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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 2 months

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There’s only one bed

Summary: you and Nat go in a mission and there’s only one bed

Word Count: 1.7k

fluff

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Natasha's POV:

Fury Just called me into his office to have a mission debriefing. Normally we'd have the brief with all the Avengers but, this is an undercover mission and let's just say majority of the team aren't very good at that. They blow their cover all the time and can't persuade people to save their lives. Ironic because that's exactly what it does on missions, save their life.

I've been told I'm going with someone but a name hasn't been given yet. I hope it's not an Agent from the academy. They're all newbies so I'll have to hold their hand the whole mission because they're clueless. As I'm walking I bump into Wanda.

"Oh hey, good luck on your mission!" she cheerfully said.

"Thanks also, do you know who I'm going with? I mean like any details about them?"

"All I know is apparently she's very popular among her fellow students, and by that I mean, she's hot."

"Students?! Great, so she's from the academy?"

"Yeah but, Fury wouldn't send her with you if she couldn't handle it."

"I guess your right but they can be really annoying needing to be walked through every single step of the mission."

"I guess you're right but, rumour has it, she's the best of the best. Your level even."

"Ha, I've heard that one a hundred times before, no one's better than me c'mon Wands you know that."

"Haha, yeaah I know Nat but just give her a chance?"

"Fine, I will but, I got to get to Fury now, I'll see you around."

"Bye, good luck!"

We parted ways and I gave her a smile. I walked into Fury's office and was welcomed by the sight of a beautiful woman with wavy y/h/c and shining y/e/c eyes. I going to be honest Wanda wasn't lying, she's perfect. Oh my god, I can't be thinking about these things she's my mission partner! She was already sat down in a chair opposite Fury when I came in so I took the chair beside her.

Fury started talking first, "Thank you for both making the time to be here, as you know this is an undercover mission so, pack a bag that'll last at least 2 day and 2 nights. We can never predict what'll happen at these kind of events."

"Speaking of, what event is it and why exactly are we going?" I questioned

"Well I'm glad you asked. It's part organised by Darren McHugh, not a big name in any industry but filthy rich. Attending the party is Lauren Emerson, your target. All you need is information from her about a weapon Hydra is developing. Her father has every Hydra scientist and engineer in his pocket so, she'll know a lot. Now, she's interested in women which is why there is no men on this case with you. I need you y/n to seduce her and get intel while Natasha watches your 6 and looks for another possible target who, isn't confirmed to be there, but there's a good chance he will be.” Fury explained.

"What's the other guys name?" the other girl asked Fury responded, "James Scott."

"Is that all?" I ask

"Yes that's all. Here's your personal copies of the file and be ready at the quinjet in 30 minutes."

With that we both left but I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment shoot through me at the thought of her flirting with other people. Damn I really need to snap out of this.

I got up to my room and pack my things. I also put in my red dress and black heels for the party and go to the quinjet. As I'm walking I see her already standing there. She catches me staring as I walk towards her and she extends her hand.

Reader POV:

I look over and see Agent Romanoff coming towards me, eyes trained directly at me. I offer my hand for her to shake and she does. "Agent y/l/n, y/n y/l/n."

“Natasha Romanoff.” She responds

With that we both boarded the ship, settled down and engaged in conversation. It was a long flight and we were going to have to spend the next 24-48 hours together so, may as well get to know each other. This conversation however turned into shamelessly flirting with each other constantly.

Time skip to when the ship lands and they get to the hotel (still reader pov):

We get the the hotel and Natasha asks for our reservation at the front desk. While she's doing that I take a minute to really take in this place because it's massive. There's a chandelier on the ceiling and art all over the walls. The architecture is beautiful and it has gold accents along every wall. It also smelt like vanilla, don't know why that's relevant but it smells nice.

I hear a 'thank you' and 'enjoy your stay' so I assume that Nat has got the key so I begin walking to the lift (elevator). I step in and so does Natasha just a bit behind me. She presses the button to the 5th floor and we stand in a comfortable silence for the short 10 second ride. The doors open with a ding and we step out and go look for our room. Natasha takes the lead and goes straight to our door and opens it with the key card.

"Wow Shield really outdid themselves with this one ay?" I think aloud

"Yeah, they really did." She agreed

As we were walking around the both of us were quick to realise something.

"There's only one bed." Natasha pointed out

"I was just thinking the same thing. I'll take the sofa I don't mind at all." I say trying to come up with a solution.

"No, it's okay I can." Natasha instantly tries to shut me down

"Honestly I'll sleep there it's fine." I repeat

"Look uhm, you don't have to but to save ourselves a very polite argument do you wanna just share it. I mean it's a double so..?" She nervously asked

"Yeah sure I mean, if your up for it?" I half mumble

"I'm the one who suggested it dummy of course i'm up for it."

I chuckle at her response and put down my bags by the bed. If I was being honest with myself I couldn't help the butterflies that formed when thinking about sharing a bed with her. Goddamnit, she's my superior I can't be thinking like this.

Natasha POV:

I brush my teeth and get changed in the bathroom whilst y/n orders room service. When I walk out she was getting changed so she only had a bra and pyjama trousers on.

"Oh.., oh! I'm so sorry!"

No sorry it's my fault I should've told you I was changing."

"It's fine, I mean we're both girls right? Nothing we haven't seen before."

"Yeah, yeah you're right, both girls."

"Never seen a girl with abs like that though."

The blush spread on her face faster than a forrest fire. She was flustered and I took great pride in knowing I did that. I made my way to the kitchen so I'd be ready for room service when it came.

Three knocks at the door alerted me that the food was here. I thanked the staff and put the food on the counter.

"Hey y/n tea's here!" I yelled to her. (It depends where your from but tea is just how we say evening meal, like dinner)

"Thank god, i'm starving." She gave me bright smile before plating everything up.

We sit on the sofa with our food and watch whatever trashy TV shows are on. We laugh at parts of it and it gives me butterflies, her laugh has quickly become my favourite sound. It's just so beautiful and care free, it also means she's happy which makes me happy. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear her softly say.

"Hey you okay? Lost you for a second there."

“Yeah, oh um, yeah I'm fine just thinking."

“About what? You were very focused."

"Nothing don't worry about it. Anyway, it's late we should go to bed."

"Your right I'll take the plates into the kitchen."

While she was doing that I went to the bedroom and set up the bed. I was laying down when she came in, she tentatively lowered herself o to the bed and layer down facing me.

"You sure it was nothing?"

"It wasn't really nothing and I'm about to talk a lot and I don't want you to talk till I'm done okay?" I respond with a hesitancy in my tone.

"Go for it." she says.

"I like you, like really like you. I know it's wrong because I'm your superior and your not even out the academy yet but I'm 25 and your what like, 20, 21 give or take so it's not like it's weird. Also can you blame me? You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Even though we only just met I can't help falling for you y/n. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the friendship we built today but I really needed to get that off my chest."

I look her deep in the eyes for any kind of reaction to what I just said. After a couple seconds of processing she smiled at me. Probably the biggest smile i've ever seen her have. She still hasn't said anything so I speak up. "Well?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she gently grabs my face and kisses me softly. Our lips dance against one another as second nature. Once air becomes a problem we release from each other's grasp.

"I like you too, if that wasn't already clear."

She giggled like a school girl when I grabbed her waist and started peppering kisses all over her face. She stopped and snuggled closer to me and buried her head in my chest.

"This woman is the one for me" I thought to myself as I held her safe in my arms. Although I really wasn't looking forward to this mission now.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #marvel fanfiction #marvel #wlw #lesbian pride #wlw fanfic #lesbian #sapphic #wlw pride

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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Ghost!Robin Part 9

First, Previous

I'm posting early this Wednesday! I've down time at work as I wait for the centrifuge to stop spinning my antibodies (48 minutes left of 2 hours). And I have plans after work. So it's either now or at 11 pm my time.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason.

Word Count: 1.2k

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Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

Thank the ancients for Jazz, because he had no idea how to respond to that. She was the one who placed a hand on Jason’s arm and asked, “What’s Lazarus water?”

Meanwhile, Danny focused on sending out calm, no danger, safe feelings to counteract Jason’s projections.

It seemed to work slightly as Jason lowered his gun, but he didn’t put it away. “Just green, bubbling liquid that collects in pits and will kill the healthy but return the mortally wounded to life with a side dose of uncontrollable rage.” His eyes were glued to the duck in Danny’s hands.

That sounded like the opposite of good, Pariah curse it. “Jazz, why do your in-laws keep giving me more work to do?” Danny groaned as he mentally moved a few things around his to-do list.

He handed the duck to Robin who gave a thanks trill as he took it.

Danny continued, “And, Jason, can you tell me where these pits are so I can get rid of them? Sounds like there’s some leaks between the Infinite Realms and the moral realms that were never dealt with because Pariah was the worst.”

“Who is this ‘Pariah’ person?” asked Damian. “You have mentioned them before.”

Danny was going to reply when Alfred cleared his throat and the table went silent to look at him. “I understand there’s a lot of information everyone wants to know from our guests, however I believe it has been recognized that they wish us no harm. So perhaps we might allow them to at least taste the pie Master Jason and I worked hard on? We also have ice cream, Mr. Danny.”

Jazz took the excuse to tug on Jason’s arm. He hesitated a moment, still looking uncertainly at his ghost playing with the duck, but obediently sat down without saying anything more.

“I haven’t had ice cream in ages,” admitted Danny. “Haven’t even been on Earth for months my-time. Only been a few weeks Earth-time, though.” Taking his fork in hand, he tried a bite of the pie. It had at least four different types of fruit from what he could see—cherries, raspberries, strawberries, and peaches. It was amazing. Over the time they’d been talking, it had cooled slightly, but was still warm. “Holy shit, you two made this? It’s so good!” Without waiting for a response he took another bite. “Ancients, I miss Earth food when I’m gone so long. Jazz, can we get burgers tomorrow?”

“Of course, Danny. Has it really been that long for you? When was the last time you saw Sam and Tucker?”

Danny shrugged as he swallowed. “I’ve been out of contact with anyone for a month my-time. Grandpa had me on another planet doing time-stream stuff. But Sam and Tuck were with me in the Realms before that. We had about a week together and they saw me off.”

“I have so many questions based off that statement,” said Dick.

“I’m compiling a list, Dick,” said Tim from the other side of the table.

Alfred cleared his throat again and about half the table muttered a “sorry.”

“Now, Mr. Danny, for ice cream, I’ve made French vanilla and chocolate. Would you like to try one or both?”

“You made the ice cream? I don’t think I’ve ever had homemade ice cream before. Can I take some of both?”

“Of course. Master Jason, could you pass the ice cream to Mr. Danny?”

The wave of annoyance that radiated out of Jason told Danny exactly what he thought of that suggestion. Robin clucked his tongue in reproach. But out loud, Jason just said, “Of course.” He grabbed a covered bucket which must hold the ice cream and passed it to Jazz who gave it to Danny.

“Thanks, dead boyfriend number two!” With a grin, Danny sent back friends, gratitude, happiness to Jason. Just to be contrary.

Jason’s projections morphed into confusion, frustration.

Danny and Robin looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Mind explaining what’s so funny to the class?” asked Jazz with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Rather than answer her directly, Danny spoke to Jason. “Hey, Jay, can I call you Jay? Well, we’re gonna be brothers-in-law so I’m gonna. You really need to work on controlling what emotions you’re projecting. Otherwise I might get hurt by how much you don’t trust me.” He pouted and played up the offense, but only held it for a second before opening the ice cream and giving himself a large scoop of each flavor. “Oh, Robin, you can eat the duck, by the way. Like a popsicle. Have dessert with us.”

“What do you mean projecting? And brothers-in-law?” demanded Jason.

Danny ignored him in favor of Robin who grinned widely and licked the head of the duck. Outwardly, he projected tasty, gratitude. To really push the point home, he popped the head of the duck in his mouth and used his now-free hands to sign something.

Dick translated, “He says it’s good.”

“Of course it is. He’s a baby ghost, needs his ecto!” Danny took a bite of ice cream.

Jazz cleared her throat and said in a conversational tone, “Danny, remember the conversation we had about spoilers?”

“Hmmm?” asked Danny around a spoonful of pie. It was so good.

“Spoilers, Danny. You’ve let some slip.”

“I have?” Danny thought back over the things he’d said recently and froze. “You and Jason aren’t engaged yet.”

Jazz closed her eyes and looked up. “No, Danny. We’re not.”

Danny flushed and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry! Honest mistake. At least I haven’t told you how—”

Jazz slammed a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare, Daniel James! No spoilers!”

Danny grinned into her hand and licked her palm.

“Danny! Gross!” she cried as she pulled her hand away. “I know you have hand sanitizer in that bottomless pit of yours. Pass it over.”

As he was reaching into his bag, he noticed Robin had left his spot in front of Danny and moved until he was floating in front of Bruce where he seemed to be signing something. Cass stood up and took her plate, moving to sit next to Steph and Robin took her seat. The ghost smiled up at Bruce who looked back at him with a frown.

Danny sent out a pulse of concern, you okay?

Robin nodded. Happy, comfortable.

Ghosts couldn’t lie when they communicated with core-feelings, so Danny nodded and went back to searching for the hand sanitizer which he handed to Jazz.

Jason was back to staring at him, though. “Hey, Alfie? Can I ask Danny a question?”

Alfred let out a put-upon sigh. “You, and you alone”—he gave a look to everyone at the table—“may ask Mr. Danny a single question. All other questions must wait until Mr. Danny has finished his dessert and informs you he is willing to answer more of them.”

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I just want to tell all of you how much I loved every comment demanding Danny get to eat his pie. You all really made my week.

Over the weekend, I shared a bit more of the fic where Danny and Tim were online childhood friends. Check it out if that's something you're interested in!

And I guess I didn't include line I shared as part of the tag game in this update. I'm trying to give myself more of a buffer in case I can't get as much writing done in the upcoming weeks, so the segments I share might by somewhat shorter.

Tag List Part 1

@addie-lover-of-stories, @justwannabecat, @gin2212, @amercurio, @regonold, @overtherose, @readerzj, @sjrose1216, @echoednonny, @deeterzz, @blu-lilac, @number-one-jew, @rowanaway-fromthisbs, @vythika96, @tired-yet-awaken, @themirrorghost, @emeraldcorpral, @all-mights-asscheeks, @darkhinauniverse, @blep-23, @phandomhyperfixationblog, @larkcoe1, @thegatorsgoose, @job-ross-the-second, @britcision, @lenacraft, @bubblemixer, @androgynouslordofescapism, @purefrickingspite, @leftmiraclechaos, @lizisipancardo, @starlight-sparks, @miraculousandmore, @gildedphoenix, @sometimesthingsfallapart, @letmesayfuxk, @phoenixcatch7, @skulld3mort-1fan, @abaowo, @dhampir-princess, @idkmrpianoman, @sarina-elais, @ballzfrog-blog, @undead-essence, @spookytragedyshark, @flyingpansaurus, @akintoabitch, @marivictal, @8-29pm, @justreadingthefanfics, @happybear135, @kisatamao, @spoopyspoony, @adorablechaos, @sara0055, @screamingtofillthevoid

#dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #jazz fenton #anger managment #ghost!robin #my writing #he got his pie!#and alfred is glaring at every single person who looks like they are going to ask a question #its very effective #bruce doesnt know how to face the ghost of his worst mistake #but ghost!robin gets it #better than living jason #after all when bruce brought in kid!jason #it was just the two of them

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kzuhasgf · 9 months

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late night worries

pairing — huh yunjin x 6th member!reader

it's late, and yunjin finds her way onto your bed. you soothe her worries.

tags — gn!reader (ethnicity friendly), idol!au, genre — fluff, hurt/comfort, romance word count — 1,574

notes — I couldn't sleep tonight, so I made this instead. reader is the same age as yunjin

busy schedules, busy dates. it's common for idols to have their days, weeks, and months booked and planned out, so it wasn't practice for you to maximize and make the most out of your free time.

you and the girls have been extremely busy, which has become even more exhausting in recent weeks as you prepare for your "Flame Rises" tour, which will take you and the girls to different parts of asia.

nothing could keep you and your bandmates from giving it your all and making your first tour as successful as possible. you didn't want to, but you have overworked yourself here and there, but not to the point where it seriously affected you.

hours of long practice later, you and the girls walked back into your dorm, eunchae's eyes drooping from how drained she was. sakura used the little energy she had left to reheat some homemade food she had made days prior, hoping everyone could still eat a meal before heading to bed.

after having a quiet dinner, you all sleepily waved to each other, "goodnight," retreating to your rooms after washing up and relaxing. everyone seemed to fall asleep once they climbed into their beds, but you and yunjin had other plans.

you had no idea she was even awake. you were still up because you enjoyed having skincare routines and dressing in your comfiest clothes before going to bed, but also because you wanted to pamper yourself before another day of exhaustion began.

you patted your cheeks and lightly washed your hands after you applied moisturizer to your face. you went through your closet, taking out your favorite pajamas and hoodie (unsurprisingly yunjin's), putting them on before stretching and plopping onto your bed.

you breathed a long sigh and curled up in your blanket, falling asleep, your eyes tired from being open for so long.

it had been at least thirty minutes, and you were still dozing off. you drifted to sleep, then slowly opened your eyes again, repeating the process. some things kept you awake at night for you to be this way, but it happens to everyone, so it was okay.

your lover seemed to be going through the same thing.

yunjin couldn't help but sit up from her sheets after an hour of tossing and turning, unable to sleep due to the worries that knawed at the back of her mind. she walked through the hallway, footsteps light, before stopping at your door and turning the knob.

she peeked her head in, noticing you left your night light on, and she smiled and adored you, eyes softening, before quietly stepping in and closing the door.

you heard someone enter during your light sleep, and you raised your head, not processing anything, until you saw your girlfriend kneeling beside you, looking adorably yet unusually lost.

"baby? what are you doing here?" You slurred.

"y/n," she fidgets with her fingers.

"oh, can't sleep? c'mere."

with a sleepy smile, you welcomed her, and she gladly crawled under the covers and into your loving arms.

she laid her head on your chest, and you ran a hand through her hair, humming and kissing the crown of her head.

"what's wrong, baby?"

yunjin felt hesitant.

"I'm... scared. and nervous." you hummed again, remaining silent so she could speak.

"I've never been so tense before. the last time I felt like this was when the rankings were announced during produce 48,"

hearing that made your head perk up. albeit sleepy, you still cared about your girlfriend and her well-being, so you tried your best to stay awake despite everything in your body telling you to shut down.

yunjin, your lover who knows you so well, noticed your eyes closing repeatedly and thought you were so cute that she smiled and took a second before kissing your lips.

"you don't have to stay awake, my love. I just need someone to listen."

you nodded at her and closed your eyes, listening to her open about her problems quietly.

"I'm scared for our tour because it's the first time we've ever had one, and it's also my first time experiencing one. sakura and chaewon unnie have done this before, so they might not relate to me. for kazuha and eunchae, I've found it difficult to talk about how I feel because I don't want to burden them."

"they're much newer to the industry than I am, and sometimes, it makes me think that I shouldn't feel this way."

hearing her concerns and what they were about made your ears perk up a little. because you knew yunjin, and hearing her this distressed jolted you awake to some extent.

she always looked forward to performing, and she always looked happiest when she was on stage. you knew this well, so her nervous and unsure demeanor made you slightly concerned.

"continue, baby."

"and sometimes I don't know what to do. you're the only person I want to turn to because I know you understand me, and you'd never judge me because you love me for who I am."

"you... love me."

"I love you, jennifer." you nodded in agreement.

"it's so difficult now that everything's sinking in. are we really going on tour in two weeks? am I even prepared for it? what if I don't satisfy the fans well enough, and what if they don't like our performances?"

"all our practices have also been so exhausting. and I'm so, so tired."

"but I have to fight through. I have to because I'm not the only one going through this. the other girls are doing this, you're doing this, and just because I'm feeling a little worse than the rest of us, does that really mean I have a say in... anything?"

you shook your head, not liking her words one single bit.

"baby, enough. you're just feeling sorry for yourself now. don't invalidate your feelings like that."

"I-" she paused, pressing her face closer to your chest, then quietly said, "I'm sorry, my love..."

you sighed and furrowed your brows, apologizing for being too direct. yunjin meant the world to you, and you both knew she valued herself more than this. everything that was going on was wearing her out and her emotions.

"you can tell me anything, baby. and you know what? I'm so glad you did."

"because I am here to tell you that you really are the greatest person I've ever met. whether you're on stage, doing random dances in the practice room, chopping fruits in the kitchen, strumming on your guitar, writing songs, or lying in this bed with me,"

"nothing will ever change my mind. you are the greatest, and everyone around you thinks the same."

"you've always put yourself and your enjoyment first, so why should it be different this time? just because it's our first tour? this is my first time experiencing this too, and even though I'm also tired from all the work we've been doing, it will all pay off in the end, trust me."

"we get to see all of our fans, who are so eager to cheer, support, and watch us strengthen our bond as a group. I'm worried about making mistakes, but instead of viewing it as something to bother me, I try to look past it and be positive about it."

"I'm also looking forward to the time we'll be spending together and the hardships we go through during it."

"and, most importantly, we should not forget that you are the huh yunjin. that is who you are. you have millions tripping over for you, baby. I am actually so lucky to have you. you always look and do your best when you're having fun, so when the time comes that we have to perform, try to look on the bright side of things and enjoy, okay?"

"you. are. amazing. I love you." you repeatedly poked her nose.

yunjin was rendered speechless. she had no words to say... and didn't even realize she was crying until you put your hands on her face and wiped her tears away. streaming down her cheeks, she exhaled before closing her eyes and resting her face in the crook of your neck.

you gently patted and stroked her back, humming one of the songs she made for you in return.

"It's okay, baby, I'm here."

she quietly sobbed, wrapping her arms around your neck, sniffling, and wetting your (her) hoodie with the emotions she'd been holding in for so long.

"I, I-"

"shh, it's okay, baby. breathe."

she began hyperventilating, all her worries crashing down on her, clouding her thoughts. but eventually, it faded, and you did nothing but the best of your ability to comfort her and help her calm down. she thanked you profusely, wondering how she had met someone like you in this lifetime and how happy she was to be your lover.

"and, one last thing. jen?"

"mhm?"

"you will never be a burden to us, okay?"

she just smiled and nodded through her tears, hugging you again tightly. "okay." she whispered and closed her eyes.

you had no idea how you ended up together and how your paths intertwined, but you didn't want it any other way.

actually, you would want it in any other way. as long as it was with her.

and as long as you could do this, you would always want it, time and time again.

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ending notes — OH MY GOD I'M A GENIUS I'm an actual genius

#yunjin x reader #huh yunjin x reader #yunjin imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim fluff #le sserafim imagines #yunjin #huh yunjin #🍃kachi's works

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bupia · 6 months

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Can you please do 2, 14, and 48 (smut prompts) with Copia? Thank you <3

TENDER SEX

"I've never done it before..." "Well, neither have I." "You've never even touch yourself?" "I'll guide you."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(AFAB!Reader: semi public sex; dirty talk; swearing; Italian swearing; oral sex m-afab!r/afab!r-m; unprotected sex; breeding)

Available on AO3

Day 23 | Day 25

This is a part 3 from Erotic Photos and Phone Sex

As the days stretched on without Cardinal Copia, you couldn't help but feel a growing sense of longing. It had been a while since you last laid eyes on him, and the emptiness in your heart was undeniable. You understood the demands of his commitment to the Ghost project, but that didn't stop you from missing him. Was it selfish to wish for his presence, even if just for a little while?

The memory of your last video call together was etched in your mind. It had been a bittersweet moment, knowing that it marked the last time you saw him, even if it was through a screen. Copia's relentless schedule had him hopping from one city to another, making it nearly impossible to have those long, heart-to-heart conversations that you craved. It wasn't anger that you felt, just an ache in your heart that grew with each passing day.

But life went on, and you couldn't let yourself be consumed by the void his absence left behind. The Ministry demanded your attention, just like any other morning. Today, it was the mundane task of dealing with the laundry, and you were diligently folding the crisp, white sheets. The routine of it all helped to keep your thoughts at bay, at least for a little while.

Your lips moved silently, humming a tune that brought a touch of comfort to the laundry room as you meticulously sorted the sheets. The early hour meant that there were only a handful of your fellow siblings of sin present, but it was enough to keep the laundry process moving along smoothly. The familiar sounds of fabric rustling and the soft hum of the washing machines filled the room.

As the door to the laundry room creaked open, you didn't immediately shift your focus, assuming it was just another member of the clergy coming to lend a hand with the chores.

However, the sudden movement and commotion among your fellow siblings of sin made you furrow your brows in suspicion. Something wasn't right. As the others shifted toward the direction of the door, a wave of unease washed over you. Before you could react, you felt two strong hands grip your hips from behind, sending a shock of fear racing through your veins.

In that moment, a surprised squeak escaped your lips, your heart pounding in your chest as you turned your head, and there he was, the source of your longing and the cause of your surprise—Copia. His face broke into a wide, brilliant smile as his eyes met yours. The shock that had gripped you moments ago melted away, replaced by pure joy. Without a second thought, you turned your entire body to face him, closing the distance in an instant.

Your arms reached out, wrapping themselves tightly around his neck, and you felt him respond in kind, his strong arms enveloping your waist. The embrace was so tight, so close, that it felt as if your two bodies had become one.

You snuggled your head on Copia's neck, finding solace in his presence. "What are you doing here, Copia?" you inquired, curiosity and relief lacing your voice.

Copia chuckled softly, his breath a comforting rhythm against your ear. "We managed to come back earlier than I thought we would."

Your brows furrowed in curiosity. "How? What happened?"

Copia hesitated for a moment, a hint of annoyance crossing his features. "Eh... an annoying thing actually," he began.

Your concern deepened, and you gently pulled your face away from his neck to look into his eyes. "What? What happened, Copia?"

He met your gaze with a gentle smile and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on your forehead. "Let's not talk about it now, sì? I want us to enjoy the moment now." His voice was filled with affection and a hint of mischief.

A smile graced your lips, and you whispered, "Well, I'm glad that you came back, Copia..." Your words trailed off as you leaned in to give him a sweet peck on his lips. "I'm really glad."

Copia's gaze held a deep affection as he responded, "I'm glad to be back to you..." He took a step forward, still keeping you securely in his arms, causing your back to gently bump into one of the washing machines.

Your eyes remained locked on each other, an unspoken connection that transcended words. With a soft sigh, you removed your arms from around him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and gently stroking them with your thumbs. Copia leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender and loving kiss.

You inhaled deeply, your entire being melting in the warmth of his embrace. Copia's lips felt incredibly soft, and the connection between your mouths was perfect, as though they were made to fit together. His arms gradually unwound from around your body, his hands finding their way to your back, where he caressed you with delicate and tender touches of his fingertips.

With a subtle tilt of his head, the kiss deepened, evolving into something more passionate. Your tongues met in a sensual dance, a symphony of desire that only seemed to intensify with each passing moment.

The intensity of the kiss had your body instinctively pressing against his, and Copia responded by moving his hands to your hips, sliding them down to your backside. It was a heated, passionate moment, but your instincts kicked in, and you reluctantly broke the kiss.

"Copia!" you chuckled, your cheeks flushed.

"Eh? What?" he inquired, looking slightly bewildered.

"Someone can come in!"

His eyes widened in realization, and he turned his gaze toward the door, then back to you. "Should we... put a sock on the doorknob?" he teased playfully.

Your laughter filled the room as you leaned in for a quick peck on his lips. "Maybe just... lock it?"

"L-Lock... it?" Copia stammered, his own nervousness beginning to surface.

A hint of shyness washed over you, and you took a deep breath before nodding your head.

"Eh... I've never done it before... I mean... in a laundry room..." Copia admitted in a calm tone.

You couldn't help but giggle. "Well, neither have I..."

He began to say something, but you didn't let him finish. Instead, you nodded in agreement and bit your lower lip, your hand slowly trailing down his chest, making his eyes close and a sigh escape his lips.

"Lock the door, Cardinal..." you whispered, your voice laced with anticipation and a hint of mischief.

Copia, with a sly grin, quickly moved to lock the door, ensuring that your intimate encounter would remain undisturbed. The audible click of the lock sent a thrill down your spine, intensifying the atmosphere in the secluded laundry room.

His eyes met yours, with desire and affection in his gaze. You felt a rush of anticipation as he drew you closer. The hum of the washing machines became a distant echo as Copia leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that reignited the passion between you.

"I missed..." Copia began, his words slipping between kisses, "...you."

A smile tugged at your lips, and you replied softly, "I missed you..." punctuating your words with sweet pecks, "...so much."

He withdrew slightly, his intense gaze capturing yours as his hands gently cradled your face. "You were really bad to me on this tour..."

Your eyebrows raised, and you played the role of the innocent one. "What? What have I done?"

Copia leaned in to whisper, "Made me want you. Want you so much that it made me feel like I was dying for you. All the moments I got hard on stage just with the thought of you... not fair... not fair, amore."

His confession sent a delightful shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. "Well, I can't say I'm sorry for that," you teased, your fingers gently brushing his cheek. "But now, you've got me all to yourself."

His voice was a soft, seductive murmur as he declared, "I intend to fulfill my promise of claiming you entirely..."

A thrill of anticipation danced in your eyes as you met Copia's gaze, his whispered promise sending a rush of desire through your veins. Lowering his head to your neck, he fervently pressed his lips to your skin, alternating between ardent kisses and sensual, gentle sucks.

Your fingers deftly moved to his biretta, lifting it from his head and carefully placing it on the washing machine behind you. Your hands then found their way to his hips, pulling him closer, and your arms wrapped around his back, drawing him in with an insatiable desire. With your eyes closed, you savored every sensation—the softness of his lips, the warmth of his breath, the cool moisture of his saliva, and the gentle tickle of his mustache against your neck. It was an intoxicating symphony of feelings that enveloped you in the moment.

"Mmm... Copia..." you purred and began to giggle. "I can't believe we're about to fuck in the laundry room..."

Copia chuckled softly against your neck, his hand finding the back of your neck and tangling his fingers in your hair, his touch caressing your nape. You emitted a soft groan and raised a leg to rub it against his own.

"We can find somewhere else if you prefer, amore..." he whispered, his voice sultry and tempting.

"No," you replied with unwavering desire. "I can't wait for it anymore, I need you to fuck me here, to touch me, to make me yours."

Copia's playful tone teased, "You want me to touch you? Why? You've never even touched yourself?" He brought his face closer to yours, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You chuckled, feeling a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "Oh, you're going to mock me now, Cardinal?" you teased back. "If you only knew how many times I touched myself thinking about you, and this..."

With your bold confession, you boldly reached for the bulge in his pants, and Copia's body tensed in response. He bit his lower lip, a low growl escaping him, and a devilish grin curved at the corner of his lips.

"Will you tell me about all those times?" Copia asked, leaning his face closer to yours, his eyes locked onto yours.

You brought your face even closer to his, your lips nearly touching. "I can..." you breathed, your voice a tantalizing whisper. "But I thought you would prefer to fuck me instead of talking."

"Cazzo, amore!" Copia exclaimed, his arousal evident in his tone and the hardness pressing against you. "You make me so hard..."

"Mmm... I can feel it..." you whispered, your hand gently squeezing his hardness.

"For the days I've been gone," Copia began, pulling away from you, and he started to unbutton his mozzetta. "Have you been attending the Mass?" he asked while removing his mozzetta.

"Some of them..." you replied, your gaze fixed on him.

"Bene," he said, untying his fascia from around his body, letting it fall to the floor, and then he moved on to his cassock, beginning to unbutton it. "What about confessions? Have you been confessing your sins?" he asked, peeling off his cassock.

You shook your head.

"It's not because our Dark Lord doesn't reprimand your sins that you should hide them," he admonished, moving his hands to his pants. "You have been sinning, sì?"

"A lot..." you admitted, biting your lip. "Especially when I think about a certain Cardinal..."

"And still, no confessions..." he shook his head, feigning disappointment.

"Is it because I don't want to confess them to our Papa," you said, taking a step towards him. "I want to confess them to my Cardinal..." you whispered, your hand reaching for his on his pants, your fingertips caressing his skin.

"In that case, on your knees for your Cardinal," he said with a mischievous grin, his eyes filled with anticipation.

You knelt obediently before him, and Copia's eyes smoldered with desire as he undid his pants. You eagerly reached for them, pulling them down. His member was already hard, and it sprang free from his pants. You gasped in surprise at the sight of it; it was larger and thicker than it had appeared in the photos and videos, the reality of it causing a surge of excitement and desire to course through you.

With a hunger in your eyes, you licked your lips and wrapped your hand around his throbbing member, stroking it slowly up and down. It quivered under your touch, and a pleasurable shiver ran through your body.

"Mmm...." he hummed in pleasure. "Molto bene, amore..."

You continued your attentive ministrations, feeling his member throb against your palm. The intoxicating sensation sent a rush of warmth between your legs, making you increasingly wet. You couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and with a bold move, you took him into your mouth, causing him to moan in ecstasy.

You began to suck on him, your head bobbing back and forth, your mouth expertly working over his throbbing length. The sounds of his pleasure filled the laundry room, a harmonious blend of your desires merging into a crescendo of passion and lust.

"I was right..." he began to say, his hand tenderly caressing your hair. "Your sinful mouth would really look amazing around my cock."

You moaned softly in response, your tongue swirling sensually over the tip of his throbbing member, savoring the salty precum that oozed out. With a tantalizing touch, you sucked on it gently, feeling it grow even harder within your mouth. You looked up at him, and saw his eyes glaze over with lust.

"I imagined this so many times," he admitted, his hands cradling your face, fingers tangled in your hair. "And..." he growled, biting his lower lip, "You look so beautiful, so utterly exquisite, while you're sucking my cock..."

With a playful roll of your eyes, you took more of him into your mouth. Copia moaned loudly in response and began to thrust into your mouth, the rhythmic in-and-out motion sending waves of pleasure through both of you. You made every effort to accommodate him, trying to take more of him each time he thrust inside, but his impressive size proved a tantalizing challenge. The remainder of him hung over your tongue, and you moaned sensually around his shaft, causing him to groan with unrestrained desire.

"Is that what you wanted, amore?" he asked, a hint of mischief in his tone. "Having my cock all for you?"

You nodded, your desire evident in your eyes, making words unnecessary. Copia, teasingly, pulled his member out of your mouth, and you whimpered softly, longing for his return. He extended a hand toward you, and you eagerly grabbed it, getting up from the floor.

Still a little breathless from the previous activities, you stammered, "W-What...?"

Copia inhaled deeply and shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes. "Unfortunately, your Cardinal also did a bad thing..."

Your heart raced as he knelt before you. "I need to confess..." he began, going with his hands under your habit. "I also have sinned..." he continued, his fingers tracing your skin. "Just pleasuring myself thinking about you, all those infernal days far from you..." His words sent a thrill through you, and as he reached for the waistbands of your underwear and pulled it down to your ankles, tossing it aside, you couldn't help but moan in anticipation.

Copia's hands caressed your thighs, and he went with his head under your habit, moving it closer to your wetness. As you felt his warm breath against your already dripping core, your legs trembled with desire. You reached for your habit, lifting it. As you did so, you caught a glimpse of Copia, his face flushed with anticipation, looking up at you.

He gently traced his tongue along your sensitive area, savoring your taste, and you responded with a soft gasp, your body arching slightly in response. A smile played on his lips as his tongue teased your most sensitive spot.

"You're so wet already, amore mio," he whispered, his voice filled with desire. "I can tell how much you want me."

You couldn't deny it, nor did you want to. Your desire for him had been a constant ache during his absence. All you had longed for was him, day and night, in every way imaginable.

"I want you so much, Copia..." you confessed in a soft whimper. "I need you so much..."

Copia grinned at you and then eagerly returned to pleasuring you. His mouth closed around your sensitive nub, his tongue swirling and teasing as you cried out, gasping from the overwhelming sensation. You tossed your head back in ecstasy, but soon your gaze returned to the sight of his head between your legs, captivated by the lustful connection you were sharing. Your juices flowed freely over his chin, and he lapped them hungrily.

"Ah! Copia... that's so good... please don't stop..." you moaned in pleasure, your voice filled with a deep longing for him.

His tongue darted between your folds, and you felt yourself shudder. He lapped at your juices, and then pushed two fingers inside you. You cried out, and then he added a third one.

"Does this feel better than when you do it?" Copia inquired as his fingers worked their magic.

"Yes... yes... yes... so much better... oh, fuck!" You gasped and writhed in response.

"You are so tight here..." he commented, fingers pumping your entrance with expert precision.

He curled his fingers upward to search for your spot, and as soon as he found it, you screamed out, throwing your head back in ecstasy. Copia grinned at your response, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, your body craving more of his skilled touch, your desires consuming you.

Copia began to move his fingers in slow, sensual circles, and you couldn't hold back your screams. Your entire body trembled with the intensity of the pleasure. But then, suddenly, he stopped. You looked down, curious, and saw his fingers glistening with your juices.

With an alluring hunger in his eyes, he brought his fingers to his face, opening his mouth and sliding his fingers inside. He sucked on them greedily, cleaning them thoroughly, savoring the taste of your desire. The sight of his unabashed desire and the intimate act intensified the desire between you, making you ache for more.

He stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze locked onto you. Your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hairy chest being exposed, and you bit the corner of your lower lip in anticipation. Unable to contain your desire, you turned your back to him, leaning your body against the washing machine, and subtly spreading your legs.

"Please, Copia... Don't make me beg for it," you pleaded, looking back at him over your shoulder. "I need you inside me... Please, just take me now." The urgency in your voice conveyed your insatiable desire for him.

Your passionate words had the desired effect on Copia, igniting a fierce desire within him. He approached you with deliberate slowness, his fingers tracing a tantalizing path down the center of your back until they reached your enticing curves. His hand wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him, and he placed his other hand on your small of your back. Leaning in, his lips brushed against your neck, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

"Say it again..." he whispered in a low, demanding tone.

"Please, my Cardinal... Make me yours..."

As the words left your lips, he slid his hands up your thighs, his fingers caressing your flesh. You gasped at the electrifying touch, your body arching in response to his sensual exploration. He ran his fingers through your folds, teasing you before he pushed one finger inside you.

"Copia... Stop teasing me... Please, I need your cock!" you gasped, your eyes tightly closed, lost in the sensations.

"That's better, that's exactly what I wanted to hear."

He smiled at you, then began to slowly slide his finger in and out, while using his other hand to massage your clit. He removed his finger from inside you, and your legs quivered in response to the sudden emptiness. You pushed your hips forward, looking at him above your shoulder with pleading eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, amore..." he purred, his voice filled with desire.

He positioned himself behind you, his hard length pressing against your dripping entrance. You gasped as he slid into you, his size filling you completely. He began thrusting slowly in and out, giving you time to adjust to his girth.

"Copia..." you moaned, biting your lower lip. "So good... Oh! Your cock feels so good... better than I thought..."

Copia furrowed his brows, closing his eyes tightly. "Merda, amore... You are going to make me cum fast with that tight, hot pussy of yours..."

"I-It's... o-okay..." you stammered, your voice trembling with desire. "Just fuck me... fuck me, Copia..."

Copia's thrusts became even more intense, moving faster in and out of you, his hips maintaining a rhythmic precision as he explored the depths of your heated core. His body pressed against yours, his chest against your back, and you could feel the rapid beat of his heart.

With one of your hands, you reached behind you, your fingers tangling in his hair. He began to kiss your shoulder, his lips caressing your skin while he continued to thrust passionately in and out of you. You pressed yourself closer to him, surrendering completely to the intoxicating sensations.

"Amore, Oh!" he moaned in ecstasy. "Your pussy is perfect, merda, I will never be able to stop fucking you..."

Your loud moans filled the room, and he maintained his relentless pace, thrusting harder and faster. The washing machine beneath you moved, banging against the wall, a testament to the intensity of his thrusts. Copia held you tightly, and with a deep, heated gaze, he pulled out of you. He turned you to face him, his desire-filled eyes locking onto yours.

Lowering himself, he retrieved his cassock from the floor, adjusting it. "Per favore, lay down, amore... I'll guide you..." he requested.

You nodded and obediently went to lie down on top of his cassock. Copia knelt between your legs, his anticipation evident in his eyes. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, bringing you closer until you could feel the intense heat radiating between your bodies. You wrapped your legs around him, eagerly inviting him back into your warmth.

You sighed in pleasure as he reentered you, and Copia began to move his hips, thrusting himself into you with powerful and deep strokes.

"Uuuhh..." you moaned, your entire body trembling with pleasure.

Copia leaned forward, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth. You eagerly wrapped your arms around him, drawing him closer, and you returned the kiss with equal fervor. Your moans of pleasure mingled with his as he continued to pound into you, his member driving deeply and hitting your cervix.

He broke the kiss, and looked down at you. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too..." you whispered in response.

Copia's lips found their way to your neck, his breath ragged as he continued his passionate movements inside you. His teeth gently grazed your skin, sending electric waves of sensation through your body. He looked deeply into your eyes.

"Amore... I... I can't hold on anymore... I need to cum..."

"Me too, Copia... Ah...! Cum, cum inside of me... Please, I want you to cum inside of me."

Your words drove him wild, and his breath became even more ragged. Your bodies moved in perfect unison, your cries of pleasure filling the laundry room. Copia's pace quickened, and he straightened his body, gripping your hips, guiding you down onto his throbbing length. Your legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him close, and his thrusts became more urgent.

"I'm cumming, amore!" he cried out, his release erupting inside you.

You could feel his hot release shooting deep within you, coating your insides. You called out his name, the intensity of your orgasm washing over you as your body shook with pleasure. The passionate connection between you both had reached its zenith, and you clung to each other as waves of ecstasy coursed through your bodies.

Copia's body collapsed on top of yours, and both of you panted heavily, lost in the aftermath of your passion. You closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of his kiss on your cheek, which made you smile. He nestled his face in the crook of your neck and hummed contentedly.

"Do you think the washing machines covered our sounds, amore?" he whispered close to your ear.

"Hopefully they did," you chuckled.

Copia slowly straightened his body and withdrew from you, his release trickling out of your entrance. He collected it with the tip of his member and gently pushed it back inside, causing you to gasp.

"We don't want it on my cassock," he said, pulling away once more.

"That's okay, Copia..." you replied, chuckling. "If it gets dirt, we're in a laundry room anyway."

Copia looked at you, and then you both glanced around, before sharing a laugh. He lowered his body, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss. Finally, he was back with you, the longing and desire between you stronger than ever.

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tamarrud · 2 months

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Hi there, given that you post about Gaza and related aid programs/funds a lot, i wanted to ask if you have any tips for distinguishing legitimate resources from scams? I want to contribute but I totally fell for a post that ended up being a scam and reblogged it (I thought I was solid at being able to tell which is which but it would appear not :/). I'm aware that the majority of these post are ligit, but I got got and now I'm apprehensive about my own ability to screen things for legitimacy, because the one I saw genuinely looked the same as other real ones I've seen. Their were no red flags that jumped out at me. Also, I do see that you have a bunch of links and stuff in your post so I'm deff gonna engage with those, but with a little more care this time. But still, I was just wondering if you could give some insight as someone who seems a little more well versed in smaller fundraising campaigns. Giving support to those in Gaza is not the only social/human rights movement I want to support, but due to life circumstances, my contributions for the time being will likely be limited to financial ones, so I would be very grateful if you have any tips or advice to share. Thank you! :)

Thank you for your contributions and I'm sorry you fell for a scam, I absolutely hate that these evil people are using this catastrophe to scam people.

I was actually talking to @el-shab-hussein about this last week and he pointed out that sharing these guidelines can in fact do more harm than good when scammers start to use them for their own benefit.

One thing I can say is to at least check how long ago the blog was created if they are on tumblr. They usually create the blog, follow me and message me all within 48 hours.

At the end of the day we all have to do our own due diligence. Be vigilant and check what other Palestinians have vetted.

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one rule | chapter one |

[rick grimes x original female character slowburn]

summary: unbeknownst to them, best friends glenn rhee and daphne ayala spend the last 48 hours of normalcy they’ll ever have before their lives are changed forever.

note: this story will include a Shane Walsh romance BUT it will be unrequited. Do not worry. This is VERY unedited but I wanted to get at least one chapter out. We'll get into the events of the show by the next chapter. also, acab. the plot calls for this small bit but acab forever.

Tap, tap, tap-tap-tap!

The light pattern on my door stole my attention from the array of papers scattered across the coffee table.

I tried to scan the last sentence of the page quickly.

Suddenly, a loud TAP!

"Delivery!" A high-pitched tone squeaked from the other side of the door. I grinned down at the document and rushed to open the door. I heard someone clear their throat and opt for a more caveman-like growl. "DELIVERY—"

I laughed, swinging the door open and narrowly avoiding my best friend's fist. If I'd taken any longer, he would've banged the door down with his knocks alone.

I went for the box of pizza in his grasp and placed a fleeting kiss on his cheek before rushing over to the kitchen island.

"Wow, no 'hi? How are you? How was work?' Is this what society has come to?" I heard the door shut and a flurry of movements. I didn't bother to look up from my current task.

"Glenn Rhee," I began in the sweetest voice I could muster. "Hi. How are you? How was work?"

"Great! Got cursed out by some asshole for doing my job today," said Glenn pleasantly, accepting the beer I held out for him.

I smiled at him through my mouthful of pizza. "That's fun. What was it today?"

"Got to this dude's house 29 minutes after he ordered," he chewed on his slice aggressively. You'd think he would hate pizza from the amount of shit he has to go through at work.

"You're an expert at what you do, Rhee."

"That free pizza comes out of my paycheck," Glenn scoffed. He clearly took the 30-minute rule very seriously.

"Did he leave a tip?"

"No."

"What an asshole."

Glenn nodded at the mess on our coffee table. "Looks like you've had a busy day."

I rolled my eyes at his dramatic cringe. "'Member the car chase that was all over the news last week?"

Glenn nodded.

"Got assigned to the case. The cop that got shot, he's not doing too hot right now," I told him, grabbing my second slice. I picked off a pepperoni and shoved it in my mouth.

I resisted the strong urge to eat the rest of the pepperoni on my half of the pizza. I eyed Glenn's half distastefully—I would never, ever appreciate pineapple on pizza. I'll die on that hill.

He took a large swig of his beer. "That's a pretty big upgrade from petty theft, Daph."

"Yeah, I guess it is." I tried not to focus on the subject of my investigation, gulping down a large amount of beer.

"Have you made any progress?" I appreciated Glenn's interest.

"Well, it's definitely not the officer's fault. They had every reason to believe that there was only two people in that overturned car." I eagerly crossed the living room and snatched up my half-written report. "The KCPD failed to inform the responding officers so I mean, technically Grimes can sue."

"Grimes?" Glenn raised his eyebrows in recognition. "You mean super hot hip-swaying cop?"

My ears felt hot. "That's the one."

My heart pummeled to my chest the more I thought about it. Out of all the people that could've been wounded on the field, it had to be Officer Rick Grimes, a coworker of mine that I saw pretty often around the precinct. I was fully convinced he had fully forgotten about my existence seeing as our respective lines of work didn't cross paths too often. We'd only interacted a handful of times in the last three years I'd been working at King County PD, but that didn't stop me from noticing him as soon as I got hired.

It's unfortunate he's married-- Rick Grimes was the most attractive man I've ever met and of course, Glenn was the first to know about it. I wouldn't deny that he was, without a doubt, my work crush. I mentally cringed at the thought. I felt like a teenage girl again.

The sudden sound of the news filtered in from Glenn's bedroom.

There was a split second of pure fear that flashed in Glenn's eyes and I gave him an amused smile. "We gotta change that tv one of these days."

He quickly snatched up another slice and shoved it in his mouth. "I'm busy, Daph. Can you please go turn it off?"

I poked his side before moving around him to enter his room. His tv had started turning on by itself almost every day since he bought it in July.

"Your 30-day warranty is almost up, Glenn!" I pointed out loudly, reaching for the remote that was thrown on his bed. "Where did you buy this haunted shit from aga--?"

"Several cases have been reported across the continental US, leading us to believe that this new virus may be more serious than we thought. Joining us here from Atlanta is CDC virologist Dr. Edwin Jenner, giving us the latest updates—"

Glenn strolled into the room just as I finished raising the volume. "Your beer is getting hot—what's going on?"

"Thanks, Anne. As of today, August 26th, the President of the United States has declared a national emergency due to the spread of the Wildfire-10 virus. The CDC has been in constant communication with the White House and we expect President Milton to announce a mandatory evacuation this afternoon in his address."

Glenn and I eyed each other in confusion.

"Evacuation?" The New York reporter responded in equal confusion. I faintly heard someone behind the camera that the mic must've picked up – "How is a whole country going to evacuate?" – and I would've laughed if I wasn't so damn confused right now.

"It's hard to say, Anne, we're not entirely certain which states will receive this order but what we do know is that it's imperative that we do our best to avoid leaving our homes for anything other than work and necessities. Practice social distancing and listen to the advice the CDC has been giving you for the past week.

"And for those viewers who might've missed it, do you mind recapping the earlier update given to us by CDC director Holt?"

"Sure," Jenner smiled. It made me feel uneasy. "This is an extremely life-threatening virus that could very well spread more rapidly than other illnesses we've seen before. The CDC has been working diligently with other health organizations across the globe, primarily The Primrose Team in France, and we can confidently say we're working on an effective vaccine."

"Thank you, Dr. Jenner. To all those watching from home, this isn't a cause for mass panic. Soon, the world will resume just as we know it..."

But something told me it wouldn't ever be the same.

"Ayala! How's my favorite girl doing?"

Ah, the oh so pleasant voice of my favorite coworker greeted me the second I walked through the doors of the precinct.

"Doing just fine, Walsh. How about you?" I forced a smile on my face. I didn't hate Shane Walsh... he was just... too chirpy for this bright hour. In fact, he was too witty for any hour. My natural reaction to his presence was usually automatic irritation.

"Just fine myself, pretty lady." There it was. The relentless flirting. I had gotten a break when his partner first ended up in the hospital -- my heart sunk at the reminder -- but now that it had been a month or so since, he's slowly started to resume his regularly scheduled programming. Partner or not, shooting or not, Shane Walsh would forever be a manwhore.

I entertained him sometimes. It was just a bit of harmless flirting for the most part. He knew where the line was, which is more than I can say for a lot of other men.

I dropped my briefcase on my desk and Shane crossed the space to hover right over my work area. I threw myself down onto my seat with a small groan.

My head was pounding. I closed my eyes and rubbed the back of my neck tenderly. A shuffle of movement caused me to end my massage much faster than I wanted to.

I opened an eye, swearing to the heavens above that if Shane was still hovering with that stupid grin on his face, today would be the day I finally resort to violence.

The shit-eating grin was surprisingly not looking back at me. Instead, it was a sympathetic smile with a steaming coffee in his outstretched hand.

I snatched the damn thing before he could change his mind.

"You're a lifesaver," I moaned. "Seriously Shane, you might just be the best cop in Georgia. Have I ever told you that?"

"No, but I've heard it once or twice," boasted Shane. I rolled my eyes. It certainly wasn't from the chief.

"You're unbelievable, Walsh," I shook my head with a laugh. I eagerly sipped from the coffee and then wanted to kiss the everloving shit out of this man.

I scorched my throat but I didn't care. "How do you know the way I like my coffee?" I gaped.

Shane shrugged. "I'm observant."

"Clearly," I said. "Thank you. I needed this."

"That's one mean hangover," said Shane with a smirk.

I tried not to spill my coffee as I leaned forward to look at my reflection in the little desktop mirror I had. My hair turned out pretty nice today, it wasn't very frizzy or anything and sure the darkness under my eyes was a bit more prominent but nothing too out of the ordinary. I leaned back when I was satisfied with my look.

"Vanity doesn't suit you, sweetheart," Shane said lightly. "I was only teasing. You look as beautiful as you did yesterday, and the day before that, and the week before that."

"Do you not have anything else to do other than flirt with me?" I joked. Secretly, I didn't mind it all too much. Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, especially with the grown-out hairstyle he was currently sporting. I'm a sucker for long hair.

"As it turns out, I actually don't--" I rolled my eyes again and logged into my computer. "--partner."

I slowly shifted my gaze from the computer screen to Shane.

"Talked to the chief today. She didn't mind switching it up for this week. I was getting sick of Stone over there--" we both looked over at the grumpy guy who acted like happiness was a first degree crime. "-- and besides, you're prettier to look at--" I shoved him off the edge of my desk. He stumbled a bit and corrected himself quickly. "-- you're easier to work with, Jesus."

"What do we have for today then?"

Shane grinned.

For the next eight hours, I'd spend most of it in the car with Shane. I wanted to say it was a miserable time but it wasn't. Shane wasn't too bad once he stopped purposely being obnoxious. We mostly talked about the most interesting King County cases over the years, bonded over subs from some gas station just outside of our area of jurisdiction, and after the first five hours, Shane had started to talk about his personal life.

"I told Lori-- maybe it's time she starts preparing Carl for the worst. You know, just in case. Man, Rick - he's my best friend, my brother - you know - but it's been a while. I'm tryin' to avoid Carl some pain."

"I understand," what else was I supposed to say? "It isn't an easy situation."

"No," Shane agreed. "And let me tell you something, it's only gonna get worse. This whole virus thing going around - if it turns out we gotta evacuate soon, who knows how far Rick will be transferred?"

I felt bad for the way my heart sank at the prospect. Rick has a wife and a child. Where he gets relocated and the progress of his recovery shouldn't matter this much to me. Maybe I wouldn't feel as bad if I wasn't harboring this silly little crush.

It was nearing 4 o'clock when Shane and I finally clocked out, walking side-by-side towards the parking lot. I noticed his car was parked on the far opposite end and began to say my goodbyes--

"Hey, you don't happen to have any plans tomorrow, would you?"

"I don't think so. They didn't put me on the schedule last minute, did they?" I asked, somehow missing the growing redness on Shane's cheeks.

"No," he said quickly. "I - well, uh - I was wondering if you - "

I froze, clutching the satchel that was thrown over my shoulder and suddenly feeling just a bit uncomfortable. I could tell this wasn't work related.

"Uh, I don't normally get nervous like this," he chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You and me, dinner tomorrow? We can go to that Italian place you said you really like - "

"Ilio's," we chorused. It was the bare minimum, but I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was actually listening earlier.

Oh why the fuck not? Shane wasn't a bad looking guy, and with the imminent threat of quarantine around the corner, I could use a night out before we were forced to stay away from society for God knows how long.

The longer I thought it through, the more nervous Shane became. It was honestly quite entertaining and I reserved my response for just a bit longer just so I could watch him fidget in his spot.

I finally spoke. "Pick me up at 7, then."

A look of surprise flashed across his face. I couldn't blame him - I had been rejecting every single one of his advances for the past three years we'd known each other. He was a dedicated guy, I'll give him that.

Laughing at his expression, I began to walk away before I could regret it.

"I'll call you!" He finally said. I could hear the smile on his face.

I threw him a thumbs up without looking back. I was a few steps away from my car when I suddenly recalled him mentioning something about visiting Rick tomorrow afternoon. "Let me know how Rick is doing!" I glanced back to make sure he heard me.

Redness spread across my cheeks when I saw him still standing in the same spot, staring at me with a dazed look.

I pushed a curl behind my ear, the wind wasn't on my side today. I waited for a response and it seemed he hadn't processed what I said. "Will you?" I pressed.

"Hm? Yeah, yeah, I will!"

"Okay," I smiled. "Bye!"

Before he could respond, my phone began to ring in my back pocket. I fished it out and pressed it against my ear, holding it against my shoulder as I searched for my keys.

"Hey," I greeted, unlocking the car and shifting into drive as soon as the engine turned on.

"Daph, you on your way home?"

The call connected to my car and I saw Shane finally getting into his car as I drove out onto the small street. "Yeah, I am. Why?"

"We gotta start packing."

"Um, why?"

"Turns out, we're in the evacuation zone."

I caught my last glimpse of Shane, realizing our date would likely be rescheduled.

Glenn continued. "It's more serious than we thought."

Great.

next chapter...

#rick grimes x original female character #rick grimes x daphne ayala #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfic #twd #twd fanfic #glenn rhee #shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh x original female character #shane walsh fanfic

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 11 months

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Houses and homes

@rookseeksraven

🏚️🌠🧻(abandoned house, shooting star, toilet paper) I am a sucker for getting together Wangxian fics. But whatever these random emojis inspire! 😊

Song for atmosphere: here (I wish you were mine - Loving Caliber)

Toilet paper is way too expensive, Wei Wuxian grumbles to himself as he leaves the corner store in his neighborhood. Why is it so expensive? It's not like they're making it out of gold fiber, is it?!

He glares at nothing in particular then sighs, walking the dark road towards his new... home. Well, it's neither his, nor a home. But what's he to do? Madam Yu kicked him out with only a hastily packed suitcase to his name, so he can't be picky.

All his savings are still neatly tucked away in a slit in his mattress, so it's either sleeping under bridges, or making himself a place to stay out of the creepy, abandoned house at the edge of the forest.

He's never liked bridges much.

There must be some law forbidding the occupation of an abandoned house somewhere, so Wei Wuxian is quite sure the police will come whisk him out one of these days - but until that happens, he's happy just to have a roof over his head.

The house isn't even that bad, once you're inside. Sure, there are a few broken windows, everything's so dusty he's been sneezing like he's getting paid for it and there are cobwebs everywhere - but there is a comfortable bed upstairs, and Wei Wuxian has fixed the electric panel enough to grant himself a bit of light and access to the electric stove.

There is even running water, and a bathtub that doesn't look nearly as bad as Wei Wuxian has expected. With a bit of cleaning, it's actually usable!

Even though his savings are still in the house he's been kicked out of, Wei Wuxian just got paid today, and though his job at the coffee shop landed him a barely survivable paycheck, he could still afford cleaning supplies and some instant noodles, the bare necessities considering his situation.

Perhaps he will sneak in and retrieve his money soon.

He ties his hair up in a bun and puts on the bright yellow cleaning gloves before proceeding to spray a generous amount of cleaning product on the stove. Even though it's really late at night, he can't sleep, so he might as well just get something productive done.

Plus, he needs to cook something to eat. It's been two days since his last meal.

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He shows up at work surprisingly early Monday morning. Wen Qing asks what's wrong, but Wei Wuxian tells her he doesn't want to talk about it, and she doesn't pry. He knows she'd move him in her apartment the moment she found out what transpired over the weekend in his life, but she has enough on her plate with Wen Ning, A-Yuan, and a two bedroom apartment.

Wei Wuxian can handle things just fine. At least for now.

His favorite customer-become-friend walks through the door at 7 on the dot, and Wei Wuxian's heart suddenly feels lighter than it has in the past 48 hours.

"Morning, Lan Zhan! The usual?"

"Mn. Good morning."

Wei Wuxian prepares his latte with oat milk and a cup of green tea to go as they make small talk, and Wei Wuxian also warms up one of Lan Zhan's favorite pastries as a surprise for him on the go. He has an important meeting today, after all, and he deserves some sweet encouragement.

"Wei Ying, there is something I would like to ask you."

"Sure, what's up?"

"Have you moved out?"

The question startles Wei Wuxian out of his warm nothing-is-wrong fantasy like a bucket of ice water thrown on his head. Lan Zhan has taken him home a few times after they went out, or on his way from work, but Wei Wuxian has never thought Lan Zhan would try to drop by, much less unannounced...

"It's... complicated. Why do you ask?"

"I've been to your house on Saturday." His ears pink up a little bit. "I... wanted to see you. But I was told you didn't live there anymore. Did something happen?"

"Why were you there?" Wei Wuxian deflects, careful not to let his smile drop and worry Lan Zhan further.

He sighs, fingers gripping the little coffee cup a bit too hard.

"Lan Zhan?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?"

Wen Ning drops a plate in the back and Wen Qing quickly ushers him into her office with an apologetic look.

Wei Wuxian stares, wide-eyed, at Lan Zhan, and he wonders if the world stopped spinning or it's just him.

"This is why I was at your house... I wanted to ask you... I had a date planned out..."

Wei Wuxian laughs, though his eyes fill with tears, and the droplets fall before he can stop them. Lan Zhan panics, and tries reaching across the counter to grasp Wei Wuxian's hand.

He finds himself pulled into a kiss.

"Yes. The answer is yes, I will be your boyfriend." Wei Wuxian replies as they separate. "But you have to promise not to come over for a while."

"Why?"

"I'm basically homeless right now, I live in an abandoned house until I get a hold of my savings."

Lan Wangji is about to open his mouth, but Wei Wuxian raises his hand to stop him. "No, I know you're already living with your brother and uncle and I doubt they'd be fine with you bringing in some random homeless man in their house just because he's your boyfriend."

Lan Wangji huffs, looking a lot like a frustrated bunny. "Then let me get you an apartment."

"I'm looking to rent-"

"Not rent."

An incredulous look. "Lan Zhan! We have, like, 10 minutes of being together!"

"And two years of being friends."

"Still, isn't it a bit too-"

Lan Wangji pulls him into a kiss over the counter in response.

(They move in together by the end of the month and marry by the end of the year.)

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts

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mercurygray · 7 months

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Hii Merc, could I please request #10 — emerald — for Eileen? Thank you <3

He had a 48 hour pass and an absolutely clear idea of how he was going to spend it.

The train from Swindon was a stretch, three hours at most, but Lew had a better chance of a decent meal in London, and a decent whisky, too, even with the rationing. He wanted to be in a city again - the lights and the buildings and the bustle. He'd had enough of small town living to last him quite a while, and army food wasn't ever anything anyone asked for by name.

Maxim's, or Claridge's? The Ritz? The Savoy? The possibilities seemed enormous. The Waldorf was the American outpost - perhaps he'd go there.

There was already a flurry of activity at the door, a crowd of servicemen and press types with cameras, clamoring a single name as they pushed and shoved for a better view of whichever celebrity they were anxious to see.

Lew joined the press, trying to actually reach the door for his own dinner, until he realized he knew the name - and the face that went with it.

"Miss Hammond! Miss Hammond! Miss Hammond!"

And there she was, in all her glory - Eileen Hammond. The last time he'd seen her she'd been sporting a t-shirt and shorts and a bloody nose courtesy of Herbert Sobel, but she was wearing nothing of the kind now - an emerald green suit with some kind of fur stole around her shoulders, topped off with a hat that gave slight shades of Robin Hood and Sherwood. An absolute vision, with no evidence, at least from this distance, that her nose had ever been broken or that she had ever been anything but perfectly coiffed and dressed.

She turned to the crowd, obviously practiced with this sort of thing. "Boys, boys, boys. I'm so sorry to disappoint you all but I've got a date waiting for me inside." She gave her biggest smile and glanced beneficently around the crowd, her eyes finding Nix and almost immediately lighting up, like she'd been expecting him. "Oh, Captain Nixon. There you are. Shall we?"

Nix could only mutely offer his arm, Eileen settling her gloves around it like she owned him and beaming to the crowd as she steered the two of them inside, past the doorman and the lobby clerk into the waiting eves of the hotel's restaurant entrance. God, he thought silently. That's an actress.

Once they were well and truly inside she let his arm go. "Well, there you are, Captain. Now you're the envy of every man in town." She gave a little laugh. "What, no free and easy quip? I think this is the first time I've seen Lewis Nixon without something to say."

It was true - he didn't have anything to say. For the first time in a long time, he was well and truly surprised - and, more than that, almost embarrassed. It had been one thing back at Toccoa to make a joke about what he'd do, given a hotel room and half a chance, but he didn't have that kind of power here. Here he was just another guy in a uniform, just like all the other guys out front, clamoring for her like she was a commodity on the exchange. She'd plucked him out, made him worth the attention, when usually it was the other way around, with him doing the plucking. He didn't have the same kind of power here that he usually did. "It may surprise you to hear that escorting movie starlets isn't my usual Friday."

Again that smile - she could blind people with it. "But I'm not just a movie starlet, am I? You could call me Private Hammond if you thought it would go down easier."

Lew thought mutely of Annie Sutton's steely glare and nearly winced. "It wouldn't." He swallowed, tried to gather up more of his customary charm. "So, how does this usually work? You pick some kid from the crowd, give his rank like you know him, and then bring him inside?"

She shook her head. "No. Usually I say I have someone waiting inside and then I eat dinner alone and sneak out the back. The staff here's nice for that."

Lew didn't have a quip for that - only an honest observation. "Sounds lonely."

"It is. But easier to manage."

It felt awkward, now - the honesty. He wasn't honest much, and then only with a very short list of people. The last woman he'd been honest with was - well, Joan. (Joan, who'd have a few words to say about chivalry and helping friends out of tight spots, who had a lot of stories herself about eating alone.) "Well, since I'm already here, it…seems a shame to waste it. Can a fellow treat you to dinner, Miss Hammond?"

He got an honest smile back. "I think he can."

#i have written a thing #mercurygraypresents #eileen hammond

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Ugh. Awful day. Six months ago my wife and I bought a washing machine and chose to buy a Speed Queen, which was much more expensive than most other brands, because it had a top-notch reputation and long warranty and we just didn't want to have to deal with breakdowns. This was a tough choice that we did not make lightly. Buying a house was a huge financial burden and my finances are now tighter than they've been in years, and the amount of money at stake matters. We were hoping to buy stability and leave us with one fewer thing to worry about during a stressful life transition.

Well a few days ago, it broke after 6 months, which is irritating enough, but the company has been hellish to deal with. They keep over-promising and under-delivering. Tuesday they said a local service company would reach out to schedule an appointment within 48 hours. Over 72 hours went by with no call. I called again today and the system said the wait time was 1 hour 6 minutes. This is literally the longest wait time I have ever had from any company. I put my number in the queue and they called me back...1 hour 50 minutes later.

The rep was barely helpful. She did not seem to understand the gravity or magnitude of the situation and spoke as if what happened to me was business-as-usual, rather than a rare, once-in-a-blue moon occurence that the company wanted to bend over backwards to fix. She tried calling the contractor and couldn't reach them. She did switch the ticket to a different contractor, who called me back later that afternoon, so now I have an appointment set up for next Thursday.

But I'm upset. I'm upset that I paid over twice the price for what I thought would be a premium product unlikely to break, and with a commitment to outstanding service, and instead I got a company that provides the longest hold times I have ever seen in my life, repeatedly makes promises it fails to deliver on, and reps that have no authority to escalate the issue or do anything to right the situation.

And I still don't know what is going to happen on Thursday. Will the contractor show up? Will they be able to fix it then and there, or will I have to wait days or weeks for a replacement part? Am I going to need to drag our laundry to the laundromat and incur additional costs doing so?

I have already filed a BBB complaint. I would like a partial rebate of the price I paid, because the value I have received is not worth what I paid for. I also am talking about my experience online.

Speed Queen has a top-tier reputation. They are a brand mainly used by laundromats, supposedly made to handle a heavy volume of use and last for many years. But the way they have treated me as a customer makes me feel like I've been cheated and would have done better buying a cheaper brand available at any box store.

I'm a reasonable person. I don't expect top-tier service if I buy a cheap, low-end product. I can even forgive mediocre service. But paying premium prices and then getting unspeakably bad service is just unconscionable to me.

If they had told me it might take a week to get contacted, I would be annoyed but it wouldn't be as bad as saying I would expect a call in a certain time frame and then have that call not come. And I might feel better if they did what most companies do, which is to at least apologize profusely and tell me they are really concerned with what is going on and escalate the situation. Like earlier this week I called my bank about something they messed up and the woman was like "Yeah you are right, the interface is actually really bad. I get why you are upset. We really need to improve that."

Like sometimes that's literally all it takes. Someone saying "Wow, we really messed up. I'm really sorry that sucks so much."

But no I didn't even get that.

And of course if this happens to me I'm gonna talk about it everywhere. So right now I am warning people about Speed Queen. They may have an amazing reputation but my experience with them so far has been awful.

#speed queen #washer #washing machine #home appliances #customer service

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slvt4em1lyprenti2s · 10 months

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There’s only one bed

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Fluff

Word count: 1709 (Omg I didn't mean for it to be that long I'm so sorry!!)

Natasha's POV: Fury Just called me into his office to have a mission debriefing. Normally we'd have the brief with all the Avengers but, this is an undercover mission and let's just say majority of the team aren't very good at that. They blow their cover all the time and can't persuade people to save their lives. Ironic because that's exactly what it does on missions, save their life.

Wanda - "Oh hey, good luck on your mission!" Nat - "Thanks also, do you know who I'm going with? I mean like any details about them?" Wanda - "All I know is apparently she's very popular among her fellow students, and by that I mean, she's hot." Nat - "Students?! Great, so she's from the academy?" Wanda - "Yeah but, Fury wouldn't send her with you if she couldn't handle it." Nat - "I guess your right but they can be really annoying needing to be walked through every single step of the mission." Wanda - "I guess you're right but, rumour has it, she's the best of the best. Your level even." Nat - "Ha, I've heard that one a hundred times before, no one's better than me c'mon Wands you know that." Wanda - "Haha, yeaah I know Nat but just give her a chance?" Nat - "Fine, I will but, I got to get to Fury now, I'll see you around." Wanda - "Bye, good luck!"

Fury - "Thank you for both making the time to be here, as you know this is an undercover mission so, pack a bag that'll last at least 2 day and 2 nights. We can never predict what'll happen at these kind of events." Nat - "Speaking of, what event is it and why exactly are we going?" Fury - "Well I'm glad you asked. It's part organised by Darren McHugh, not a big name in any industry but filthy rich. Attending the party is Lauren Emerson, your target. All you need is information from her about a weapon Hydra is developing. Her father has every Hydra scientist and engineer in his pocket so, she'll know a lot. Now, she's interested in women which is why there is no men on this case with you. I need you y/n to seduce her and get intel while Natasha watches your 6 and looks for another possible target who, isn't confirmed to be there, but there's a good chance he will be. Y/N - "What's the other guys name?" Fury - "James Scott." Nat - "Is that all?" Fury - "Yes that's all. Here's your personal copies of the file and be ready at the quinjet in 30 minutes."

With that we both left but I couldn't help feel a pang of disappointment shoot through me at the thought of her flirting with other people. Damn I really need to snap out of this.

Y/N POV:

I look over and see Agent Romanoff coming towards me, eyes trained directly at me. I offer my hand for her to shake and she does. Y/n - "Agent y/l/n, y/n y/l/n." Nat - "Natasha Romanoff."

Time skip to when the ship lands and they get to the hotel (still reader pov):

Y/n - "Wow Shield really outdid themselves with this one ay?" Nat - "Yeah, they really did."

(This is already getting really long so instead of writing a description imma just put in a picture.)

As we were walking around the both of us were quick to realise something. Nat - "There's only one bed." Y/n - "I was just thinking the same thing. I'll take the sofa (couch) I don't mind at all." Nat - "No, it's okay I can." Y/n - "Honestly I'll sleep there it's fine." Nat - "Look uhm, you don't have to but to save ourselves a very polite argument do you wanna just share it. I mean it's a double so..?" Y/n - "Yeah sure I mean, if your up for it?" Nat - "I'm the one who suggested it dummy of course i'm up for it."

Natasha POV: I brush my teeth and get changed in the bathroom whilst y/n orders room service. When I walk out she was getting changed so she only had a bra and pyjama trousers on.

Nat - "Oh.., oh! I'm so sorry!" Y/n - "No sorry it's my fault I should've told you I was changing." Nat - "It's fine, I mean we're both girls right? i thing we haven't seen before." Y/n - "Yeah, yeah you're right, both girls." Nat - "Never seen a girl with abs like that though."

The blush spread on her face faster than a forrest fire. She was flustered and I took great pride in knowing I did that. I made my way to the kitchen so I'd be ready for room service when it came.

Three knocks at the door alerted me that the food was here. I thanked the staff and put the food on the counter. Nat - "Hey y/n tea's here!" (It depends where your from but tea is just how we say evening meal, like dinner) Y/n - "Thank god, i'm starving."

Y/n - "Hey you okay? Lost you for a second there." Nat - "Yeah, oh um, yeah I'm fine just thinking." Y/n - "About what? You were very focused." Nat - "Nothing don't worry about it. Anyway, it's late we should go to bed." Y/n - "Your right I'll take the plates into the kitchen."

While she was doing that I went to the bedroom and set up the bed. I was laying down when she came in, she tentatively lowered herself o to the bed and layer down facing me.

Y/n - "You sure it was nothing?" Nat - "It wasn't really nothing and I'm about to talk a lot and I don't want you to talk till I'm done okay?" Y/n - "Go for it." Nat - "I like you, like really like you. I know it's wrong because I'm your superior and your not even out the academy yet but I'm 25 and your what like, 20, 21 give or take so it's not like it's weird. Also can you blame me? You're perfect. Everything about you is perfect. Even though we only just met I can't help falling for you y/n. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the friendship we built today but I really needed to get that off my chest."

Nat - "Well?"

She doesn't answer me, instead she gently grabs my face and kisses me softly. Our lips dance against one another as second nature. Once air becomes a problem we release from each other's grasp.

Y/n - "I like you too, if that wasn't already clear."

She giggled like a school girl when I grabbed her waist and started peppering kisses all over her face. She stopped and snuggled closer to me and buried her head in my chest.

"This woman is the one for me" I thought to myself as I held her safe in my arms. Although I really wasn't looking forward to this mission now.

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff #marvel cinematic universe #wlw #sapphic #wlw pride #lesbian

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deepautumncolors · 3 months

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January Sucks

I feel like I'm always waiting for something in January. This is my least favorite month, so usually I'm just waiting for it to be over. But this is the second year in a row that I'm waiting for something other than that.

In 2023, only four days into the new year, the screen of my personal laptop cracked down in the bottom right corner and the hinge became unscrewed.

I had bought it almost two years before so the warranty had expired already, but they said I could reinstate it and then they would be able to fix it and cover any problems for the next two years. BUT, for some reason the new warranty would take 30 days to go through. So I waited and waited for it to be February 3rd. At least I could still use the laptop because everything still functioned normally, but I couldn't close it so I had to leave it open all the time. Anyway, so 30 days later I finally called them back. They sent me a box so I could ship it to them and get the screen replaced, and then I had to wait some more to get it back. Luckily it was only gone for a week, and it came back good as new.

THIS year, there's a lot going on. For one thing, I brought my car to the body shop on Monday to get the damage fixed from the storm we had last week and haven't heard back yet. Secondly, I'm looking forward to my vacation next week. But the one that's bothering me the most is that I'm waiting for my Instagram account to go back to normal.

On January 7th, I was having a lazy Sunday afternoon and I decided to see if I could get some more followers. I've found that a good way to do that is to follow other accounts who post similar content and like some of their posts so they notice you in their notifications, and sometimes they follow back. So I went on a spree of following a bunch of people and liking a bunch of their posts.

Well, apparently Instagram doesn't like that because it's considered suspicious behavior that makes them think you're a robot. Well, sheesh! How else is anyone supposed to get followers? If they thought I was doing something fishy, why didn’t they just give me one of those tests where you have to click on all the pictures of traffic lights or motorcycles so I could prove I’m a real person?

So now, every time I try to like someone's post or comment on it or follow an account, I get this message:

I looked it up and it sounds like my account is banned, but I can't figure out how long it's going to last. I've sent in several support requests, but they haven't responded to me. And when I go to look at the past reports I've submitted, it says there aren't any.

And when I go to the Violations area, it says there aren't any of those either.

It also doesn't even acknowledge the fact that I can't do things.

Instagram, I have one word for you: Lies.

I thought my ban would only last for one or two days - you know, maybe 24 or 48 hours? Every day I think, maybe it's over now, and I try to follow someone or like a post. But that stupid message keeps popping up, and it'll be two weeks tomorrow.

So, I'm pretty annoyed that I don't know how long this will be going on and that they won't give me any information. That's the vaguest message there could possibly be. "Try Again Later"? How much later? They didn't even tell me what I did wrong, I had to look it up on the internet to find out. If I knew what date it was going to end, I'd be able to stop wondering.

Oh, and when I make my posts and add a caption at the bottom, the captions don't show up. So it's just a post with no explanation under it. When my account works again eventually, I'll have to go back into each post and re-add them.

At least I got about 7 or 8 new followers that day.

#personal

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quick prompt idea: cool color siblings bonding time!! (platonic ofc) idea like them doing girl things together (sleepover in isa’s room?), having a tickle fight, friendly competitions w the grandkids, how the Julieta and Agustín spend time with their kids individually and all together. just some ideas, hope this helps! <3

Anon, I'm so sorry this took so long. You sent this back in February only for all my writing inspo to immediately die. I have no idea if you'll see this, but I hope it was worth the wait.

Word Count: About 1700

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It was the night before Mirabel's Gift ceremony, and tensions in the house were high. No matter where you looked, someone was frantically trying to prepare for the big day.

Agustín and Félix were trying to keep their wives sane as they scurried about the kitchen (Félix more so, as frequent strings of curses passed Pepa's lips as she burned herself again), Alma was sweeping the floors and dusting the shelves, barking orders to Bruno who had run to the market at least sixteen times in the last 48 hours to collect something or another, while Dolores babysat Camilo, who was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement over his cousin's upcoming ceremony, frequently shifting from himself to Mirabel.

But while everyone else was busy doing chores and running errands, there were three people who seemed to be missing from all the excitement.

Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel herself.

Mirabel had been a nervous wreck all week. She was excited to get her Gift, of course, but she knew with a Gift came big responsibility. She had stayed up many nights trying to guess what her new ability would be, but she always came up blank.

Her sisters immediately picked up on her anxiety, and suggested they have a sleepover - just the three of them - in the comfort of Isabela's fluffy pink bedroom.

"So Mirabel, are you excited for your big day tomorrow?" Isabela asked, using her fingers to delicately separate Mirabel's hair, and working it into braids.

"Of course I am!" Mirabel said, bouncing a bit until her sister scolded her to quit squirming.

"It's gonna be so weird," Luisa said from her perch on Isabela's bed, swinging her legs over the edge. "Our baby sister getting her Gift?"

"I bet it'll be something to do with your sewing," Isabela said, tying off one of the braids. "You and Abuela always do such great embroidery together. You're like, a prodigy or something."

Mirabel giggled a bit at the praise, her ears turning light pink. "I like sewing with Abuela," She said simply.

"Goodness knows I've never had the patience for it," Isabela said, and it was true. While Alma had taught each of the girls to sew, Isabela always ended up with crooked seams and pricked fingers. She'd been reprimanded on more than one occasion for saying words her Abuela didn't approve of when she made a mistake.

"I liked sewing, but my fingers are always too big to thread the needle," Luisa said, hopping off the bed and joining her sisters in front of the mirror. "But Mirabel, everything you make turns out perfect."

"I just want to make my family proud," Mirabel said simply, as Isabela finished the other braid. She hopped off the vanity seat and gestured for Luisa to sit so that she could have her hair done as well.

"That's all any of us want," Luisa said, as Isabela started running a comb through her hair.

Mirabel opened her mouth to reply but there was suddenly a knock on the door. All three girls turned toward it, Isabela shouting for whoever was on the other side to come in.

"Hello ladies," The door was pushed open by their papa, holding a tray of cookies in his arms. "Mami thought you might be getting hungry, since you all ran off without much dinner."

"We were just excited, Papi!" Mirabel bounded over to him, squeezing his leg. "We haven't had a sleepover in forever!"

Agustín laughed, as he moved farther into the room, placing the tray on Isabela's bedside table, before lifting Mirabel into his arms. "Well, I certainly don't want to interrupt your sister time," He said. "I like your hair like this, amor! Did you do this, Isa?"

Isabela nodded, putting a flower in Luisa's hair as a final touch. "I like doing their hair. I'll do yours next time."

Agustín chuckled, placing Mirabel back on the floor, before running a hand through his hair. "I'll hold you to it. But for now, I think your mamá needs me. She's going to work herself silly if I don't tell her to call it a night."

With a kiss for each of them, he left the room - but not before snagging a cookie for himself with a wink.

"Can we do nails next!?" Mirabel bounced over to the shelf Isabela kept her - rather expansive - nail polish collection on. "I want to look pretty for my ceremony tomorrow!"

The three girls each picked out a color and took turns painting each other's nails as they talked. Mirabel chose turquoise (her favorite color), Luisa red (to go with her hair bow) and Isabela lavender (to match her favorite dress).

They chatted about their days, Luisa's chores, how annoying Camilo had been ever since his own Gift ceremony, constantly imitating them just to get on their nerves.

It was getting late by the time their nails were dried, but the girls weren't ready to sleep just yet. They were having too much fun.

"Let's play a game," Luisa suggested. "Truth or Dare?"

"Ooh, okay!" Mirabel said, rubbing her tiny hands together. "Luisa - Truth or Dare?"

"Dare," Luisa said, as she always did.

Mirabel tapped her chin in thought, looking around the room. Her eyes fell on the small pond in the corner, where Isabela practiced making water lilies.

"I dare you to jump in the pond."

"But it's cold!" Luisa protested.

"Are you too chicken to play Truth or Dare?" Isabela leaned in, elbowing her sister.

"No," Luisa said, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms. "No, I'll do it."

Without another word, Luisa stood and marched over to the pond, before bracing herself and plunging in.

After a moment, she emerged with a gasp, soaked from head to toe, with a lily pad stuck to her hair. "Isaaaa, why isn't this thing heated?"

"It's not meant for swimming, silly!" Isabela said. "Besides, I can't control the water, just the plants."

Luisa made her way back to where her sisters sat, as they giggled at her disheveled appearance. Casita threw a towel from the hook on the wall in her direction, which Luisa gratefully accepted.

"Okay my turn," She said, as she squeezed water from her hair. "Isabela - Truth or Dare?"

Isabela thought for a moment. "Mmm, Truth."

A small smirk crossed Luisa's lips. "Isa… have you ever kissed anyone?"

She and Mirabel both leaned in, as Isabela's cheeks burned scarlet. "Luisa!"

"You're not chicken, are you?" Luisa asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Of course not," Isabela spluttered, crossing her arms. "But if you must know, then yes. I have."

Both her sisters' jaws dropped, and a gasp and groan was heard outside the door. Of course their father had to choose that moment to walk past her room on his way to the bathroom.

"Who!?" Luisa and Mirabel shouted in unison.

"I shouldn't kiss and tell…" Isabela said mysteriously, a smirk on her lips.

"Aww, come on, Isa!" Luisa whined.

"Nope!" Isabela said, turning to the youngest of the three. "Besides, it's Mirabel's turn! Truth or Dare."

"Truth," Mirabel said.

"Hmm, alright…" Isabela mused. "What is your biggest fear?"

Mirabel thought for a moment. "Probably not getting a Gift."

"What?" Luisa gasped.

"That's ridiculous!" Isabela said at the same time.

"Hey, you're not supposed to tease me," Mirabel pouted, her lower lip jutting out.

"Sorry Mira, it's just… not what we expected," Luisa said, patting her younger sister's shoulder. "We thought you'd say spiders or something."

"Yeah, of course you'll get a Gift," Isabela said, rolling her eyes.

"I know but… it's still scary," Mirabel said, before letting out a large yawn.

"Uh oh, are you getting sleepy?" Isabela asked.

"No… I'm…" Mirabel yawned again. "Well, maybe a little."

Isabela took Mirabel's hand and the three of them climbed into her bed. It was big enough for all of them to fit, albeit a tight squeeze.

"We don't have to sleep yet, but let's just get comfy," Isabela said, pulling the blankets over them.

"Yeah, we have to stay up all night!" Mirabel said.

"Of course!" Luisa agreed, snuggling deeper under the covers.

The three girls continued to talk for awhile, until Mirabel fell asleep, nestled in the middle. Isabela and Luisa chatted a bit more, but before either of them knew it, all three girls were snoring peacefully.

"You don't suppose they're still awake, do you?" Julieta asked, as she and Agustín ascended the stairs together. It was rather late, their preparations for the following day bringing them into the wee hours of the morning.

"I hope not," Agustín said, taking her hand and clasping their fingers together. "Or else we'll have three cranky little girls to deal with in the morning."

Julieta chuckled, before softly opening the door to Isabela's room. Stubs of candles left the room dimly lit, just enough for them to see all three of their girls tucked in bed together. Isabela's limbs were splayed across the mattress like a starfish ("she sleeps just like you, Agustín!"), Luisa covered up to her nose in the quilt, and Mirabel had somehow found her way upside down, with her head at the foot of the bed.

"They're getting so grown up," Julieta said, pulling a spare blanket from the closet and laying it across Mirabel, before removing her glasses and laying them gently on the nightstand. "Our baby is getting her Gift in just a few hours, can you believe it?"

"I can't," Agustín said, going around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. "But they'll always be our babies, yeah?"

"Yeah," Julieta agreed fondly, brushing a strand of hair from Isabela's face, who only twitched in her sleep at the touch. "They're so peaceful when they sleep."

"Shame they can't be this quiet all the time," Agustín teased, joining her beside the bed.

They watched their girls sleep for awhile, before Agustín squeezed Julieta's shoulder. "We really should get some sleep ourselves, you know. Busy day tomorrow."

Julieta sighed, nodding her head.

They both placed a kiss on each of the girls' foreheads, before taking one another's hands and walking out the door.

"Goodnight, you three," Julieta whispered, shutting the door softly behind them.

"Amor," Agustín said, as they made their way back to their own bedroom.

"Hmm?"

"Did you know Isabela was kissing boys already?"

#i have no idea if truth or dare is a historically accurate game but it's a sleepover so they're going to play it!!!!#disney #encanto #encanto fanfic #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #luisa madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #otp: ay agustín #encanto fan fiction #weatherby writes #random ramblings #ask #anonymous

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goddesspharo · 1 year

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Tagged by @antiquitea.

3 ships: This changes like...all the time. Wave something shiny and pretty and vaguely antagonistic at me and I'm pretty much yours.

I rewatched Top Gun Maverick over the weekend and even though the point of The Hard Deck intro was to establish that they all knew each other carnally, I'm feeling very into Hangman/Phoenix at the moment because who doesn't love a pairing with two extremely attractive people being shitheads to each other while secretly wanting to bone?

I feel a flare up of "why didn't Grace and Daniel make out in Ready Or Not?" at least once a month so that's still a thing, I guess. Adam Brody deserves better than being a second tier character in those dumb Shazam movies.

I miss seeing Kyle Valenti's face every week for two minutes an episode on Roswell, New Mexico so I am still extremely bitter that my garbage CW show got cancelled (except that I genuinely believe the first season was stellar and not just because every music cue was from the 90s) and after four seasons of wanting someone to love Kyle Valenti back, we fiiiiiiiinally got Kyle and Isobel getting together in the last episode after a season of secret and not so secret pining only so they could have...one minute of screen time together in which they...didn't even kiss? THANKS FOR DEPRIVING ME OF ALL THE NICE THINGS. Am I ever going to stop being bitter over not getting to see them date or make out or do all the things that Lily Cowles probably put up on her vision board? NO, I WILL NOT. Get them booked and busy!!!!

1st ever ship: I can't think that far back! I'm sure there were many before this but off the top of my head, my first thought after "I'm too ancient to remember this" was that Tommy and Kimberly in Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers ruled. Remember the proverbial water cooler discussions in elementary school when they introduced the green ranger? SPECTACULAR. Ah, back in the days when we thought some dude using a flute to summon a robot dragon was the height of being a bad ass. (Side note: the Power Rangers movie with Dacre Montgomery and Naomi Scott doesn't get enough credit for being a really good time. They teased a sequel that will never happen because not enough people recognize a good reboot!!!)

last song: Last week, I was inexplicably listening to A LOT of Dave Matthews Band live performances. I guess the inexplicable bit is that last week Spotify's Discover Weekly decided to randomly put a Stevie Nicks cover of "Crash Into Me" on my playlist, which sent me into a DMB spiral - I know this is deeply uncool because anyone who was alive in the 90s heard that song at least once a day for YEARS on the radio so we are all hardwired to roll our eyes at them, but this spiral led me to this (in which the late great LeRoi Moore's sax solo is the closest I will ever come to understanding Damien Chazelle's obsession with jazz) and, even more spectacularly, this, which is worth even listening to in the background. But actually none of that is what I've been listening to more recently. I was on call the other night and the only thing that got me through 48 hours on 4 hours of sleep was Tina Turner, particularly "Nutbush City Limits."

currently reading: Patricia Highsmith's Strangers On A Train.

last movie: I watched Breathe (2014; dir. Mélanie Laurent) last night and it was SO GOOD! Highly recommend! It was also refreshing to watch a movie that wasn't two hours long. Bring back 90-100 minute movies!

currently consuming: I'm drinking black tea with milk.

currently watching: About to watch the pilot of Mayfair Witches even though Alexandra Daddario has the acting range of a beautiful block of wood, but I'm in the intersection of AMC's venn diagram of "bitches who miss Interview With The Vampire" and "bitches who miss Jack Huston's face."

currently craving: Lychees, but they're out of season :(

Tagging whoever wants to do it!

#ask me things

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yosttravis · 1 year

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163 Minutes in Boston

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So about fifteen months ago, I signed up for my first 140mi Ironman. And then I trained a ton for it, and wrote about it. All-time experience.

But I got hurt during the early parts of the run and sort of slogged through it. And that just ate me alive, especially since (a) it was my first true marathon; and (b) I'm a much better runner than swimmer or cycler by nature.

That week I set a goal to qualify for Boston, and ran my second marathon in Utah, and qualified at 2:57, and wrote about what I did to run a sub-three. And you guys really liked that.

So let's talk about the Boston Marathon, which I ran over the weekend! I'll cut to the chase first -- the title was the giveaway, finishing 2:43 and 870th in my third (second?) full distance marathon.

For a fake runner, I was [mostly] happy. More on that later. Notes, race day details, and stats/splits to follow.

Training and Random Notes

On the plus-side of things, my training has been limit up over the last 12-months. Fitness levels, not a problem. Not at all. I do a lot more cross-training than most pure runners, which has it's benefits and drawbacks. But using Garmin's Intensity Minutes as a proxy, you can see how much we moved this needle up in recent months:

(That VO2 MAX is ripping ....)

On the minus-side of things, mostly everything else, at least for this race.

The worst winter (ever, and I mean EVER) in the Western United States. Running volume down as a result. Endless snow, frigid temperatures, and it's still going on.

An injury, which I've been lucky to avoid for a long while now. Twitter (TWITTER!) diagnosed the injury accurately -- popliteus tendinopathy, rare for most people, more common in runners and triathletes. Physical therapy affirmed. Lot of strength and mobility work, and we eventually went from 'sharpshooting pain' and 'aborted runs' in February to 'manageable'. It hasn't improved much beyond manageable. This also took running down some bit further on top of just horrific weather.

Generally speaking, I ran only about 30-40 miles a week during this 'down period', and in some weeks fewer than that. You can see how much I took it down (measured in mins)"

But I was religious about time on feet and cross-training. And those stairs. We kept on those stairs. More on that in a minute.

Race Morning Thoughts

Initially, I set a goal for 2:50:00. I knew that was a sandbagged number relative to my fitness, but I had concerns that my leg would hold up at the tail end of the race (especially in the infamous hills of Boston). Moreover, the weather was horrific. Just comical. The northeast has had the most pleasant winter in the history of mankind, and in typical April-in-New-England fashion, the marathon turned into intermittent monsoons and a sustained headwind. This was in the forecast in advance, and so I figured considering the factors at play.

I said I was bullish on fitness, but I was also bullish on nutrition. There are a lot of people I've learned who struggle (and struggle immensely with this) -- finnicky stomachs, indecisiveness, whatever. I train very early in the mornings and as soon as I'm done, it's one of my two jobs on deck, so breakfast is usually just a shake. That said: I tail-end eat a lot. I cannot remember the last day (in months) that I have not had at least two dinners. Eating so much late at night has it's drawbacks, but my body has grown well accustomed to storing and using for tomorrow morning's abuse. If you follow on Strava, you know there are a lot of hours in those early morning banks, and usually at harder intensities.

On that nutrition point: I really didn't have to overthink it much, because my caloric burn (~ 2.6k, let's call it) was only about 36 pct more burn than the average training day. Which isn't insignificant! But I imagine people who do not have heavy and sustained volumes have to get much more careful with loading 48-hours out from race, 24-hours out from race, etc.

With a relatively full stomach from the night prior, morning was easy: bagel and cream cheese, granola, honey stinger waffles (the GOAT of pre-workout food), and fluids.

Changed up the shoes this time around. I'm a firm believer in Nike for speed and HOKA for training/comfort. I usually race in Vapors, PR'd a 1/2 back on 9/11 in D.C (1:16). But it was in a monsoon, logged out the shoes something bad. So I went for the Alphas this time around. If you don't have a pair of Alphas, go get one. Worth it.

The Race

For anyone who is ever interested in running Boston, let me tell you a few quick things. One, it's a lifetime experience, full stop, it's not marketing and it's very real. Two, it's extremely secure, owing to previous events. Three, because it's extremely secure, it can feel cumbersome at times. Waiting around in Athletes Village for hours in cold weather and rain, with little to no cover -- not ideal. But everyone was in good spirits and by and large just trying to stay warm.

My qual time was good enough for wave one, but the congestion for the first five miles was insane. You really were running elbow-to-elbow for some bit of time. I stuck to the sides to try and at least hold a respectable pace (6:30 range) until it could thin out some.

The weather was a challenge the entire race. The cool temperatures kept the heart rate down (I only averaged 165 for the race, despite pushing some), but the sustained 20-25 mph headwind and intermittent heavy rain was a problem, and slowed the race considerably.

At the halfway mark, I was 1:19 range (tracker had 1:20 -- I of course ran more distance than needed, weaving in/out of crowds a few times). Still had full energy at this point, though my right knee was starting to bother a bit. At any rate, I knew I could carry this pace through the rest of the race, more or less.

The areas where the crowds are in Boston? Second to none. The energy is real. Really real. If you have music on, you won't hear it. And you don't want to hear it. Just a truly amazing experience and so laudable for the city -- these people want to motivate every runner, and man you get juiced up from it.

Take your pick: I either thought the hills around miles 16-20 were a bit overrated, certainly more of a mental challenge than anything. I don't say this as a running snob (I'm a fake runner, remember), I do say this as someone who swears by stairs and incline work. In every one of these races I seem to make up considerable time on comparable runners when going uphill. And though my pace grinded down expectedly climbing the hills, it was very comfortable and I didn't want to push my knee (now starting to bother a fair bit) to the point of no return. I trimmed my pace by about 20-25s in the last few miles for this reason. Pure fitness wise, I do think I could've held up the ~ 6:10 pace for about 33 to 35-miles or so, give or take. I do think I missed a couple of opportunities around miles 7-11 to gap down more aggressively, lesson learned there.

I ended 2:43. A bit disappointed to be blunt. I think with a healthy right leg, or better wx conditions, I could've given 2:39:59 a real run.

Most importantly: critical advertising for the worldwide leader. Go Bills.

Time for the next test. I left a lot on the table, and it's already bothering me!

Splits and Stats

#boston marathon #triathlon

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