#one day we were going home from rehearsal and f left then e and i were watching b c and d say bye to each other all loveydovey | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

eminems-skittles · 3 years

Text

wedding bells [spencer reid x reader]

spencer reid x fem!reader part three of family game night and lazy days warnings: none word count: 3.5k

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆

"Oh, Y/N! You look absolutely stunning!" Emily cooed when she saw Y/N in the white dress she was trying on. It was a slim dress with lace details on the ends of the sleeves. It didn't have a puffy skirt and it fit Y/N perfectly.

"Like a goddess sent to Earth," Penelope said in awe when Y/N did a small spin. Y/N walked in front of the mirror, her eyes scanning the dress. She let out a sigh of disappointment, Penelope's smiling face faltered. "What's wrong, sweet cheeks?"

"I really wanted this dress to be the one," Y/N sighed. She smoothed the dress down with her hands. She loved the dress but something in her told her it wasn't the one for her. Y/N bit her lip in an attempt to stop the tears from falling. She didn't even know why she was so upset about this. It was just a dumb dress. "I don't know if it is."

"Well, that's okay, Y/N/N," JJ said, coming over to stand next to Y/N. She rested a hand on her back, rubbing it gently. "There's so many dresses you still can try on. It's alright if this isn't the one."

"You're right. You're right," Y/N said as she leaned against her best friend. "I'm just so stressed about this whole thing. The wedding is only two months away and I'm just now getting a dress."

"I know, sweetie," JJ cooed. "But luckily you have most of the planning done and can just relax after this. And you have a kick-ass bridal party who will do anything and everything to make sure the day goes smoothly."

Emily and Penelope walked over to Y/N and JJ, joining them in front of the mirror. Emily gently grabbed Y/N's hand, squeezing it. "Y/N/N, it's all going to be okay."

Suddenly, Penelope gasped before running over to a dress that was hanging on a rack next to the mirror. She grabbed the dress, which Y/N had still not seen clearly, before thrusting it into Y/N's arms. "Oh! You have to try this one on! Look how gorgeous it is."

Y/N peered down at the dress and felt a tingle in her heart. She quickly excused herself from her bridesmaids before hurrying into her reserved dressing room. As quickly as she could, with the help of one of the saleswomen, she changed out of the first dress and into the one Penelope had handed her.

"Wow, sweetie, you look absolutely stunning," The saleswoman said when she finished helping Y/N.

"Thank you," Y/N said, taking a deep breath. She turned around and looked in the mirror for the first time. Tears sprung to her eyes as she looked at herself in the gorgeous dress. It was a long dress with a skirt that had small lace flowers on it. The sleeves were made of sheer tulle and stopped just above her elbows.The wait line had a white ribbon as a belt and the chest was decorated the same way the skirt was.

She stepped out of the dressing room and walked into the small sitting room where Penelope, JJ, and Emily were chatting. They were silenced by the subtle click-clack of the shoes Y/N was wearing. When their eyes fell upon the soon-to-be bride, gasps left each of their mouths.

"You're stunning!"

"This is the one!"

"You look amazing!" They all complimented at once.

"Do you like it?" JJ questioned.

"I love it," Y/N said through a watery smile. "This is it. This is the one."

T W O W E E K S B E F O R E T H E W E D D I N G

"Okay so if we put him here and my mom over here, then we should be okay," Y/N mumbled, moving around a small paper with her mom's name on it. The wedding was in two weeks and she was just now getting to the seating chart. It wasn't like she was putting off finishing the planning, but when a serial killer is on the loose, a seating chart is the least of her worries. "Ugh but wait, he can't sit next to him otherwise there will be fighting."

"How's it going darling?" Spencer asked, setting down a cup of coffee and pressing a kiss to Y/N's cheek. She hummed when he rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I don't know. There's too many people who have tension. And a few people are bringing dates but I don't think we'll have enough seats unless we want to extend the seating area. But then some people will be outside and there's always the possibility of rain since it's Oregon in October," Y/N said without taking a breath. "I don't know what to do."

"Hey, hey, take a deep breath," Spencer said, as he moved to stand in front of her. "We will figure it out, my love. There's no need to stress."

Spencer helped Y/N stand up before taking a seat in the chair she was previously occupying. He pulled her into his lap and held her tight. Y/N sighed, leaning against his chest. "There's just no way it will all work. Ew, what's that smell?"

"The coffee?" Spencer asked, confused. Y/N nodded, before pushing the coffee as far from her as she could. Spencer grabbed it, sniffing the coffee before setting it back down on the table. "What's wrong with the coffee?"

"I don't know the smell is just bothering me," the same tone of confusion in her voice.

"Hm, okay," Spencer said, brushing off her strange behavior. He readjusted the two of them so he could look at the seating chart. "Let's see... What if instead of the two of us sitting at the front by ourselves, we have the whole bridal party sit in the front with us? The venue said that that was an option and it wouldn't cost more to add it."

"I forgot about that option," Y/N said, mumbling.

"See, it's not hopeless," Spencer said, hugging her closer to him. "So if we just move these guys up here, that opens up a whole table. Now we don't have to worry about anyone getting rained on. I'll call the planner first thing tomorrow to let her know we want it changed."

"What would I do without you?" Y/N said, leaning up to kiss Spencer's cheek. She looked back down at her left hand, her shiny ruby engagement ring catching her eye. "Two more weeks, and I'll be Mrs. Spencer Reid."

"I can't wait," Spencer said, interlocking his hand with hers. "How busy are we going to be in the next couple weeks?"

"Well," Y/N pulled out her phone to check her calendar. Luckily, Hotch gave the two of them the two weeks before the wedding off so they didn't have to worry about being on the other side of the country when they had to finalize details for the biggest day of their lives. "Tomorrow I have the final fitting for my dress and then we leave for Oregon the day after and meet with the DJ the day after. Explore Oregon Monday and Tuesday. Then the team and our families should all be flying in that night. JJ is picking my dress up before they go to the airport. Rehearsal dinner and final preparations on Friday, so that gives us a few days with everyone before the chaos begins. Saturday is the wedding and then Sunday, we have brunch with everyone. And on Monday we leave for the honeymoon."

"Wow...I don't think I've ever been busier," Spencer laughed. He pressed a kiss to the top of Y/N's head as she snuggled closer to him.

T H E N E X T D A Y

"Alright, Miss Y/L/N, we're going to have you try the dress on one last time to make sure it fits." The saleswoman, Allison, from the fitting said. "So when's the big day?"

"Next Saturday," Y/N said smiling, as she put the dress on.

"Aww how sweet," Allison replied. "How does the dress fit?"

"It fits really well, except for like right here," Y/N said, motioning across her stomach. "It's just a little bit tight."

"Oh, well that's an easy fix! I probably just wrote down the wrong number when I measured with you. Let me just get the correct measurements," Allison said, pulling out a pink measuring tape. She pulled the measuring tape around Y/N's midsection. "Oh that's the issue. I wrote down a four where a nine should be. Sorry about that, sweetie!"

"Oh, it's no problem!" Y/N said, flashing a small smile at Allison. "So will the dress be ready by next Tuesday?"

"Yep! Like I said, it's an easy fix," Allison beamed.

F O U R D A Y S B E F O R E T H E W E D D I N G

"Y/N!" JJ said, engulfing her in a hug. Everyone had just arrived at the small inn where the wedding is going to take place. "How are you doing?"

"A little nervous, but excited," Y/N said. She looked around the room to see where Spencer was. He was animatedly talking to Rossi about some unknown subject. If she had to guess, they were probably talking about the architecture of the cute inn, since Spencer kept gesturing to the ceiling and stairs in the small sitting room. She lowered her voice and leaned closer. "Hey, Jayje. I need your help with something."

"What is it? Everything okay?" JJ asked, concerned.

"Yeah, everything is great. I was just wondering if you could run to the store with me to grab something. I realized I left some stuff at home that I need for this weekend." Y/N explained.

"Oh, yeah of course! We can go right now if you want?"

"The sooner the better," Y/N laughed. "Oh, one more thing. Throughout the day, can you secretly switch out the champagne for sparkling cider?"

"Uh, sure," JJ said, confused. "Why?"

"Just want to make sure I remember the whole day, you know?"

T H E D A Y O F T H E W E D D I N G

JJ, Emily, Penelope and Y/N were currently gathered in the bridal suite of the inn. Like Y/N predicted two weeks prior, it was raining. Not that she minded, the orange leaves on the trees stood out against the dark gloomy sky. She'd be lying if she said this wasn't how she pictured her wedding day. The rain was softly tapping against the glass as the four of them got ready for the big day ahead of them.

Like they had discussed, JJ had managed to sneakily switch out Y/N's champagne for a glass of sparkling apple cider and no one had noticed.

"So, Y/N, are you and Spencer gonna," Emily paused, wiggling her eyebrows, "seal the deal."

"Oh come one, Em! Grow up," JJ giggled from across the room where she was getting her makeup done.

"We all know that they have hot and steamy-" Penelope was cut off by a sock being thrown at her.

"Hey! That's enough," Y/N all but shouted as a blush settled across her face.

"What? It's just a fact," Penelope giggled.

"Whatever, let's just continue getting ready, shall we?" Y/N said, taking a big sip of her apple cider.

After a few hours of getting ready and taking pictures it was finally time for the ceremony to begin. The ballroom where the ceremony was being held was decorated perfectly. Warm lights lined the walls and small details of orange lined the seats and the altar. White and orange pumpkins lined the aisle, along with small candles in glass lanterns. The room had a wall entirely made of glass and the orange of the trees brightened the orange details in the ballroom. Rain still tapped lightly on the glass and on the ceiling, but it the most serene way.

"Oh wow, this is something straight out of a fairytale," Derek muttered when he and Spencer walked inside.

"I know," Spencer breathed out, a large smile on his face. "I can't wait to see her."

"I know, pretty boy," Morgan said, laughing. That was easily the millionth time since the night before that Spencer had told him. "I have super secret intel from a certain tech analyst that says your soon to be wife looks breathtaking."

"She always looks breathtaking, Derek," Spencer said. "Have you, uh, have you noticed her acting weird?"

"What do you mean?" Derek asked, raising an eyebrow at Spencer.

"I don't know, never mind," Spencer stammered.

"Mr. Reid, we're starting now," One of the ushers told him.

In a whirlwind of flowers, fabric, and faces, everyone hurried to their places as they awaited the beginning of the ceremony. Y/N's little cousins led the way down the aisle, tossing dried white rose petals at peoples feet. Spencer went out next, taking his spot at the altar. Next down the aisle were Emily and Penelope, who waved enthusiastically at Rossi and Hotch. Their orange and red dresses flowed elegantly behind them as they marched to their place. Following the two, Derek, Spencer's best man, and JJ, Y/N's maid of honor, walked down the aisle their arms linked together. JJ's soft orange jumpsuit fit her perfectly and matched the orange tie that Derek was wearing. Everyone held their breath as they anticipated Y/N's arrival.

Music swelled as the doors opened, revealing Y/N in her gorgeous dress. Her hair was pulled into a half up half down bun that was adorned with small gold butterfly clips. She wore a gold necklace that Spencer had given her for an anniversary and several gold bangle bracelets.

As soon as Spencer saw her, his eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill over. His heart burst at the sight and for a second he forgot that she was human. He always believed she was a goddess from the heavens above but now he was sure of it. There was no way any other human being could ever rival her beauty. As soon as she got to the altar (Spencer could have swore she floated down the aisle), Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek and took her hands. "You look so very beautiful, angel."

"You look very handsome, as well, my love," Y/N beamed. And he did. He was wearing a simple black suit with a flower on his lapel that matched the dark red roses Y/N had handed off to JJ. His hair was short yet still held the same fluffiness that it always had. When she looked in his eyes, he was the only person in the room, in the world, who mattered.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of these two beautiful souls," The officiant began. Y/N barely paid attention as her attention was on the groom in front of her. "Y/N, did you prepare your vows?"

"I did," Y/N replied. She kept her gaze on Spencer as her grip on his hands tightened. "Spencer, you have been my rock, my love, and my best friend for more years than I can count on one hand. I knew from our first date that you would be the person I spent the rest of my life with. I think we both knew then that we would end up here. On our fourth date, I mentioned you proposing and you weren't scared off or upset. You wanted to talk about it as much as I did. I knew then that you were in this relationship for the long haul. I promise to love you like you have loved me for the rest of my life. I promise to care for you on your good days and your bad days. Spencer Reid, I love you with my whole being, forever and always."

Spencer removed his hand from Y/N's grasp to wipe away fallen tears. The officiant turned to Spencer, "Have you prepared your vows?"

"I have," Spencer said nodding, before turning his attention back to the beautiful bride in front of him. "Y/F/N, you are the light of my day, of my life, if I'm being honest. You're the only person who can manage to turn a terrible day into an exceedingly amazing day. You are my one true love and I have never doubted for a second that you wouldn't be. I want to spend every second of my day with you for the rest of my life. I want to take care of you on your good days, and especially your bad days. I want to raise a family and grow old with you. I want to love you for the rest of my life. I love you forever and always, Y/F/N."

"That was very beautiful," The officiant remarked. "Do you, Y/F/N, take Spencer Reid as your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"Hell yeah, I do," Y/N said, earning a few laughs from the bridal party. Spencer beamed at her, tears sliding down his cheeks.

"Do you, Spencer Reid, take Y/F/N as your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?"

"I do," Spencer said, squeezing Y/N's hands in his.

"By the power vested in me by the state of Oregon, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride," The officiant said. As if his life depended on it, Spencer cupped Y/N's face with his hand and smashed his lips onto hers. Their tears mixed together as they kissed for what felt like an eternity. When they broke apart, their foreheads resting on each other, they were greeted with applause and cheers from their family and friends. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Doctor and Mrs. Spencer Reid!"

"We're married," Y/N whispered against Spencer's lips before he kissed her again.

"That we are, Mrs. Reid," He said after breaking away from the kiss.

T H E R E C E P T I O N

Everyone stared in awe at the gorgeous decorations in the ballroom. After the ceremony ended, the ballroom was quickly converted to have a dance floor surrounded by several round tables. Warm yellow string lights hung from various spots on the ceiling. The tables were decorated with small pumpkins and white candles. Spencer and Y/N were currently talking to their teammates as people were slowly filing into the reception.

"Y/N, you look amazing, caro," Rossi said, hugging Y/N. "Congratulations, you two. The ceremony was so beautiful."

"He cried," JJ said as she was walking by with Will.

"I did not," Rossi said, earning a playful glare from Y/N. "Okay, fine, maybe I did."

"I cried too," Penelope said, wiping her nose. She was, in fact, still crying.

"We know, babygirl, we know," Derek said laughing.

"I'd like to propose a toast," Rossi said, raising his glass. He turned to where Y/N and Spencer were standing. Y/N had her back against Spencer's chest and Spencer had wrapped his arms around Y/N's midsection. They were both holding glasses filled with champagne, or so Spencer thought. "To the newly weds. May life bring you happiness and fortune."

"And to becoming a badass married couple who takes down serial killers," Emily said, laughing loudly.

"Cheers!" All of them said at once.

After everyone had begun eating, it was time for Spencer and Y/N's first dance.

"Everyone may I have you attention," the DJ's voice filled the room. "I'd like you all to help me welcome the couple of the evening, Spencer and Y/N, onto the dance floor for their first dance."

Their friends and family started clapping and cheering as Spencer and Y/N walked to the center of the floor. 'The Way You Look Tonight' by Frank Sinatra played through the speakers. Spencer placed a hand on Y/N's waist and took her hand in his other hand and Y/N looped her free arm around his neck.

"I can't believe we're married," Spencer said, looking in her eyes as he twirled them across the dance floor.

"Me neither," Y/N said, smiling back at him. "I can't wait to spend the rest of our lives together."

"Me too, my love," Spencer laughed softly before kissing her cheek.

Y/N pecked his lips before laying her head on his shoulder, letting him know she just wanted to stay in one spot. They swayed to the song, quietly conversing.

"Spence?" Y/N questioned, her breath tickling his neck.

"Yes, my love?" Spencer replied.

"I'm pregnant."

#cassie's masterlist #{ writing }#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fanfic #{ criminal minds }#criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction

60 notes · View notes

cafedanslanuit · 3 years

Text

♡ f l u f f v e m b e r 2 0 2 0 ♡

♡ week three — kuroo tetsurou | first date

♡ summary — it was just a boba date, what could go wrong? apparently, everything or highschool student kuroo tetsurou finds a way to epically mess up his first date with you

♡ masterlist ♡

It was Kuroo’s first date.

No, scratch that. He had had dates before. But it was the first time he had ever asked someone out. Kuroo had managed not to stumble over his own words as he invited the libero from the girls’ volleyball team to a boba date. Kuroo waited for you after class and walked you to the gym, as your team was using the space that day. He noticed the blush on your cheeks as you agreed, trying to play it cool. He couldn’t blame you as he was trying to do just the same (he did wish he was doing a better job, though). You gave him your number and waved him off as you joined practice.

“What do you think about them?” he asked Kenma, as he walked him home after school. He hadn’t stopped talking about you in the past few weeks, bothering his friend about this joke you had made or the way he caught you staring in awe at a stray cat on the street. ‘Ask them out’, had been Kenma’s only advice (and a not-so-direct manner to shut him up). He then had watched Kuroo rehearse the question about whatever a boba date was in front of his mirror for a long time while he played with his Switch.

Kenma let out a long sigh, his eyes darting to the sky.

“They’re okay.”

“Just okay?”

“They offered me their notes one day I missed class,” Kenma remembered. Kuroo smiled and kept walking, hands in his pockets.

Tomorrow was going to be easy. He would meet you near the park and you would walk to this boba store he had found out was very popular on Instagram. You would walk around town, it would get cold and he would offer his jacket. Yes, Kuroo Tetsurou had it all planned and he was confident it was going to be a date to remember.

He really wished he had chosen his words more carefully.

Kuroo was already at the park when he realized he had forgotten his leather jacket. He cursed under his breath as he sat on one of the park’s benches. It’s going to be fine, he told himself. So what if you can’t lend her your jacket? That doesn’t mean anything. You both can still have a good time. He sighed and passed a hand across his face.

Keep it together.

He looked up at the sky and saw the grey clouds from that morning still lurking around. It had been raining for a couple of hours, but it had thankfully stopped before ruining his date. The air was cold, but it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He just had to focus on being himself, relaxing and having a good time.

“Hey!”

Kuroo turned around and saw you walking to him. It felt unreal to see you without your uniform, but he had to admit he liked it. It was like getting to know another part of yourself, a bit of what you liked and the knowledge you had dressed up knowing you were going to meet him. Still, you looked comfortable and he greeted you with a smile. He didn’t fail to notice the sweater you were carrying on one arm. Of course.

“Hey,” he replied, standing up and going to meet you. “Should we go?”

The walk to the boba store was filled with small talk and your laugh as he cracked a joke or two. He remembered why he asked you out in the first place, how your sole presence could brighten up even the grey clouds above both of you and make him forget all about the forgotten jacket. He watched you stare at the menu board and hum to yourself as you picked your order and told the girl behind the bar something he didn’t pay attention to.

“And you?”

Your voice brought him back from his daydreaming, and he finally looked at the board above both of you. His eyebrows furrowed as he noticed the different combination and options shown there. Four steps? Thirty five flavours? Wait-- did he read correctly? Thirty-five? Kuroo was convinced it would be like going to Starbucks and just now he was realizing his mistake. Who invites someone over for boba tea when they don’t know anything about those stores themselves?

“Do you like mango?” you asked, once again bringing him back to reality. “The matcha mango one is really good and kind of sweet. I think you’ll like it,” you said, offering him a smile.

“Sure, that sounds good,” he said, his eyes darting to the other options on the board. “And also a couple of chocolate chip cookies,” he told the cashier, who added it to the list.

“Oh, I love those,” you muttered to yourself, and he grinned at your excited expression. Kuroo took his wallet out to pay for your drinks.

A chill ran down his spine as he found his card slot empty. Scared, he looked in every compartment of his wallet, and then inside his jeans pockets. Nothing. A vague memory of him needing some cash and taking out the card from his wallet to go to the ATM the day before crossed his mind. Of course. He hadn’t put the card back to his pocket when he returned home.

He couldn’t face you now. Who the hell takes someone to a boba store, not only not knowing anything about boba, but also forgets his money? He counted the cash he had and realized it wasn’t enough to cover for everything. Fuck. Fuck.

“I’m so sorry, I left my card at my house,” he said, his eyes fixed on his almost empty wallet.

“Oh, it’s okay,” you say, taking out your wallet and handing your card to the girl in front of you.

“I’ll pay you back, I’m actually so sorry”, he apologized, masking his deep embarrassment with a smile. You smiled sweetly at him while shaking your head and he managed to feel even worse than before.

As you waited for your orders, you looked at how nervous Kuroo looked. He didn’t look like the confident guy who you had been talking to the past few weeks, who always had a funny remark or proud smirk when he won a debate. You nudged your shoulder at him, forcing him to look at you again.

“Hey, did you manage to talk to the science teacher about that problem he got wrong?” you asked, trying to take his mind out of it. His eyes lit up, and he started rambling about the chemistry problem he noticed the teacher had been wrong about.

You kept listening to Kuroo as he picked up your order and looked for an empty table to sit with you. He found one at the back of the store and led you there. Kuroo sat in front of you and you watched him take special care in popping the lid of his drink with the straw, as if he was scared of somehow messing it up. You hid your smile and poked the lid of your own drink, taking a sip and humming at the known flavour.

“Had you come here before?” he asked.

“No, I usually go to one that is next to my house, but this is really good. The thirty-five flavours plus the toppins really gives you a lot to choose from,” you smiled, taking another sip and munching on one of the pearls. “How is practice going?”

“It’s good. We’ve actually invited some schools over next week for practice matches, so it should be fun. How is your knee going?”

You blinked at him in surprise.

“Hey, you remembered,” you said, a smile drawing on your lips.

“Of course I did,” Kuroo said, rolling his eyes playfully. “I’m a nice person.”

“No doubt there,” you chuckled. “I’m actually feeling a lot better. I still have another appointment with the physical therapist tomorrow and--”

You proceeded to explain about how your therapy was doing and Kuroo listened to you, all his senses focused on no one but the person in front of him. He wondered if you knew about the little mannerisms you had when you talked and daydreamed about telling you all about them, only this time you would be resting in his arms. He thought about taking the hand that was resting on the table but forced the thought out of his head. No, maybe in a while. It was too soon.

Kuroo has been on dates before, sure. But it was the first time he was the one who asked someone out. His previous dates had been fun, but they had also felt like he was talking to any other friend, hence why there never was a second date. So, this newfound nervousness was tearing him apart, forcing his confident self into unknown territory. He took a sip of his drink and noticed a combination of citrus and sweetness. Somehow, knowing you had picked it made it even better. You laughed at your own joke and he smiled back, entranced by your spontaneity, being thankful you had agreed to go out with him. Maybe--

Kuroo coughed.

You kept talking, unbothered.

He coughed again.

It took a couple of seconds for you to realize he was choking.

“Oh no, water? Do I bring you water?” you asked in fear. He saw you standing up, attempting to go ask for some water, but he tapped the table, making you look back at him. Kuroo shook his head and patted his chest with force twice. He coughed inside his hand a couple more times and finally he felt the damn pearl travelling down his esophagus and the air entering his lungs once again.

You took his drink and moved the straw up, making sure he only drank liquid and handed it to him, trying to soothe him. He didn’t look at you as he drank a few more sips, mentally kicking himself for being so entranced in watching you he forgot about the damn pearls in his drink. You waited for him to take a deep breath and continued your conversation.

(You didn’t mis the way Kuroo was way more wary whenever he brought the straw to his lips).

Almost an hour later, you decided to walk around town, finding a small volleyball court behind an Elementary School. You convinced him into joining some kids playing volleyball there, who were in need of someone to set for them. He watched in awe how you laughed, even if both you and him were not used to setting for someone. By the end, the sun was setting and you said goodbye to them, getting lost in the streets of Tokyo as the night started.

The signs from the stores shined brightly against your skin, making you look even prettier than before, Kuroo noticed. He knew it was almost time to let you go, but he had to admit he didn’t want to. Still, he was thankful he had gotten over the initial awkwardness. Spending the afternoon had only taught him more things about you to like, and he wished there was a way both of you didn’t have to go back home that night.

As you were both waiting to cross the street, he thought about holding your hand again. It was a small gesture, but he thought it was enough to let you know how he felt about you, in case you had wondered about the nature of the date. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t intoxicated in your existance, the sound of your laugh, the way you talked with the kids as you played volleyball with them or the way you handed him his drink after he choked. Kuroo was falling, and he was falling hard. Honestly, if he didn’t end up kissing you by the end of the night, it would only be because he wanted to take his time and do things right by you.

The traffic light changed from green to yellow and Kuroo noticed a car speeding up. He put his arm in front of you and pushed you slightly backwards, shielding you, as the car passed in front of both of you.

Immediately followed by a big splash of water staining his white shirt.

Of course. It had been raining earlier after all.

The light turned red and the rest of the people started crossing the street, a couple of people looking back at the highschool student with the wet shirt.

Okay, it was a sign. Maybe it just wasn’t a good day to go out.

Kuroo let you move him aside and grab the hem on his shirt, squeezing it and trying to get rid of all the excess water. He watched you as you did, knowing there was no point. Even if it magically dried, the water was dirty and had already left an ugly grey stain.

It was time to call off the date.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered, squeezing his shirt as much as you could. Kuroo shook his head and gently guided your hands down. That wasn’t the way he expected to touch your hands for the first time.

“No need to be sorry, it wasn’t your fault,” he assured you, forcing a smile. “I’ll just throw this to the washing machine and it’ll be as good as new. But, um-- probably should head back now. Can’t get sick when we have those practice matches next week,” he explained, with a small shrug.

You nodded, slightly biting your lip. Before he could talk again, you took the sweater you had been holding under your arm and offered it to him.

“It’s over-sized, so it will fit you just fine,” you say, holding the sweater in front of him. You noticed the doubt in his eyes. “C’mon, I don’t want you to get sick either. And it isn’t really cold anymore, so I’ll be fine.”

Kuroo took your sweater and put it on. You had been right, it was big so it fit him nicely. Not to mention your scent was now even closer to him, a lovely mix of flowers and a bit of sweetness filling his senses. He looked at you, who were smiling softly at him and wished this date had turned out different.

“I’ll give it back to you Monday,” he promised, but you waved your hand.

“Don’t worry about it, take your time. Kind of looks nice on you,” you joked, pinching the hem of your sweater.

Why were you so sweet? You were trying for him not to feel as bad as he felt in that moment. It was probably one of the most laughable dates you had been in, he thought.

Forcing another smile, he offered to walk you to the station, to which you said it was fine. He should hurry and get home, so he didn’t catch a cold due to his wet shirt. Right. It was understandable you would want to finish the date soon.

Kuroo said his goodbyes and turned on his heel, the fake smile dropping from his face as soon as he did. He hadn’t taken more than two steps when he felt someone gripping on the sleeve of the sweater, forcing him to stop.

“Kuroo!” you called. He turned around again and faced you, his right eyebrow raising questioningly. “We should keep going back until we try all the thirty five flavours,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips.

He couldn’t stop himself from laughing, but this time, it was different. Despite everything that had happened, your eyes were still looking kindly at him, your lips slightly parted after basically asking him out on a second date.

And there wasn’t anything in the world Kuroo wanted more than that.

Before he could stop himself, he leaned down and pressed his lips against your forehead. He heard a small gasp eliciting from you, but then felt your hands closing on the sweater he was wearing. When he looked down at you again, he noticed how red your face was, all the remains of the confidence you had just shown him gone.

Kuroo smiled again. He could get used to seeing you like that.

“We should,” he agreed with a small nod.

In the middle of a busy street in Tokyo, no one paid attention to the tall highschool boy threading his fingers on your hair, but you could have sworn the whole world stopped every time Kuroo Tetsurou set his golden eyes on yours.

#kuroo x reader #haikyuu x reader #fluffvember #fluffvember 2020 #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #hq x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #hq!!

112 notes · View notes

lucywritesreid · 4 years

Text

With Heaven Above You - Part 4

Summary: The team take a closer look at Reid’s findings to see if they can figure out where he might have been taken. Y/N feels tremendous guilt for putting him in this position, but finding something peculiar gives them their first clue…

Tags: @spacedikut @101donuts @rexorangecouny @l0ve-0f-my-life @yeah-just-ignore-me-thanks @awkwardnesshabitat @liaabsurd @reidsmyhusband-emilysmymistress

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: Thank you so much again! Can’t believe all the nice comments I’ve had so far. Makes my heart swell 😊

Between the team the photograph must’ve been analysed a few thousand times. Each member kept requesting to look at it, picking it up and studying it under various light sources across the BAU. You had only looked at it the once. That was enough. The truth was that they weren’t going to find what they were looking for from the photo. It was just you taking off your microphone after the press conference. So it was highly likely that the unsub had been there, watching. JJ was making multiple phone calls to try and find the details of everyone who had signed up to be there. The truth was more harrowing. You knew that a mere 30 seconds after that picture was taken, Spencer had come over and given you a hug. A moment that you believed at the time to be private. But he had seen it. He had seen your Spencer. And he had taken him.

It was well into the night before any of you started to leave. Everyone had been running around, making phone calls, printing things off, going through case files. But you had just been sat at Spencer’s desk, curled up in his chair. You desperately were trying to think about what you could do. It was Emily who startled you out of your dream state.

“Hey, y/n, come crash with me tonight, okay? You need to try and get some sleep.”

You wanted to protest but it was no use. “Yeah, sure thing Em. Can we stop over at mine and grab a couple of things first?”

She looked a little hesitant at first. “Um, sure. But only quickly.”

From that moment on you acted without thought. It was as if a robot had taken over your body, moving your legs, walking you to the car. You couldn’t think about anything as you did it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get your things for you?” Emily’s voice made you jump. You hadn’t registered the entire car ride, and suddenly you were outside your apartment.

“No, but maybe come with me?” She nodded at the suggestion. You knew as soon as you walked in you were going to be wrapped up in all things him, and you weren’t sure if you could handle all the emotion.

Emily took your key from you and unlocked the door. She switched on the hall light and stepped into the apartment first, cautiously. You realised this wasn’t the first time Emily had walked into a home feeling unsettled, apprehensive. She knew just what it was like to come home and know that it wasn’t the way you left it. “I’m going to grab some of Reid’s case files to have a look at. You get what you need, take your time.”

“Thank you, Emily,” you tried to smile but your face couldn’t do it. You were so lucky to have such a wonderful friend, and one day you’d be able to show her just how much it meant to you. But not today.

You walked around uncertain, not sure what to look for. The sensible part of you was saying go pack a bag, get your things, and leave. You lingered in the living room for a few minutes, taking in all the things that reminded you of him. You saw the answering machine was flashing red. Was it really a good idea to check the message? It was probably something mundane, a cold caller. But there was a small possibility that it was him. Maybe an explanation? Your finger edged tentatively over the button. It took a few seconds before you pressed down and waited to hear what was coming next.

You’ve reached the home of Agent Y/F/N and Dr Spencer Reid, an all too familiar voice said, we can’t come to the phone right now because we’re probably fighting crime or playing chess. Leave a message after the beep!

What followed next was not what you expected. It was an almost silent message, but you could just about make out someone breathing. Some long, drawn out breathing. It lasted for about ten seconds and then the message cut out. Before you could call out a voice made you jump.

“When was that left?” Emily asked, suddenly behind you.

You squinted at the display on the machine. “This afternoon.”

“I’m going to forward this over to Garcia and see what she can get from it, you go and get the rest of your things.”

You nodded and walked into the bathroom. It was ridiculous to say that you could recognise Spencer’s breathing, but you were certain that wasn’t him on the tape. Which made it all the more unsettling as to who it actually was. Feeling tightness in your chest, you rushed over to the sink and turned on the cool water. You cupped your hands under the stream and splashed your face a few times, until the tight feeling went away. Get it together, y/n. You must do this. You need to focus.

After a few deep breaths you turned off the tap. You reached over to grab a towel from the radiator to dry your face when you saw a book lying on the bathroom floor. You crouched down to pick it up and admired it in your hands. The pages were all frayed and torn. It had been laid next to the radiator to dry after a night a few weeks ago.

“Hey! Y/N be careful, this is a first edition. I can’t take it back to the library covered in soap!”

“Listen Reid, you’re the one who decided to read during bath night. I can’t be liable for the damage that incurs.”

“Okay, fair point. But I thought you liked it when I read to you in Latin while you washed your hair? Weren’t you the one that said you wanted to learn a new language?”

“Yes Spence, a new language. A usable one. One that people still speak!”

“Statistically there are millions of people who can still read Latin. While it appears to be a dead language there is actually a large percentage of scholars and academics who use Latin in a variety of contexts… You always said you were interested in philosophy…”

“Yeah yeah, save me the lecture Dr Reid. You have until the bubbles run out to keep reading or else this book is going straight in the water…”

You were jolted out of your daydream by a knock on the door. “Y/N?” A concerned voice spoke up. “Are you okay in there?”

You quickly set the book back down and hurriedly grabbed your toothbrush and a hair tie. “Yeah Em, I’m coming now.” You made your way into the bedroom and grabbed a duffle bag. There was no thought to what you were packing, just random items that hopefully would make an outfit for the next day. You glanced over at Spencer’s pillow, his perfectly folded pyjamas, and decided to pack those as well.

It was truly painful to leave, but you knew it was for the best. By the time you made it to Emily’s it felt like it was almost morning. She poured you a large glass of wine and excused herself to go to bed, promising first that if you needed anything during the night to give her a call. You thanked her again and settled down on her sofa, wearing the buttoned-up pyjamas you’d taken from Spencer’s pillow. The glass of wine went down far too quickly, and you refilled it twice. Sleep was an impossibility at this point. You could already see morning light peaking through the gap in the curtains. That meant it wasn’t too long before you could go back to work and try and figure out what was next.

The truth was you already knew what you had to do. You were going to make another press conference, permission granted or not, and try and make yourself as appealing as possible. You were going to try and convince the career killer that the story would be far better if he took you as well as Reid. Imagine the headlines – two dead FBI agents, who were also in love! Caught in the crosshairs of the career killer! The best and most famous serial killer in the whole world! The papers would go wild for it. You knew deep down that the killer would, too. But it wasn’t going to play out that way. You were going to trade yourself for Spencer. Convince the killer it was you he really wanted. Tell him you’d give him whatever he wanted, help him put on a show. You’d let him kill you live on TV. You knew that you would do anything to get Spencer back.

You rehearsed your little inner monologue a few times. When you felt like you’d perfected it, you decided to try and think about something else for a few minutes. You remembered you’d taken the crossword puzzle book from Spencer’s desk. That would make a good distraction if he hadn’t finished them all already. You fumbled through the contents of your bag until you found it, along with a mechanical pencil. One of the corners had been turned over so you flicked the book open to that page.

Spencer had already started the crossword but hadn’t completed it. That confused you a little. It was very unlike him to leave a puzzle unfinished. You started to scan your eyes over the clues he had already filled in.

A six letter word for a season of the year synonymous with fall. Autumn. Easy. You glanced over to where Spencer had filled in the word. A-U-T-U-N-N. How had he managed to make that mistake? In all the years you knew him you hadn’t once seen a spelling error. You shrugged.

Next clue: Lion’s cry, four letters. Roar. Same again, you looked at where he’d filled it in. R-O-O-R. This couldn’t be a coincidence. You circled the incorrect letter, and the ‘n’ in autumn, and went back to the next clue.

A seven letter word for a pilot. Aviator. Spencer had filled in A-V-I-A-T-U-R. You circled the U.

Clearly reasoned, seven letters. Logical. Same spelling mistakes. L-O-J-I-C-A-L. That added a J.

Card game, five letters. Poker. P-O-K-A-R. A.

Woollen items, eight letters. Knitwear. K-N-T-T-W-E-A-R. T.

Organ of sight, 3 letters. Eye. E-Y-I. You circled and noted the I.

Desire to travel, ten letters. You had to look across at what Spencer had already written for this one. Wanderlust. But he’d spelt it W-A-N-D-E-L-R-U-S-T. Confused, you circled and noted the l and the R as they were both wrong.

He had only filled in one more clue. Calm-natured. Placid. But instead of a C, he’d written S. That left you with ten letters. You scrawled them down at the bottom of the page. N, O, U, J, A, T, I, L, R, S

N O U J A T I L R S.

What on Earth did that mean? You looked at it a few times through slightly blurry wine eyes. Why had he done this? You couldn’t quite understand what was going on. But there was something in you, a hunch, that he’d left this for you on purpose. Who else would piffle through his desk and take out a crossword book? There had to be some meaning to it. After exhausting yourself with possibilities, the tiredness took over, and you eventually fell asleep. You dreamt of those ten letters swirling around your head.

End of part 4.

#dr reid #dr spencer reid #dr reid x y/n #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #spencer reid #spencer reid fic #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid x reader #spencer x y/n

94 notes · View notes

shewritestheblues · 4 years

Text

The Elevator Bae - 12

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE (1 , 2 , 3) TEN ELEVEN

Erik Stevens x Black OC (Phoenix)

A/N: Next chapter is finally done. Excuse any typos. Appreciate the reads and love from you guys.

Word Count: 5k +

Being an Uncle and father figure to a four month old baby was like hitting the baby lotto. You could love the baby, buy the baby whatever they needed but the baby always went home. Well, that’s how TJ described it. He could be the father he knew he could be but without the 24/7 commitment. He loved it… way more than he thought he would. Since Luna was born, everyone’s home had turned into a baby playhouse. But TJ may have went overboard with toys, a swing and a ton of blankets to make sure his times with Luna were amazing.

Speaking of… Luna was on her way to his house. Coby and Phoenix had rehearsals for their tour and he agreed to watch her for the day. He had the day planned out. Car rides usually put Luna to sleep so he figured she’d still be asleep when she got there. She would nap for about an hour, she’ll enjoy a nice hearty bottle and they’ll turn up to some Baby Shark. The remix of course. At some point, Steph and Ken would show up and they’d all watch a Disney movie, trying to explain to Luna what was going on. Needless to say, this would be a good day with his favorite little human.

TJ rested on his couch when his doorbell rang. Luna was here! He didn’t even bother to check his doorbell camera. When he opened his front door, he wasn’t expecting to be looking at his long lost best friend. He clenched his jaw as a reaction to the anger he was now feeling. No words were exchanged. The two stared at each other. One looking for sympathy and the other looking for an explanation. TJ stepped aside and let his friend in.

Out of habit, Erik walked straight into the living room. TJ stopped just short of the couch. He watched as confusion stretched across Erik’s face. Erik turned to look at TJ. His mouth opened to speak but the sound of the doorbell cut him off.

“Shit.” TJ huffed. He rushed to the door. On the other side, Coby stood holding Luna’s car seat as she slept inside and a backpack diaper bag on his shoulder.

“Ain’t trying to drop and go man but I’m already late.” Coby says as he takes off the backpack, handing it to TJ. Coby catches TJ’s eye. Something wasn’t right. “You good, man?”

TJ motioned his head toward the home. Coby didn’t question it. He walked in and followed TJ into the living room. Coming face to face with Erik. He now understood why TJ was so tense.

“You gotta be fucking shitting me.” Coby barks. The booming of his voice scares Luna from her sleep and she starts crying. He sits the car seat down to unbuckle her. He cradled her to his chest, soothing her down. “I’m sorry, mama. I didn’t mean to yell.”

She cooed in his ear the more she settled down. Coby walked her over to her swing and turning it on low. He turned to TJ and Erik. He held his hands out, motioning for Erik to explain. The three of them sit and Erik begins to explain where he’s been and why he left. TJ knew about his Wakadan ties but it took more details for Coby to understand.

“You mean to tell me,” Coby started, “Phoenix knew about your jobs but you couldn’t even tell her about this? I highly doubt she would’ve gave a damn about your old flame. She deserved to know, E. We all deserved to know.”

“I know that now. I mean- I knew that then too but-- Y’all know Phoenix like I know her. She would’ve tried to convince me otherwise.”

“And why is that a bad thing?” TJ asked. “Didn’t you just say that you almost died? Was it worth it?”

“It wasn’t worth leaving her at all. But,” Erik paused. “The treatment I got after was.”

“So, you finally got the therapy I’ve been telling yo’ dumbass you needed for years.” TJ scoffs. “It just took a little stabby stab to the heart.” he says sarcastically.

That made Coby laugh. His phone started ringing in his pocket and when he checked to see who was calling, it was Phoenix. He jumped up and made his way to the hallway to take the call.

TJ looks over to Erik. Erik’s eyes were on Luna. She had fallen asleep in the swing as they all talked. “She doesn't seem real does she?” he asked. Erik simply shook his head No.

TJ goes over to Luna and picks her up. She stirs and begins to wake up. TJ bounces her as she fusses a little. “Hey, baby girl.” He sits her up on his arm, pointing to Erik. “Your daddy here.”

Erik straighten up on the couch as TJ walked over to him, handing him Luna. The smile that crept up on Erik’s face was contagious and Luna couldn’t help but smile back at him. Coby popped his head into the room and called for TJ. He left Erik to bond with his daughter.

“That was Phoenix.” Coby’s voice was low as he spoke. “She’s pissed.”

“You told her Erik’s here?”

“Hell nah! I told her something came up. But--”

“Yeah, we gotta tell her.” TJ shook his head.

“Yeah…” Coby paused, “She needs to know ASAP.”

The sounds of Luna’s dramatic cooing caught their ears as they discussed a plan to break the news to Phoenix. They made their way back to the living room to find Erik and Luna giggling. She was laid on his chest with one hand gripping the hair of his beard and the other waving in the air. Erik was blowing kisses on her cheeks. It was like they knew each other all along. Erik couldn’t deny the warmth in his heart looking at his seed. She was a spitting image of him. Having kids was something that never crossed Erik’s mind. He loved doing what made babies but Erik thought of himself as ‘too selfish’ to be anybody’s father. But this… this was way better than anything he could ever imagine. He met this baby an hour ago and already loved her more than he loved himself.

-----

After talking to Coby, Phoenix headed home to calm down. She was already exhausted from all of the work they had been putting in to prepare for their tour and this had sent her over the edge. Sis needed a nap and she’d be damned if she didn’t take advantage of rehearsals being canceled. She wasn’t sleep long before someone knocked twice on her bedroom door.

It’s Coby. He looked concerned.

“I’m sorry to wake you, but uh, need to talk to you.” he stood by the side of her bed. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eye. He could see the exhaustion all over her. He really did feel bad for waking her. But this was important and it was best for this to come out now rather than later. Coby would be a dead man if Phoenix found out later about Erik’s return and Coby knew.

“I need you to come downstairs.”

Phoenix cut her eye at him. “For what?”

“Phoenix, I’m really not trying to fight with you.”

“I’m not trying to fight either. I’m trying to sleep.”

They both let out deep breathes.

“It’s really important, Philly. I need you to come downstairs.”

Phoenix’s eyes go big. “Where’s Luna!” she jumped up from the bed. Coby grabbed her before she went flying out of the room.

“Luna is fine. Ava has her. It’s um,” he hesitated. Debating if he should just tell her. “It’s about Erik.”

Phoenix took a step back, searching his eyes. Her breathing picked up and her mind traveled to the worse case scenario. Coby was breaking the news that Erik was dead. She just knew it. She rushed passed him, going downstairs. Coby chased after her.

“Phoenix!” he called to her.

She was quick on her feet. She ran downstairs on the hunt for Luna and Ava. As she made her way to the kitchen, Coby grabbed her arm pulling her back near the staircase.

“Phoenix! C’mere.”

“I just want my baby, Coby.”

“I need you to listen to me. Okay?” he gripped her shoulders. He could see the tears already threatening to fall. Phoenix could see movement outside the frosted windows on both sides of the front door. She pulled away from Coby and quickly ran to the door, swinging it open. She lost her breath as her eyes landed on him. Erik stood down on the walkway and TJ stood before him, closer to the door. She was speechless. Tears poured down her face. TJ stepped aside as she slowly began walking toward Erik. Gloss covered his eyes as he watched her come to him. He didn’t know what to do or what to say. He parted his lips but nothing came out. His body became tense and hands shook. He didn’t even catch her fist coming at him. Not once but twice. She gave him a two piece combo to the face. He stumbles back, holding his face. TJ rushed to grab her.

“Philly!”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she yelled. She broke free from TJ’s hold, swinging to hit Erik again. This time he dogged her fist.

“Phoenix…” his voice low and desperate.

“Fuck you, Erik!” TJ and Coby struggle to grab hold of Phoenix as she swings at her target. Coby scoops her up from behind and Phoenix kicks her feet up, jabbing Erik right in the chest. “You piece of shit. I HATE YOU!”

I Hate You! the three words that Erik feared hearing the most. “Phoenix, please. Can you just talk to me?” he pleaded.

“Fuck You! You left me!”

Coby has a death grip on Phoenix, making sure he doesn’t lose her. He tries to get her back into the house. Ava is approaching with Luna to see what in the hell is going on. All she could see as she comes closer to the door is a screaming and kicking Phoenix. When she looks through the door and sees Erik, she fully understands. “What the fuck is he doing here?” she spat.

The loud commotion is too much for baby Luna. She is screaming just as loud as Phoenix.

“Go back in the house, Ava. Take her back in the house.” Coby demands. Ava doesn’t listen. She continues to protest against Erik’s presence.

“This nigga can’t be serious. Where the fuck have you been Erik?”

None of this is going how any of the men hoped. They discussed this plan at TJ house and figured it would go a lot smoother than this. They wanted to bring Phoenix downstairs and Coby would break the news before allowing TJ to bring Erik in and he would tell his side of the story. This was a nightmare. There’s tears, screams and punches being thrown and everyone involved was overwhelmed.

Coby manages to get Phoenix into the house. She fights him. She wants him to let her go so she can finish releasing this ass whooping onto Erik. He deserved it, she thought. How dare he leave her without a trace and be gone for a year.

TJ pulled Erik back to the car. “C’mon man. This ain’t working.”

“Nah, fuck that. I’m not leaving here without talking to her.”

“She just busted your fucking lip, bro. She ain’t trying to talk to you.”

Erik wipes the small bits of blood from his lip. “Fuck!” he yells out.

“Aye, get in the car man. I’ma figure this out.” TJ goes back toward the house. When he opens the door, he finds Coby still taking hits from Phoenix and now Ava was tag teaming him with her own harsh words. Coby was doing his best at keeping his cool with two women yelling at him over a screaming baby.

Coby grabs Phoenix’s hands after her last push made him stumble back a bit. “Chill the fuck out. I know you mad--”

“Mad? Fuck mad! I’m pissed, Coby. Where has this nigga been? FOR A YEAR?” Phoenix added emphasis on her last three words.

“And why did you bring his ass here? Was that smart to you?” Ava added.

Coby cut his eye at Ava. TJ tries to grab Luna from Ava’s arms but she stopped him. “No. You can get the fuck on too. That’s your boy. I know you knew about this.”

“No I didn’t.”

“He found out five minutes before I did. Chill.” Coby interjected. He had lost his patience with all the yelling. “Both of yall need to shut the hell up and listen.”

The women were taken aback by this. So much so, they actually were silent and listening as Coby continued. “The nigga told me and TJ everything and we both agreed it was best to bring him straight to you. Or would you rather have this nigga be back for days and I knew and didn’t tell you.”

Phoenix couldn’t look at Coby. She knew he was right. “Yeah. I would’ve been pissed.”

“Nah, I’m not buying it.” Ava says. “Where has he been?”

TJ let out a deep, agitated breath. “He went to his home country.”

“Home country?” Ava questions. She looks at Phoenix. “This nigga ain’t from here? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Ava, stop.” Phoenix takes Luna from Ava. Luna’s cries calm down but her lips are still turned down in a frown. Phoenix rocks her and rubs her baby’s head. “I need a minute.”

Phoenix walks away, leaving Coby, Ava and TJ to watch her fade away up the stairs with Luna. Moments later, they hear her bedroom door slam.

Before Ava could get out whatever crazy thing she was about to say, Coby shook his head. “Nope. Don’t you say shit. Don’t say nothing for the rest of the day. If I hear you say one more word today, you will be sleeping on the couch. I am not playing with you. Ol’ yelling ass.”

Ava just stood there with her mouth open in shock. She closed her mouth and stormed up the stairs, mumbling under her breath. “He got me messed up. If I wanna talk, I bet I do that.”

TJ tries to hold back his laughter. Coby drags his hands over his face. Their eyes meet. “Do me a favor,” Coby says, “Don’t ever give your house up to two women and a baby. You will lose every time. This not even my house no more. I’m a guest.”

TJ couldn’t hold it in any longer and let his laughter ring out. Coby joined him.

“Only woman allowed on my property is Luna.”

“By the time she hits five, I bet you change your mind.” Coby huffed out a deep sigh. “But yeah man, seems like Philly got all of her knuckle sandwiches out so I’m gonna talk to her. Try to get her to talk Erik’s goofy ass.”

“Alright. I have to go get this big nigga some bandaids. Phoenix just gave him a good Detroit ass whooping.”

They both fall over in laughter.

“She did bust his shit.”

“Alright man, you play too much.” TJ gives Coby the ‘nigga handshake’ and heads out the door.

Coby wanted the energy in the house to settle a lot more before talking about Erik again. He went into his studio and decided this was the safest place in the house for him to be.

---------

Hours had gone by and Coby was still in the studio. The door creaked open and Phoenix slid inside with a plate of food. Coby didn’t say anything. He wasn’t sure if he should.

“Hey.” Phoenix sat down next to him. She held the plate out like it was a peace offering. He smiled at her and took the plate. “Ava said you told her not to talk so she said she wasn’t bring yo’ ass no food.” she ended her words with a soft smile.

Coby looked Phoenix over. He could tell she did more crying after going to her room. Her eyes were puffy and her nose still slightly red. “Yeah, she be talking too much.”

“You know Ava.” Phoenix shrugged. She looked around as if she’s never seen the studio before. She wanted to say something… or ask something. Coby dug into his dinner while he waited for her to just say what was on her mind.

“So,” she started, “How is he?” Her eyes finally met his.

“He’s good. Despite what he’s been through.”

“What happened?”

“Honestly, Philly, I think you should just talk to him.”

Phoenix shook her head. “I wanna hear it from you. I have to, Coby. Please.” she sounded desperate.

Coby sat back in thought. “If I tell you, you have to promise me that at some point, you’ll go talk to him yourself.”

“Okay.”

----------

The next day, Phoenix struggled getting out of bed. She didn’t get much sleep the night before. Her brain kept going over what Coby told her happened with Erik. She was definitely still pissed that he left with no warning but parts of her were hurting. He had told her about his dad being killed by the ‘paws’ of his brother but she didn’t know about his mom. Erik mentioned being royalty and how Wakanda was way more advanced than they lead the world to believe but if we’re being honest, Phoenix thought he was being a bit dramatic. She still didn’t regret whooping on him and she didn’t regret how she felt. She just had more feelings than before. She had promised to talk to him but she needed to talk to someone else first.

Phoenix texted her therapist.

Phoenix: Good Morning Dr. McKee. Do you have any sessions open today?

Dr. McKee texted back within minutes.

Dr. McKee: Good Morning Phoenix. Yes. I have an hour open at 1:00. Is everything okay?

Phoenix: … Erik’s back.

--------

Phoenix struggled with finding the words to answer Dr. McKee’s questions. Was she mad that Erik came back? How does his return change things? She wasn’t sure how to feel about the feelings coming up with those questions.

“I’m… I’m not mad. I wanted him to come back. I guess, I just didn’t think he would. I told myself he wouldn’t. I pushed through that shit and my life is back on track.”

“Do you think him being back will throw you off track again?” Dr. McKee asks so casually.

“I--I don’t know.”

“Do you think this could be about Luna?”

Phoenix looks up at Dr. McKee. Her therapist always had a way of saying things that Phoenix was thinking but wasn’t sure about saying.

“I can’t let Erik do this to her. He can’t make my baby love him and then just leave her. I can take it. But not her.”

Dr. McKee wrote down some notes. “Let’s talk about that. How can Erik’s return change things for you and Luna.”

“Okay,” Phoenix adjusted her position on the couch. “I had to relearn my life without him while growing his child at the same time. I had to tell myself that my baby can’t be punished for what he did. My entire pregnancy I had to battle those feelings. Will I love my baby? Will I hate my baby? Will she be just like him? Will she get older and leave me too?” Phoenix covered her face with her hands. “Luna is my baby. That little girl is my life. When she was born and I looked at her… I didn’t even think about Erik. My first thought was, how can I give this little human the world? After seeing Erik yesterday, I look at Luna and I think, how am I going to protect her?”

“Remember what I told you, Phoenix. Mother’s always figure it out.”

--------

Phoenix looked at the text from Coby, almost biting blood from her bottom lip. After therapy, she asked him for Erik’s number. She promised him she’d try to talk to Erik. She had just promised her therapist too. Nervous was an understatement. Her palms were so sweaty, they dripped onto the back of her sleeping infant laying her chest. Just do it already, she thought to herself.

Phoenix: Hey, this is Phoenix. Are you available to talk some time today?

The moment she hit send, she closed her eyes shut. She wasn’t expecting him to respond as fast as he did. She was shocked when her phone vibrated seconds later.

Erik: yes.

She wrecked her brain trying to come up with something to say back. Talking to Erik use to be so easy and fun and now it felt forced and tense. He texted her again with an address. She copied it into google and a beautiful, luxurious apartment building popped up. This one was 10x better than the one they lived in before. She was kind of curious on how in the hell he was able to get a nice place like this in less than 24 hours. But that wasn’t any of her business right now. She needed to get up to go meet up with him.

Phoenix packed Luna’s diaper bag and began her journey to Erik’s. The ride seemed way longer than it actually was. Phoenix focused on taking deep breaths the entire way. She kept feeling as if she would have a panic attack. Her heart was pounding fast and her stomach was in knots.

When she arrived, Phoenix sat in her car, parked for a moment. She took this moment to go over everything she wanted to say to Erik one last time before it was show time. She got Luna from the backseat and laid her in her stroller and made her way through the front doors of the building. She stood around looking before she realized that she didn’t even know what floor she was going to. She called Erik.

“Hello?” his voice was raspy. Like maybe he was sleeping or just really relaxed. The familiar sound brought back memories.

“Hey, uh, I’m here. I’m inside near the leasing office.”

She could hear him clearing his throat. There were faint voices in the background. “Okay. I’m coming down to get you.”

“Okay.” she hung up. Who else could be up there?

--------

Phoenix was so caught up in giggling with Luna that she didn’t even notice Erik approach her.

“Phoenix?”

She looked up, almost shocked that someone would be calling her name. She snapped back into reality when she saw him. This time she actually looked at him. His dreads were longer, pulled back into a ponytail. His beard was fuller and he wore those signature gold frames. He looked bigger and she really didn’t think his buff ass could get any bigger than he was before.

“Hey, sorry. It’s her world. I just live in it.”

“It’s fine.” He looks down at Luna who is chewing away at her little fist. She’s making the cutest little sounds that make Erik smile. “C’mon.”

She begins pushing the stroller and Erik offers to push it for her. She allowed him to do so. She followed him to the large elevators. The doors opened immediately after Erik pushed the call button. They were the only ones to step inside. As the doors shut, Luna’s babbling filled the cabin, killing off some of the awkwardness that rested between her parents.

“Seems like she has a lot to say.” Erik says.

“Oh you have no idea. This is how she whispers.”

Both of them had to laugh at that. For a moment, things felt normal. Like how they use to be. Just then Luna let out a playful scream.

“Spoke too soon.” Erik laughs.

The doors open directly into a beautiful, fully furnished penthouse apartment. Erik pushed the stroller into the foyer and Phoenix follows. Voices were coming from the kitchen and before Phoenix knew it, a young girl was storming in, all smiles.

“Hi. You must be Phoenix. I’m Shuri.”

Phoenix wasn’t sure how to react. “Hi,” she nervously said. “Yeah, I’m Phoenix.” She looked to Erik for an explanation.

He looked annoyed. “This is my cousin.”

“Your cousin?”

“Hello, Phoenix.” T’Challa came around from the kitchen, greeting her. “Nice to officially meet you. I’m T’Challa.”

Shocked, her eyes grew wide and her mouth became dry. “T’Challa? As in King T’Challa?”

“Yes.” he grabbed her hand, kissing the back of it.

“Hi…”

“Alright,” Erik interjected. “Enough of all that shit.” he cut his eye at T’Challa who smirked at him. T’Challa found his jealousy amusing.

Shuri was making faces at Luna which had Luna giggling very loudly. “Oh my Bast. She’s so cute. Can I hold her?” Shuri looked between Erik and Phoenix. Erik looks to Phoenix.

“Yeah, sure.” Phoenix was a bit hesitant but agreed. Shuri looked way too excited and she wouldn’t be the one to kill the young princess’s dreams. She unbuckled Luna from her stroller and carefully handed her to Shuri. Phoenix fished for a bottle from the diaper bag. “She may be hungry. Just in case.”

Shuri retreated into an area that Phoenix couldn’t see but she wanted to trust that her baby would be okay. She fidgeted with her fingers. T’Challa took notice.

“She’ll be fine. Shuri loves babies.”

Phoenix nodded and took in a calming breath. She looked at Erik. The look in his eyes confirmed what T’Challa said. Luna would be okay.

“I’ll let you two talk. I’ll keep an eye on Shuri and Luna.” T’Challa disappeared around the same wall as Shuri.

Erik lead them into his living room. Phoenix took in all of the dark interior. This place was a lot different than his old penthouse. He had dark wooden floors. Mostly black and dark grey furniture. His walls were grey. Everything about this place was more cool and calm. Maybe this place was a way to reflect his mood now. There wasn’t any flashy art pieces. She knew the furniture and decor was expensive because Erik liked expensive things but you couldn’t tell. This space was way more ‘homey’ and she liked it.

They were both silent for the first few seconds of sitting on the couch. Erik cleared his throat and began to speak when Phoenix cut him off.

“I don’t hate you.” She watched his expression change. He relaxed a bit at her words. “I hate what you did. I hate how you did it. So, um, sorry for that. I was mad. But,” she paused, “I’m not sorry for hitting you. I meant that shit. If I could’ve knocked yo’ ass out, I would have.”

She could see that he was thinking of something smart to say. She gave him a challenging look, trying to gage if he would actually say what was on his mind. He didn’t. This wasn’t the time for smart remarks. He just blinked at her and nodded.

“I’m sorry, Phoenix. For all of it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I owe you the whole truth, so I’m going to give you that.” Erik rubbed his palms on his jeans. “The closer we got, the more I realized that I was falling in love with you, the more I stopped giving a fuck about Wakanda. You had become everything that I needed. I was losing the desire to ever go there. I didn’t tell you but I actually didn’t plan on doing anymore missions. You were planning your tour and I wanted-- I needed to be there. I needed to be everywhere that you were. So, when I got the phone call about a job that I knew would lead me to Wakanda, I thought it was a sign. A reminder that I fell off track. Telling you would mean making a choice.”

“A choice? About what?” Phoenix questioned.

“Deciding what life I wanted. To hold on to my old one or let go of that and fully step into my new one. I loved my life with you but there was a part of me that felt like I was betraying myself. All of the shit I did to get to Wakanda would’ve been for nothing. All of the lives.” he whispered that last part. “I thought I could do both. Go after what I worked so hard for and when that was done, I could still have you. I didn’t, for one moment, think it would turn out like this.”

Phoenix didn’t have any words. She just watched him and studied the different emotions dance in his eyes.

“I thought about you every single day. I asked about you. But… they wouldn’t tell me anything. At first anyway. I went through death and a lot of therapy. I needed that shit though. So I guess, through all the bullshit some good came of it. I’m not same Erik I was before.”

“I can tell.”

Erik was grateful that she could see his progress.

“Like I said, E, I hate that you left me. That shit hurt. Only to find out that I’m pregnant.” Phoenix stopped. Tears threatened to fall but she held them in. “I didn’t want her. I didn’t want anything that would remind me of you. I wanted an abortion.”

Hurt flashed across Erik’s face. She continued, “but something… maybe God, I don’t know. But, I didn’t. She ended up being everything I needed to get up everyday.”

Silence sat between them for a moment.

“I still love you, Phoenix.”

Erik’s words caught her off guard.

“And believe it or not, I’m already head over heels for Luna.”

Phoenix smiles softly. “It’s kinda hard to not love that little nugget.”

Phoenix’s phone starts to ring. It’s Alyssa. She answers. Erik waits nervously for her to end her call. Phoenix huffed has she pressed the red button.

“I’m sorry. Me and Coby have rehearsals and I have to get Luna to the babysitter.”

“Babysitter?”

Phoenix stares blankly at Erik. She was confused. “Yea…”

“You’re not comfortable with her staying with me?”

She understood now. “Oh, uh, I--”

“No pressure. I get it. I’m new here.”

“No, Erik. I didn’t-- I think it would be good for you to keep her. I’m sorry.”

“Phoenix.” he grabbed both her hands. Her palms were sweaty. They’d always get sweaty when she was anxious. “Calm down. I didn’t take offense to it. I get it. I just got back in here.” he smiled at her. “I would love to spend some time with my daughter.”

‘My daughter.’ Those two words sent a wave of tenderness through Phoenix. The person that she shares this daughter with is here. Finally. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t relieved to finally share this moment with him. This was all she wanted. For the three of them to be together. To have moments like this. Him spending time with Luna while she worked. Them being together, being some kind of a family.

“Okay.” she stood, “I’ll come get her when I’m done.”

“Nah, I’ll bring her home. I wanna get as much time as I can.”

Erik walked Phoenix to the doors of the elevator.

“Wait,” she turned to him. “You don’t have a car seat.”

The dimples Phoenix didn’t realize she missed so much popped into Erik’s cheeks. “I can get a car seat, Philly. I got this, okay?”

“Okay, but I need to say goodbye to her.”

Erik called Shuri to bring Luna. Phoenix covered Luna’s face in kisses. Erik instantly fell in love with the sight of the love of his life and his daughter having such a beautiful moment. This was his choice. This is the life he wanted. There wasn’t anything else he wanted but them. He felt good about their talk and about how the future could look for them. Phoenix handed Luna to Erik and he watched as the elevator doors closed and she was off to rehearsals. For the next few hours, he would get to know his beautiful baby girl.

---------

It was late when Phoenix and Coby finished rehearsals. They had finally reached an agreement on how their set would go from start to finish. It took a lot longer than they had expected. Phoenix sent Erik updates on what time she’d be home for him to bring Luna home.

During her time rehearsing and her drive home, she found her mind drifting off. She would be thinking about Erik, Luna and how things would be now that he’s back. She felt better after their talk but there was still something weighing on her. He hurt her. He hurt in ways she never imagined was real. She’d been doing well in therapy but him coming back, opened so many wounds. He apologized but the pain just didn’t subside the way she thought it would. It was like it was as fresh as the day he left. This wasn’t something she could just let go. She couldn’t picture a future with Erik like this.

Erik called her to inform her that he was outside with Luna and she met him at the door. The smile on his face as he approached the door made her soul ache because she knew it wouldn’t last.

She took Luna and held the door for Erik as he carried her stroller in.

“Hey, E. Can we talk?” she motioned her head to the living room area.

“Yeah.” he followed her and they took a seat.

Phoenix placed some loving kisses on Luna’s sleeping face. She was stalling and Erik knew it. He eyed her carefully trying to read what she was thinking.

“What’s up Phoenix?”

She finally looked at him. She took a few slow breaths bracing herself for what she had to tell him.

“Um… I was thinking. I really appreciate everything you said earlier.” she tried to push a smile to ease the sting that was coming. “And I want you to know that I still love you too. But…”

Erik could feel his chest sinking. He looked away from her. His eyes burned a hole in the floor.

“I can’t. I want nothing for us but to put this behind us and be a family but this hurts. Seeing you standing outside after a year just took me back to the day you left me. That shit broke me, E. It’s hard to look at you.”

The sniffle that Phoenix heard from Erik let her know that he was crying. His head still hung low, eyes on the ground. He wouldn’t let her see him cry. Not like this.

“I’m sorry Erik. I just want us to focus on Luna. Get us a schedule for her. Work something out for my tour. She’s the priority.”

“That’s cool.” Erik stood up.

“Erik…” she held Luna into her chest and stood after him.

He wiped a hand over her face. “I understand Phoenix. I do. We can talk tomorrow about when I can get her.”

He left out the front door. Phoenix watched him get into his car and pull out of the driveway. It was hard to do but she knew it was for the best.

----

Tags: @shaekingshitup @purple-apricots @abeautifulmindexposed @lostennyc @tip222u @janelledarling @lushloaded @chaneajoyyy @thadelightfulone @raysunshine78 @toniilaney @purpleskiesxhopefuldreams @elaindeereads @lyniya @fd-writes @mygirlrenee @ajspencer1892 @yoyolovesbucky @greatpandagladiator-blog @shanyphantom @sinfully-dope @dessianna1 @ljstraightnochaser @alexundefined @elaindeereads @tgigoldie @soufcakmistress @ohliyaxoxo @steampunkprincess147 @soulfxll @dangerous-history @itsjustshanie @keiva1000 @rbhp @ohliyaxoxo

#Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger x black oc #Erik Stevens #black panther fic #erik x phoenix #the elevator bae #shaebewriting #black panther

213 notes · View notes

theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

Text

Misconstrued (Part 1)

Synopsys: When Roger hears Freddie and the Reader discussing how their lifestyle has taken a toll of the drummer’s and hers relationship, Roger breaks things off before she can. The only problem is- he didn’t hear the full conversation.

Pairing: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x f!Reader

Genre: angst... let’s ring in the New Year with some heartbreak

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 3616

It had been a gruelling day of rehearsals and the only thing Roger wanted to do, was go to the tour bus and fall into the arms of his girlfriend. His scalp was itching from the amount of hairspray on his head and his biceps were sore from drumming all day. As he approached the open doors, he heard two voices conversing, which without a question were that of Y/N and Freddie. Roger smiled at that. He had been terrified his friends wouldn’t like her, but they adored the girl, and Freddie had even dubbed her an honorary sister. Well, he wasn’t really afraid they would not like Y/N, he was afraid they wouldn’t like him dating Y/N, for she was Brian’s best friend. The drummer had met her during a gig at a local college pub. She had been sitting by the bar and conversing with some guy, looking like an absolute angel, when Brian had seen the way Roger couldn’t keep his eyes away from her frame. “Don’t you even think about it,” the curly haired man slapped his blond counterpart over the head. “She’s off limits.” “Wh- what do you mean? Do you know her?” “Of course, I know her. She’s only the best at everything. Top of the class.” “Hold on,” Roger turned and pointed at Brian, disbelief written all across his face, “are you telling me, someone, that hot is really studying something as nerdy as you do?” But instead of Brian responding, a sweet voice called the blond out on his bullshit. “So, you’re saying that someone can have the looks but not the brains?” Roger had never felt his heart beat as fast as it did then. She was behind him, arms crossed, her kissable lips pursed in a thin line and the Y/E/C eyes glinting with amusement. He was at a loss for words. Pathetically he managed to get out some sort of an apology and introduce himself. Her eyes had lit up, and the way Y/N smiled at him took his breath away. Roger had been in love with from then on, but the conversation flooding out from the bus in the present made him stop in mid-step. “It’s just hard.” It was Y/N speaking. “Half the time he’s away, and whenever he’s free I have lectures. That takes a toll on a relationship. So, I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore. I love it, but my heart’s just not feeling it… I don’t think it has been for a while now.” Roger's heart dropped.

“Do you truly think it’s a good idea?” Freddie asked, concern in his voice. “He’s not gonna be thrilled about it.” He heard Y/N scoff. “Of course, not. But he’s just gonna have to deal with it.” Roger had had enough. Suppressing the tears that threatened to spill, he stormed away from the bus and back to the drum kit at their assigned rehearsal space. Prenter was there, which only fueled his rage, but it wouldn’t matter. Not after he talked to Y/N. Though it would seem easier said than done, for he couldn’t bring himself to face the girl and the truth. It wasn’t until she literally had to stop him, while he was making his way to the bus, when Roger was pulled back to reality. “Hey, Rog!” Y/N called out jogging up to him and leaning in for a kiss when he turned his head away. She furrowed her brows but shook off the weird behaviour. “So, I kinda need to talk to you.” “Yeah,” Roger cleared his throat and crossed his arms. “I think we do need to talk, and I’d like to go first.” “Sure,” Y/N said mimicking his position. “I- umm- I think we need to stop seeing one another.” Her voice was barely above a whisper when she responded ten seconds later. “What?” “Yeah, you know. We’ll be going on tour soon, I’ll be away for months on end and I just don’t think it’s working anymore. No hard feelings though, right?” the last part he said through a chuckle and Roger finally met Y/N’s gaze. What he expected to see was her face filled with relief, not with pain and heartbreak. “When did this stop working?” Roger rolled his eyes, putting on the performance of a lifetime breaking his and the girl's heart. “Look, Y/N. What we had was fun, but that is all it was- just shagging and you trailing around us. Which was great, don’t get me wrong, but there are other groupies in the world. Gotta take care of them as well.” At that point, Y/N had a palm over her mouth, trying to hold back the sobs that literally shook her body. “How can you say that? After two years, how can you say that?” her tone rose with every sentence. “How dare you call me a groupie?” His voice was sharp as a razor as he spat the words out. “Listen you can whore yourself to a different band. I’m done with you.” And those were the words that broke Y/N. “Whore myself? Is that what you really think of me?” “As I said,” Roger replied walking away. “You were just a good shag.” Y/N stood in the middle of the car park, numbly looking after the man she thought was the love of her life. It was like her eyes couldn’t see properly anymore, but somehow, she made her way to the parked car and started the engine, revving out of the stadium and driving herself away from the one person that was her home.

***

The show went off without a hitch, though everyone could see Roger was beating the drums harsher than he usually did, he was more all over the place as if trying to get rid of some pent-up anger. “Wait here love,” Roger said to the first groupie he had found after the performance was over, as he approached the bus, “I’ll be right back.” Fuck, he didn’t even really know how the girl looked like, all his eyes had picked up was flaming red hair and that was it. Her face was too blurry and honestly, he didn’t give two shits, for she would be just another one on the long list of his one-night stands. The list he had quit two years ago when he met Y/N, but now that that was over, it was time to bring out the pen. Sighing he entered the narrow space and was immediately assaulted by the never-ceasing energy of Queen’s lead singer. How he could still be so hyper was beyond the drummer. “Did you hear the good news?!” Freddie jumped up from the couch when Roger entered the bus, water sloshing over the plastic cup he’d been sipping from. “Fred, really I’m not in the mood,” the drummer said grabbing a full whiskey bottle from the table and flinging himself down onto the couch. “What do you mean? Did Y/N not tell you?” “Oh, she didn’t need to,” it was bitter chuckle that came from Roger, as he glared at their front man. “I heard enough of your conversation.” “Then why aren’t you jumping with joy while Brian berates her for abandoning her studies like that?” “What?” Roger was confused, and a sinking feeling appeared in his stomach. “Y/N was gonna come on tour with us. She said she missed you so much, darling, that she’d be willing to put her studying on hold. I thought you two talked. Where is she by the way? I positively remember she promised me she’d be in the front row of the show.” Rogers eyes filled with tears as he dropped the bottle to the ground and tugged at his hair. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fucking damn it, God fucking damn it!” Brian immediately knew something was wrong. “Rog what did you do?” A horrible minute passed, and everyone could feel the tension rise in the bus when the Roger finally spoke. “I broke up with her.” The words tasted foul like rotten eggs in his mouth. “You what?” Brian was almost fuming as he heard Roger say that, praying it was just alcohol making him speak fallacies. But then again, Roger hadn’t even had a sip of a drink that night, nor had he seen the blond with one during the day. “I broke up with her.” “Why?” it was a confused and hurt looking Deaky that asked the question emerging from their bunks. “Why would you ever do something so stupid?” “Cause I thought she was gonna leave me and I didn’t wanna be the one left in the dust.” “So, you just decide to break her heart instead?” for a second Roger thought Brian’s hair was gonna light on fire from how palpable the anger was. “Fucking hell, Taylor.” The whole bus fell silent, completely opposite of how noisy the outside was, as a bunch of fans and groupies waited for the band to emerge and allow them to bask in their presence. That’s when Roger abruptly stood up and threw on a leather jacket over his sweaty chest. “I hope the only thing on your mind right now, is fixing things with Y/N,” Freddie’s voice had a dangerous note to it. Like if Roger would even think of something else, he’d be personally responsible for the drummer’s death. Roger didn’t reply, simply flung the door open, only to be greeted by Paul. “Shove off Prenter,” Roger said, pushing past the man and out as the guy was just about to press a palm against his chest to push him back inside the bus. Immediately, the groupie grabbed onto his elbow, but he just shook the stranger off. “You can’t just leave like that cause some fling left you,” Paul’s nasally voice called after him as he ran in front of Roger and blocked his path. “If you don’t move, I’ll punch my drumsticks so far down your throat, you’ll be shitting wood for weeks.” “And if you leave now when you have a month left before touring, you’ll be the one to announce to EMI about the departure of Queen’s drummer.” “Oh, shut it, you fucker. You’re nothing but a glorified paperboy so you can stick that high and mighty 'I-care-about-Queen' attitude in someone else’s arsehole. Everyone knows why you’re really sticking around, and no one is buying your bullshit.” Even though Roger’s little outburst was more than unusual, since he liked to keep the temperament on the inside, for the sake of the band, he couldn’t keep this in. Having to deal with how badly he fucked up with Y/N and now Prenter forbidding him to run after the girl who he was fairly certain he’d marry, was not only pressing on his buttons, but it was punching them in and now they were stuck. Roger was pretty sure he’d be reprimanded by the label and maybe even his bandmates, but he didn’t care. With a right hook to Paul’s head, he left the man on the ground and jumped in his car, chasing after Y/N. The whole ride was an anxiety-filled thing. He kept speeding and even got pulled over by a cop. Usually, he’d try and get out of a punishment by having them recognize who the blond was, but now he just accepted the ticket and finished the few miles between him and Y/N. Roger was sweating and crying as he rushed inside her apartment building and practically flew up the stairs to the fifth floor. Roger didn’t care if he would wake up the whole damn complex, as long as Y/N would come out and talk to him, as long as she gave him a chance to fix everything he had ruined. But it wasn’t her door that opened, it was the flat opposite of hers. “You know,” Old Miss Marci said, “she’s not here.” Roger’s head whipped around, as he started at the senile woman. “What? Where is she?” She shrugged her hunched over shoulders and sighed. “Don’t know. She just got here sometime midday and left. Packed bag and all.” “Please,” he begged the old woman, not giving a shit about his reputation or the fact that someone might come out and see the drummer of Queen in hysterics at his girlfriend’s apartment. “Can you tell me where she went?” “No,” replied Miss Marci. “And even if I did know, I wouldn’t.” “Why?” a broken sob echoed through the hallway. “Because people only cry like that of a broken heart,” she said entering her flat. “And the way Y/N cried… it was like her whole soul had been shattered and shredded.”

***

Roger spent the night in his car, weeping the whole time and at some point, he must have passed out, for he was awoken by a knock on his window. A giant head full of big brown curls was in the view. Sniffling Roger straightened up and unlocked the door, letting his friend step inside. “I take it didn’t go well,” Brian’s voice was soft and the look he gave the blond screamed pity. “Didn’t even get to talk to her. She’s not home,” through puffy red eyes, Roger looked at Brian. “Any guesses as to where she might have gone?” A sad sigh passed Brian’s lips. “Probably her parents. But you really have no chance of talking to Y/N there, when she’s that upset.” Brian chuckled, surprising Roger. “When we were twelve, we got into a big argument. So, she made her parents tell me she was away at her grandmother's, simply because she didn’t wanna talk. And when I tried climbing up the tree that connected to her balcony, Y/N had barricaded the whole thing with a couch and taped over her windows with all of her posters, just so I couldn’t see what was going on inside.” Roger’s lips tugged up at the thought of a young Y/N, sitting in her bedroom and pouting at something Brian had done. She was so headstrong, and it was one of the things that attracted the man to her. He had tried asking her out that same night they meat, but Y/N had brushed him off. “Do you really think I don’t know about your reputation, Taylor?” “Those are just rumours, love.” A perfectly shaped eyebrow sleeked up in a beautiful arch. “Really? Cause, I’d be inclined to believe what my best friend says about his other friends.” And once again Roger was flustered, but this time his eyes bore into Brian’s skull, hoping it would combust. “Brian’s talked about me?” He gritted through clenched teeth and Roger swore to wipe off the satisfied smirk that appeared on the brunet’s face after they went outside for a smoke. “Obviously. You know, he’s very proud of what you all have done.” “Oh,” Roger smiled at Y/N, and his cheeks turned a bit more red than usual. It wasn’t often that compliments made him blush, and even though it was the girl relaying Brian’s words, the praise that he saw in her eyes struck a chord. “Is that the only thing he’s told you about me?” Of course, Roger knew of his reputation, he was sometimes quite proud of it, but not in that moment. When looking at Y/N he wanted to erase every girl he’d ever had sex with, kissed or even thought of. She had already consumed his minds and to be fair, the drummer wasn’t that upset by it. Y/N sipped on her drink before placing it on the side of the stage where they’d been talking the whole time. “No. he's also mentioned you and your escapades with the groupies.” Roger nodded, swallowing hard, but the soft smile Y/N gave him ignited a spark of hope, and all of that turned into a raging forest fire when she said, “But I’d like to make my own opinion of you. So how about we start off with a simple coffee date?” Not once in his life had Roger been asked out, it was always him going up to the girls and batting his eyelashes, before they caved in and he brought them home. Y/N was an enigma, a smart and confident and an absolutely breathtaking woman, and Roger wanted to throw himself in front of a car for letting her go. Every day he would come to Y/N’s doorstep and ring the bell and every night he would leave the same way- without receiving an answer. He even resorted to knocking on Miss Marci’s door, but she just shooed the boy away. Brian was no help either, and every time Roger made his way into the studio, his band mate’s mood soured. The blond tried to figure out why the hell Brian was acting so pissed off when he was attempting to fix things with Y/N, his heart clenched at the answer he received. “She doesn’t even wanna talk to me, simply because she knows there is a possibility of me relaying things to you,” Brian looked at Roger,who was sitting by the drum set at the studio, like he was about to throw his Red Special at the man’s head. But he didn’t give up and then one evening, thirty-five exhausting days after that horrid fight him and Y/N had had, he finally saw her. She had her suitcase laying on the ground as she was digging for her keys. Roger was stunned seeing the woman returning to her apartment, but it was like he was an empty space to him. “You know when people leave for a whole fucking month it’s to get away from the negative things. In my case- to get away from the person who hurt me. So, why don’t you stop pestering Brian and Miss Marci for where I am and move the fuck on.” Y/N’s voice was made of steel as she swung her flat’s door open and trudged inside, not bothering to look if the man would follow. She knew he would. Roger didn’t hesitate to run inside and fall to his knees, wrapping his arms tightly around Y/N’s legs and burrowing his head between her legs as he cried. “Get up, Taylor. Before my neighbours see you begging like this,” he’d never heard her voice so cold and devout of any emotions. Roger was sick to his stomach realizing it was his doing. “I don’t care,” he sniffled, “I’ll crawl on my stomach if I have to. Please, Y/N. My love, you have to know it was a mistake. I’m an idiot and I misheard things and I’m so so sorry. I know you might not want to see me, but I have to make things right. It’s only been a month. I don’t believe for a second that you don’t love me anymore.” Roger stood up, ready to engulf her in his arms, but what she said froze him. “And this month has put a lot of things in perspective for me,” she looked at Roger like he was vermin. “I have feelings for you, of course, I do. But that is not going to change what you did and what that did to us.” “Don’t say that, darling. What we have is too good to let it go that easily.” “Had Roger, past tense.” “No,” he shook his head. “I won’t accept that.” “Then tell me- did you mean it?” “What?” he understood clearly what Y/N was asking, but he didn’t want to reply. “When you called me a whore- did you mean it?” “Of course not,” two warm palms cupped the girl’s cheeks, but she turned her head to the side. “You know I don’t think of you that way. Never do.” For a second, Roger thought that she’ll place her own hands on top of his and melt at the touch, but instead she pulled them away and left his arms hanging by his sides. “I’m not asking you what you think of me right now. I’m asking you when you were angry at me, did you mean what you said?” The shame in his eyes told Y/N enough. “It doesn’t matter, Rog, if you think I’m a saint when you wake up and I have breakfast ready with a coffee at the side, or you want to throw me to the curb after something doesn’t go your way. When you said those words, you hurt me like no one else had. And now you’ll have to deal with the consequences. There have been so many times I’ve been mad at you, to the point I thought about leaving. But I didn’t. I let myself cool down, just so I didn’t hurt you like you hurt me. Because I loved you and I wanted to make it work. So, just cause you heard a tiny part of a conversation where you hadn't even heard the beginning, doesn’t give you the right to treat me the way you did.” “I know,” the blond sobbed dropping down to his knees once more and fisting his palms in Y/N’s sweats. “I know and I’m so sorry. I’m a complete wanker, just please, Y/N. Please. Don’t give up on me. On us.” Her hands wove through the blond locks, like so many other times they had, only now it felt like a goodbye. “See that’s the thing, Rog- there isn’t anything to give up on anymore.” With that, Y/N detached herself from the man and turned away. “You can show yourself out. I'm pretty sure you have a tour to get to,” she whispered as she made her way to the bedroom, leaving a broken Roger sobbing on the floor.

Tags (crossed out wouldn’t take): @perriwiinkle @thiccio-and-thicciet @roseslovedreams @vesoleil @gloomybisexualemo @16wiishes @wanderingsami @lumelgy @palaiasaurus64 @supernaturalbaesduh @breezy1415 @pizzarollpatrol @crazy--me @thatawkwardlittlefangirl @sea040561 @staryeyedgirl @deathbyarabbit @s-c-a-r-e-d-po-t-t-e-r @reblogger-not-a-blogger @m-a-t-91 @dalilx @i-need-a-hero-i-need-a-loki @maladaptive-ninja-returns @averyrogers83 @in-the-end-im-still-trash @gallifreyansass @dewy-biitch @avxgers @unlikelygalaxygiver @sweet-ladyy

A/N: happy 2019!!!! we made it... sorta... kinda... idk, send help.

P.S. what did you think? Part 2???

P.S.S. if you wanna be tagged in anything, drop me a message :)

1K notes · View notes

sadclumsygirl · 5 years

Text

Band Bazzar, Saturday November 17

so we had to be at the school at 5:30 in the morning which I had no problem with, but my dad was very pissed about.

I woke up at 4 and took a shower and then put my makeup on because I figured my band shirt was in the basket of laundry, and continued my makeup till 5:15 to wake up my dad and get into my band shirt and leggings which the leggings I found quickly, but I could not find my FUCKIN BAND SHIRT so I was searching for 10 minutes to try to find ONE of my EIGHT band shirts with my dad condensendingly standing waiting for my to find one, so I just grabbed one of my shirts from regionals, which I should have grabbed my legacy one shoot me cause I was in full black.

so it was 5:26 and I still needed breakfast so I could take my meds so I shoved my shoes on, and chugged some apple juice to down my pills and grabbed a bar for breakfast, my wallet and eyeliner so I could put it on at the school, and going out the door I told my dad that my grandma had said to grab things for all my family within 50 bucks and then when I see her on Thursday she'd give my mom and dad 50 bucks as a present and a sorry that she couldnt come and see me at the bazzar and how she couldn't see me after finals. so my dad gets pissed cause he doesn't have cash on him, ( which the 20 bucks he did have I has to use for lunch, Freddies and another day of lunch lunch is 5 bucks each day and then Freddies I thought I could give him the cash and then have a check for lunch so I spent 8 bucks cause I was starving) which was another thing he was pissed about and then he said oh I'm so sorry not everything is handed to you on a silver platter to which we argued about because honey I wish it was I wish I didn't have to volunteer so my parents don't have to worry about Disney, have to get rides from C who's unreliable so my mom doesn't have to worry about getting me from school when she already has to worry about nursing sometimes walking home if I have a detention or have to stay after school to get help with math, when there is no sidewalk near a busy street so I have to pretty much trespass a construction site so i dont get ran over.

and he says how I don't do shit for my family cause I don't clean, which I respond sorry I need to get my grades up so I don't have a d by the end of this semester and get a withdrawl fail to which he responds oh Im so happy that you are taken care of and I just start bawling cause I'm trying so hard and he doesn't fucking see it. I just run into the building and run to the band room so I could hope fully grab one of Coles band shirts (I couldn't) once he pulled up and I hid in the band room until I composed my self, and went to see if the vendors were there to help them and if V was there. both weren't so I just talked with T and C for a bit and then V came over to tell us that the bakery was here and a whole crowd went out to help so. I figured it was all good so I grab my eyeliner to do it and IT WAS SO GOOD LIKE

and I grabbed my bar to eat it and went to help the bakery and grab all the bread and wheel to the building, which was hard cause so. many. cracks. in. the. sidewalk. and once I unload I go outside to see C eating bread and sharing it and bitch the bar did not fill me. at all and my Viibryd was killing my stomach for it, so I was just like

GIVE ME IT ALL OF IT

so I continue helping the bakery which I couldn't with a bread in my hand so I run over to Matt who was in a wheelchair cause of his knee surgery near V and threw the bread at him and with a mouth full of bread I yell

TAKE MY BREAD!!!!

and go out and help her. so yeah all morning I was just helping people unload with Flute Matt and was sitting on the carts and riding them when bored and waiting for people and then a woman pulls up with football and soft ball stickers on her car but I saw stuff in the back of her car and she pulled in the circle so I helped her with

breakfast.

for the football team.

so I just helped her go to the presentation room with the food which I figured would be opened. NOPE

so I know V has a key for the presentation room cause he has to open the presentation room for study hall AND HES ALWAYS FRICKIN LATE

so it's a mad dash trying to find V so we can't get this mom out of the circle ( who has a full cart left of food in her car) and he's NOWHERE

so I ask BM where he is, and learn he's copying papers in the office which is locked which I learn opun going to the office... so. I pace back and forth debating whether or not I should text him on remind to be like

HEY FUCKER WE NEED THE PRESENTATION ROOM KEY FOR A FOOTBALL PLAYERS MOM. PLEASE SEND HELP

when I hear his whistling and spinning of the Keychain

like a taunt

so I go over to him WHO HAS NO PAPERS and say "hey there's a mom who needs the presentation room and it's locked"

"Oh okay I'll go and unlock it after I get the papers"

so I just go and help her grab the rest of the food to the presentation room.

after a bit the Bazzar finally starts so I walk around seeing if any one needs help for about 3 hours so I go to booths in that time checking out what they have and I go to lipsense because ye Boi has been wanting to find a red lip that isn't too orange cause gotta get that Lolita look right

and then go to an opposing high school that also had a Bazzar going on to put flyers on their windshield and then to Starbucks SO WE COULD GET THAT CAFFEINE CAUSE WERE FALLING ASLEEP HERE.

once we came back we were talking lunch orders from vendors so I went to the gym to get vendors orders which almost every one was taken care of but a vendor that was close to the table that V was looking at, and I took her order but I didn't know if I took her money to the lunch so I went over to the booth he was at with someone else who thankfully asked about chapstick so I could ask V hey, do we take their money before going to the lunch line or is it taken care of? to which he was leaning in and then responds get ready

"Yeah since the tickets were only for breakfast" leans in, SO CLOSE I SEE HIS FRECKLES ON HIS LIPS AND HIS EYES ARE CLOSE

"Hey, I heard that you were very helpful from multiple vendors so thank you"

which um ACK so I was smiling and said thank you and took the woman's order and then walked around after that and V was as well and so was F with E her baby and E WAS SO CUTE OMYGOD I WANT FUCKING KIDS WTH

and yeah I walked around pretty much until it ended so I went over to the vendor that had hit her head to ask if she had a website cause I didn't have any money and my mom or dad hadn't come yet so I could get the cardinal pillow and she just ask

oh this? and pulls off the tag and gives it to me and I just almost start crying saying thank you and I hug her cause I was just on the phone with my cousin takling about how that pillow reminded me of great grandma, and I just yeah... it made me so happy. and then I see this dude from forensics in middle school and talk to him and V was close by sometimes looking to me and then I see my parents finally, and go and talk with them since we were close to closing and just needed to help vendors load to their car if needed. and I go to them and look and I get a mjölner necklace and treble clef earrings and they tell me oh yeah your two handlers told us how you were a total help to vendors. and I say oh wow and then have to run to the break room sort of thing and start to tear down and then my parents ask do we have to drive you home which at the time my ride was C and then my dad tells me that V had said

"Shes a real good kid don't be so hard on her"

like wow

and yeah. I Tore down and near when going home F and V said Thank you for helping out and F asked if I found my parents cause they were looking for you, which like V WAS RIGHT NEXT TO ME WHRN THEY WERE LOOKING AND COULD HAVE TOLD ME HEY THEY'RE LOOKING FOR YOU... so yeah but then I was walking with V and telling him that I couldn't do winter percussion this year

and he said oh thats understandable, hopefully next year and you can always come and watch, and I said yeah! I could go to rehearsal and say your doing amazing sweet! or be the water boy so at least they'd actually get waterso yeahhhhhhhhhh

then I went home and went and watched the house with a clock in the wa I think it was with my family (fun...) and once I went home I went to wash my makeup off, but there was a line for the bathroom so I just grabbed the face wash to rub it off which created a huge argument and my dad was being a dick to me all night so V's telling him to no be so hard on me didn't really get to him. so I was breaking down and crying cause it just all became too much. and I didn't really have any one so Im an idiot and I texted v on remind.

I'm sorry I'm so sorry I know it's your break and you probably want nothing to do with me and I get that. but I just i dont know guess I need somebody. and I don't really have any one right now

I'm fine, not going to hurt me or others in that sense I guess I'm sorry I don't even know why Im sending this your probably asleep and if this is annoying for you just ignore it I don't know I'm sorry

and then I sent it on a full send or no send and regretted it instantly and sent

imsorryimdorryimsorrryimsorryishouldnthavesentthatimsosorry

and 7 minutes later of me panicking he sends

What is going on? What can I do to help you?

A:probably panicking or breaking down I can't tell which one at the moment, and I have no idea im sorry

V: Okay, are you in a safe place?

A: yeah there's nothing harmful here but a trumpet, which actually hurt alot I've learned

A: I just wish my family was like how it use to be I guess is what's happening. I cant do anything right

A: I'll be fine im sorry

V:It sounds like you need to talk to somebody. Here is a number you can call to get help. 1 800 state revealing number

so like yeah hi I want to die I didn't call the number cause fuck that instead of wanting to kill myself, I wish I killed myself a year ago, a. d the bitch wanted to talk to v and I love the very hospital like help from v. I actually can't wait for break to be over but also like don't cause ill have to see V.

1 note · View note

nightblink · 6 years

Text

Blink Reads Oathbringer - Chapters 42-45

Chapter Forty-Two - Consequences

Looks like a new ‘Cephandrius’ letter at the beginning, but this doesn’t sound the same as the dragon.

Back at Aharietiam, I see. It’s a good vision to put the rulers into, so log as you can ensure they survive the battle part.

Poor Gawx. Putting Dalinar into these battle-visions is one thing, but Gawx is terribly unsuited and unprepared for a fight.

Oooo, he hadn’t heard Jezrien’s speech to the survivors yet! Aaaahahaha, what do you think of the ‘greatest among them’ being darkeyed, Dalinar? From here on out he might actually start to pick up hints that lighteyes weren’t ‘born to rule’ like the Vorin church says they are. (TIME FOR THAT SOCIAL REVOLUTION)

The detail about the piled-up cremlings is strange. One of those hive-people made of cremlings, most likely, as I can’t see any other reason for it at the moment.

Gawx has fair enough reason to be suspicious, like the rest of them do, but kid. Please. Do you really think he could have sent you this vision without special powers? Sit down and at least listen.

“Your code of law is barely thirty years old!” …..he has a point there, Dal. The Princedoms were all essentially warring clans and their vassals (and still kind of are now).

Fuuuuuck, but Sunmaker was brutal. Ten percent? Ten percent? As if his war of conquest wasn’t bad enough!

Yes. There’s where you differ. You changed, Dalinar.

LIFT

LIFT LIFT LIFT

“Dark-tan-thorn.” Lift please

How did you even get into this vision in the first place? It wasn’t sent to you!

“He’s trying to convince me I should trust him. “Don’t. He’s got too nice a butt.” L I F T oh my g o d I’m wheezing

That entire segment was fucking gold

Chapter Forty-Three - Spearman

“located us upon this world”? Hoid, who are these people, and are they even on Roshar

Oh noooooo, Moash, I was wondering when you were going to turn up. And you’re not happy with the way things have turned out. You’re cold and tired and missing Bridge Four.

That coat and patch aren’t the last things you have left of them, but somehow they feel like they tie you back to Bridge Four even more than the tattoo.

Oh shit, attacks in the dark of night by flying Fused? You are so lucky you had even an instant of forewarning or you’d be down one head, too.

How much does the Diagram know of the different kinds of Voidbringers that Dalinar and the others - even the rest of the Parshendi and Parshmen - have yet to figure out?

YES GO FOR THE SPEAR TAKE UP THE SPEAR-

“Bridge Four, you bastards.” Moaaaaash YOU COULD HAVE STAYED YOU COULD HAVE BEEN BY KALADIN’S SIDE

Best to live another day. Twice you used that weapon, and all it brought you was despair.

Plate’s too Invested for stormlight to Lash - hah, just imagine the facial expression if it were a Scadrian trying to Lurch it!

whoop and off you go

Those are definitely airship designs at the end of the chapter and I am loving them. The biggest conundrum I see so far is how to dock them with those underhanging sails, though.

Chapter Forty-Four - The Bright Side

“Insignificant among our many realms.” Somehow I doubt that, whoever-you-are.

Admittedly, Veil, you haven’t actually seen many cities, so your judgement’s a bit untrustworthy on this one.

H e r alds but it’s going to take more than a little work to get these men shaped up into anything resembling spies.

“grown some nice rockbuds” well... that’s a saying I didn’t realize I’d be adding to the reference list

The woman in the corner might also be one of Aladar’s policers, just one working in a different manner than the men patrolling in uniform

Yesssss, Vathah is finally finding something he’s good at, something he can feel useful doing - and he can act as sergeant to the others

You’re getting very used to social drinking, Shallan, though you don’t seem like you’ve gone back to heavy drinking light that night with the Horneater white. But you’re referring to Veil as if she were a separate person again - what Veil was doing with the men, not what you were doing with them.

OH IT’S NAVANI DESIGNING THE AIRSHIPS oh man that. that is not going to assuage any fears that the Alethi want to conquer the world.

No, no, no, this is Shallan’s world, you don’t need to craft another personality-!

All three of them are you, Shallan, just... different aspects of you. They don’t have to be as separate as you’re keeping them.

!!! Renarin! You thought over what Rock said and you’re taking a step! ohhh, I’m proud of you~

(chain - mother’s chain? - running through his fingers, movement and texture and something real to keep him grounded as the noise spirals out from the talking people, helping keep it at bay, from getting overwhelming - you can do this, ‘Rin)

Don’t worry, Shallan, you’ve seen more of the real Adolin than any of the previous women have. You don’t think he had smiles and laughter rehearsed in much the same way? Just because his situational masks are thinner than yours doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

I immediately want to punch Janala for embarrassing Renarin. How dare she.

Shallan speaking up in his defense? Wow. That’s a world away from “Gag him if you must.” I must admit the vicarious verbal punch is a satisfying one, even if it was blunt as a club. Or a dictionary.

Is this finally the breaking of the ice? Perhaps even the first step to being friends? I hope so, I really do; Renarin needs more friends in general - and so do you, Shallan, actual friends and not just underlings and associates - and someone else he can talk to in depth about things like this meeting without worrying that they’ll think him effeminate because of his interest.

Dalinar. Ohhhh, you wonderful, supportive dad.

Take heart, ‘Rin! YOU CAN BE YOU, PROUD AND UNAFRAID

Chapter Forty-Five - A Revelation

This chapter starter is vaguely unsettling for some reason and I’m not sure why. Probably because we don’t know the author and/or their intent.

Back to Revolar, where they definitely haven’t forgotten the flying human that took to the sky and arrowed out of their reach on the winds of a highstorm.

Why didn’t they Lash him - the one who faced him at the campsite tried to send him flying, so it’s not as if they can’t. Perhaps they lack the... whatever equivalent of stormlight they need.

So there was never really any “home” for you, Moash, just traveling with the wind. Bridge Four was the first thing like home you’d had in a long, long time. They could have been ‘who you really were’.

Well, if nothing else, you did want to see lighteyes brought low, and there’s more than enough opportunity to see that around here.

Ohhhh, no. Oh bringing Moash back to see the (former) brightlord - a notoriously corrupt one who is apparently hoarding food, along with taking it easy while others suffer - was a bad idea, terrible idea, there is no way this is going to end well...

...but not in the way that I’d thought. And it’s even worse.

#blink reads oathbringer #oathbringer spoilers #A GOOD DADLINAR #//I'd have more read but alas; packing was inevitable

3 notes · View notes

couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 7 years

Text

okay I’m STILL not done the book yet because #life(tm) but some follow up reactions

The entire scene where Calypso and Apollo were trying to escape on the slow kiddy train at the Zoo had me in stitches holy shit

Apollo frantically hitting the gas and Calypso is just leisurely walking next to it while glaring at him??? And the guards? omfg I was dying

Meg’s entrance was dramatic and awesome good for her

Why the fuck is this 12 year old so good at sword fighting she can keep up with one of the deadliest swordfighters of the ancient world(tm)

When Lit threatened Leo and Calypso essentially morphed into the knife emoji on spot. A plus.

I mean I’m just saying: I feel like a pregnant griffin isn’t more important than helping a tortured seven year old girl. But I still love Britomartis so I guess it’s whatever

I love how Lit was going on like he has a score to settle with Leo because ‘he and his friends’ fucked him up in Oklahoma but like....Leo didn’t contribute to that at all like Jason literally did everything during that fight??? That was kinda like important to Jason’s development and shit??? Leo and Piper were golden statues and Hedge was outside eating grass??? Shouldn’t Lit’s anger be focused on Jason??? lol

Idk I just found it funny (I want to see Jason Grace again)

Calypso managing to shove out some magic yeah girl!!!!

MEG AND APOLLO HUGGING EACH OTHER FOR DEAR LIFE WHILE SOBBING: MY ENTIRE AESTHETIC

Leo meeting Meg was way too fucking funny omfg “so I understand you can like...control him?” and when Apollo tried denying it she makes him slap himself??? 😂

How did we fucking segue from lighthearted banter directly into Apollo having a vivid flashback of the time he had to murder the love of his life with his bare hands

Like I??? Was sobbing??? So hard???? Because a batshit insane Roman empire was getting killed by someone who loved him bc it was necessary for the world and the lover couldn’t stand to see anyone else hurt him??? Fuck me???? Rick Riordan ain’t real

“I couldn’t bare to look into the water without seeing my beloved’s betrayed face starring back” or whatever the fuck the line was but FUCK

Jo was a teenage girl crossdressing to fuck around with gangsters in the 1920′s before Artemis found her and honestly??? Goals

Also the scene where she was helping Apollo after his flashback was very sweet

Can’t believe the nerd spent like six hours playing soothing music just to get a griffin to lay an egg

Leo and Calypso better be whispering amongst themselves what I think they’re whispering

Leo seems a lot more...subdued than usual in this book? I don’t know if that’s just because we aren’t reading from his POV, or if it’s like a “I literally died and came back and then spent six months getting attacked every single day while trying to find home and now I’m stuck on another dangerous quest I’m fucking stressed” type thing, or if it could be from the relationship problems he’s having with Calypso, but either way he seems a little off and I’m worried about him

The Dread Pirate Valdez...leave.

How was that joke never made once on the Argo tho??? lol

The speed at which Leo seems to have emotionally adopted Meg is astounding and also #relatable

Meg’s far from my favorite character tbh but like??? I will probably punch everyone who’s ever frowned in her general direction in the face. Holy shit give this kid a break

She thinks Nero is scared of the mystery third emperor on the West Coast??? So....Caligula, probably? Laying my bets down on him now

“I triggered the First Law of Percy Jackson” I had to put the book down bc I was laughing so hard I think that lines gonna end up on my gravestone or as the afterword in my autobiography omfg

“I’ve always had a phobia of snakes, especially if you included my step-mother Hera. BOOM!” I choked.

I like that half the time Apollo is able to figure out what to do to win because he has a general understanding of science

Like he knew his burst of godly voice power would only help so much, but he also knew if he stood in the right spot and yelled in the right frequency it would reverberate and knock over the bricks and shit??? NICE

How long were these kids wadding through a sewer how do none of them have hypothermia

Leo: *sets himself on fire* “Gather round, children.”

Like first off someone saying ‘gather round children’ is always going to make me laugh for some reason that’s just a fact but human torching it up really added to the effect lmao

Like okay I understand the set up of the room so that no one would look in the canal and see them but like...how the fuck did no one realize they were there that just felt too easy I’m sorry

Chia Girl

When they found the prisoners was horrifying omfg???

The two fucked up boys on a hunger strike???

“...Hunter the Hunter?” “Yeah, I’ve never heard that before.”

Tall, Dark and Jamie.

Apollo babe you’re on a rescue mission with a time crunch please you can check out Jamie later holy shit

Georgie made me wanna cry get her back to her Combat Moms immediately

The entire sequence of Apollo getting the door open: S C I E N C E B I T C H

“Lemme just fill up some syringes with ammonia just in case”

Alright I’ll admit when Meg started insisting she had a feeling they needed to go through the door: I was really worried she was about to double cross him.

Glad I was wrong but tbh that whole arena dress rehearsal bullshit was STRESSFULL

S T R E S S F U L L

First of all: Apollo’s out here constantly complaining about his puny mortal body but manages to fight and climb and run with a heavy ass chair strapped to his back: okay,

Second of all: why did no one warn me about Livia the elephant I was on the verge of tears every time he mentioned her

Third of all: Monsters, ostriches, race cars, basketballs, football, human mercenaries, animals, like...what even the fuck else SO MUCH WAS GOING ON I would’ve died in ten seconds flat???

Fourth of all: let’s just SET THE FUCKING GRAIN SPIRIT ON FIRE WHY THE FUCK NOT. HOW DID MEG EVEN MANAGE TO GET HIM DOWN. HOW DID APOLLO AND LIVIA MANAGE TO CRASH COMMODUS’ CAR TO THAT DEGREE AND HE NOT ONLY SURVIVED BUT THREW THE WRECKAGE AWAY FROM HIM

Fifth of all: THE FUCKING HUNTERS SHOW UP AND CAUSE EVEN M O R E CHAOS. Truly I don’t know how any of the main heroes survived that there was just too much.

The entire time I was reading it I was like “This feels like a giant fight at the climax of the book how the fuck are there more pages left what else is going to happen???” AND IM STILL WONDERING THAT LIKE

Thalia Grace has been returned to me.

Apollo’s strong urge to save Lit??? Okay I guess. It’s nice to see him being compassionate and shit but. I was kinda with Leo on that one lol

“Thalia Grace slid behind me on the elephant, which fulfilled one of the fantasies I’d had about the Hunter, although I never quite imagined it playing out like this” M E

What was his elephant-involved fantasy with Thalia I need a complete play by play lmao

Also the scene where Commodus dropped his composure for a sec and had a full-blown Angry Ex moment (which...he’s definitely entitled to). That was good and also I was highkey worried he might just try to kill my nerd then and there

Also that he’s not just mad that Apollo killed him but like. All their fucking history together. Shit’s intense.

Apollo loves this elephant so much after only like 15 minutes the first thing he’s gonna do when he’s immortal again is bless her or some shit

Also I’m glad they got that awful chainmail off her

The Hunters apparently just have a magical energy drink with mercury in it okay

Honestly??? I’m a little mad Artemis has been ordered not to contact him THE BOY JUST WANTS TO SEE HIS SISTER HOLY SHIT

Aaaaaand that’s about where I left off. Hoping to finish it all together the next time I get a chance. Hoping all the losers are alright. LOVING this book so far. Waiting to see an official reunion between Georgie and her Combat Moms. The Headless Ghost’s cryptic warning has me worried. Until next time...

#trials of apollo #toa #toa spoilers #the dark prophecy #dark prophecy spoilers #molly mumbles

247 notes · View notes

mediocrephan · 7 years

Text

pinky promise

Dan lied on the soft surface. The gentle breeze played at his hair. His closed eyes flickered softly in his sleep. Memories. Sweet memories. The first time they had met. He remembered running into the other boy’s embrace at that old train station. He had been planning the moment out in his head, but it was so much better than he could have ever imagined. He recounted the feeling of the contrast of cool wind on his body to the warmth and comfort of soft arms. He remembered how nervous he was while Phil put his number in Dan’s phone for the first time; how his hands shook as he handed over his shitty flip phone. When Phil had gone to take the device, he let his own hand linger on Dan’s for a moment of comfort that made the anxiety melt from Dan’s fearful heart. He reminisced on the first time they talked on the phone; how bashful he was, all those nervous laughs that broke the quietness, how the awkward silences slowly became comfy silences until they fell asleep together. He remembered the first time they held hands, walking around Manchester. He took himself back to their first kiss. He recalled as though it was minutes ago. He slipped into his mind palace, and replayed the memories so vividly, he thought he might actually be there. It had been cold. They were in a snowy, empty street, returning from a youtube party at 3 am.

Phil had lent Dan his heavy sweatshirt because the brown haired boy wouldn't stop whining about how cold it was. Dan ran far ahead of Phil and drunkenly slurred, “CASH ME IF YOU CAN PHILLIP” disappearing into a desolate alley. Phil chased him with clumsy, hazy vigour. He rounded the corner and saw Dan leaning against the dingy brick wall, smirking slyly. Phil jogged over exclaiming “Why’d you leave me like that Daniel?” “dunno hmhm”he giggled. Dan’s lidded eyes met Phil’s. The raven haired boy stepped closer looked deeper into those rich chocolate eyes. It suddenly hit them both. They liked each other, and not in a friend way. You could even say they loved each other. Their stomachs did that flippy over thing. Phil closed the gap between their warm bodies and their lips crashed together like waves of warm passion against cliffs of cold, firm stone. Their mouths danced triumphantly like drunken teens dancing to nothing but the beats of their own rebellious, beautiful hearts. Both brows furrowed at the tsunami of emotions and sensations invading their very beings. Phil pulled away to speak, “promise me you will never leave me again?”

“only if you promise the same” they rested their foreheads together and interlocked their smallest fingers creating a vow that could never be broken

“pinky promise.” they said in unison.

From then on they were together at all times. They decided they would never leave each other. They moved in together to a crappy little Manchester flat. They didn’t really have the funds but they knew that as long as they were together they would figure something out. Those nights were filled with turmoil, laughter, crying, and cuddling. They had been struggling to make ends meet with their youtube channels. Then, like a holy entity had heard their pleas, BBC called and asked if they wanted to do a radio show. From then on, they were financially set up for the rest of their lives. They were able to move to a nice, but quirky flat in Westminster, with lots of stairs, and a glass door that they bumped into every night when they got their midnight snack together. They had enough money to stay afloat AND enjoy casual luxuries like fancy dinners together and trips to Japan. Dan recollected his memories of Japan and relived them as well.

He remembered how the tour guides mysteriously disappeared and left him and Phil alone in the cherry blossom grove. He remembered how Phil looked at him fondly and asked if he remembered the promise he had made. They stared into each others eyes intensely for a few moments before Dan responded. “Phil... I would never break that promise. I love you and that will never change. In life. In death. In London or Japan. Even if you left me I would still love you.” Dew drops of passion formed in the raven haired boy’s eyes. He slowly dropped to one knee and pulled out a small, matte black box. And there, surrounded by cherryblossom petals, they made a pinky promise that would bind them together for life. They eloped in Japan and lived happily, together.

After the marriage was a tour, two books, and a lifetime of prosperity and joy, together in harmony. Late night writing sessions in Phil’s bed, and long nights of cuddles in the king sized bed, in the quaint, cramped tour bus, is what rejuvenated their souls after purely exhausting days of rehearsing, rehearsing, rehearsing and performing. After the tour they both retired for a bit and let themselves recharge with the comforts of home. Movie marathons that took up to four days to complete, late night walks in the city like the night of the first kiss, and early morning chats about anything and everything, over shreddies and ribena.

Dan remembered the night Phil had gone out to get more cereal, since he had finished off Dan’s cocoa puffs. Remembered how their phone call had ended so abruptly as the other boy crossed the street. Remembered the next phone call he had gotten that evening was from the hospital. He remembered frantically wandering around the flat for days wondering to himself “where’s Phil?” That night that turned everything in his life from yellow to grey so quickly.

Dan sat up from his sleeping position on the grass, panting as though he had awoken from some dream, but his was no dream; this was life. He checked his surroundings. Nighttime. He had gotten there early morning. ‘Guess the daydream got a hold of me a bit’ he pondered to himself as tears began to well into his eyes. His head slowly turned as he snuffled into that sweatshirt that Phil had given him the night of their first kiss. He looked to the stone that marked the grave of his best friend, his boyfriend, his lover, his husband. ‘Phillip Michael Lester, son, brother, husband,’ it read. The words didn’t do him enough justice. He was a spark of bright colour in Dan’s vanta black world. How many times he had pulled Dan from the pit of self hate he kept throwing himself into. He remembered that he used to cry himself to sleep, completely alone in this cruel dark universe. But Phil had lighted the way to happiness for Dan. They had loved each other unconditionally. He clenched the sweatshirt like it was all he had left in this life. Dan couldn’t believe his husband was gone. Forever. He was never coming back and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t have saved his companion. It was some type of fate. But he knew in his heart that Phil wouldn't want his to be sad, because he loved him unconditionally. Even from the grave he felt that sunny presence. Dan knew that his words would fall upon yearning ears but a mute mouth. He spoke anyways.

“Hey Phil” the words he had spoken so many times before. Those words alone had always given him joy to say. He started to tear up even more. The words that had earned a consoling “hey Dan” in return. But now there was nothing but the howling wind and the pitch black.

“I-I know t-that you...you were always so... f-ull of l-love. It was a-always your b-best and wors-st flaw.” he began to sob

“it k-inda makes sense that you d-died trying to sa-ave an an-nimal from being hit by a c-car” his sobs were broken by a smile that portrayed a broken heart being warmed

“you al-w-ways l-loved animal-s. I w-wish you w-would hav-e be-en h-here for ch-christmas. I was g-gonna get you a c-corgi-i” Dans smile spread further across his cheeks and his eyes filled with more tears.

He broke out in uncontrolled, vehement sobs

“I m-miss you so m-much” he choked out through his unmitigated, raw, cries

He clung to the sweatshirt even tighter, like a lifeline, an breathed in its comforting scent. Like flower petals and mint. He removed his face from the clothing and examined it. It was stained in so many tears. Even a few eyelashes made a wispy appearance. The once bright yellow hoodie had turned to a pale, dingy, pastel blonde colour. Dan felt a sudden rush of nostalgia and memory flowing from the article of clothing he grasped in his fists. Visions hit him like bricks. Their first kiss, the proposal, the wedding, the tour. It all replayed for the second time that day. Then all of a sudden the visions went black and two words appeared in his mind.

“Let go” they said and he swore he heard the words in a soothing whisper from the winds that swept over the moors where the grave had been made.

“Phil. There is one last thing I need to say before I leave here today”

“If you still love me, show me a sign.”

There was nothing for a moment and Dan’s heart slowly became stone and sunk into his stomach. Then, to his utter amazement, he saw something drifting through the wind. A cherry blossom petal slowly fluttered down and landed on Dan’s soft hand. There was no science or statistic that could explain this. Cherry blossoms did not even grow anywhere near this place. Dan knew in that exact moment, that this was the sign. He gingerly took the petal into his hands and placed a soft kiss on the surface, before mumbling into it with swollen pink lips:

“Looks like we both kept our pinky promise”

#phanfiction #angst #cri #fluff #pinky promise #pure #pink #soft and neat

12 notes · View notes

swearronchanel · 7 years

Text

Tired of these yet? A Christmas journey in March with 4.09

I’ve actually been productive today *claps* I’m the worst™ and a procrastinator to the core, so it was about damn time I got shit done. Plus+ I ran out of clean jeans so that was some motivation to do laundry & once I started moving I just kept going haha. But today I watched the Debbie Reynolds and Carrie Fisher’s memorial & omg it was so emotional ugh. Now that I’m so sad I guess I’m going to watch Call the Midwife. Care to join me?

I closed my eyes and pointed to the episode list, looks like we’re watching 4.09 aka the 2015 Christmas special

I don’t have to pretend very hard that it’s Christmas because it was like 17 degrees f the other day lol

Am I the only one who hums along in their head to the theme song? ok nvm

Aw a baby

Tom is actually in church lol, we rarely see him there

Sister MJ lol, what is she looking for?!

Sister Winifred actually cooks/bakes pretty often

SISTER EVANGELINA 😭💔 I still miss her

Sister Winifred aka queen of cringey facial expressions, I love it

Ah no! the death joke is no longer funny sister E 😭😭 rip💔

My bby Trixie on the scene😍

What is quality street? I looked it up before but forgot. Candy right?

whoops is my American showing

I hope Sister MC comes back soon☹️

“Behold, I have located the Brandy” three cheers for alcohol 🍻 I wouldn’t choose brandy though what am I a rich old business man at a country club?

Lol Sister MJ & Sister W giggling so pure !

“You give us enough gip when you’re stone cold sober“😂 same

Gremlin kids in the front haha

Oh no😂 Babs gave them all candy and now has to make them spit it out😂

Aw I love Christmas

But looking at this snow is triggering even if it’s fake😭😂

WE’VE HAD SO MUCH THIS MONTH HERE & IT’S MARCH❄️

yikes these kids are awful, who let them up there! 😭😂

SHELAGH’S FACE 😂 SHE IS DISGUSTED OMG HAHAA

Patrick laughing so hard like same 😭😂

Welp he’s lucky, Saved by the bell thanks to Trixie

Doesn’t Sister MJ explode whatever’s in the pot?

Ahh Shelagh looks so good™!😍 I love when they dress her up!

In other news, Laura tweeted me, which means she knows I exists. What a time to be alive™😭✨👏🏼you know I was shook

Angela so precious aww, I hope my future baby is that pretty

Now I just think of The Crown when I see Mrs Willens *she’s in it if you haven’t watched*

Oh no Sister MJ!!! 😭😭 why are they always giving her illnesses! Dejala sola!

She was legit ill in the first Christmas special 😭

Love Trixie’s ponytail, why Patsy’s hair a mess tho? LOL I SHOULDN’T BE TALKING

I’m a walking ball of frizz. And when I don’t wash my hair for a few days it actually dread locks 😂 gotta love curls

Aw Delia’s not here- I forgot she cracked her head open and went back to Wales

Protect Sister MJ at every cost

Violet literally sewing Fred’s ass into the Santa pants 😂😂😂 fun fact they did that to Olivia Newton John in Grease

not sure if I knew that because I have a junk brain of useless information or because I’m trash that reads buzzfeed

Violet’s been wearing blue eyeshadow for 3 series

“I’m not biting this, it’s too close to your backside” lol okay vi give it time. You’ll be cringeyly very handsy with each other in a bit anyway 😂

She’d do it now with no hesitation I bet

I’m here for their relationship tho😂

SISTER MJ HAD PNEUMONIA IN SERIES 1 DID SHE NOT?

Ugh distaval, fuck that. Just wait and see what chaos it brings

Aw Pats looking at the photo of Delia💔 oo wait that was a parallel then in the Cuban missile Crisis episode this series

PHYLLIS !! I missed her presence lol

Tom’s opening letter from bbc it’s lit

also: he looks good™

Poor Sister MJ! What are they feeding you, liver ew

Ah I forgot, this is when they get the tv😭

Poor Babs can’t go home for Christmas

You’ll have the nonnatus fam❤️❤️

“All should head home” *breaks out into song* THERE’S NOOO PLACE LIKE HOMEEE, FOR THE HOLIDAYSSS

Which is true because NYC is pretty beautiful at Christmas time, I can’t deny that

But also is when 100000x more people are visiting 🙃and stop in front of you when you’re walking to take pictures 🙃 *clenches fists* moving on..

Lol Tom you need to be more clear on this, they’re not getting it

Sister J shut him down 😂

“Mrs Mop” lmfao this BBC guy is a jerk😂

Laura’s another queen of facial expressions

“Aesthetics are vital” I feel

Aw Shelagh so cute being defensive of the kids of poplar

Lets be real though Shelagh’s always adorable bc Laura is an actual angel

pink wafers aye

i still have been craving them lol, there’s no bodega’s around my university though☹️

Angela is giggling, was this the last time we heard her make a noise lol

Wait this is when Sister MJ runs away

yikes measles

when did the vaccine become a thing then? that mmr shot ugh

Glad I got it because there’s supposedly someone with mumps on my campus like wtf

Why was Sister E so harsh yelling at Sister Mj!? That was unnecessary !!

LET 👏🏼SISTER 👏🏼MJ 👏🏼DECORATE👏🏼FOR👏🏼CHRISTMAS 👏🏼AND👏🏼WATCH 👏🏼TELEVISON !!

I’m so protective of her, stop😢😢

She doesn’t deserve that 💔

Sometimes I forget Patsy’s name is Patience

Fred’s Santa beard is gross ew😂😂

yikes an enema

I’d rather die

Oh no, there she goes *sings* there she goessss todayyy

Yes Babs lollipops are fascinating

She just slipped that baby out

I want to go to London at Christmas time

I love lights ✨✨

Delia! What up Bitch where you been!

BUT WAIT I HAVE A COAT THAT LOOKS REALLY SIMILAR TO MRS BUBSY’S LOL

It’s vintage too, i love it, makes me feel fabulous af

until I remember it’s probably a dead woman’s coat

WATCHING THEM LET THE BABY JUST HANG MAKES ME SO ANXIOUS OMG

“You clever girl!”

Aw poor iris 😭💔

Violet is actually so sweet & we don’t see much of her w/o Fred like why

Everyone on this show is so sweet and pure !!! I just love it too much!

remember when I was normal and didn’t care so much about television? Yea me neither 😅

Sister MJ is gone

ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO PUT UP THE TREE!!

that necklace and sapphire ring were so pretty though 😭 wish my mom had a sapphire ring for me to inherit

Shelagh is too pretty for this grey suit, where’s the navy one?!

I will never be comfortable with cookies being called biscuits tbh

“No dogs!” “If it can’t sing silent night I’m not interested” SHELAGH IS GOLDEN

SHE HAS SOME GREAT LINES BUT GIVE HER MORE !!

Oh Hay Peter

if you think about it Miranda Hart put this poor guy out of a job. Like he used to have more screen time lol but he can’t be around much with out her

“Very like a family in fact” 😭 I love when they call themselves family cause they are !!

Wait rehearsing before school? Ugh that must have been so early 😂

I couldn’t have been in that choir. In high school I woke up at 6:45am everyday & started at 8:05am & only lived 2 blocks away but I still got there at 9:15am 🙃

plus I’m an awful singer 😂

“She probably thought her habit would keep her safe”

Sister Mary Cynthia says that about her self the next series when she’s attacked 😢

Babs was right though! She was just excited bendito 😭😭

How much is a bob?? £??

I barely can keep up with how many $ is a £ tbh

Lolol had to check when I donated to Laura’s fundraising 😂😂

Delia has been with this big ass bun for 3 series as well

The cafe they’re in is aesthetically pleasing

so Delia’s mom is hella protective but didn’t notice she left to another town lol??

well I guess they’re even now since patsy left & then lost contact for a bit

LET ME TELL YOU, THE FIRST TIME I WATCHED THIS EPISODE I WAS SCREAMINGGG

I THOUGHT THEY HAD KILLED SISTER MJ AND WAS FREAKING TF OUT ™

I’m trying to think of what Phyllis’s hat reminds me of

I wanna say Mary Poppins

IT’S NOT SISTER MJ👏🏼

I knew it wasn’t but still!!!

Is Shelagh wearing lipstick? i’m here for it!

but I don’t like her dress

@ wardrobe/costume ppl be nicer to my bby pls

“Well, there’s just a word that no-one likes singing. It’s in that line and it begins with a "b”’ 😂 lmaooo c'mon Tim 😂😂

He was talking about breast feeding like how many episodes ago why is he embarrassed now? 😂

Patrick laughing 😭 me as a parent tbh

Poor sickly Sister MJ 💔

My bbys Trixie and Shelagh are ¡interacting!! 💕😍

How do I get my hair to look like Trixie’s/Helen’s

SORRY CANCELED

Lol jk all will be well bby

SISTER MJ REALLY OUT HERE IN THE WOODS, LIKE HOW ??

Ah Shelagh’s dressed up again! Love it 😍 and she’s wearing earrings & matching pearls!! so pretty!! 💕💕

this has been an episode of gushing over Laura sorry not sorry

Look at her hat, she can wear anything

LMAO HE WASN’T EVEN PETER PAN GET OUT OF HERE MAN

You have to be impressed that this 80 yr old woman with dementia found her childhood home

for real though I want Shelagh’s coat

mrs willens + shelagh was kinda a friendship & was cute

“Well I stopped holding out against that happiness, didn’t I?"💔💖

people on this show are always holding hands platonically & romantically like how sweet and pure !?

"Almost all the world was before your time child … you are concerned to see it last a little longer”

Hell yea lets get it, round up the nuns and nurses lets SING !!

“But it sometimes seems to me the older I get, the more I have to learn” 😭

“We get so much out of love, we find strength in it and courage. Love is our foundation and our fuel”

DAMN IT WHY IS THE WRITING SO GREAT??!

HEIDI CAN WRITE MY EUOLGY SINCE SHE’LL BE THE CAUSE OF MY ACTUAL DEATH WHEN THIS SHOW IS OVER ONE DAY *WHICH IS HOPEFULLY NEVER, ..I MEAN DAYS OF OUR LIVES IS ON SEASON 50 SO IT’S NOT IMPOSSIBLE🙃🙃*

shelagh and sister j❤️❤️ so pure. I love their relationship + moments together

BUT I STILL *NEED* TRIXIE & SHELAGH TO HAVE A REAL FRIENDSHIP + ACTUAL SCENES TOGETHER

no sister, it’s not your fault that she ran away😢

broadcast about to be lit

Why did we never see Trixie giving Barbara a makeup lesson😭😂

Trixie getting excited about putting makeup on Babs like same 😂I like helping people with makeup *even though I’m not even that good haha*

“Oh some lipstick might be nice, with a touch of gay geranium you’d look quite like Jean Simmons” SISTER W SNEAKS OUT TO THE MOVIE THEATRE ON HER DAYS OFF AND NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE OK

PHYLLIS GARGLING OMG

WHY IS IT SO FUNNY 😂

yea sister E I’m sorry you were kinda bitchy

I’m sorry to call a fictitious nun a bitch oops lol

SHE’S GOING TO REDEEM HERSELF AND FIND SISTER MJ THOUGH SO IT’S OKAY!! 😭👏🏼👏🏼

Tom is so handsome! i think the collar distracts you from noticing though haha

What does wet behind the ears mean and why does it sound cringey?

on the next episode of I didn’t know I was pregnant: Christmas miracles in Poplar

No but for real it seriously was a show on TLC😂 I had a phase where I watched like every show on that channel

“Antonia! Nanny found a bible in your room again” so?? like you wish she would’ve found drugs or something?

Ugh I don’t think Sister MJ will live 3 more series & I WILL BE A WRECK™ WHEN SHE DIES

Surprise! you’re pregnant & will give birth in the next 12 mins before this show ends

imagine omg never mind not feeling safe Iris I’d be freaking tf out

I told you sister Julienne just shows up and speaks and you just feel calm

“Love is not going to be halved, but doubled” I swear someone says this again in another episode but I can’t remember

maybe I’m lying idk

The Fred + Sister E dynamic was golden

what is Sister Evangelina holding?

it looks like a bong tbh

Sister MJ saying pawning her mother’s jewels was an “interesting experience"😂 dios te bengida, she needs to always be protected

aw pats & deels reunited *and it feeelsss so gooddd*

Fred saying rigging this raffle is immoral like HE WASNT THE BIGGEST SCAMMER IN POPLAR

I was here for it though lol😂

Phyllis gargling 😂😂

Wait omg she has earrings on how precious!

I always notice when girls/women don’t have their ears pierced because I didn’t realize for the longest time that it’s mainly just hispanics that get their ears pierced when they’re babies😂 I’ve had mine since I was six weeks old👶🏼

"Beatrix Franklin, midwife of mystery” aka my bby and ray of sunshine✨😭

it’s all good though, Trixie has Christopher, Tom has Babs, now where’s my handsome Englishman??

cue Vanessa Redgrave

“Sometimes the route to joy is indirect, our journey home not quite as we expected. There is no magic star to guide our steps, no ancient prophecies to predict our way. The greatest gift is to know that we travel not alone, but in the company of others. That there are hands as can reach for and hearts to keep us warm..”

Laura’s angelic voice blessing™ me on this Saturday night

I need it after being degenerate every other day of the week

*sings loudly* CHRISTTTTTTTT THEEEE SAVIORRRR IS BORNNNNNN

AHH I WANT CHRISTMAS NOW ! + THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

patsy lowkey snuggled up on Phyllis I love it

Trixie is serving looks in the corner 😍!

I still want those hoop earrings she has!

And they finally got a tv😭👏🏼

“And the family gathered round, watching their faces flicker black and white. Their very presence in the room an act of love, a welcome home”

*BANGS FISTS ON AN IMAGINARY TABLE* THIS SHOW IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND PURE AND IF YOU DISAGREE WE CAN FIGHT

I love it

Now I must go. until next time..

#who lets me do these lol #I dont stop #call the midwife #my commentaries™#i have too much time on my hands #but not really #i am certified trash for this show

23 notes · View notes

soraryuuzaki · 7 years

Text

Wings @ Anaheim Day 1

ya girl hit the fangirl jackpot and got to perform with BTS. keep reading to find out how it went down

okay but like actually today was fucking amazing and i didn’t really expect it to be?????

like fuck dude i woke up this morning wishing i were with my girlfriend but settling instead for some dank league of legends while i ate breakfast and watched boku no hero academia with my sister as she procrastinated getting ready for the BTS concert she was going to tonight (4/1)

and so as i was laying on her bed with her she got a phone call from her musician friend Albert (sleightlymusical on youtube, shameless plug). he was calling cause he was playing violin for the BTS concert as part of a string quartet but one of their musicians-- a violist-- had to drop out last minute ‘cause he had some personal problems so they needed a string player asap and Albert called Arlene ‘cause she was the only violinist he knew well who lived in the area

so Arlene was fucking torn because she wanted to watch the concert with her friends but she also wanted to play and she realized i was right next to her and she was like ... do YOU want to play for the BTS concert?

and i was like uh sure

and she said okay well we gotta be there at 1 so go get ready

and i was like wtf dude it’s 12:30 what am i supposed to wear i haven’t showERED OR ANYTHING FUCK MY LIFE

so we hauled ass to the venue where Albert met up with us and gave me a staff pass and we went down to the room where the other two string players were waiting and they were like DUDE YOU JUST SAVED OUR ASSES okay here’s the deal we aren’t actually playing we’re basically stage props but here’s the music and yeah

so we spent about an hour trying to figure out what the fuck we were doing and then we got called onstage for rehearsal and i was like fuCK I’M NOT READY FOR THIS

when we got out there they were rehearsing Begin and holy shit jungkook was sO FUCKING CLOSE and all the other members were just sitting onstage and scrolling through their phones but holy shit they were so close to me and i was lowkey fangirling on stage

and then jimin went on with Lie and he was rehearsing and he botched the high note and just laughed it off and i laughed with him becuase fuCK ME he’s so cute and if a cute boy laughs you know i’m fucking going to laugh too okay

then it was our turn and we got to “accompany” suga when he sang / rapped First Love which fuck my LIFE it’s my favorite song on the album and i was just like starstruck when i was playing because he’s so beautiful and the song is so beautiful and i was just having an out of body experience like holy shit this was so surreal like aM I REALLY FUCKING HERE JUST WTF IS GOING ON like when the music started i was like huh where is he ‘cause he wasn’t onstage and then i turned around and realized that he was being ELEVATED ONSTAGE WITH A FUCKING PIANO RIGHT BEHIND ME AND I WAS FREAKING OUT like the entire itme i was playing i was just trying not to obviously stare at him but he’s just fucking gorgeous and i love the song and holy shit dude i was just having the time of my life and like some of the members were sitting literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME on the stage as we were playing and i was like internally hyperventilating

and when we played for Jin’s Awake we had no idea what we were doing either but i was also just staring at him like a shameless fangirl but i had to tone it down ‘cause i’m a fucking professional yanno but when he leaves the stage he crosses literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME so i was just staring at him wide-eyed as he walked right past me and i just died inside

but yeah we had no idea what we wer edoing during the rehearsal so afterwards we went back to our room and figured out some shit and then got lunch (they had catering backstage for the staff) and then took a nap and i realized i was still sweaty and greasy ‘cause i hadn’t showered that morning so i went home and showered and came back within an hour and a half ‘cause that’s how close i live to the venue and honestly the only reason why it took more than an hour was ‘cause i was checking with people constantly to make sure i could get back in after i left and i kept getting lost and shit but anyway i came back in time for dinner and guess who was in the fucking dining room with us

B T S

i’m a terrible fangirl so i couldn’t tell who exactly was sitting with us but i think it was J-Hope, Jimin, and V????? i think??????? but they were eating in the same room as me so i was honestly hella fucking starstruck

like legit i walked in and while i was getting food i think i was next to Jimin as he was getting tteokbokgi and i looked at him and was like huh he looks familiar and it wasn’t until i sat down with the other string players and they were like omg i can’t believe they’re actually eating with the crew like how down to earth and i was like huh and then i looked over and i was like FUCK I WAS RIGHT NEXT TO JIMIN and i had literally walked right past them all to get some water and i was so close and i was just like H O L Y S H I T i’m fucking dead goodbye someone kill me now i’m dead i can die happy right now

we weren’t allowed to take pictures backstage, and especially of the BTS members, for safety reasons ‘cause BTS had received death threats so it was important that their locations aren’t compromised (which is also why i have to wait until after the second concert is over to post this) but i was honestly so fucking starstruck i just went back to the room and sat there in awe

one of the other string players (not Albert) was sort of mocking the fans he saw outside? like he was like “lmao they’re like taking pictures of posters and shit” and i was hella judging him like why u gotta be like that let them enjoy themselves you arrogant piece of shit and also he was like “i’m gonna be so sick of this song” when we were trying to figure out what to do for First Love and i’m just like listen here you little shit this is a fine ass piece of music and so help me god you are going to stop being an arrogant piece of shit and he was just so condescending???? like ????? i don’t want to play into stereotypes but he goes to USC for a master’s in violin and like ???????????? i get that you’re good but do you need to be such an ass???

anyway we sort of chilled as the concert started and i decided i wanted to listen to them so i hung out backstage and listened to the opening number (Not Today) and i was jamming backstage and since no one was talking to me i decided to push my luck and ultimately ended up in the wing as i waited for my cue but i got to see them perform up close and it was so surreal hearing all the screams

and after they finished Dope they all ran riGHT FUCKING PAST ME as they headed to the changing tent and i was fucking starstruck and then i fucking went on and

it was fucking CROWDED like i knew it was going to be a full house but it didn’t really register to me that it was going to be a crowd of 18,000 people???? like holy shit???? it was just a sea of dark faces and lightsticks and i was like holy crap this is amazing because it just looks like a starry sky and my sister was in the crowd really close to the front and i saw her and she waved at me and i waved back and i was like O H M Y G O D I’M ACTUALLY DOING THIS and then the music started and i was just amazed as i played and watched the crowd and i was like wow this is so nice like this is such an amazing feeling and Suga was so cute and holy crap i was so close to him and i was just staring at him the entire time like I AM CLOSER THAN THE AVERAGE FAN WILL EVER BE IN THEIR LIFETIME HOLY FUCK

and then as soon as it started it was over and we were being rushed offstage and i wanted to stick around and watch but i got kicked off the wings and then out of the backstage area but i came back around Stigma and i was just U G H and i got to play for Awake, Jin’s solo, and that one is cool because the platforms move up and down so it was pretty fun on that one but it was funny because i was sitting next to the cellist and instead of going around the cellist’s endpin Jin just took this giant ass step over it and he walked literally RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME like he was trying to fucking walk past me to get to a seat in a lecture hall and i was just melting inside but i had to keep my cool because i’m a professional yanno

but yeah after that we got kicked out of the backstage area again but as we were leaving the stage i looked to my left and saw Jungkook practicing some choreography and he made eye contact with me and fUCKING BOWED TO ME AND I BOWED BACK AND I WAS JUST LIKE ?????? HOLY FUCK?????? DID I ACTUALLY??? JUST???? BOW?????? TO JUNGKOOK????????????????

i’m literally dead

but anyway after that we split up and albert and i went to try to figure out if we could watch the rest of the concert and we ran into two girls (Hannah and Loomy) and they showed us a good view but then we ended up leaving early ‘cause we didn’t want to get stuck in all the car traffic in the parking lot so we left

and honestly i’m home right now and typing this and i feel so fucking starstruck like h o l y s h i t that was amazing

and i get to do it again tomorrow

and i’m getting PAID

i’m fucking getting PAID to have the experience of a LIFETIME

i got to perform for 18,000 people

i got to share a stage with BTS

and i’m fucking getting PAID TO DO THIS

F U C K M E U P

#personal #fave

4 notes · View notes