentment towards megumi slowly building as he feels he's being left in the dark as to why, why he isn't allowed to atone, why she's being so cold towards him about the shooting when he's suffering so heavily from the effects of it.

he wouldn't want to be around his dear mom as a murderer, and as a resentful alcoholic who's coping very poorly with his circumstances.

also (tangent incoming), i kind of wonder about keiji and alcohol a lot. in his fondness events with mishima, he says the following—

the "haven't drank that much in years" part makes me wonder– for how long? did he start to restrain himself before the shooting or after? i would say it's most likely after, considering the "feels like it'll swallow me up" comment he made soon after. and, how he talked about binge drinking when he was still a newbie. perhaps it was fine for him to do so, before the shooting— he'd just get wasted and flirt, have a good time. but after, it morphed into an inefficient coping mechanism which he fell far within the depths of to try and control the worst of his grief and self hatred. after that, heavy drinking couldn't just be for fun anymore.

i assume in the "before it got this way" comment, the "way" he's referring to is how he doesn't drink much anymore? or, he could be talking about the depression drinking, but i think the prior makes more sense.

even though i think, given keiji's example of drinking with megumi, that he could have gotten blackout drunk a couple of times purely for fun pre-shooting, i think here he's referring to the painful side of his relationship with alcohol here, the part that took place when he was trying to cope with his trauma. i think he brings up the story of drinking with megumi immediately after, then, to avoid talking about that part of his past. though he doesn't show it much, i think he's deeply ashamed of himself. not only of what he's done, but how he's handled it afterwards.

on a lighter note, though, it's quite funny to think of Lawful Good young keiji shinogi getting drunk off his ass and flirting with every woman he comes across willing to flirt back. like, what's up with that??? he seems like such a serious dork in the flashbacks, but doing well in his police job, he just... lets loose?? no no, honestly i think he hadn't drank much before going out with megumi and he took her insistence on him drinking a little too far, and with his inexperience with alcohol and the successive lack of self restraint that comes with each new drink, you get casanova shinogi, lmao.

BACK TO THE SERIOUS STUFF THOUGH !! i really like the idea of him going to his mom to help him pull himself back together. i think they'd have a solid relationship, fight me! he seems to adore his mom as a child with a good single parent usually does. i'm sure he appreciates her immensely for all the care and love she managed to give him when he was a kid while also working her ass off to support them financially. this very respect for her is what i think would drive him to isolate himself from her after the shooting– as i said above, he's a murderer now. a disappointing human being in general, and an even worse son. to let down his mother who worked so hard to raise him right... how could he? as his condition worsens and his heart grows colder, i'm sure that feeling would fester inside of him. he'd try to ignore it, as he does with everything else, but it's already wrapped its tendrils around his soul. that particular guilt isn't leaving him any time soon.

now that i'm thinking about it, also, i don't think it's likely that he'd quit his job right right away. it'd be more of a slow descent over the span of a few weeks. immediately after the shooting, he may stop showing up to work for a while. he just can't put on that uniform when it's practically caked in the blood of someone he held in such high esteem for so long. eventually, though, he gets a hold on himself– just a bit. he doesn't want to be cooped up in his apartment with his thoughts anymore, and he doesn't want to lose his job. what else would he do?

so, he takes it easy on the first few days back. megumi tries to make it easy for him. paperwork, whatever job he could do that's not on the field. he clings to her like a wounded puppy, hoping that she'll explain why she's covering it up when he doesn't want her to, what he's supposed to do with these feelings around the incident. he's drowning, and she's made herself a big sister figure to him– she's supposed to help him. but, she shrugs him off when he brings it up. she's so harsh about it compared to how she usually speaks to him. perhaps because of her own guilt around the incident, perhaps it's the family's response and how keiji is now, how panicked and sleep deprived the poor kid has looked since that day.

so he continues to spiral with nothing to hold on to. grasps at alcohol in a futile attempt to stop falling, because it's all he can think to fall back on. he's a wreck at work– he's barely living, much less working. but megumi tries her best to keep him from getting fired. she'll get him coffee and breakfast and try to say something encouraging. "hey. hang in there, shinogi." with a touch on the shoulder. but in spite of her efforts, of course, it hits a breaking point. everyone in the job thinks keiji's too damaged to continue, saying he either needs to see a shrink or get the hell out of the way and let everyone else do their job.

and keiji just stops coming into work one day.

the downward spiral ensues.

#your turn to die #keiji shinogi #yttd keiji #kimi ga shine #i really just wrote this much just about keiji like goddamn. calm down @ me #it's not that much tho i checked and it's like not even 2000 words 😔😔#i got sad writing some of the angstier parts of this. like keiji... my darling.... let me hug him #i feel like there's a lot to be said about ~after the shooting~ and the process of him becoming the man he is now #there's lotsa speculation about that here from me specifically lol #i'd kinda kill to read a fic that goes into this stuff! no ship or anything just keiji. and megumi and his mom #i wonder if it exists 👀👀👀 but there are few things without ships that exist....#anyway i love keiji more now somehow #i am super keiji simp trust #i am tired tho lol i think i'll sleep now. maybe #OH ALSO!!! it's very fitting that the last line mentions the downward spiral #because i was thinking of the nin album by that title earlier today #specifically keiji and a certain track. I WILL NOT SAY WHICH TRACK. YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Lucas, Dustin and I take our seats once we get to class.

"Oh, that can't be good." I sigh, gesturing to Mike's empty seat.

"Yeah, he's never this late," Dustin added.

"I'm telling you, his stupid plan failed," Lucas stated.

"I thought you liked his plan?"

"Yeah, but obviously it's stupid, or he'd be here."

"If his mom found out a girl spent the night—" Dustin began.

"He's in deep shit right about now."

Dustin shifted in his seat, and leaned forward, whispering loud enough for us to hear. "Hey, what if she slept naked?"

"Ugh!" My face screws into a sour, disgusted look aimed at my brother, unintentionally speaking at the same time as Lucas. "Why would she do that, Dustin?"

"Oh, my God, she didn't."

"Oh, if Mrs. Wheeler tells our parents..."

The thought of Mom finding out was enough to elicit an anxious groan from me, and I let my forehead fall against desk where I buried my face.

"No way. Mike would never rat us out."

I hesitantly looked up, making eye contact with Lucas. He gave me a reassuring smile, knowing I worry easily.

"I don't know." Dustin said warily.

"All that matters is, after school, the freak will be back in the loony bin, and we can focus on what really matters, finding Will." I frown at his specific choice of words for El, thinking back on how scared she seemed last night. I desperately want to say something, but decided against it, not wanting to get in a fight. Fighting won't get us any closer to finding Will.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Mike Wheeler rides his bike down the small slope of grass towards his front yard. When El refused to let Mike's mom know she was there, Mike had no choice but to resort to plan b. He had led his mom to believe that he had ridden to school when in reality he had stopped around the corner until both his parents were gone.

When he got to the driveway, he dismounted his bike and led it into the garage, however something caught his eye. He stared in awe as the once withered and frankly the most miserable looking plant he had ever seen in his life, was now a beautiful lush green and stood as tall his knees. 'How had Y/n done it?'

It took a solid moment for Mike to gather his thoughts and focus on the task at hand. He parked his bike and made his way inside.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"You want anything to drink?" Mike decided to take advantage of the empty house so that he could show El around. "We have OJ, skim milk... What else? Um, we have..."

Mike trailed off when he saw that El was more fascinated with the things in his living room, mostly his TV set.

"Oh, this is my living room. It's mostly just for watching TV."

El lightly traced her fingers around the frame of the TV as she examined it.

"Nice, right? It's a 22-inch.

That's, like, ten times bigger than Dustin's."

El turned her head and said quietly.

"Y/n."

"Well, yeah of course. Y/n too."

"Dustin. Brother?" She asked, making sure she remembered correctly.

"Yeah!" Mike smiled, then lightly shrugged. "Well, technically Y/n's adopted. But yeah, they're still siblings."

El's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Ad-adopted?"

"Yeah, um, it means that they came from different parents. Mrs. Henderson adopted them because their parents were unable to take care of them. It's funny actually, Y/n is from Hawkins. Or at least that's where they were found. The Hendersons didn't used to live in Hawkins; I don't know much about it cause Dustin was so young he doesn't remember any of it, but I think him and his mom were visiting family here and they just... found Y/n, I think? I'm pretty sure that's why they moved here, or something."

El seemed to understand as she thought about it. She then turned to look at the all the pictures on top of the fireplace. She slowly walks to the fireplace and steps up onto the brick platform. She gazes at all the family photos. Particularly, the photo beside the one of Mike; of a smiling girl, a little older than herself, with long brown hair and a pink sweater.

She smiles longingly and speaks in a soft voice. "Pretty."

"I guess." Mike's face is contorted in confusion and a little in disgust.

"That's my sister Nancy. And that's baby Holly." He said as she moved to the slightly larger photo of a young baby. She then moved along to a photo with Mike, Nancy, and Holly, along with two other people she didn't recognize.

"And those are my parents. What are your parents like?" As usual, El says nothing and she steps down from the fireplace and walks up to a large green chair.

"Do they live close?" Mike continued. He notices El run her hand along the top of the plush green chair. "That's our La-Z-Boy. It's where my dad sleeps. You can try it if you want." He offers. El looked up at him, intrigued. "Yeah." He assured her, with a warm smile on his face. She cautiously sits down as Mike kneels down beside the chair. "It's fun!"

She looked to Mike, wondering what he is up to.

"Just trust me, okay?" She gives a quick nod, and braces herself, not knowing what to expect. She is taken aback by the sudden collapse of the chair, she is now laying down and the chair is rocking back and forth. She lets out a gasp, and then a nervous chuckle.

"See? Fun, right?"

With one hand on the back of the chair, and the other on the front, he brings the recliner back into its default position. "Now you try."

With a small smile on her face, and feeling more confident she leans over the side and pulls the handle, letting her entire body go flying backward into a slow rock. Mike and El both look at each other and laugh gleefully.

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The random rock song on the radio that Jonathan barely recognized came to an end as Jonathan Byers drove to his dad's house. His eyes darted to the radio unit in his car for a moment as his heart fell when the familiar sound of "Should I Stay or Should I Go" rang throughout the car.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

"Darlin', you got to let me know"

Jonathan is sat on the edge of the bed next to his younger brother Will. The two of them are in Will's room, bobbing their heads along to 'Should I Stay or Should I Go' by The Clash.

"Should I stay or should I go?"

"You like it?" Jonathan had to raise his voice so he could be heard over the loud song. Will looks to his older brother and grins.

"Yeah, it's cool!"

"All right, you can keep the mix if you want."

"Really?"

"Yeah, really. All the best stuff's on there. Joy Division, Bowie, Television, The Smith's... It'll totally change your life."

"Yeah, totally," Will says with a smile. However, the smile is quick to leave when the two boys hear their mother yelling on the phone.

"Where the hell are you, Lonnie?"

Will slowly turns his head to the door, listening to his mother yell at his absent father.

"I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear it." Jonathan mimics his brother's actions and looks to the door. Finally, he gets up and walks towards the door.

"This is ridiculous! I'm so sick of your excuses."

"One day is fine and next is black"

Before Jonathan sits down, he lowers the volume on the stereo.

"He's not coming, is he?"

"Do you even like baseball?" Jonathan asks softly.

"No, but... I don't know." He shrugs sadly. "It's fun to go with him sometimes."

"Come on. Has he ever done anything with you that you actually like? You know, like the arcade or something?"

Will shrugs his shoulders weakly. "I don't know."

"No, all right? He hasn't. He's trying to force you to like normal things. And you shouldn't like things because people tell you you're supposed to. Okay?"

Will only looks down at his feet sadly.

"Especially not him."

Will silently nods his head in understanding.

Jonathan decided to change the subject.

"But you like The Clash? For real?"

Will nods his head eagerly with a smile. "For real. Definitely."

"So... is Y/n a fan of The Clash?" Jonathan asks, genuinely curious.

A faint blush dusts Will's cheeks as he looks down at his hands. "Um, yeah, I think so."

"Maybe you should show this to them. I bet they'll like it."

"Maybe. You think?"

"Yeah, from what I know, they have great taste. They're pretty cool."

A loving smile spreads across Will's face. "Yeah, they are pretty cool."

There's a small pause filled only with the now dulled melody of drums and guitar drifting through the air. They had talked about it before, but only vaguely, never fully addressing it and it dawned on Jonathan that there was probably still loads of fear for Will because of it. He looks down at his brother who he loved more than anything and sent him an encouraging, honest smile.

"Will, you guys are best friends. You two are just too close to ruin the friendship. Why don't you think about asking them to the arcade or something? Just the two of you. Maybe come back here for some Mac and Cheese or something if that'd make you feel safer, and you could," he shrugs. "let them know how you feel?"

Will looked up at his brother, shocked. But his body was flushed with relief, he could feel the air in the room hitting his sweaty and clammey skin giving him chills. Not quite knowing how to handle his brothers reaction, his eyes simply fall to his hands where they fidgeting in his lap.

"But what if that does ruin the friendship? What if they don't feel the same way, and they decide to stop hanging out with me? Or if someone finds out- I just- I just can't. I'm not ready."

"That's okay. All I'm saying is, they're way too nice to be the kind of person who would do that. And you are way too important to them. And hey, if you ever do feel ready, or you guys do go out in the future..." Jonathan trails off, sensing the awkwardness creep up. He chuckles and looks back to his brother.

"All I'm trying to say is, I'm here for you. Always."

Will smiles gratefully and Jonathan leans forward to the volume back up.

"Should I stay or should I go? So you gotta let me know, should I stay or should I go?"

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

#you'll float queue #stranger things #will byers x reader #reader insert #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #cosmic #gn!cosmic #el hopper #eleven #stranger things x reader #stranger things x gn!reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #the weirdo on maple street

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