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Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

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A/N: Ok lovelies. Sorry it took me so long to get these last two parts out. I've been working a lot. So the only time I can write is during my breaks. So a warning. This is a little sad. But with hopeful ending. I hope you guys like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language angst, fluff, body insecurities, slow burn, sexual situations, heartache and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: You finally got your guy. But something always gets in the way. Does true love conquer all?

Part 13

💔🎶

Two weeks after Eddie had met the producer he received the best news. He and the band were invited to tour. And not just that. But to also record.

They were to fly out to LA and start in a month. Which was perfect because the guys needed to get their affairs in order before heading out.

It was hard to believe that graduation was only 5 months away. Time seemed to be moving at a snails pace. Your time was filled with SAT prep courses. College applications and essays. Even traveling for clubs.

When Eddie told you about the plan, all you could think about was him dropping out of school. You guys actually had a very heated argument about it.

It was only a few days after Eddie told you, you decided to voice your concerns.

" Eddie. I just...you worked so hard. I hate to see you throw that all away."

You were sitting on his bed and he was on top of his dresser.

" I don't see why you just can't be happy for me y/n."

" I-I am."

" Then why are you trying to talk me out of it?!"

" Eddie I'm not. All I'm asking is for you to think about it...I get that this is an amazing opportunity. But it won't be the only one. You don't always have to jump on the first offer you get."

" This is our chance y/n. Please don't ask me to choose."

"I'm not asking for you to choose between becoming a rockstar and staying here. All I'm trying to say is that graduating is important. Getting a diploma is a good thing Eddie. You don't know what can hap-"

Eddie narrowed his eyes and cut you off. " So you really think I need a fall back? You know what." He shook his head and gripped the edge of the dresser until his knuckles were white. "It's really nice knowing you never believed in us."

You felt a prickle of tears coming. That's not what you were trying to say.

" Eds no. That's not it...you know I think you guys are amazing-"

" Are we really? Or were you just saying that because you have feelings for me?"

" Y-yes. You guys are very talented. And sure maybe my love for you influenced me a little. But I wouldn't say something I didn't mean."

Eddie scoffed. To be fair you did tell him they were good before you started dating. And you actually made a tape of them. Showing whoever you could when he still had it. But right now it felt like you wanted to hold him back. Didn't you know that he finally could be someone you could be proud of?

"So you're just being selfish?"

You looked at him and your heart sank. He looked so mad. And that was because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

" W-what?"

" Yeah. So you get to go off and live your dreams. While I stay here being miserable and wait for you...or is it that you are just being clingy and don't want me to leave?"

Eddie knew he shouldn't have said that. He immediately regretted it as soon as it came out. You weren't like that at all. To be honest, he wasn't really mad at you. He loved the shit out of you. It was just he had gotten into it with his uncle about the same thing earlier that morning. He always thought Wayne supported his dream. But after the exchange of heated words, all he cared about was your support. Which now he felt like he didn't have.

You looked away. Was that really what he thought? Were you only saying this so he would stay? Were you being overbearing and way too attached?

Maybe

You stood up and went to him. "I love you Eddie. And all I want is what's best for you... I'm sorry."

You kissed his cheek and went home. Finally letting yourself cry along the way.

He felt like such a dick. He knew he fucked up. And though he wanted to chase you and apologized for being that way. He decided to take some space to calm down. To go over the conversation. He didn't want to come back together just to fight again.

You really didn't say anything bad. Just for him to consider his options. Which to be fair he really didn't think about. When he was talking to the producer he kinda got too excited and said yes immediately. Without even talking to his band mates about it.

Still he really wanted to do this. And so did the guys. So he had to. Not just for him. But for them...for you. So that you guys could have a good life together.

Eddie was already planning what he was gonna do as soon as he made enough money. He was going to buy you a house. Then get married. After traveling for a couple of years. You guys would finally settle down and start a family. Sure the plan could change. But as long as it was you and him he didn't care how it changed.

Just a little after you left he grabbed his acoustic guitar and sat on the bed. This was how he dealt with overwhelming feelings. Pouring his heart out in song.

Leaving Eddie's was hard. You wanted to stay and talk about the issue. But you didn't want to cry in front of him.

He had already seen you cry too many times. And you hated it. Also a part of you thought that he was being way too harsh on you. He was your boyfriend, but most importantly your friend. You should have been able to talk to him. To say how you felt and not fear how he would react to it.

You could understand that yes this was his dream. But walking the line was also one too. Why couldn't he do both? Why couldn't fame wait until after graduation?

Maybe you were being selfish. Maybe the thought of him running off scared you. What if he found someone better? Someone he had more in common with. Someone who could be there with him.

Yes you knew that eventually things were gonna change. But you didn't expect it to change this fast. You had barely had any time with him. And now he was already moving on.

When he leaves, would that be the end of the relationship? Or would it end sooner?

So many damn unanswered questions ran through your head. That all they did was make you cry even more.

You sat at your desk and started to draw. Not really having anything in mind. You just drew. Sometimes you did this when you were upset. And right now you were hurt.

Before bed you packed your overnight bag for tomorrow's debate competition in Columbus Ohio. You looked out your window and saw Eddie putting in his pajamas.

You caught his eye and he waved. You looked away and turned off the light.

Eddie was getting ready to go over and sleep with you like he did almost every night since you guys got together. But when you didn't wave back he figured you needed more time. He must have really hurt your feelings if you couldn't even look at him.

His instincts told him to just go over anyways. But he didn't.

...

In the morning Eddie woke up from the worst sleep in his life. He was up in the early morning hours thinking of a way to show you how truly sorry he was for saying those awful things to you.

When he finally did fall asleep, his alarm went off an hour later. The first thing he did when he got up was peered out the window into yours. You should have been up by now. But he didn't see you.

He got dressed and went over. He knocked and was greeted by your brother.

" Eddie. What's up?"

" Uhh came to drive y/n to school."

" Did you forget? She had that debate thing in Ohio."

Eddie palmed his forehead. " Fuck!"

Matthew chuckled. " Yeah you forgot. It's cool. You have a lot on your plate. "

" Shit I didn't even get to say bye."

" Dude she's coming home in two days. Don't freak out."

Eddie nodded. Now he had to sleep without you again. How could he forget you were leaving? And how the hell was he going to make it without you?

He turned and started for his van.

" Hey hold up. Y/n said to give this to you when I see you."

Eddie turned back to your brother who disappeared into the trailer and came back after a second. Handing him your sketch book.

He went to his van and looked through the book. You must have worked on it all night. The first couple of pictures were of D&D characters. He saw your version of what everyone's character looked like. Then as he kept going he saw the cartoon you watering flowers. And as soon as they were big enough, you picked them and gave them to the cartoon version of him. Saying you were sorry for making him upset.

Then his cartoon apologized for saying mean things to you.

Eddie smiled seeing the drawing of you two kissing. The last picture was him and Corroded Coffin on a stage performing. With a little you holding up your horns in the crowd.

...

Eddie had half the mind to drive to Ohio. But he didn't. So he went to school to try and convince someone to give him his diploma.

The whole competition was a blur. All you could think about was Eddie. It was so bad that you actually lost.

This was the first time that happened. You didn't even get a second place award.

Worried that Eddie was still upset you went straight home instead of going to see him.

The moment you came back Eddie was at band practice. He was having a hard time concentrating too. To the point where he decided to call it a day.

When he went home he saw your light on. He quickly ran over.

You were in the kitchen fixing supper when he walked in.

"Angel?'

You glanced at him and put on a fake smile. This was the longest you've guys been apart since you got together. The pain in your heart for not seeing him was terrible.

" Hi"

Eddie walked to the small kitchen and pulled you away from the stove. Embracing you.

The way he held you, made you feel so much better.

" Baby, I don't want to fight anymore. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. And I'm really sorry for not coming over the other night."

"I'm sorry too Ed's."

He looked down at you. " You don't need to apologize for anything. I know you were just trying to talk. I was the dick for thinking you were doing something that you weren't. I don't want you to think that you have to hold back when it comes to saying how you feel. Especially when you talk to me."

You turned off the stove and took a few steps away from him.

" Eddie, I didn't mean to come off like I don't support you. Of course I do." You hung your head. " And...and if I'm being too needed. I'm sorry."

Eddie felt even worse. You weren't like that at all. If anything he was the super clingy one. He basically followed you around like a puppy. Hanging off every word you said. Touching you whenever he could.

He shook his head and went to you. Lifting your face so that he can look into his favorite pair of eyes.

" No. You're not needy or clingy or any of that. And I really didn't mean it. If anything I want you to be more. "

" I just don't want to be too much for you. I know I can be annoying sometimes."

" Never. You could never annoy me. I love you."

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest.

" I missed you Eds."

He kissed the top of your head. " I missed you too baby."

After a bit he sat at the small table while you continued to cook.

" So did you win?"

You quickly glanced at him. " Umm no."

" Oh Angel I'm sorry. I know how hard you worked for it."

"It's okay... can't win them all I guess."

You fixed Eddie and yourself a plate and sat with him.

You weren't really hungry anymore so you just picked at your food. " When...when do you have to leave?"

Eddie grabbed your hand making you look at him.

" In about a month."

You nodded and your heart sank again. You looked back down at your plate.

So soon.

You faked a smile and Eddie knew it.

"Y/n. Look at me."

You fought back your tears and did.

" I want to spend every second with you."

You nodded.

"And before I go. I'm gonna need your help."

" With what?"

He tried to smile. But he wanted to cry.

" I need help with a schedule."

"A schedule?"

" Yeah. I want something to follow. I want us to make time for each other. I know that I'm gonna be busy and so will you. So we have to have a set time for us to call one another. And if for some reason we can't talk. Then we'll write."

You started to feel a little better knowing he still wanted to talk to you after he left.

"Umm so we're still going to do this?"

He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. " What do you mean?"

" Be together."

Eddie pulled his hand away. " Do-do you not want to be?"

" I do. I want to be with you."

" But?"

You shook your head and looked away again. " But, are you sure?"

" Sure about what?"

" That you want me. That you're willing to do the distance thing with me...I can understand if you don't....if you meet someone else."

" That's what you're worried about? That I'm gonna meet someone else."

You stood quiet.

" Y/n." He stood up and you moved to face him when he kneeled in front of you. " Don't you know that you're the one for me? This just started and I'm not ready to just let that go. And to tell you the truth. I'm never gonna want this to be over."

" I just don't want to hold you back."

" Baby, I'm doing this not just because it's my dream. I'm doing this for you...so I can give you the life you deserve."

" You want a life with me?"

" Yes! I want you."

You finally let the tears fall. " I want you too...always."

He wiped your tears away. " And you have me. Forever."

You sniffled. " Umm excuse me."

Eddie got up and watched you go to your room. He sat back down pulling his plate and chair closer to yours.

When you came back you had two brand new daily planners and two pens.

" Okay Munson. Let's do this."

Eddie smirked and kissed your cheek. " Ready baby."

...

Eddie didn't lie when he said he wanted to spend every second he could with you. He even kept going to school just to see you.

One day two weeks later you went home to get changed while Eddie got ready for band practice. The guys wanted your opinion on a new song they came up with.

There was an unfamiliar car parked in front of your trailer.

When you walked through the door there was someone sitting in the living room talking to your brother.

" Hey sis "

" Hey."

" Umm this is Mr. Davidson."

" Hello." You said walking to him and held out your hand.

Mr Davidson stood up and shook your hand.

" It's very nice to meet you Miss L/N. I am the Administrative Officer for MIT."

Oh shit!

" Oh. Hi. Um yes it's nice to meet you as well."

You all took a seat as Mr Davidson continued.

" Miss L/N. I was just telling your brother that MIT would like to invite you to visit our campus in two weeks. I saw that you submitted an application to the school for next fall."

" Y-Yes."

"Well normal we wait until February to send out our early action letters. But the school thought I should reach out earlier than that."

" Umm. Are you saying I've been accepted?"

Mr Davidson smiled. " Yes. You will still be getting a letter in the mail. I assume MIT wasn't the only college you applied for?"

" Yes sir. But MIT was my first option. It's my dream school."

" Good. That's very good to hear. So the reason the schools inviting you to visit is because we would like to see if MIT would be the right fit for you. We understand that there are many colleges that have similar programs and that are much closer to home. However, we would be honored to have you join the school the summer after graduation."

The summer?

You looked at your brother and he grinned at you. MIT was really the only school you actually wanted to go to.

" I umm. Wow. This is...wow. thank you."

" You're very welcome. But Miss L/N you don't have to make the decision now. We encourage all our applicants to visit other schools to make sure they are making the best choice for their higher education."

You nodded.

Mr Davidson pulled open his brief case. " I have here some information for the week of the visit if you choose to participate." He handed you a piece of paper. " The week will be filled with activities and introductions of courses. You will see the dormitories and mess hall. You will also get information about the local area if you choose to explore that as well."

" That sounds fantastic."

" Mr Davidson, I have a question about tuition."

He looked at your brother. " Yes of course. It is with great pleasure that I can offer Miss L/N a full ride."

Your mouth dropped open. Not only did you get an early acceptance but a full ride. And to MIT.

This can't be happening.

You and your brother were speechless.

" I-i-i."

Mr Davidson laughed. " I know. It's a lot. But like I said. MIT wants you to consider it while you make your decision. You are incredibly bright. I can see by your grades and extra curricular activities that you will go far. You stood out amongst other applicants with all your work and progress you've made throughout your academic career. And with the schools help, we can narrow down what exactly you will be majoring in. Then you can have your choice in the abundance of jobs that will be offered to you once you graduate

All you could do was nod. You wanted to accept the offer right then and there. But you really had to go over your options. There was now someone who made things a little more challenging. And he was leaving.

As you said your goodbyes. You and your brother just stood there for a second. Then you jumped into his arms.

" OH MY GOD!!! MIT!"

" See kiddo. I knew you could do it." Matthew said while spinning you around in his arms.

With tears in your eyes. You pulled away and palmed your forehead.

" We have to celebrate! Let me call Bethany and you go get Eddie."

You watched your brother jog to the kitchen phone and dial. Your smile faded into a frown.

Eddie...

...

When Eddie got home he was so happy. He had your support and after a lot of convincing he had his uncle's too.

When he was getting his guitar he didn't know how he could make it through practice without touching you. Without kissing you. Especially after you heard the song he wrote just for you.

When he went to his van a smile found him. He watched you walk over from your place. There was something different. You seemed happy but your eyes told a different story.

When you came to him you hugged him... hard.

" What's going on Angel?"

You pulled away and grabbed his hand. Leading him to the steps to sit down.

You sat there with his arm around your waist.

" I just had a visitor."

He tried to meet your eyes. But you didn't look at him.

" Who?"

" The uhh administrative officer from MIT."

" Really?"

You nodded. " He offered me a full ride."

"WHAT?! OH FUCK! BABY!"

He jumped up and pulled you into his arms. When you hesitated to hug him back he leaned away to look at you.

" Why aren't you as happy as I am?"

" I am. Really."

" But?"

" I...I got invited to visit the school."

" Uhh okay. That doesn't explain why you're not jumping up and down right now."

You tried to hold back your tears.

" Eddie, the weekend I'm supposed to go and visit...is the weekend you're leaving."

His heart sank. " O-oh. So you won't be here when..."

You shook your head.

Eddie let you go and backed away. All he wanted to say was not to go. He wanted to beg you to stay so that he could be with you until the moment he had to get on the plane. But he couldn't. He shouldn't. You didn't beg him to stay with you. So he couldn't ask you to do that.

" I don't-"

Eddie cut you off. " You should go."

" No. I have to be here."

He came back to you and held your hands. " Where is the school again?"

" Massachusetts."

Eddie brought your hands up and kissed them. " Maybe I can leave from there. I can try to change my ticket."

" You would do that for me?"

" I would do anything for you."

Now you couldn't go. He had to know that you would do the same for him.

" I'm staying."

" No Angel."

" Yes Munson. The school will still look the same after you leave."

" No I'll go with you. Besides. I want to see if the place is good enough for my girl."

" What about the guys?"

" I'll meet them in LA."

" Eddie-"

"Baby. I'm going with you. And that's final."

You sighed. No point in arguing about this.

" Okay."

He smiled. " Okay. So no practice tonight. We are celebrating. I'm going to tell the guys."

" Umm if you want, invite them join us."

" Yeah. I'll have one of them bring a cake or something."

Eddie smirked and hugged you lifting you up a little.

When he let you go he shouted.

" DO YOU HEAR THAT HAWKINS? MY GIRL GOT INTO MIT! "

...

You guys actually drove to MIT. The fourteen hour drive was awesome. You all switched off when someone got tired. And when you guys finally got to the hotel, you passed out.

Eddie didn't bring it up or even try. Which was also nerve wrecking. He spent most of the time either on the phone or just holding you. He seemed to be getting sadder with each passing day.

This was a first. Sharing in a hotel room with Eddie. You were nervous because this was the last few nights together. You weren't sure if you should let Eddie leave without you two having sex. Not that you didn't want to. It's just you didn't want it to be forced. And every day that got closer to him leaving felt like you had to.

Every time he looked at you now all he wanted to do was cry. He knew leaving you was gonna be hard. He just didn't expect for it to be this hard.

For the past two nights he had been silently crying. Wishing for you to just come with him. Sure he still had his friends and he had the schedule for when you guys could talk. But he knew the moment he left he would leave a piece of himself behind.

He didn't want to ruin this moment for you though. The way your face lit up when you explored the school. How absolutely excited you were to go there. He hated it. Well not really. He just didn't like the fact you guys were gonna be so far apart. But he swore to himself he wasn't going to regret this. He swore to support you just as much as you've supported him.

As the final day crept closer you felt the reality of what was happening finally setting in. You tried to make the best of the situation. However, two nights before he had to go he got a call from Gareth saying he had to leave the next morning. Something about picking the wrong day to fly out.

Eddie hung up the phone and went to find his ticket. And sure enough it said he was supposed to leave in the morning. He sat on the bed waiting for you to come back with more towels. Cursing at himself.

When you got back he immediately got up and hugged you.

" What's wrong Eds?"

He pulled you to the bed and sighed.

"I have to leave in the morning."

Your initial reaction was silence. But then you started to stutter.

" Wh-what? N-no. We-we have two-two more d-days."

" I screwed up Angel. I guess I asked for the wrong day."

" You what? Eddie I told you what day."

" I know. I'm sorry."

You got up and shook your head. You were supposed to have two more days with him.

" I.. fuck!"

" Baby, come sit down."

" No! I..."

He got up and tried to hold you but you moved away from him.

" Y/n don't-'

" No Eddie. You're leaving tomorrow."

" I'm sorry."

" Stop! Stop being sorry."

Eddie stood quiet watching you pace the room.

" I had this whole thing planned Eddie."

" I-I know."

You looked at him seeing the tears in his eyes. There was a comet that was supposed to pass tomorrow night. You had planned on taking him out to dinner and watch it after.

Then once you guys got back you were gonna ask him to make love to you. But now all that was ruined.

It was already difficult as it was. You weren't ready to say goodbye. Now you were forced to do it early.

" I'm not ready." You said, wiping away your tears.

You finally let Eddie hold you.

" I know baby. I'm not ready either."

After a little while you helped him pack. Crying every little bit.

Once everything was ready to go, you guys got ready for bed. You pulled him into your arms and held him.

Eddie hugged your torso and started to sing.

🎵

So caught up in you, little girl

And I never did suspect a thing

So caught up in you, little girl

That I never want to get myself free

And baby it's true

You're the oneWho caught me baby you taught me

How good it could be

🎵

As he continued to sing tears fell down the side of your face.

Eddie could feel your body tense slightly under him. He looked up to you.

" Baby please don't cry. I'll be back as soon as I can."

" I know. I'm just happy. Happy that you came, happy that you chose me to spend your last night with, happy that you still want this. Even when you don't have to. I'm happy because you make me feel so loved."

You met his gaze.

" Make love to me Eddie."

" Are...are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to just because I'm leaving."

You sat up. " I want to...I want you. All of you."

" Okay Angel...okay." he whispered kissing you.

He slowly undressed you as you helped him out of his clothes.

As the kiss deepened you straddled him wrapping your fingers in his curls.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked just above a whisper.

He nodded. You rolled off and he reached over for his wallet.

You watched as he pulled out a foiled square. Before he put it on he leaned on his elbow and caressed your cheek.

" Y/n. Seriously we don't have to do this."

" Do you not want to?"

" I do. I just-"

" Eddie. I love you. And I'm ready now."

He leaned in and kissed you.

Once the condom was on he got on top of you and pressed himself between your legs.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm your nerves.

" Are you nervous?"

You opened your eyes and peered deep into his. The second your eyes met. You weren't so nervous anymore. He looked at you with so much love. That all you could do was smile.

" Not anymore."

He grinned. " I am."

You moved his bangs. " Why?"

He looked away.

" Eds look at me."

He did.

" If you don't want to-"

" I do. I'm just worried that I'll hurt you."

" Do you want me to get on top?"

" Y-yeah."

He slid off and helped you straddle him again. You bent over to kiss him and lifted your bottom so he could align himself with your entrance.

You had both hands on the either side of his face then moved one to put on his chest.

As you took him in you, you pulled away from his lips and met his forehead with yours.

Eddie's hands held onto your thighs while you slowly sank down on him. Fingers digging in harder with every inch that disappeared in you. Your incredible warmth surrounded him. Gripping him like a vice. Your soft gasps turned him on even more.

Feeling the stretch he was giving you was amazing. You could feel yourself practically dripping for him.

You kept going until he was completely in. The second he was, you gasped so loud that Eddie thought you were hurt.

He quickly cupped your face. " Baby let's stop."

You moved back a little " What? Why?"

" I hurt you."

" N-no Eds...well yes. But it felt...I don't know. Good...I never felt that before."

"The spot where my tip is touching?"

You nodded.

" Oh baby. I'm sorry. I should have been on top and eased that for you."

You gave him a sweet smile. " it's fine Eds. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Are you sure you don't want to stop?"

" No Eddie. I want to keep going."

" Okay... Let's just go slow."

You bit your lip and pulled yourself to sit up. You hurried and pressed your lips together to stop another loud gasp.

The pain was well.. painful. But you didn't know why you wanted more.

You swiveled your hips back the forwards painfully slow. And when the spot got hit again you threw your head back and moaned.

When Eddie saw that he sat up and held you still. He moved his hips so that he could thrust up into you. Being as careful as he could.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Moans and grunts filled the room. Them becoming more frequent the faster Eddie went.

"Ed-Eddie. I'm close"

"Shit. Me too."

" Can...can I move my hips?"

Eddie's hands let up a little. " Yeah Baby....fuck...yeah."

Eddie stopped moving and let you rock your hips. He could feel your body shake every time you got him to hit that sweet spot. And with every bitter sweet hit he also felt your walls pulsate like crazy. Drawing him closer and closer to his release. Then your rocking became short and fast .

" I'm cu-cumming." You warned

" Jesus H!!" Was all he could say before he came too.

Your hips slowed until you felt Eddie twitch.

You guys held each other until you caught your breaths.

You laid down so tired. Eddie pulled you into his arms after he took off the condom.

" Are you okay Angel?"

" Mmhmm. Are you?"

" So good baby. So good."

"Promise?"

Eddie laughed a bit. " Pinky promise."

He held out his pinky and you hooked it with yours.

" I love you so much Eddie."

" Promise?"

You giggled a little. "Pinky promise."

You held out your pinky this time.

" I love you too y/n."

As you laid there you got sad again. And so did Eddie.

You started outlining his tattoos with your finger tips. While Eddie rubbed your back.

You both knew you were worried about one another. But instead of ruining this moment with tears you both continue to say I love yous and kissed until you both fell asleep.

...

Eddie woke up at the ass crack of dawn. When he opened his eyes you were spooning him.

He grinned to himself and slowly got up so he wouldn't wake you. He tipped toed around putting on his clothes. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair. He looked down into your toiletry bag and saw your favorite light blue green scrunchie. He plucked it out and put his hair in a low bun.

He went back out into the room and saw that you moved. You were laying down on your stomach with your leg doing a figure four under the bed sheet.

He smiled again and went to squat next to the bed.

He moved your hair out of your face and over your shoulder. Your beauty took his breath away and made his stomach do flips. His eyes fell to his ring as his hand resting on your back. He pulled it off and slid it on your finger. After he stood up and gently kissed your forehead. Hovering for a second.

" I'm yours baby... evermore."

Before he went out the door he placed a note and his keys on the pillow.

He took one last look at you. " I'll be back soon...I promise."

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onechicagorpf · 4 years

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Not A Stranger - Part 1

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader (Chicago Med intern)

Waking up in bed next to a random naked guy after a drunken night out usually sucks, but eh, whatever. You’ll never see him again, right? Well except this time, random naked guy turns out to be your ED Attending’s little brother, so maybe you’re a little bit screwed…

Warnings: Swearing, some suggestive details. (Part 2 is going to be full-on smut, though!)

Read Part 2 here Read Part 3 here Read Part 4 here

You open your eyes slowly, blinking away your sleepiness. Almost immediately, a dull throb starts aching away in your head, and as you bring your hand up to massage your temples you wonder why the hell you thought it’d be a good idea to get hammered on a work night.

The next time Hermann tells me to try his new tequila concoction that he’s sure won’t cause a hangover the next day, I’m going to stick a scalpel in his neck, you think to yourself.

“Fuck,” you press your palms against your eyes, trying your best to get your brain functioning. As you turn your head, you notice another figure in the bed, on his stomach facing away from you. A guy, and he’s shirtless, possibly even naked except the sheets are up to his hip. For some reason, the only things you can focus on for a whole minute are the tiny freckles dotted all across his broad shoulders. And also just his muscular broad shoulders in general, you guess.

You have a moment of peace and quiet, just laying there next to this man as the sunlight streams in through the blinds, before everything comes crashing down.

You’re supposed to be on shift today.

Why, oh why do you make such bad decisions? It’s not like you’re just a lowly intern – a first-year resident – who is just a month past med school graduation, and is barely keeping up with the rigours of being an ED doctor.

Oh wait.

You are exactly all of that!

“Fuck,” you repeat to yourself, whispering this time as the guy continues to softly snore next to you.

You decide to do the absolute mature, adult thing to do, which is to sneak out of this guy’s house unnoticed and never think about him ever again.

Okay, maybe it’s not the most mature thing, but honestly you do not have the time right now to wake him up, strike a conversation, do breakfast, and the whole nine yards. You do feel a little bad though, because when you look over, the guy seems really cute.

Dammit Y/N, focus!

First step right now is getting out of bed, sneaking out of random-cute-guy’s house, and – you look around for a clock, find one displaying 05:30 on the bedside table, shit – get to work immediately. No one tells you about how early hospital rounds begin until you’re already in med school and it’s too late to turn back, you think, as you quietly extricate yourself from the sheets and the bed.

Embarrassingly, you can’t find your underwear anywhere and after 5 minutes of searching while tip-toeing around you’re at your wit’s ends, so you just pull on your pants, put on the rest of your clothes, and leave his apartment. You thank God softly under your breath, as random-cute-guy continues to sleep through all of it, even as you slowly latch his front door closed.

A couple of minutes later, you’re in the back of an Uber, asking the driver to make a quick stop at your apartment before taking you to Med. As he drives off, you lean as far back as possible against the leather seat and sigh deeply.

“Fuck.”

***

You slip past the front desk in the ED with your head as far down as it’ll go, trying to make your way into the doctors lounge without catching anyone’s eyes considering you’re a good 15 minutes late.

“Dr Y/L/N! Thank you for deciding to grace us with your presence today!” Your ED Attending, Dr Will Halstead calls out loudly and you groan, leaning against the glass door to the lounge to open it.

“Go easy on her, last I heard from the 51 boys was that she tried Hermann’s special tequila concoction last night, and then decided to hit up a nightclub,” Maggie offers, her perfect eyebrows waggling as you hang your coat and grab your stethoscope.

“Firefighters are gossipy and if they really cared about saving lives they should’ve stopped me last night.” You grumble, swinging on your white coat. Will just shakes his head, walking in.

“Oh man, I feel like someone should’ve warned you against trying Hermann’s test drinks.” He says, and you glare at him, arms on your hips.

“Ya think?”

Maggie raises her eyebrows, laughing in surprise at your sharp response. “Is this you or the hangover speaking?” Will asks, grinning, unfazed by your grumpiness.

“Unfortunately the hangover and I are one and the same.” They laugh, and then Maggie ruffles your hair before someone comes to ask her something, and she takes her leave. Will makes a motion showing you the door and the two of you move to the ED desks.

“Alright, as your attending I need to tell you that it’s a bad idea to drink on a work night.” Will says to you as he hands you an iPad, with a patient’s charts. You start scrutinising it as he continues. “However, as a person who also used to be 20 something and an intern, I get it. Make sure you get loads of fluids in you and don’t let Lanik find out you went drinking last night.”

“Thanks,” you say, tossing a quick smile at Will before turning back to the iPad. “Okay…nasal congestion, rhinorrhea, pharyngitis and no fatigue or anorexia. Plus there’s no fever so it’s probably just an upper respiratory infection, but I can run tests to rule out the flu just in case?” You ask, and Will shrugs. “Doesn’t hurt to be careful, but given that the patient’s symptoms are all weak, the fact that she’s been here for 3 hours, and that she wants to get the hell out at this point, let’s just write her a prescription for URI meds. If she doesn’t get better in a week she can come back.” You respond in the affirmative and get to it.

You’d been clearing the general flus and colds in the waiting room for about an hour when you started hearing some shouting.

You turn to the ambulance bay entrance and see paramedics rolling in a dishevelled guy, gripping on to his bloody right arm, yelling like he was actively being run over by a bulldozer. You spot K9 unit officers behind him and roll your eyes.

“It’s not a day in a Chicago ED if we don’t get some moron who decides to outrun a police dog.” You say, and Doris laughs. The paramedics roll the patient into treatment 2, but Will’s not there.

Your eyes scan the ED and spot him still at the ambulance bay door, talking to someone you can’t see, but you notice the flash of a badge and figure he’s the arresting detective. You make your way over to Will.

“Hey, Dr Halstead? If you want I can get started on the guy first - ” You begin, but you quickly freeze when Will turns around and you make eye contact with the other guy and recognise him immediately.

Oh my god, it’s random-cute-guy! From last night! And this morning…

“Y/N, this is my brother, Detective Jay Halstead.” You smile, nodding. It’s a whole Mississippi-second before what Will’s said hits you, fully.

“Wait what?!” You exclaim, eyebrows shooting up and Will frowns.

“…I have a little brother. This is him,” He says, extremely slowly, pointing at random-cute-guy, who you just cannot make eye contact with right now. You don't say anything, and just keep blinking, stunned.

This cannot be happening right now!

Will continues. “Jay, this is Dr. Y/L/N, the ED intern. She’s new; only been here about a month.”

Jay Halstead smirks, and it’s the literal most sinful thing on this planet. “Well, it’s nice to meet you for the very first time.” He drawls, and for a moment all you can think about is the way he sounded last night, his moans, his voice in your ear, his choked off cry when he came –

Will’s got a confused look on him, and you decide that this needs to stop, right now, before it gets any worse.

“I – it – uh, so the patient in 2, I can um – he got hit by a dog. Bit by a dog, sorry.” You correct yourself, shaking your head.

Fuck! Why the – just – FUCK!

You cover your face with your hands and just laugh nervously. “Okay so,” you gesture wildly towards treatment 2 and Will continues to look on with extreme concern in his eyes, “I’m just going to go. Over there. And do my thing. Stitches and…check for rabies.”

“He’s a police dog, he doesn’t have rabies.” Jay supplies, nonchalantly leaning against the nearest wall, looking very amused by everything going on around him.

“Y/N, you okay?” Will asks, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You wave him off. “I’m good, I’m good, just – tired, you know?” You try to smile reassuringly.

“Hermann gave her a tequila concoction at Molly’s last night and it made her decide to go clubbing on a Tuesday night,” Will joyously explains to Jay, whose eyebrows shoot up.

“Is that right? Where’d you go?” He asks, a huge shit-eating grin on his face. Like as if he doesn’t know the answer to that. Like as if he wasn’t also there, like as if the two of you didn’t meet at the bar, like as if you didn’t makeout on the dancefloor while pressed against each other, like as if you didn’t get into a cab and – well. Like as if.

“The Verge.” You mutter, looking down and praying for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Hey, I was there last night too!” Jay replies and you look up, see the sparkle in his green eyes and his beaming smile and you want to reach across Will and strangle him.

“Too bad I didn’t see you. At all.” You scowl, and thankfully Doris calls you and Will over to 2.

You walk in to find the patient thrashing around while the nurses are trying their best to keep him down.

“Alright let’s get restraints on him.” Will instructs, and you move to the patient’s right, trying to grab his arm. He swings at you and nearly connects with your temple; thankfully you dodge it at the last second.

“Hey, watch it!” Will shouts, and the patient starts screaming incoherently.

“Can we get some help in here?!” Doris calls out, and the patrol officers who brought the patient step in, but there’s just too much going on and stuff flying around the room that no one can get a hold of the situation.

Everyone starts talking about what they think needs to be done, whether to restrain him or sedate him or do something else entirely, but all you can focus on is the way the patient’s right arm is swinging around while his left arm is barely raising above the gurney rail. Something in your gut gives you a bad feeling as your eyes traverse up to his face and you see it – his mouth is drooping on his left side.

“He’s stroking…” Nobody pays any attention to you, partly because your voice is a low whisper. What if you’re wrong? The last thing you want to do is be the idiot intern who screamed stroke protocol just because some drunk, incoherent ran-from-a-police-dog idiot was being, well, drunk and incoherent!

The patient’s left arm sags completely, and he leans back against the pillow. Fuck it.

“He’s stroking!” You repeat, your loud voice catching even you by surprise. Everyone stops talking and whips around to face you.

“Are you su – ” Will starts, but you cut him off, quickly rattling off stroke protocol instructions.

“Get me an IV and page the stroke unit now!” Everyone snaps into work quickly, like a well-oiled machine. Someone shoves an IV pack in your hand and you immediately get a line started while Doris performs a blood draw. Will’s on the phone with Neuro, and before you know it your patient is getting wheeled away up to CT.

“Do I – uh, do I come with?” You ask, almost breathless from all the adrenaline. Will shakes his head. “I’ll go for the CT, and then pass it off to the stroke unit and neuro. You stay down here and take a breather.” He calls over his shoulder, and then disappears around a turn, but not before –

“That was a good call, Y/N.”

You nod, biting your lips. God, I hope it was. If I was too late –

“Okay, okay.” You say to no one in particular, trying to clear your head. In fact, you’re standing in a very empty treatment room right now, still breathing heavy.

“So you’re not just bossy in bed, huh?”

You groan out loud, dropping your face in your hands, before swinging around to face a very cheeky detective.

“Is this how you flirt?” Your hands are on your hips and your voice is low because the last thing you want is anyone finding out about last night. “Hmm? Is this what gets girls into your bed? Because honestly if this is all you’ve got then you gotta go work on your game, dude.”

Jay scoffs. “What, like this isn’t working?” He lifts a finger to signal you to pause as he continues. “And for the record, I don’t have to try and get you into my bed considering we’ve been there and done that.” He crosses his arms – god, his biceps are huge – and smirks at you.

You stare at him for a moment, in silence, your cheeks burning.

He raises his eyebrows.

You surge forward and grab his arm, yanking him out of the room and dragging him unceremoniously, but still without attracting attention, into the doctors’ lounge. Placing your hands on his chest, you shove him as far into the lounge as you can.

“Jesus – okay, I mean, I’d prefer a room without glass doors for sex but - ”

You’re pretty sure you’re turning bright red.

“We’re NOT having sex right now! In fact, we’re NEVER having sex again, okay?!” You exclaim while still sort of whispering, and Jay just frowns. “Here’s the deal – ” you continue, trying to ignore how close the two of you are, “Your brother? Is my boss. So yeah, last night was a mistake.”

“Sure,” Jay says, shrugging. You’re a little surprised (and honestly, slightly disappointed he’s given in so easily), except he then leans in and you suck in a sharp breath. In a low voice, he adds, “But we should probably do it again just to make sure, yeah?”

Your heart’s hammering in your chest, and your lips part. His soft lips, slightly pink, are all you can focus on, right up until you see them curl as he bites his lip, and his tongue runs over them, and you think your brain is completely short-circuiting.

You lick your lips. “We, uh, we – .” You can barely even hear your own voice, and Jay just shakes his head. “We what?” He asks, and you’re stunned that he’s somehow got his bearings about him – you’re stunned that he’s not completely ruined the way you are right now. But then you notice you can see his pupils dilating, that he’s holding his breath, that his eyes are fixed on you like you’re some kind of an addictive substance and you know he wants you so fucking bad. Last night’s got him hooked. On you.

Your head is hazy, and without thinking about it – or thinking about anything at all – you lean in, and so does Jay, and the gap between the two of you is shrinking rapidly and your heart’s going haywire and your inner thigh is throbbing and you can hear him shift and –

“Y/N!”

You snap back, stunned. Jay straightens immediately, head tilting back towards the ceiling, eyes closed as he takes a deep breath.

Natalie’s entering the doctors’ lounge, and thankfully she’s looking down at her phone as she does. A quick scan through the glass doors of the ED tells you that no one’s noticed your little…moment with Jay, far in the back of the lounge.

“Uh, y – yes, Dr Manning?” Is that your voice? God, you’re stuttering!

Natalie looks up. “Wards just paged about the peds patient we saw yesterday – her new set of labs came back and we need to go over them with the family. I’ll be up in 5 minutes, so I’ll see you then?”

“Y – yeah, I’ll be there. Thanks Dr Manning.” Natalie smiles at you, before turning to Jay.

“What’s got you hanging in the ED?”

“Uh, some unfinished business.” Jay replies smoothly and you press your lips together. Natalie and Jay make small talk before she leaves.

You lean against the far wall of the lounge, trying to hide as best as you can. It doesn’t escape your notice that Jay is watching you like a hawk, that he takes a couple of steps towards you.

Massaging your temples, you just sigh at this enormous clusterfuck of a situation. “Fuck me,” you groan.

You look up in time to see something in Jay’s eyes go dark.

Oh.

He steps close enough that your back straightens against the wall, and your heart starts pounding in your chest again. Jay stares at you, his green eyes piercing, and gently tucks a loose strand of hair back behind your ear. The feel of his rough fingertips against your cheek, your ear, is enough to make you feel like you’re vibrating, and you cross your legs subconsciously.

“What…do you think I’m trying to do, hm?” Jay asks, whispering.

You swallow hard.

Jay’s lips curve into a salacious smile and he steps back.

“You let me know if you ever change your mind, Dr Y/L/N.” There’s still a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his lips, but you can tell he means it. That he wants it. You.

He turns around and takes a few steps, but stops and comes back to you.

“Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. You left something at my place.” Jay’s hands reach into his back pocket and pull out…a lacy, black pair of panties. Your cheeks burn, and you snatch it out of his hands quickly, shoving it deep into your back pocket. Jay just laughs, but his face is a little red too.

You watch him as he leaves, smacking the top of the sliding glass door as he exits the doctors’ lounge.

You sag against the nearest wall.

“Okay…fuck.”

***

The rest of the day drags on in a slow, painful stretch. Or maybe it just feels that way to you, because you try so hard to keep your mind off of Jay, of what you did last night, of what he did to you this morning, but you just can’t. You’re typing up your charts and you can’t stop thinking about the way his lips felt on yours. You’re having lunch and you swear if you close your eyes, you can just feel his fingers skating over your body. You’re waiting for lab reports at radiology and you keep remembering what it felt like when you were about to kiss in the lounge.

Thankfully, the rest of your day at Med is entirely unaffected. Well, almost entirely. Will keeps shooting furtive glances at you when he thinks you’re not looking, but you’re pretty sure he thinks it’s because of the stroke patient – who you now know as Toby Wilkerson – and not Jay.

“Alright, I’m done for the day, I’ll see you guys tomorrow,” Will announces to the ED, and there’s a chorus of goodbyes. He turns to you. “Oh, Dr Y/L/N – last I heard from Neuro was that Toby Wilkerson’s looking good. tPA seems to have done the trick.” Will informs you, and you smile, thanking him.

“Yeah, strokes can be extremely time-sensitive, so you did good there, okay? Don’t let the what-ifs stress you out. Go home and relax.” Will says, patting you on the shoulder before leaving.

Taking Will’s advice, you quickly finish up your reports and drive home. Chucking your keys on your coffee table, you head straight for your shower. Once you’re clean and changed, you lay down on your couch, interlocking your fingers behind your head, and take a deep breath.

Your mind is relaxed and at peace for all of 2 seconds before you start thinking about Jay again.

“Why. Why, oh why can I not get him out of my mind?” You whine out loud, and you get a mewling response from somewhere under the couch. Turning your head, you see your ginger cat exit his spot and jump onto your stomach, settling himself in.

“Tubbs, tell me I can’t go see him again.”

Tubbs emits a questioning meow.

“His brother is my attending, Tubbs! My boss and my colleague and my friend! If I start having relations with his little brother, then he can’t just see me as his student anymore. And if he ever does anything good for me, someone’s just going to assume that it’s because I’m screwing his brother. So – I just – I can’t see Jay again, I can’t have sex with him again, I just can’t. I’ve got to call it. I’m right, right?”

There’s just silence, and you look down at Tubbs. Who is busy licking his paw.

You roll your eyes, leaning back. “You know what, it doesn’t even matter. I can totally find another hot dude to bang. And Jay’s not even that hot, honestly.”

Tubbs meows and jumps down. He walks away.

“Okay fine, I guess he’s a little hot. It’s his eyes, I swear, they’re so – so fucking green. And pretty. But when he gets turned on they just lose all the light in them, and he turns into this – this man. Like he knows exactly what he wants from me and he’s going to get it. And his arms are huge, and when he’s holding you it’s like – ugh. And his lips – he – he just – he just knows – I.” You shake your head.

“I can’t – nope – I can’t sleep with him. It’s wrong. It’s bad and it’s wrong and I shouldn’t do it and I won’t.” You announce to your apartment.

There’s a moment of silence, before –

“Fuck.” You’re up, you grab your keys, your phone, and you’re out the door.

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maybedefinitely404 · 4 years

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Day 5: Logicality

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 5 - Any intense emotions your soulmate feels you will also experience.

Content Warning: strong emotion (duh), yelling, food mentions (one line).

Word count: 1.8k

He remembered back in high school, when things had gotten rough for him. Not that they had a reason to. Virgil had told him countless times that it was okay that he didn’t have a reason, he was allowed to feel sad just because, but his childhood friend’s words meant nothing during the times he was curled up on his bed at three am with a black hole in his chest, quietly sobbing apologies to the soulmate that could certainly feel his sadness as intensely as he did. If it was just him suffering, it wouldn’t have been so bad.

When university began, and his mental health began to improve, Patton was giddy. It took him a few months to adjust to missing his family, getting used to the crowded dorms, and the increased pressure of classes. Except now the classes were about things he really enjoyed, clearly pushing him forward in his Psychology career, and the people were so much nicer than in highschool. Bullies didn’t really… exist in college, not the way they did back there, and he found himself flourishing.

But now, no longer constantly focused on his mental health and that alone, a part of him, deep inside, was a little bit worried that he didn’t even have a soulmate. He never really felt the strong emotions his friends claimed to feel, emotions clearly detached from them but oh so real. Virgil was privy to spurts of pure courage, almost ecstasy, that would have him jumping off his bed to pace on the floor with a huge grin stretched across his face, trying to dispel the energy. Janus, a friend he made in one of his psych classes, sometimes talked about the negative emotions he got from his soulmate, the surges of hatred and bitterness that made him curl his slender fingers around the nearest object until it snapped or his fingers cramped up. The borrowed emotion, both good and bad, were something Patton hadn’t experienced yet, and the implications of that frightened him. He wanted a soulmate so badly… he would be crushed if he didn’t have one.

These were the thoughts rushing through his mind as the three of them walked into Philosophy 109, Virgil and Janus having an animated conversation about last classes homework. Something about Karl Marx; he wasn’t sure what they were torn about, exactly. He always had a tough time listening in this class, not due to the content of the lectures, but just because something about the prof set him on edge. Virgil offered that ‘his voice is kind of irritating’ and Janus pitched in that ‘his slides are always sloppy’, but none of that was quite… it. It wasn’t anything he could put a finger on, but just walking into the classroom had him stewing slightly.

Just as Janus was seemingly reaching the peak of his arguments, hands waving wildly, Virgil dug his elbow into Patton’s ribs.

“Hey, did you want to get dinner after class or wait until before English?”

The elbow in his side hurt, and before he realized what he was doing, Patton had shoved Virgil off of him. The shorter man stumbled, nearly knocking into the professor that had just walked into the room before catching his balance. His brows furrowed.

“Dude, you good?”

Patton’s eyes widened, almost comically, “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Virgil glanced at Janus, who merely shrugged, “Class is about to start.” He gestured meekly at their usual table and they sat, Patton taking the aisle spot before Janus could. Another look was shared between the other two. Patton was usually overly eager to sit in the middle, giggling at Virgil’s snarky notes and stealing Janus’ snacks, but right now he felt on edge. Defensive. Angry.

Huh- that was new.

His leg shook under the table as the professor greeted the class, nearly knocking Virgil’s travel mug off the table if it weren’t for his quick reflexes. He was running frantically through his mind, trying to find the trigger that had caused his anger. The day so far had been nothing unusual; morning classes and lunch at the cafeteria (grilled cheese, heck yeah), study session with the dorm in the lawn outside his building. Nothing had gone wrong, and even if this prof wasn’t his favorite, it wasn’t anything he couldn't get over so why-

Oh.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, it occurred to him that these weren’t his feelings. This wasn’t him. And that thought alone should have snapped him out of it, should have made him jump up and dance on the table because oh my goodness he actually has a soulmate, his worries were for nothing!

Except he couldn’t. Virgil’s concerned glances were increasing in frequency as his pen dug into his paper, trying his hardest to concentrate on the lecture over the raging blood in his ears. His teeth hurt, and he realized he was clenching his jaw hard enough to bite through rock. His leg still jittered, his notes were becoming more sloppy, and for the love of god, if this prof doesn’t stop talking I’m going to-

“WILL YOU SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY?”

At first, Patton thought he was the one who said it. His note paper had been ripped from his notebook, crumpled beneath his fist, and Virgil and Janus sure both looked shocked enough. But then the voice continued, coming from the back of the class.

“You’re a terrible professor, are you aware of that?! Did you get your teaching degree from a fucking Dollar Store?! I’m surprised you graduated middle school, you half-witted, socially insensitive, entitled, piece of-”

“Mr. Starr, out of my classroom! Now!” The prof bellowed, causing Virgil to shrink into his hoodie. The man flew past the three of them, slamming the door behind him. Patton didn’t even realize he was following him, water bottle in hand, until the prof tried to call him back to his seat, which he ignored.

That was his soulmate, he was sure of it.

By the time he was standing in the empty hallway, his rage had started to calm down. His hand was starting to unfurl, leaving red crescents in his palms from his nails, but he could still feel the simmering anger rolling and lapping at his insides. Curling around his stomach, pushing at his heart, twisting in his fingertips like a flag in a gentle wind.

A slam down the hallway reminded Patton of what he’d set out to do, and he took off after the sound, hoping and praying that he wouldn’t lose the man he was chasing. After that freak-out, he wouldn’t be surprised if the man dropped the class, since he obviously hated the prof so much. And he didn’t get a good enough look at him, so if he lost him now, who’s to say when he would find him again?

Patton exited the building, assuming this was the door he’d heard a moment ago, panting slightly. He surveyed the parking lot desperately, the lawn surrounding the building, the walkways leading across the campus like vines, and… yes! There he was, standing against one of the trees, head tucked to his chest, hands shoved into his pockets almost aggressively.

This is stupid, what are you even going to say? He pondered as he crossed the grass quickly, sizing up the man in front of him. Black button up, blue jeans, hair pushed out of his face, and Patton was reminded of just how gay he was. This man was gorgeous, in an I-could-kill-you kind of way.

He didn’t acknowledge Patton as he approached, but he could see the man watching him out of the corner of his eye suspiciously. Wordlessly, Patton handed him the bottle of water, trying to hide a smile when he took it hesitantly, popping the top off and taking a sip.

“Thank you.”

“No problem,” Patton squeaked, taking it back when he was done.

“I didn’t expect anyone to follow me.”

“Well…” He gestured to himself lightly, giggling, “I’m here.”

The man stood his ground, seemingly uncomfortable with the attention, “You don’t have to stay. I wouldn’t want you to fall behind.”

“Nonsense!” Patton grinned, “I’ll just steal a friend’s notes. Plus, I’m sure you need someone to talk to.”

“I don’t want to bother you-”

“I’m not bothered! I’m serious. Sit down.” Patton gestured at the ground, flopping down onto the lawn. He looked at him warily, like he was weighing the pros and cons in his head, before joining him, leaning against the tree.

“I’m Patton, by the way.”

“Logan.”

“Nice to meet ya, Logan! So, why d'ya scream at Jacobson like that?” He said it lightly, but he didn’t miss the slight wince from the other.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m not generally one to lose my temper. It’s just…” He looked like he wanted to apologize more, stop talking, like he was being a nuisance. Patton gave him what he hoped was a reassuring smile and a nod, which seemed to be enough to spur the other on.

“I can’t stand him. He injects his own philosophies and values into the concepts we’re studying, and it muddles the main ideologies to the point where it’s hardly about the original topic anymore. It’s as if he’s teaching a course on himself.”

“Why don’t you just drop it?” He hadn’t meant it to sound so cutting, but if Logan was bothered, he didn’t show it in the small shake of his head.

“I need the credit. And by the time I realized how flawed his lessons are, it was past the drop date. I didn’t have time to fill out the paperwork, so I figured I’d muscle through it.”

“Well… it is half way through the semester, so you did pretty good.”

He murmured something under his breath that Patton didn’t catch, something that sounded suspiciously like ‘not good enough’, before looking up to meet Patton’s eyes for the first time. Boy oh boy, if Patton hadn’t been able to breathe before, he was fairly certain he would die at this point.

“Why did you follow me?”

It was at that point that it occurred to Patton: he had no proof. Sure, the rise and peak of his mysterious anger coincided perfectly with Logan’s outburst, but if their interaction so far was anything to go by, this guy wouldn’t fully trust something that wasn’t one hundred percent factual. Claiming to be his soulmate might just scare him away, and for all that was good and holy, Patton didn’t want that to happen. So… he’d waited nineteen years to meet his soulmate, he could take it slow. Bring up his history with depression, the emotions that Logan must have felt at the same time, and maybe, hopefully, let him come to his own conclusions. He wasn’t in a rush.

“I just thought you might want a friend.”

#lywrites #tsshipmonth2020 #sanders sides #logicality #patton sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #sanderssides #ts soulmate au

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YAS give me more jess/rory analysis PLEASE ❤

I ended up expanding on my season 3 thoughts in another post, so I’ll just ramble on about something different if we’re all good with that!

Let’s discuss how “You could do more.” is, in some ways, the thesis of the whole Rory and Jess dynamic.

When Rory is not amused by his magic trick during one of their very first interactions (what a sentence lmao), it shows that she isn’t going to put up with the facade he puts on in Stars Hollow. She doesn’t shy away from speaking her mind and pushes him to take responsibility for his actions:

“All [Luke] does is stick up for you, and all you do is make his life harder. I guess that's what you have to do when you're trying to be Holden Caulfield, but I think it stinks. (...) Funny, I never pegged you as clueless, my mistake.”

Again, Rory points out the act Jess puts on but this also shows how she isn’t going to just passively allow him to act in such ways because she doesn’t see him as the nuisance/lost cause that much of the town sees him as. Instead, she holds him to a higher standard because she knows he isn’t clueless.

After a well-intentioned suggestion on Rory’s part, we see her at odds with the expectations placed on her by the town as she becomes “the poster girl for censorship” and she can openly discuss this with Jess as someone who would understand where she’s coming from, because he is one person who is not charmed by Stars Hollow’s small town antics. Her future isn’t bound to this place, so when Jess questions what Rory and Dean talk about, saying that ‘he doesn’t seem like her kind of guy’ it adds another layer to that conversation; let’s be real, Jess is not coming from a place of entirely pure intentions but after season 1, Dean is basically the town’s golden boy (despite previously being the new kid in town) and thus is the embodiment of one of the two worlds Rory is caught between throughout the series: Stars Hollow. But right from the Pilot, we know that Rory is set to “do more” than Stars Hollow. That whole sidestory in 2x12 and its relation to Rory could be an analysis of its own, which I don’t think I am equipped to offer at this time...

By 2x13, Rory is pushing against and growing frustrated with Lorelai’s view of Jess. Rory recognises that Jess should not need a tutor, after trying to explain his margin-writing to Lorelai in the previous episode, and it’s clear that Rory believes in Jess in a way that he himself does not at this point. He meets her words of encouragement and “you could do more” with cynicism but Rory remains unconvinced. Schooling should not be a measure of success – and by season 6 it ends up being beside the point anyway – but it is interesting that Jess’ reasoning for not going to college has nothing to do with himself and everything to do with what others have to say about him.

And why aren’t you going to college? (...)

Ask my mother, she could give you a couple reasons. Oh, and I’m sure Principal Mertin can chime in with a few good ones. In fact, ask your mother. She doesn’t know me all that well but I’m sure she could improvise a few things.

Do not give me that whole ‘I’m so misunderstood, Kurt Cobainy’ thing. You are way stronger than that and I don’t even wanna hear it.

That whole conversation in the car really is The Goods. The paths they have planned for themselves could not be more different but still, they offer each other the same unwavering support and encouragement.

I wont go into detail because I think I’ve already addressed this in my previous posts today but “you could do more” comes into play even during their relationship in that Jess, as we know, does not generate the most positive views from the people of Stars Hollow, perhaps believing that Rory could do more, so to speak, than him. If nothing else, the town definitely thinks so.

Jess shows support for Rory’s Harvard-and then-Yale dreams, which is one of many reasons his reappearance in 6x08 works so well. He assumes she graduated early before considering she wasn’t in school; when Rory keeps commenting on how her circumstances are “all temporary” Jess is visibly... I don’t know that I’d say concerned at this point but he is definitely taken aback.

I know it's good. Jess, you've got such a great brain. I knew that if you could just sit down and stop shaking it around, you could do something like this. I knew it. I knew it.

I know you did. (...) So, I just basically wanted to show you that. Uh, tell you... tell you that I couldn't have done it without you.

Obviously Jess is confirming her “you could do more” sentiments when he explicitly credits the role she played in helping him find success for himself. In doing so, this reassures Rory that she was right about something after feeling the defeat of Mitchum’s words for however many months by this point, and also reminds her of the ambitions she once had for herself.

Neither of them do or say these sort things for “I want to be with you” reasons but for “I want good things for you” reasons. It doesn’t come from a romantic place – they sincerely want the other to succeed, even if that means being apart. Even after everything that happened, Rory is saying “I hope you're good. I want you to be good.” in that 3x22 phone call, and then this in 6x08:

You know that section toward the front, the staff recommendations? I'm gonna grab a copy of your book and put it in that section, and then I'm going to write my own little recommendation on a card and attach it so people see it and buy it.

Please, that’s just cute :(

Of course it ends up ending in absolute MESS but she goes all the way to Philadelphia to see his open house. Imagine if she hadn’t checked the mail that day lmao

I just got the flier, and I don't know. I just wanted to see your place, but then this...

In AYITL, Jess hears Rory out as she divulges the state her life is in then reassures her that she’s in a rut that she is fully capable of getting out of. “Where is this coming from? What inspired you?” indeed. The implications, y’know??

Now I’m going to circle back to what I said about Dean representing Stars Hollow for a moment here. Logan very overtly represents the world of wealth and like I said, Rory is between these two worlds. Rory is a balance of the world of her grandparents and her mother; what’s interesting about Jess is that he doesn’t belong to either world, really. He can exist in the world of Stars Hollow because of his familial connections and history there and that brings us some little moments that are not at all deep, but I absolutely love anyway:

Can't wait to hear how you bagged the job.

It was the usual thing; I submitted my resume, plus samples of my work, I was thoroughly vetted, there were several lengthy interviews, plus complex negotiations over salary, benefits, parking–

You asked Taylor.

Pretty much.

And then when he asks Rory over the phone to fill him in on the ‘showbiz spat’ in 3x14. Stars Hollow has an important role in Rory’s life, and Jess is able to understand that world in a way that Logan simply can’t – if I recall, he is actually quite endeared by the town when he makes his first official visit there in season 7.

Season 5 makes Dean’s place in Rory’s life very clear, first with “What am I doing here, Rory? I don't belong here. Not anymore.” in 5x08 and then in 5x18, when Dean is used as a direct parallel to Luke:

They want more than this. Don’t you see that? And all you are is this. (...) This town, it’s all you are, and it’s not enough. She’s going to get bored, and you can’t take her anywhere. You’re here forever.

It’s... kind of an odd comparison to make in that Lorelai is quite happy with her Stars Hollow life and hasn’t indicated that she wants “more” than this. For Rory, though, it does reiterate that she wants more than Stars Hollow can offer her. I’ve discussed this before but the world of wealth and Logan, while initially intriguing to Rory, loses its shine during season 6 and she ultimately rejects it in that she doesn’t want to be bound by it. It offers temporary thrills and escapism, but she ends up having to enter the real world.

In Summer, Rory talks about looking at places in Queens so that might be the best, most recent indicator of where Rory wants to be in terms of geography. Just like Rory, Jess isn’t bound to any particular world – bouncing around from place-to-place in the original series, not unlike Rory in the revival – and together... they can do more. And that is that on soulmate-ism!

All in all, they hold each other to high standards not because they idealise one another or put each other on pedestals but because they genuinely believe in each other’s capabilities. They actively push each other to do more and important to note is that they hear each other in these moments; maybe not always immediately but they get there eventually because by the end, it’s clear they have a certain respect and fondness for each other. I like that they don’t passively roll along with whatever the other chooses to do, which may be the very reason some people don’t like them. As much as their dynamic evolves with time, there are just some things that remain a constant...

#ask #somekindofhelicoptervalentine #literati #~you could do more #barely even mention them but i'll tag anyway:#anti dean #anti logan

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hey, all you lovely people! full disclosure i talk a lot and i have thought about this character thoroughly when you look under that read more... oh boy... just a heads up. anywho... guess i’m the last here i see, well, that’s typical. I’m late to literally everything, although this time I do have a good excuse. i’d tell you what it is but you don’t really wanna read about me gettin’ it in all weekend and drew is my bro -like literally. we share blood. we came outta the same womb. 26 hours of labor. 19 minutes apart. our poor mother- so he def doesn’t wanna read about it and that is a swill of information about me before ya even know my name which says a lot, doesn’t it? inst-y-ways, I’m maddie and I’m Jewish, you’ll figure out why i’m putting that out there now. also hello again. i hope y’all are ready to get this party started, cause this is where it’s at! look below & hit that read more and I will tell you all about my baby girl, Eevee.

TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, STALKER, MURDER, KIDNAPPING

★ ━ ( candice patton, cis-female, she/her ) ━ ★ just to be clear, ya didn’t get this information from me. The person you’re lookin’ for is EVELYN LUCIA MASTERS. also known as EEVEE. Last I heard she was born on APRIL 7TH, 1988 in SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS, but she’s been livin’ in RICHMOND, for about EIGHT MONTHS. Word around the districts is, this doll, EEVEE can be VENGEFUL, SELF-RIGHTEOUS, & A KNOW-IT-ALL, but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that she’s RESILIENT, CHARISMATIC, & ENERGETIC. I guess that depends on how well ya know ‘em, though. the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an A-LIST ACTRESS & CO-OWNER OF EXCALIBUR COMICS. I don’t know much about what that’s all about but I do know that’s all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. ━ ( ooc: maddie, pst, 28, she/her )

Evelyn Lucia Masters.

the irony of her name is that it means “wished for child”

she was definitely not.

hence why she goes by...

Eevee.

Yes, like the Pokemon.

No, it’s not a stage name or a gimmick.

She legally changed her name.

It’s on her credit card. ( so are kittens! )

Born in San Antonio Texas.

Jewish, Bisexual & Very Proud.

Collette Rivers

Her mother.

One of the first and few Black, Soap Opera stars.

Had a wildly popular sitcom for a hot minute.

Career was on fire in the 80′s & 90′s.

Transitioned to clothing designer and eventually a reality tv real housewife when she couldn’t get jobs anymore.

Joseph Masters.

Her Father.

a former actor

was very well known for CSI.

was on broadway.

became a sought after director.

it’s a whole family in the biz, so of course...

@ two years of age, Eevee became an Actress™

baby diaper commercials with her mom.

then singing lessons.

then dance lessons.

then pageants.

more commercials.

a bit of child modeling.

more commercials.

reoccurring kid on sesame street.

then a reoccurring (but not staring) role on Gullah Gullah Island.

1998. She’s 10.

lands a role on Broadway opposite Leon Thomas III as Nala in The Lion King.

this is the jumping-off point of her career. where it really shot off

but ignoring that for a minute...

Eevee has 5 other siblings.

4 of them are alive.

when Eevee was 15 she’d just gotten season 1st ( and eventually only ) season of her Disney show renewed and she had a stalker. on her 16th birthday, the stalker snuck into her sweet 16, cornered her when she and her older, brother Elias were alone, stabbed Elias, and kidnapped Eevee. Elias was rushed to the hospital when they found him but died shortly after. They found Eevee, recovered her from the stalker unharmed, but when she asked about Elias... shortly after Eevee sunk deeper into her depression, and also suffered from survivors’ guilt and eventually had to stay in a mental hospital and was released a year later, a few days after her 17th birthday. being in the real world was hard for her and in a few weeks time, became legally emancipated from her parents because her father had taken control of monitoring her finances, her decisions, and became too controlling of her schedule and time out of his concern for her and her mother acted like none of it happened and expected Eevee to pick up where she left off and to get more jobs and keep working. It was an environment detrimental to her health and sanity so she had to get out of that and got her own place and moved away from her parents and unfortunately, her twin sister and younger brother.

Took a break from acting to finish high school.

had to have private tutors

excelled at the school aspect of her life.

had very few friends but she did have a girlfriend.

eventually, Eevee broke up with her

to seize her 5 minutes of fame she outted Eevee as a lesbian to TMZ.

It didn’t take long for Eevee to speak out.

At 17, in 2005, Eevee came out publically as Bisexual.

as a Black 17-year-old girl she was proud of herself.

but it did not go well for her in the media or in magazines.

didn’t help what little career she had left.

but she also kinda didn’t care

Became known for outspoken activism for LGBTQ+ youth.

Started her own charity and outreach program to finance and help struggling youth in the LGBTQ+ community by providing them with shelter, food, and treatment for health issues both mental and physical.

went to college...

Northwestern State University.

joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority

double-majored in theater and business

got married to one of her best friends at one point to help him out with his financial situation.

graduated with degrees.

and real friends in and out of her sorority.

WORKED HER ASS OFF TO GET HER CAREER BACK ON TRACK.

it took a lot of hard work.

a lot of mediocre jobs.

a lot of auditions.

a lot of shmoozing & playing the long game.

she pulled every single string

cashed every single favor

ate a lot of shit.

including going to her mother whom she hadn’t spoken to in six years.

EVENTUALLY ROSE BACK TO THE A-LIST WITH A VENGENCE.

Several Independent Films.

Supporting roles in TV shows.

Supporting roles in a few movies.

Starring roles in a number of pilots that never got greenlit.

Starring roles in 2 tv shows.

one was canceled the first season.

the other had THREE SEASONS.

won an Emmy

Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series

landed a few ad campaigns

Eevee went back to Broadway a few times over the years.

Bring It On: The Musical

played Danielle

won a tony

Best Featured Actress in a Musical.

Newsies: The Musical

played Katherine.

dream come true.

Hadestown

played Eurydice.

nominated for a Tony.

The Lion King

played adult Nala.

life coming full circle.

Currently stars in her own Netflix show.

season 2 just finished filming which is why she has moved to Portland.

PERSONALITY:

very much a complete dork. loves video games, loves comic books, has a lot of memorabilia all through her house, it’s practically a dork museum, always telling puns. always joking. always been an adorable ray of sunshine. she really likes to be a light and enforce positivity for her friends and others.

talks far too much for her own good especially when she’s nervous.

very kind, generous, and loving, always willing to help a friend.

always willing to cook for someone as a way to comfort them. She’s a well-versed home chef and an excellent baker.

she’s in-between the vodka aunt and the mom friend. she’s the first to suggest doing shots and getting fucked up, but she’ll also make sure everyone’s okay and be responsible.

She’s that friend who if you fuck with one of her friends in any way she will go into protective mamma bear mode and straight-up end that person for you. if you need someone to back you up in a fight, literally, and have your back she is your girl.

she isn’t great at flirting or really being around anyone she finds attractive, she turns into a rambling, nonstop talking, pile of adorable.

up until the end of December last year, she was a virgin. She’s only ever slept with one person so she’s not really the sleep around kind of girl but respects those who do, you do you boo, but also please don’t mistake her for a relationship type girl either. she’s neither. she’s great at fooling around and hookups that usually stop before they get to the sex part. she’s actually just very awkward when it comes to intimacy and feelings and getting close to people in that way. It fucks with her anxiety so she just needs someone who can get her out of her head and that is very hard to find for her.

She’s a feminist and believes women should be there to support each other, but also is aware that feminism isn’t always equal and some women don’t include her as a woman to support because she is a woman of color and because she’s Black and will call someone out on their white feminist or anti-black bullshit.

she’s kind but is in no way a pushover. she’s very opinionated and steadfast and isn’t afraid to reason with someone and argue with them and stand up for herself.

POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:

Friends: people who can put up with her non-stop chatter and find it endearing.

Fake Friends: people who are using her for fame, recognition and what her name can do for them.

Crushes: could be one-sided, could be both-sided, let’s talk about it.

Boxing Friendship: sparing partners, or someone who sees her at the boxing gym in her workout outfits that include but is not limited to color-coordinated custom gloves, that match both her outfit, her shoes, her gym bag and the giant cheerleading bow on the top of her high ponytail, but has never actually stuck around to see her box so don’t believe she can throw an actual punch because they can’t take that seriously, because she’s just a pretty little celebrity what can she actually do, but then one day end up in an argument with her and challenge her to a sparring match and to their surprise kicks their ass and they become sparring partners. I don’t know, clearly I haven’t given that plot much thought.

Step-family member: Eevee doesn’t have a relationship with her mom, but she is aware the woman got married to another woman who has kids when Eevee was 19 or so. She’s never met any of them. Never spoken to any of them. Never been invited to family functions. Knows full well they exist and they know full well she exists and they have actually hung out with other members of her family, just not her. So that sounds like awkward and traumatic fun for all involved right?? Bring the angst.

Fellow Actors: They could be real friends, could be fake friends, could have worked together, could just know of each other, could be a publicity friendship, dude, I don’t know.

Fans / Haters: like her work or don’t like her work???????????? I don’t know I’m just throwing stuff out there at this point.

I don’t know we’ll figure something out, I AM PUMPED AND EXCITED!!

#pb:intro #pb:ooc #death tw #depression tw #murder tw #stalker tw #kidnapping tw

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sauerland-2001 · 4 years

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Omg I did not mean to delete my recap 🤦🏽‍♀️ why is this new editing thingy so useless.

#skam france recap

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blankdblank · 5 years

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Anaticula Pt 30

Goblet of Fire Year!! Finally!! Lot’s of changes, hope you like them!! :D

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A doorbell tore you from your sleep as it echoed through the Black Family Home. Stretched out across the couch in the sitting room after a late night in helping to mend a gash on Arturo’s leg from accidentally flying too close to a horned bush leading to his place on a pile of cushions inside the house near the fireplace, sound asleep from the medicine you had given him to keep him from picking at his bandages. Brushing your curls from your face you sat up finding Neville grumbling as the pillow on your legs he was using shifted stirring him as well. “Sorry Neville.”

He sat up rubbing his eyes, “Who is it?”

Draco on the couch across from you groaned from under his own pillow, “Beaten and flogged. That’s what dad always shouts when there’s guests before noon.”

You giggled softly eyeing K entering the room with Snape and Barty behind him smirking while holding a magazine to his chest. “Morning Sevy,” that made Draco’s head pop up and him rise to his knees letting his blanket clump up under him when he shifted to sit draping his legs off the couch as they sat beside him after passing you the magazine.

Potions Monthly, on the cover you eyed the new cauldron a shop in Diagon Alley was featuring, “Freezing Cauldrons?”

Snape shook his head pointing at it, “Page 73. I folded it over.” You flipped through the magazine, “Your potion! It got featured in this month’s issue!”

Looking up at the teachers grinning at you wildly you said, “But, I haven’t even gotten my results back on my OWLS yet.”

Barty, “Yes, but! A Fifth year brewing a successful Potion of All Potential! No one has tried that! They’re talking about even extending the deadline for the Wizarding Potions Championships so you can compete in it, it’s every seven years and you didn’t qualify your first year.”

“What if I don’t want to-,”

Snape waved his hand, “Oh it doesn’t mean you have to compete, but just the statement that a student from Hogwarts had brewed that, is something in itself. Plus, Fred and George along with Cedric got a mention for their Draught of Living Death. All for Hufflepuff, great for the house pride. Graduates often fawn over their housemates and a great deal are boasting about Hufflepuff now, and not just Newt.”

Nodding your head you asked, “Do you want breakfast?”

Barty, “Breakfast would be lovely, thank you.” Standing as you did, “The Weasleys aren’t here?”

Neville, “Oh, no, Ginny had the flu, sort of ran rampant. Percy was here though, but I think he left for his Ministry job though with Regulus.”

Snape, “Percy lives here now?”

You nodded in the kitchen levitating the kettle to the sink to fill up as you brought out some eggs you started to crack open to scramble with some cheese, “Ya, he um, got offered a position working near Fudge. Arthur, well, you know how Fudge is, so Percy thought it best he got his own place and we reminded him he’s always welcome here and it’s better than him shacking up in some hole somewhere. Better he be home where we can drag him to bed when he drops.”

Snape chuckled, “Well, I am certain working near Fudge he will have plenty of those nights.”

With the clearing of breakfast plates your head turned at the arrival of the mail falling in a pile in the center of the table you sorted. Leaving those for your father and uncles aside only to pause at the pale blue letter for you along with the one from Hermione atop the thick one from Luna barely half the size of the one for Neville. Barty eyed the letter asking, “Can’t be another funeral.”

You chuckled and turned it over saying, “One way to know.” Breaking the seal to pull out the letter you summarized, “They wish me well. And are traveling to England again, hoping that we might spend some more time together realizing that they hadn’t learned very much about Mum and me, how we grew up.”

Snape lowered his cup, “Hmm. That should be-,”

You sighed lowering the letter, “How exactly am I supposed to butter up the small house in Godric’s Hollow after living with Muggles?”

Barty, “Again, you’re here and magnificent and if they can’t tolerate how you’ve grown up then they can walk.”

Making you giggle again and Snape to say, “No matter their quarrels with the path to get here you are in fact here and not a thing they can do will change any of what you have faced.”

…

It was a week and with Regulus at your side you met with Vivienne and Ollivier again. For the morning you shared with them you guided them through what you knew of your mother’s childhood. Leading up to your guiding them to Godric’s Hollow where they paused taking in the lovely little sealed up cottage you lived in ending with a stop at her headstone where the pair of them were on the edge of weeping seeing the statue with your name etched into the headstone beside hers.

For lunch however the pair were excited to know that they were invited to your home, of which they both forgot how to breathe in realizing the size of the literal palace sized home hidden through the doorway of Grimmauld Place. At least in your hidden portion of your childhood you had been shown some semblance of comfort they had hoped you would be shown with your Noble bloodlines.

…

On the tail of a small growth spurt you finally enjoyed the lack of reasoning for the few mildly teasing comments you would get at the vast difference in height to the twins, especially after they had seemed to sprout up a few inches more in their sickbeds. But after they were all mended you got word that you were expected at the Burrow that had been freshly disinfected and as the allotted two weeks had concluded you packed your things and made the trip off to fetch Harry on your father’s bike. On the late morning drive you ensured to choose a weekday so that the street would be mostly empty to keep their reputation in tact.

In a low idling hum you pulled up to the house and shifted the bike into park and killed the engine then stood straddling the bike in Petunia’s curious peek out the window at you catching your quick wave. Stepping off the bike you swung your leg over and strolled around it towards the front door that she opened for you eyeing the bike over your shoulder before noticing that you were her height nearly flat footed now, “Jaqi, your father’s I presume?”

You nodded, “Yes. Don’t worry I made sure the muffling charm was intact and it is the busy hours for your neighbors so not many are home to notice. Ministry’s been busy so I couldn’t catch a ride and Arthur said something about the Muggle bus system being off limits for a month, not sure why.”

She moved aside to welcome you in, “Arthur?” Looking you over inspecting your open flannel over a tank top and worn jeans tucked into your boots.

“Oh, Arthur Weasley, practically a second dad. I told you about Fred and George,” she nodded, “he’s their father.”

She nods, “Ah, and he is highly ranked to ban travel?”

“Oh, not, really, he mainly works with Muggles, protecting them. Like when magical creatures or objects are found by Muggles he’s one of the Aurors sent to fix things. So, I was half distracted at the time with an injured Hippogriff and I caught half of it, just to stay clear of the Muggle busses for a bit. But dad’s bike is good and I do have my license for it. Took some doing but then again Alastor told the committee either they approve my application or I just fly it without one.”

She smirked at you pouring you some tea in the cup she pulled out for you, “16, I can remember Jewel at 16. If you are half a handful as she was this Ministry of yours will have their work cut out for them for you at my age.”

You giggled stirring in the additions to your tea you then raised to sip on before hearing a soft, “Sirius?” outside before the door opened and Harry passed through it.

Petunia called out, “In here Harry.”

Through to the kitchen he walked and you flashed him a wave, “Dad had to work, sorry to let you down.”

Harry smirked, “Who gave you a license?”

With a smirk you fired back, “Who killed your barber?” Teasing at his longer hair.

Making him shake his head and turn to head up to his bedroom, “I’ll pack.”

Looking to Petunia again she asked, “So, these exams of yours, any word yet?”

You shook your head, “Not yet. Few weeks still. But I did hear that my potion I brewed for it got mentioned in Potions Monthly. One of the rarest and most complicated to brew correctly.”

Her grin spread in asking, “Well that can only be good then.”

“I believe so. However I do still have 11 more classes I’m waiting on.” Through the clattering upstairs she asked more questions about your school and the visit from your great grandparents until she had to go shopping for a visit from one of Vernon’s client that night freeing you to head outside and start up the bike once Harry had climbed into the sidecar.

For nearly an hour you chatted with Harry sharing the little he had missed in his two weeks away that ended with your pulling up to the street leading up to the Burrow you landed on and drove the rest of the way to the turn in the drive to park beside where Arthur parks his car. Harry chuckled climbing out saying, “I’m still a bit concerned on how you managed to get that license.”

Smirking at him you said, “Alastor might have reminded the committee that I am capable of driving this magnificent bike with or without one.”

He chuckled saying, “Ah, there it is. Blackmail.”

You giggled replying in the walk to the house as he pulled Hedgewig’s cage from the sidecar and joined you, “Well it does have my name in it. If that’s what they force me to do-,”

At your side he peered up at you saying, “I really do hope Percy can do something about how they talk about you.” At the door you paused to open it looking at him, “I know Ron and them hate his job with Fudge, but if he can do anything there I hope he makes it easier on you.”

You rolled your eyes guiding him inside, “If they aren’t picking on me then who do you suppose they will attack next?” his brow raised and you said, “You, Harry. Closest to me in sass and stubbornness, you better hope they never stop picking on me.”

He rolled his eyes and went up to find Ron in his room as you went to the couch to plop down between the twins who both grabbed one of your legs to measure against theirs making you giggle through their joint hug, “Aww. Knew it had to kick in eventually.”

Little Hangleton sat silently on a dark moonless night. Through the assumed empty Riddle Manor atop the hill a secret meeting was taking place. Hooded figures knelt around a wingback chair while a raspy voice stated, “I need another.”

Within the Manor a massive snake slithered up through the halls, up the staircase and into the room passing an old vagabond in search of shelter frozen in fear at the snake. Softly she hissed out his presence to the being in the chair who then said, “Wormtail, show our guest inside. Show him in.”

Through the door Wormtail went and with a wave of his wand he brought the man up into the room where he was promptly killed by a wand extended from over the arm of the chair. The raspy voice spoke again to the hooded figure, “Find the Goblet, lay the hexes. You will not fail me again! You will ensure Potter is brought to me. And that girl, no one touches her, she is mine!”

Through a sharp gasp your eyes shot open only to see Fred covering your mouth muffling your shouts you were making in your sleep inside the muffling charm George was holding that dropped in their saying, “Just us Sis. Just breathe, just breathe.” Panting in the removal of his hand the pair of them nestled around you trying to ease your trembling until the lights through the house were switched on in a ripple and running steps were heard.

Ginny through the door of the twins room you shared with them called out, “Who’s screaming?”

Ron was heard next through his door he opened, “It’s just Harry. He had a nightmare.”

Through the wall beside you Neville and Draco were heard groaning trying to go back to sleep until George hurried to the door calling out, “Harry, What’d you dream? Jaqi had one too.”

That opened all the doors and Molly called out, “I’ll put on the kettle, everyone to the table!” In a groggy shuffle you all made your ways down and huddled between the twins both curling their arms around your back under your jet black braid the severity of the dream was made clear as Harry recited his first and then you confirmed it.

Ron, “So, Riddle’s back then…”

Draco, “Could you tell who the men in hoods were?” his eyes locked on yours intently.

“No. Aside from Riddle and Peter, no.”

Arthur counted on his fingers, “Alright, so, we have another snake, a hexed Goblet-,”

His eyes shifted to you and Sirius finished, “Along with a plot to get Harry and Jaqi.”

Regulus returned from the other room with another box of biscuits he had brought with him from your home, “Just sent a message off to Alastor. He’ll send up the signals for Dumbledore for this year.”

Neville, “Can’t imagine what’ll happen.”

Draco, “Can’t be worse than the door fiasco.”

Ginny chortled, “Oh, you mean like having that Ser guy attacking students?”

Finishing your tea you glanced up at Molly who refilled your cup after having filled Harry’s again giving your back a gentle stroke, “We’ll keep an eye out Deary.”

Remus panted in his walk through the enchanted doorway with his pajama shirt slightly askew pointing inside it, “We really need to clear the ground rules with Arturo. He was sleeping in my bed. Went to fetch my chocolate and he went berserk.”

George, “His defense you did startle him.”

Remus rolled his eyes passing you and Harry a half to the bar of chocolate he had managed to grab, “Right, shame on me. This will help.” His eyes lingering on you as Harry had mostly recovered and was nearing the request to head back to bed.

In finishing your second cup and the chocolate Fred said, “Come on, back to bed with you.”

George helped him get you to your feet and lead you back upstairs, curling you back into their beds they pushed together to snuggle around you again helping to coax you back to sleep with their tight hold on you. Soon joined by Draco and Neville behind them, the snuggling pile helped loads and by morning you were calmed enough to be able to shift your hair again and wonder at what the adults were planning on with their sneaking conversations.

…

Packed and ready for the camping trip Arthur had mentioned you awoke again in Fred’s bed across his back to the sound of shuffling through the floorboards stirring you off the gangly teen who woke at the loss of his blanket. George seemed to feel the loss as well raising his head with a narrowed gaze asking, “Hmm?”

“I think it’s time to get up.” You said planting your feet on the floor to stand and head to your bag to change from your shorts to your jeans leaving your tank top on you covered with a grey sweater you tugged the sleeves up to your elbows. Your boots were last to be added on the edge of the bed that soon bounced at the twins in their tan pants and brown striped sweaters joined you on other side of you. Shouldering your bags on your feet again you found your ways to join the line for the bathroom to brush your teeth and try to make yourselves presentable in case you ran into other humans.

Around the table through Arthur’s shouts for Ron and Harry you chatted with Hermione on her summer so far through your finishing the meal Molly sat down to herself at Arthur’s insistence. Finally together you made the walk out of the house and out into the long stretch of green in front of you. Nearly two hours you hiked until you caught sight of a figure atop a hill under a tall tree.

“Is that-?”

The twins chuckled, “Ah, no wonder Ced’s been off the grid.”

Ron glanced over at you three, “What now? Who is that?”

Arthur trotted ahead with his hand extended, “Amos!”

Amos chuckled shaking his hand, “Bout time. Nearly missed it all.”

Arthur chuckled dropping his hand, “Sorry, some of us didn’t want to get out of bed.”

Cedric dropped from the tree branch above them straightening up showing his own growth spurt near to your height now on his way to you to claim hugs saying, “Sorry, dad swore me to secrecy.”

You shook your heads and Amos waved his hand, “Come now, we have to shove on.”

Following the fathers you trudged on ahead sharing with Cedric about your dream he listened carefully to questioning all he could think of hoping it might shake something free for you in his usual way until you reached an old boot. Gathering around it you guided Harry to grip it right before it sent you hurling through the sky.

Keeping hold of the trio you managed to float your way down to land in a slight wobble while the younger teens fell hard to the ground. In a hurry you moved to help Ginny and Hermione up while Draco and Neville steadied one another after their own shaky landing as Ron hopped up and Cedric helped Harry up off their backs.

Over another hill you all stood open mouthed at the sea of people and tents around you, Amos chuckled saying, “Welcome to the Quidditch cup!”

In a straight shot you went to Arthur’s side asking, “You got us tickets to this?!”

He nodded, “I know some people.” A loud laugh came from him at your crashing hug into his chest he returned kissing the top of your head, “Any time Love. Wouldn’t have you all missing this. Reg and Arti should be up in the box and Remus has paid for the recording, still a bit timid around fireworks.”

You stepped back and grinned in his guiding you towards the ticket booths, where you encountered a trio of cheerful muggles chattering about moving pictures and talking creatures they had seen in the time you had with them and in their greetings to the next people in line until their minds were wiped again at the next hour mark. Under Neville’s arm you strolled through the tent ground with Draco keeping hold of your free hand to keep from wandering off in his sharing the dread he felt in that he had to spend the game in the box up with his parents and Fudge.

All together though you helped to pitch up the tent you all entered and chose your spots to wait before the game while Amos and Cedric led Draco to meet up with his parents with the other top Aurors and more regrettably Fudge.

“How much further is it?” Ron grumbled at the seemingly endless stretch of stairs to your seats.

To which Lucius teased from below, “If it rains, you’ll be the first to know.”

Draco, “I’ll trade with you.”

Lucius looked to him with a brow raised, “Fudge is expecting us.”

Draco rolled his eyes mocking his voice in a poor gravely tone, “Fudge is expecting us.”

To which Lucius turned him while saying through your soft giggle, “I tried to switch boxes, but he kept changing the numbers of which he wanted. Damn fool, indecisive and superstitious, terrible mixture.” Adjusting the collar on Draco’s shirt he added, “After the match you can head back with them. I will try to keep him from hovering over you.”

Through your giggle you mumbled to Neville, “For all his Muggle hating ways he is quite the mother hen lately.”

Making Neville snort through Ginny’s stating, “Well of course, we stole his puppy and now he’s trying to win him back.”

High atop the stands you grinned eyeing all the faces in the thousands of seats filling the newly crafted stadium. The roars of the people died as Fudge took his place and announced the beginning of the match.

At that for the introduction of the Kenmare Kestrals a green streak of light shot into the air and exploded revealing a dancing leprechaun stirring up the cheers again, “It’s the Irish!”

On a row of broomsticks you caught a wave of green soaring out of nowhere seemingly beginning a circle around the pitch in a downward spiral raising the cheers in passing those near them. An outcry sounded in the arrival of cloaked women who began to dance out on the pitch, clearly Veela in the attentions they were getting, drawing attention uncontrollably from men in the stands. Through that a spearhead of the Bulgarian National Team broke apart the leprechaun dancing above starting their own circle while the brother’s Krum split the apart, both doing various stunts on their bright red Nimbus’.

To the flipping of signs in the crowd formed a giant mural the Bulgarian side made showing off images of their team they glanced around the stands only to pause in staring over at your section. A call from their teammates broke their focus and snapped them back into the game.

Each rough pass and barely managed save from Ireland gave them a vast lead over Bulgaria. Though for all the efforts of the younger bright eyed man bun bearing Krum, Sebastian, tried to win over your attention and favor in the match while Viktor kept making circles stealing glances over at your group until he finally spotted the snitch. In their terrible lull in points the capture managed to bring them back to a respectable losing number so they could still hold their heads up high after the grueling match.

In Ireland’s circling the pitch for their victory lap your eyes turned to the Krums in their approaching your group, Viktor holding the game snitch and Sebastian holding the game Quaffle. Straight to you and Hermione they came silencing your group, tenderly the pair claimed your hands to kiss your knuckles.

Their eyes remained fixed on yours, through Hermione’s creeping blush and your hair and eyes turning mint green. Watching along with the world when they raised the balls they wordlessly and wandlessly shrunk and added to white gold chains they folded in your palms they cradled in their palms for a moment before releasing them to fly back to their calling team who had to fly down and help get their Veela mascots away from Ireland’s Leprechauns.

Around you the twins lowly started to, “Ooh,” before you and Hermione shushed them only to break into awkward giggles at the pair taking your necklaces to drape around your necks while you stole glances at the distant Krum brothers giving you one final wave each then turned to head to their locker. Leaving the pitch and cheering crowd to the Kenmare Kestrals to soak in the adoration of the fans for their victorious idols.

…

On the couch beside Hermione in your hushed conversation as to what you had done to earn the attention Ron continued on about Viktor and his various feats in the game, “There’s no one like Krum.”

George, “Krum?”

Fred, “Dumb Krumb?”

Ron, “He’s like a bird, the way he rides the wind.” Twins circling him flapping their arms, “He’s more than an athlete.”

Twins, “Dumb Krum.”

Ron, “He’s an artist.”

Ginny, “I think you’re in love Ron.”

Ron, “Shut up.”

Twins singing, “Viktor, I love you, Viktor, I do.” Harry joins in, “When we’re apart my heart beats only for you.”

Clamoring outside grew, through which you glance at Arthur in his move to inspect the noise.

George, “Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on.”

Arthur rushed back in and you stand along with Hermione, “Stop! Stop it! It’s not the Irish. We’ve got to get out of here now.”

You gasped in his telling glance your way mentally sharing what he’d seen, “Neville!” racing out of the tent to go fetch him from visiting Luna a few tent blocks over.

“Get back to the port key. Fred, George, Ginny is your responsibility! Go!”

Hermione and Harry run off one way, the twins the other, Harry inevitably being separated and knocked unconscious. In your own frenzy you managed to find Neville and guide him, Luna and her father toward the portkey, shoving Draco with them when you turned shifting into a Phoenix to try and fly overhead finding Harry and the others if they hadn’t escaped yet.

Far under you seas of people raced in frenzies while Death Eaters strolled cloaked through the tents lighting fires and hexing Muggles as they went. Again and again you circled without any sight of Harry but Hermione’s frenzied shouts for him brought you down to the ground beside her asking, “Harry’s gone?”

In the distance a flash of green appeared and you gasped at the giant Dark Mark in the sky then you raced onward as Hermione shouted his name again right beside you hearing Ron calling out his name in relief. Reaching the boys your body refused to stop at a hunch and you tackled them to the ground pulling Hermione with you just in time to hear dozens of Aurors shout, “Stupify!”

Red beams of light soared over your head and collided through Arthur shouting, “That’s my son!”

On your feet again you stood between Barty Crouch Sr and Harry while Arthur shielded the other two behind him, “You have been discovered at the scene of the crime!”

Harry, “What crime?”

Over your shoulder you answered, “Harry, that’s the dark mark, Riddle’s mark.”

His eyes rose to the mark lighting up the sky, then he said, “Those men before, in the masks, his followers?”

Arthur, “Death Eaters.”

Barty’s eyes looked you over, “I do not believe you are so innocent. Not with your family. Show me your wand!”

With a sigh through Harry’s protesting behind you your wand was drawn and presented to the Wizard, who turned and tapped it with his wand sending a stem of flowers to shoot out the end of your wand making him look at you, “Last spell I used was to help a friend in school make a bouquet for a project.” He sighed and passed it back to your dissipating the bouquet freeing you to sheath it again.

Off to your left however an envelope popped up and his wand was aimed at your throat, “Ah! Co-conspirators! The meet up location no doubt!” he said grabbing the envelope he tore open to pull out the folded paper inside that made his face drop before he passed you both, flatly saying, “Congratulations.”

His body turned and you quickly read over the simple note,

“Miss Black,

We hope this letter finds you well! It has been a rough deliberations but with much careful thought into the matter we are proud to welcome you among our ranks at Hippogriff and Hemlock. Further membership details and memorabilia will be arriving in the full package to your home shortly.”

Folding the paper you put into your back pocket you mumbled to yourself, “Your son was right, you are an ass.” To which Arthur chuckled along with the teens under their breath.

In his turn back to you Harry said pointing into the distance, “There was a man before, there.”

Barty sr, “Follow me. All of you, this way.”

Arthur, “Who was he?”

Harry, “I don’t know, I didn’t see his face.”

Moving to your side his hand settled in yours and he joined you on the long walk back through the charred field stealing glances at the miniaturized quaffle bouncing against your chest in the walk trying to remind himself of the match instead of focusing on that horrible dream of his and the masked man he linked to the one in your shared dream.

…

‘Attacks at World Cup!’ The headlines rushed across the world and through the articles were mingled assumptions that this was either an elaborate crime using Death Eaters as the scapegoats, that one drew the most scoffs from your group, or there were the few willing to risk Fudge’s wrath to say that the Death Eaters were back and that meant Riddle was right behind. But all of the papers followed with a soon whirlwind of a story Fudge no doubt forced ahead much to his ire.

By the following morning from the fifth page a picture of you and Hermione being ‘wooed’ by the Bulgarian brothers Sebastian and Viktor was followed by articles of pure gossip alluding that you had somehow met and held secret relationships across oceans. All with building hope that your relationship would blossom and build bridges between your worlds, all fashioned to be star crossed lovers the world seemed to be rooting for.

With your forehead on your crossed arms you groaned through Draco’s popping up to wave the paper, copying it then saying with said copy in hand, “This is going in the scrap book.”

You raised your head and looked at him only to hear Ron say, “The best article written about you so far. Worst bit of cover up fluff so far, but still, worth adding.”

You looked over at Hermione rereading it herself with brows furrowed in confusion, still lost like you were on why they had been drawn to you both at all.

(And yes, i did use Sebastian Stan as insp for Viktor’s twin brother. I am pitiful with making up names to explain why i didn’t change the name.) Hope you like it! More flirting and awkward teen moments to come in this frenzied year. :D

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ezusthiid-a · 5 years

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you mentioned your insecurities before? what are they does it affect your roleplaying? -from a new roleplayer

oh! geez, well welcome to the roleplaying community :) I’m actually a little shocked that you found my blog and wanted to ask me the question since I moved this blog like 5 times. I guess this would be my honest hour lmao, thanks anon. Just click that little button there to read more, I write a lot for serious questions like these :-)

Anyways, I think I mention my insecurities quite frequently ngl everyone has them since there are so many different personalities on this site and different kind of muses so it can be nerve-wracking I get it.

though talking about my insecurities is something I’m ashamed of mentioning in such a public space because I hate being the person who writes posts on my concernment frequently? It’s just something I never liked doing, but it happens.

If I’m reading the question right, some of my insecurities are fitting in and not being enough of a roleplaying partner that keeps people interested!! It happens a lot especially when I was starting out and I know a lot of people feel the same as well!

I think it’s because I pass off an uninterested to people, which isn’t true, it’s just sometimes my activity comes and goes based on the reality of life ( for some time I had to leave the community because of my school workload, my family needed money so I had to take extra shifts and ditch classes sometimes to ensure that my grandmother had the best hospital care and I had to take care of my 6-month-old baby sister while going to classes at the same time, it’s the realities of life ya know everyone has their shit and that’s okay )

I think my other factors of insecurities is that I don’t feel like I belong, as in I don’t have skills that are superb and I’m just average. My ideas are pretty average and I just like to research a character and talk about them. Threads are hard to come by for me since they tend to get dropped (or I drop them because I reply 50000 years later) so I’m not an ideal rp partner that’s consistent and exciting. So yeah, it does affect my roleplaying since I lose muse easily since I just don’t feel like I belong in this community BUT my interest is always the same as I just try mess with my character a lot and try my best to be as active as possible when I can!!

DON’T GET ME WRONG, I’m not trying to play “victim” it’s just my personal emotions and how I feel and there are many actions I’ve done that just don’t allow to be such a consistent partner to roleplay with, but when I’m here I have a fun time. I never cry over roleplaying and the community because why would I? You have to be realistic and realize it’s not that hard to block/ignore people ( trust me I’ve been bullied here many of times for my characters I just delete the messages now; PLUS IM 20 YEARS OLD I’m too old for that shit I got bills to pay and I really don’t care if a person online likes me or not ).

You’re going to find amazing people in this community that will become your best friends and that you share your life with and that’s what I’ve done! I found lifetime friends here that I wouldn’t hesitate to invite them to my graduation or something lol. They no longer roleplay in this specific community and I do miss roleplaying with them, but they’re my best friends and I can call them family because I send them pictures all the time of me and my shenanigans lol.

– A side note especially for a new roleplayer like yourself though: I know it’s exciting and some people take roleplaying as a second job for some reason, but remember roleplaying is suppose to be fun and not a job. I personally find it silly that people treat it like a job, but everyone is different. Life happens and it’s 100% OKAY to leave and come back later if you feel overwhelmed by it. There’s a lot of understanding people and if someone is giving you shit for not being able to roleplay them, ditch them, not worth your time.

#( if you want to come off anon and talk to me I can help as much as possible as starting out )#( i used to roleplay in deviantart since I was 11 so I know a thing or two about starting )#( i might have rambled too much personally but I hope you get what I mean !! )#long post #Anonymous #( — ooc ).

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marvelous-heroimagines · 6 years

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No Peace

College!AU

Requested by: Anonymous (Here are the specifics)

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.9K Warnings: Angst, unrequited love, self-insecurity, self-hatred, swearing

A/N: Based off of Girl Crush by Little Big Town

You fiddle with the straw in your drink absentmindedly as you listen to Sam’s story. As Sam delivers his punchline, you, Steve and Bucky all burst out in laughter; as Bucky’s body vibrates next to you with his laughter, he sways into you - probably because he’s 5 beers deep and can’t find his centre of gravity anymore - but it makes you freeze, if only for the briefest of moments. The feeling of his body resting on yours lingers long after he’s straightened himself. Your skin tingles and your breathing can’t seem to return to normal. Even just the touch of his skin makes you feel like you’re floating.

“So Buck,” Steve says once everyone’s laughter has died down, “How’s things going with that chick?”

And just like that you’re yanked back to Earth, your stomach tightening and your heart sinking. Bucky starts updating you and your friends on how things have been with Rebecca, but you’re no longer listening. The alcohol had suddenly caught up with you, and you were praying that you didn’t dissolve into a sobbing, drunk mess in front of your friends.

None of them knew, and you desperately didn’t want them to find out. Steve may have guessed, you’ve been too freaked out to confirm his sly comments. But there was no denying that you loved Bucky - you’ve loved him since Freshmen year, and here you were in your final weeks as a college student and you still loved him. A love that had never been returned and you don’t think ever will be - but a girl can dream.

“I think she’s zoned out,” you hear Sam note, bringing you back to reality,

“Huh, what?” you say, your cheeks flushing red as the boys laugh at you,

“Bit too much to drink hey?” Sam teases.

You slap his arm from across the booth before turning to Bucky, “I’m sorry what did you guys say?”

“I was just checking that you’d all be free Sunday-”

“Yeah!” you say, with too much enthusiasm before he can finish his sentence,

“Great!” Bucky beams a smile at you, making your heart skip a beat, “I’m inviting everyone to lunch in the park near campus. Becca wants to meet everyone, and we thought we’d celebrate graduating,” you make sure to keep the smile on your face as you stare at your best friend, but you felt like you’d just been punched in the stomach, “I want the two most important ladies in my life to finally meet... And ya know, if you two become best friends that wouldn’t hurt either,” he beams an excited smile at you, and all you can do is smile and nod back - even though you were internally screaming.

The last thing you needed was to meet the girl that you wanted to be. You’ve already seen her Facebook, you know she’s gorgeous, you didn’t need that to be confirmed in person. But now you were trapped into spending a whole day with the man you love and his new girlfriend.

You’d successfully avoided Bucky all weekend - mostly by locking yourself in your room and only sneaking out for food when you heard him leave the apartment. But as you sit in the cab, squished between Steve and Sam, your heart begins to race. You’d been hoping that this day would never come, or that you could just skip it altogether.

You’d successfully avoided having to meet Bucky’s girlfriend over the last few months. The thought of having to meet her made your heart break all over again, just like it had when Bucky excitedly recounted his first date with her. Sure Bucky had been on plenty of dates in the time you’ve known him, but none of them had ever worked out, except this one.

You barely listen to the boys as you all walk through the park, Sam taking the lead and trying to follow Bucky’s vague instructions to the picnic area. You were too caught up in your own head about having to meet Rebecca. You knew that she was pretty - no, stunning - but you’d been secretly hoping that she was a terrible person. It wasn’t nice, you knew that, but you’d needed something to cling to, all these months, that gave you some kind of hope that Bucky and her would break up.

But you didn’t have anyone to blame. It was your own fault that you weren’t her. You’d had almost 4 years to tell Bucky how you felt, but you’d been too scared. So here you were, trekking through a public park and hating every second that brought you closer to having to face the reality that your best friend - the man you loved - was someone else’s.

"Oh, there they are,” Steve says as he reaches out to wave at Bucky. You’re still a few meters from them, but you can already see Bucky holding Rebecca in his arms. Your stomach drops and you can’t tear your eyes away as you approach.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Bucky beams at the three of you. Your eyes are glued to his arm, tightly wrapped around her waist,

“You didn’t make it easy, man,” Sam mockingly grumbles, causing Bucky to chuckle,

“Everyone, this is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is Steve, Sam and Y/N,” Bucky introduces.

You finally tear your eyes away to give her a polite smile and hello - but you can hardly do that. You stare at her, it felt like something was crushing your chest and someone that pulled out your heart with their bare hands. She was beautiful, her long, blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her lips were pulled into a wide smile. She looked like a model, which only made you feel horrible about yourself.

It was almost like you had an outer-body experience, as if you were watching Rebecca chat to Steve, Sam, Bucky and yourself without actually being in the conversation. You had no idea what was being said, but you had a fake smile plastered on your face and you couldn’t look at anything but the way Bucky stared at her. You could see the love in his eyes, and it made you wish that you saw that look when he stared at you.

You were frozen in place, unable to tear your eyes off of Bucky and Rebecca. Every time he lovingly looked at her, grabbed her waist, kissed her; it was like you were being stabbed. And yet, you couldn’t move. The more she talked and joked with your friends, the more you realised that she was perfect. You’d been hoping that she was a bitch, but she was far from it. If she wasn’t dating the love of you life, you probably would be best friends.

As the sun set behind the trees, you absentmindedly stare at the grass - lost in your own self-pity and hatred.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice breaks through your trace, “You alright?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you mumble as you uncomfortably shift in your seat, “Just lost in thought I guess,”

“Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks in a low voice, his stare burning into you. You nod, push yourself out of your seat and follow Bucky as he leads you a few feet from the group, “So, what do you think?” he asks, excitement bubbling in his tone,

“About what?” a frown setting between your brows,

“About Rebecca,” he says through a half-laugh, “She’s great, right?”

You stare at Bucky, unable to answer right away. On one hand, this was your chance to be true with him, to tell him that he belonged with you instead. But more than wanting to be with Bucky, you wanted Bucky to be happy. You glance over your shoulder at Rebecca just as she throws her head back to laugh - her melodic laugh reaching your ears like yet another stab to the heart.

You wanted to deny that Bucky was happy, but the way he excitedly awaited your answer didn’t lie; you’ve never seen him his happy in the 4 years you’ve known him. And you can’t blame him, Rebecca was so amazing that you basically had a crush on her.

“Yeah, Buck,” you finally reply, heavily coating your voice in happiness to hide your true pain, “She’s wonderful,”

Bucky’s lips stretch into a wide grin, “Oh, I’m so glad you said that,” he breathes out. You watch with confusion as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a little, black, velvet box.

If you thought that watching Bucky with her today had been painful, this was worse than death. Your breath catches in your throat as your stomach twists and your chest caves in on itself.

The reveal of the engagement ring was too much for you; the fake smile that you’d kept on your face all day finally fades. The ring was holding your stare, almost as if it was mocking you.

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice now concerned as he notices your change, “Are you alright?”

You get a hold of yourself and tear your eyes away from the diamond ring, “Yep, I’m good,” you take a quick breath to steady yourself before plastering that fake grin back on your lips, “Bucky, it’s beautiful!” you were probably over doing it with your fake excitement, but Bucky doesn’t notice, “When are you going to-?”

“Tonight!” he blurts out. He was a giddy child, almost bouncing on his toes as he glances down at the ring, “God, I hope she says yes,”

“She will,” you reassure him as he slides the ring back into his jacket pocket, “Any girl would be crazy to say no to you,”

Bucky gives you a smile of thanks before something over his shoulder catches his eye. He gives you a quick kiss on the cheek before jogging back over to the rest of the group; leaving you frozen in place, unable to look away as Bucky pulls Rebecca towards him and kisses her deeply.

“Oh no,” Steve’s voice makes you jump, pulling you back to reality, “He showed you didn’t he?”

Your eyes begin to prickle with oncoming tears and a lump the size of a softball becomes lodged in your throat; all you can do is nod.

“Let’s go,” Steve says, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and forcefully turning you away from the man you love and his soon to be fiancee as they kiss.

Steve continually asked you where you wanted to go, but you were unable to give him an answer. It was as if knowing that Bucky was about to propose to someone else had sent you into a catatonic state. Your feet were on autopilot as Steve lead you up to his and Sam’s apartment, the whole time asking if you were okay.

The answer was no, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to say that. You were numb, and unable to think of anything but Bucky and Rebecca. They were probably having a cute dinner in the apartment right now, and Bucky would be nervously playing with his hair as he waited for the perfect moment to propose.

The thought of them together made your bones ache. The way that her hands would trace every inch of his skin, the way she knew what his lips tasted like. You wanted nothing more than to be her, to have Bucky wanting to marry and love you. But you had no one else to blame.

“Y/N,” Steve says as he crouches down in front of you, sitting on the couch and staring at nothing, “Can you hear me? Are you okay? I’m really worried,”

“Can I stay here for a few days?” you speak for the first time in hours, “J-Just until I can find a new place,”

Steve solemnly nods with a sad look in his eyes, “As long as you need,”

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petaldancing · 6 years

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fic: but only one truth

fandom: persona 5 characters: makoto, ann summary: she finds her in a koban, five years later. this time, things might be different. (chapter 1 of 4)

Makoto only noticed it was drizzling when she took off her helmet and hung it on handlebar. She eased the motorbike into its allocated lot next to the koban, mentally picking out the what she was going to include in her report. Leaning on the seat of her bike, she flipped open her lined notebook and began to jot down the details in point form. The neighbourhood patrol, which included helping tourists find their way around Tokyo and talking to Shujin students that were loitering out late, had taken her more than an hour. It was ritual more than anything else, the patrol and the report thereafter, and though it wasn’t anything exciting, it gave rhythm to an otherwise chaotic job. It was sort of like being student council president again. Makoto did not know whether the comparison was comforting or disconcerting, pressing the tip of the ballpoint pen onto the page for a moment.

She pushed these thoughts aside as she entered the koban, tucking her notebook under one arm. There was a blonde woman sitting on the waiting chairs along the wall, tapping the heel of her sneaker on the tiled floor. A visitor making a report was common. What wasn’t was the fact that Makoto recognised her immediately. The pages of her notebook flapped open as it fell to the floor.

The woman removed her sunglasses as her mouth opened in delighted surprise. “Makoto! What are the odds!”

“Ann? What are you doing here?” Makoto rushed to her side after she picked up her notebook, concern overriding the embarrassment of having Ann see her in uniform. She was an officer now, and her priority was attending to the needs of the civilians, even if this one didn’t bother to hide the smile that appeared on her face.

“You look really good, Makoto,” Ann’s smile widening into a toothy grin. Makoto remembered how the whole gang had asked for a photo of her in uniform ever since she’d officially signed on to the police. She never took that picture, nor did she let on to which station she was posted at, which made Ann the first to see her on duty.

“N-nevermind that!” Makoto hoped that the warmth spreading across her cheeks wasn’t obvious. “More importantly, what happened?”

Ann slipped her sunglasses into her red purse as she said, “There was a snatch thief. Ryuji didn’t manage to catch the guy, but he did get a good look at his face and his motorcycle plate. They’re getting the details from him right now.” She nodded to the back of the koban, which housed just one interview room and the staff office. Kurosawa was the other officer on shift, and she wasn’t the type who startled easily. She would be able to deal with Ryuji by herself. On the other hand, Makoto didn’t know if she would be able to handle Ann one on one. She fidgeted with her notebook and reminded herself that as long as she focused on doing her job, there wouldn’t be any problems.

“Where did this happen? Are you hurt?”

“Just down the road, near Yoyogi station. You know, at that intersection where 7-11 and Big Bang Burger are? Ryuji wanted to grab something to eat after running some deliveries, and I just finished a shoot nearby, so we decided to meet up,” Ann explained.

It seemed that sheer coincidence brought them to this part of the neighbourhood. Makoto nodded, slowly adjusting to the fact that she wouldn’t have been able to keep her friends from finding out about where she worked forever. Still, she couldn’t help but feel out of her depth. Ever since she graduated from the academy, she only ever visited Leblanc on special occasions. It felt so odd and undeserved, for her to be talking to Ann now, and more than that, the thought of Ryuji and Ann grabbing a meal together without asking her reminded her that they were no longer as close as they used to be in high school, when they were the Phantom Thieves.

Ann continued, “We were deciding where to get dinner and then the snatch thief ran past us and Ryuji chased him. When we didn’t manage to catch him, we tried to find the nearest koban, and here we are.” The bangles on her hand clinked with her gestures.

Makoto’s thoughts shifted from one kind of regret into another. If only she hadn’t taken so long on patrol. She would’ve heard the commotion on the way back if she were fifteen minutes earlier. Her hand balled into a fist at her side.

Ann seemed to notice her frustration. “I know it’s a shame the guy got away, but hey, it looks like we’ve finally figured out where you work!” She pointed a manicured finger at Makoto and winked.

In response, Makoto pressed her one hand to her forehead. “Please… don’t tell the rest.” Futaba would probably tap into the security cameras just for fun, and the others would surely drop by just to have a look since she’d been so strict about separating her career from what remained of her social life. Working shifts meant that she spent most of her off days training and reading. When was the last time she sat down with the gang? Perhaps Christmas, last year.

“Promise.” Ann lifted her pinky finger to Makoto without saying anything else.

Makoto blinked. She remembered a chilly winter’s day, her graduation certificate gripped tight in one hand, and the other, holding Ann’s and all the words she was too afraid to say.

“Makoto?”

“Ah, um—” She linked her pinky with Ann’s before her brain could object, and felt like she was eighteen all over again. Ann held their fingers together before slowly letting go. Yes, it was just like back then, except now, Makoto was an adult who could no longer run and hide behind convincing excuses.

If Ann also remembered, she did not let on. Instead, she raised her gaze to the ceiling, as if searching for the next part of her sentence. The action gave a clear view of her neck and collarbone, and made Makoto acutely aware that Ann was wearing a dark off-the-shoulder dress.

She lowered her eyes to the floor, nearly biting her tongue as she hurried to blurt out, “Tha—Thank you. I appreciate it.”

“What’s up with that? We’re friends, Makoto. No need to be so formal,” Ann chuckled, and said these words like they were the simplest thing.

Makoto couldn’t help but crack a smile. Ann never did hold anything back. Even now, she found herself wishing she could be just a little bit more like her.

“Oh!” Ann interrupted her thoughts, having decided what she wanted to say “In return, I have something that I want you to consider very seriously.”

Makoto pressed her heels together. When was the last time Ann had asked her for help? It felt so long ago since she felt like she was a senior in high school, and Ann had achieved so much on her own since then. She cleared her throat and asked, “What is it?”

“Well... Shiho’s moving out in about two months. She got a great offer for work at a rehab centre in Kyoto. And I was looking for a roommate.” Ann tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as Makoto felt her chest tighten. “You’ve been staying with Sae-san all this while, so do you wanna consider moving in with me? Remember what we said years ago?”

Makoto couldn’t forget, no matter how hard she tried. The words came out instinctively, defensively: “Why me?”

Ann creased her brow at Makoto’s sharp response, but before she could say anything else, the door of the interrogation room swung open just then, and out stepped Ryuji Sakamoto with his hands perched behind his head.

“I’m starving! Ann, let’s go get dinner!” he called out loudly, no different from usual. His eyes flitted from Ann to Makoto as he registered her presence. He practically jumped as he shouted, “Woah! Makoto! You’re really a cop now! What did I say Ann? I knew we’d run into Makoto!”

“That’s what you say everytime we pass by a police station.” Ann rolled her eyes.

“And I was right this time!” Ryuji folded his arms triumphantly as he approached them. Behind him, Makoto exchanged nods with Kurosawa, who excused herself to the break room.

“Anyway—dinner. Makoto, do you wanna join us?” Ryuji asked.

“She’s on shift.” Ann pointed out as she stood up and pulled the wrinkles out of her dress.

“I’d love to, but my shift doesn’t end until tomorrow morning,” Makoto gave the young man an apologetic smile. “I’ll treat you to dinner next time, alright?” she added, feeling like she should. After all, Ryuji just saved her from a conversation she was not prepared to have.

“That sucks,” he replied, pocketing his hands in his loose shorts. “We can get you something if you want though, just drop a message! We’re probably gonna go to the ramen stall just across the road.”

“When did we decide on that?” Ann asked pointedly as Ryuji stepped out of the koban.

“It’s good,” Makoto offered, if only to stop the neighbours from complaining about the noise Ann and Ryuji would make if they got into a disagreement. “They have pretty good miso ramen.”

“Alright, gonna grab seats now. See ya’ Makoto!” Ryuji waved, before setting off, pulling up his jacket hood in the rain.

Ann did not follow him straightaway. She stood at the threshold, taking out her sunglasses to wear even though the sun had set and the rain was getting heavier. “I hope you’ll take me seriously, Makoto. Being able to find you today... It’s a sign, isn’t it?”

Makoto could not reply to that. Instead,she reached over the front counter and pulled out one of the spare umbrellas they kept for civilians who happened to be caught in the rain. She stepped up to Ann and held it out to her. “Here. You can return this to us another time.”

Ann’s eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses, but her earnest smile had not changed. She accepted the umbrella, hand brushing across Makoto’s.

“I’ll take that as a maybe.” Then, she disappeared into the downpour.

The smell of her perfume persisted in the koban, as if telling Makoto not to forget this time.

notes: i’m so unsure about this that i don’t know if i should post it onto AO3 (yknow, like drabbles stay on tumblr and Good Work goes on AO3) but if you prefer reading on AO3 lemme know!!

OK so would you believe me if i said that the prompt for this was ‘mako/ann, firm kiss’?? welp you know me, if it’s not satomaya i need to work my brain to come up with a reasonable scenario that would allow them to kiss and so ive been struggling over the storyline for a very long period of time and i think this piece might be the one that i can’t overcome/grasp the characters as well as i usually do, which is giving me a huge writer’s block, but all the more, i want to conquer this!! i’m not very confident portraying these characters but maybe if i pace myself and post it up as one chapter per week it might work out better and help me overcome this writer’s block, especially since the end of this part spoke to me like “hello... there is no way you can write the next part unless you break this fic into chapters” and voila!

#makoann #persona 5 #*gestures wildly*#*holds map upside down*#i'm not sure what this is but it might work better if i break it into chapters.. maybe???#fandom: p5 #pair: makoann

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romanraihanseo1 · 3 years

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The average of these 5 death clocks could be the day you die

You may think Halloween is the time for trick-or-treating, dressing up as a Fortnite character, or carving pumpkins. But you’re wrong, it’s the time to face death.

Despite fearing death, humans have always been weirdly obsessed with anticipating their final day on earth. Now in the digital age, this morbid fascination with predicting death has taken form in digital death clocks. Death countdown tools are often used as a joke but some financial institutions, health organizations, and insurers are using its data as a life expectancy calculator.

If you could, would you want to find out when you’re going to die? Here’s a list of sites that could work out when you’re doing to die, because you are going to die:

1. Death Clock

The Death Clock is a friendly reminder of the Internet that life goes on, one after another.

To estimate how many seconds you have left to survive, the site uses a few key questions: date of birth, gender, BMI (body mass index), smoking habits, and general outlook on life - classified as pessimistic, optimistic, and sad for whatever reason. Death clock calculations are based on a study that estimates the expected years of life lost due to obesity in an adult.

Before looking at the exact date of your funeral, the tool asks for information about your BMI, emphasizing the risk of excess weight gain - because they so explicitly refer to it as a "fatal risk of becoming fat".

By answering the questions truthfully, the Death Clock declared my "day of personal death" Sunday, June 24, 2091 - giving me a life of 2,293,545,812 seconds (tick tock, tick tack).

By examining its (basic) knowledge I have adjusted my lifestyle choices. If I were a smoker, the Death Clock would be seven years away from my life, if I was obese, I would have five more vacations, and if I had a "sad" view of life, the other two. While this may not be the most scientifically accurate tool for predicting your last days of breathing, it is a wake-up call on how you will live your life today.

2. Big Life: Life Expectancy Calculator

After not fully relying on the day of my death given by The Death Clock, I took my own deathless heartless fascination to another darkness of the web. Here is Big Life's Life Expectations Calculator.

The goal of this death calculation is to provide information on meaningful health risks by estimating the emergence of deaths associated with certain unhealthy lifestyle characteristics.

The test begins by asking what life event you would like to experience, as well as understanding your predictions of what natural event will likely happen next year. It could be your grandchildren's wedding, your retirement, or your grandchildren's graduation. I chose my 100th birthday which should be in 2097.on my 100th birthday, I'll make one percent of it.

Behind Project Big Life, researchers created a calculator that examined the health behavior and healthcare records of about 60,000 Ontario residents. People with unhealthy behaviors spent 42 more days in hospital than people with healthy behaviors.

This website made the inevitability of my death seem real and for that reason, I will never return to it.

3. Hwid.org hwid.org reminds you of the importance of living every moment to the fullest, unfortunately reminding you that your life is coming to an end soon, one second at a time.

After providing me with my age, gender, BMI, drinking habits and the amount of exercise I have done each week, I am congratulated: “As soon as you know, you will die. More on August 6, 2081 ”

I have previously used various epidemiological studies and data, which calculated that I would live to a ripe old age of 84 - meaning that 26 percent of my life would not have already passed. Each box represents one week and each row is 52 weeks wide or about a year of my life.

Filled boxes have already passed, and those that have not been filled have not yet arrived. My life is being loaded until it finally faces death.

If you love your parents, it also makes you question how much time you spent with your family. This explains why most people, including myself, leave home when they are about 20 years old. As a result, you're suddenly going to spend time with your parents every month, seeing them twice a month on average.

Given the other way, it means you will spend most of your time with your parents, you have already spent.

Given a few guesses about your age and your parents, your under-26s can stay together, even less, which is seen twice on average per month, meaning only 676 more days together.

4. SunLife Death Clock

Ah, another website to remind me of my death (I can't be enough). This time it's Sunlife's Death Clock, a site that estimates how old you would be if you lived in the UK.

First, you need your age, gender and location for the test. This then includes asking more in-depth questions about your lifestyle: how much alcohol you drink, how much you smoke, whether you see both sides when you cross the street, if you sit in an office all day, how much TV you watch, your sleep habits, your Diet, how many times you exercise, how many teas you drink and how many times you brush your teeth. Basically, lots of information.

As you answer such questions, your lifespan will jump with age depending on your answers. I no longer felt judged.

5. Years You Have to Live, Probably

Nathan Yao, the creator of this life expectancy tool, uses the knowledge of Forest Gump: "Mother always said that witch was a part of life."

Flooddata estimates use visual data to show how long you will live depending on the average age, but the reality is that people die at different ages, which Ya admits is a big design flaw - which probably inspired the name ...

It animates the possibility of dying at 110 years of age (the oldest person in the United States). After entering your age and gender, Interactive Graphic uses Social Security Administration data to simulate your potential lifetime.

Thus seeing your chances of survival at a certain age is both a cause for concern and a hypnosis. In the GIF below, the line shows the chances of you surviving to see the next year (which will decrease with your age) and presents the possibility of eliminating the face of the planet before each running point naturally ends your time.

As well as predicting when you will die, Flooddata also provides fun data on how you are likely to die and how other people die.

Using data from the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, Yau has designed a beautiful and captivating visualization detailing when and how you are likely to die, depending on your gender, color and age.

“Each point represents a representation of your imitative life, and as each year goes by, so do your more simulated shelves. The color matches the cause of death and the bars on the right keep an eye on the percentage. Ya writes, in the end, you leave the possibility of dying for every reason.

Once you see how you are probably dying, scroll down the age to zero again and see how many diseases and ways you have survived so far - well done, but death is coming

With an average of these five death clocks, I would die at about 86 years old - and that would probably turn into a “circulation” issue. When will you die?

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mysticwritingwarriors · 7 years

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Anything for you

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/You

Warnings: Sex. Some dirty talk. Praise Kink

Summary: Hi! I just found your blog and love the stories! I'm big Dean Ambrose trash so I was wondering if I could please make a fic request about him? How about he meets somewhat shy,little timid,mousy like behind the scenes person somewhere,but he ends up falling for her and she's a virgin (sort of a late bloomer cause I don't want her TOO young LOL) and because of her having low self-esteem,he's very praise kink (body and otherwise) and he takes her virginity with hot detailed smut and sweet romance?

Notes: My most sincere apologises for how long this took Anon. The writing of it gave me some trouble but I hope it turned out well. I tried my very best for you. - Dani

Dating Dean Ambrose was kind of a dream. It was a pinch yourself and make sure it's real moment. When you'd started working for the WWE you hadn't even expected to spend that much time around the talent, never mind befriend or date any of them. Now months later here you are. Some of the superstars you'd admired from afar can now be counted among some of your closest friends and Dean freaking Ambrose is your boyfriend. It's like something out of a fairytale and you can't believe this is your life.

Previously you'd worked a regular 9 to 5 office job and it had been slowly killing you emotionally. You hadn't hated the work itself, it was by no means your dream job but it was fine. It was your co-workers that were draining. You'd spent three years working in the place and 90% of your fellow employees had still reacted to you like you'd started weeks before. That you could suffer through because at the end of the day, those people in the office, they weren't signing your pay checks. Though privately you thought they were all assholes. Sure you were a shy and timid person but surely it wasn't that hard to remember your name ?

The last straw for you was your boss forgetting who you were. You sat in innumerable meetings listening to his monotone droning voice talk about absolutely nothing of importance. You often worked overtime correcting his incompetence and he didn't even have the decency to remember that you were the person fixing all his stupid mistakes ? As timid as you might be, even you had limit dammit and that was it. You weren't going to just stick around to be the company doormat and so you'd quit.

Unemployment hadn't been as awful as you'd expected. Sure you hadn't really ever gotten out of your pyjamas but it could have been worse. The only day-to-day passive aggression you'd had to deal with was from your cat and at least you liked him. You'd had a little nest egg saved up so you were never in danger of starving and although job hunting had been largely unrewarding, at least you had gotten to sleep in until noon. Things could have been worse. Your mother could have made good on her threat to visit for one.

You remain convinced that your job with WWE had been meant to be. Over the months you'd spent searching for employment nothing had gone your way. You'd felt like you'd applied for every office job within a four mile radius of your apartment and had only gotten at most three phone calls in return. All of which had gone no further. Desperate (and going a little stir-crazy) you'd branched out your search and seen an ad for a job in WWE working as a PA. It would largely be a lot of running around and getting coffee but it was a job. A job with a company you'd loved for many, many years.

You'd figured it was worth a try. Every nobody middle manager in your city didn't seem to want to employ you, so why not take a long shot on something with the potential to make you happy ? You hadn't honestly thought that getting the job was in any real way possible. However much to your surprise they were actually the first people to offer you an actual face-to-face interview. You'd been beyond stunned.

From there it had been a whirlwind of emotion, cramped flights and interviews but the job had eventually been yours much to your astonishment. You'd packed up your (admittedly meagre) belongings as fast as you could and had gotten out on the road as soon as physically possible.

Months later and here you were. Happier than you could have ever thought you'd be with a wonderful boyfriend, great friends and a paying job in company you liked. Everything was pretty great. Well. Almost everything. There was one tiny thing that was bothering you. You'd been dating Dean for about six months now and you'd yet to have sex. You'd had some pretty fantastic make out sessions but nothing had gone further than some over the clothes action. Which was entirely your fault. You'd asked him to glacier slow with you and he'd readily agreed.

The thing was at 24 you knew you were considered a little old to be a virgin. It was a somewhat embarrassing fact but there it was. You'd always felt too busy to date in college and once you'd graduated you hadn't had that many boyfriends. The few boys that you had managed a relationship with hadn't lasted long enough for you to feel comfortable enough to be sexual with them. Which left you where you were now, beyond ready to seal the deal with your boyfriend but far too embarrassed to let him know that you hadn't done anything before him. You didn't think Dean would break up with you or anything but the possibility, no matter how slim, made you reluctant to bring the fact up.

Admittedly there was one other thing making you nervous about it having sex with Dean that was your body. Dean spent all his time around beautiful women who worked hard on their fantastic, athletic bodies. Whereas you only visited the gym every now and then when you had the time and inclination to work out. So your stomach was soft and occasionally pooched over your jeans. Your thighs were certainly thicker than the women he saw on a regular basis and you'd always thought your breasts were a little too small for your frame, making your body appear unbalanced. Sometimes you had a hard time believing how he found you at all attractive.

Objectively you knew you couldn't just keep avoiding the subject of sex. It had to come up at some point and sure enough it did no matter how much you might wish it hadn't.

You and Dean had stolen a few minutes to spend some time together alone. Dean had scouted out an empty dressing room and you were now in the middle of another pretty great make out session. So distracted by the feeling of his mouth were you in fact, you'd failed to notice one of Dean's hands creeping under your shirt until suddenly you became aware of his fingertips brushing the edge of your bra. You leap back from him (in an admittedly cartoon-ish and over-dramatic manner) leaving a dishevelled Dean looking at you in bewilderment.

"How'd you get over there ?" He seems confused that you'd parted so suddenly which made you wonder if he'd been keeping track of his wandering hands at all.

"Your hand was up my shirt Dean" You tell him without trying to sound like you're scolding him. You don't think you're successful with how shamefaced Dean has suddenly become. You stand in awkward silence, berating yourself inwardly for making such a big deal over such a little thing. It's Dean that finally breaks the hush.

"We should probably talk about this right ?" He looks at you for confirmation as he often does. You of course need to talk it out but there's a laundry list of so many things you'd rather do than actually have the conversation. You fidget as Dean stares at you waiting for you to answer him. When no answer comes he starts to look concerned.

"What's wrong ?" He strides over to you and his hands cup your face softly. He always touches you like that, gently like he's afraid his hands are too clumsy and he'll hurt you. You resolutely stare at his chin, unable to look him in the eye. You take a deep breath but your answer still comes out in a whisper.

"It's just. I've never really done anything before"

Dean frowns and you know he hasn't quite understood. "Done anything ?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"You know. Anything" You stress the word hoping he'll suddenly be hit by a clue by four and you won't have to spell it out for him. You watch his mouth moving silently over the word, repeating it to himself in order to understand what on earth you're talking about.

"Oh ! You mean no one's fucked you ?" Trust Dean to put it so plainly. You bury your suddenly very red face into his neck. "How is that possible ? You're gorgeous" He says it so matter-of-factly that you can't help but grin. “Babe that's not even an issue. I'll be ready when you are” He lifts your face from it's hiding place and kisses you soundly. All too soon your stolen time together is up and you both have to get back to the days tasks. You feel so much lighter after getting things out into the open (no matter how reluctant you were) and you feel more confident than you'd felt previously.

Dean kisses you once more before you head off in your separate directions. The day turns out to be quite the busy one and soon you forget all about the conversation you'd had with Dean. No matter that might have seemed to you beforehand.

That night you get back to the hotel after quite some time after Dean, having been stuck in a meeting which had run later than anticipated. All you can think about is a bath and some quiet time with your man to unwind. What you find is the lights off in the room and an awkward looking Dean surrounded by lit candles and what you think are rose petals but you can't really tell in the low light.

"This isn't me pressuring you, I just wanted to show you that when the time comes I can take care of ya and do this right. I want to do right by you baby. I'll wait on you forever if that's what you need"

You're stunned. The whole thing might be more than a little cliché but your heart is warmed by the amount of effort Dean's put in just to show you how much he cares. It leaves you suddenly feeling like such a fool. You were so afraid of being judged or broken up with over something so stupid when you've got a the sweetest man in the world. A man who's willing to make sure you're comfortable and goes the extra mile just to make sure you know he cares. Why had you ever been scared in the first place ?

You practically skip across the room and wind your arms around Dean's neck. Automatically his hands come to rest at your hips though he still looks unsure. Instead of thanking him with words you show him how grateful you are with a kiss. He sighs into your mouth. Reluctantly you pull back sooner than you'd like,

"I think we should do this now" You whisper to him, still more than a little nervous.

"Baby you really don't have to. I told ya this wasn't a pressure thing. I don't wanna make you think you have to or anything"

You stroke your thumb over the crease of a frown between his eyebrows and shush him. "I know, I know but I've wanted to do this for months. I don't see why we should delay this any more"

Dean still looks unconvinced. "How 'bout you go take a dip in the bath I drew for ya and if you still feel the same when you get out the tub we'll do this" You agree and snag one last kiss before trotting off to the bathroom. There's more candles in the bathroom and what are definitely rose petals scattered over the tile. You'd have to remember to ask where on earth Dean had gotten his romancing tips. You suspect he'd been searching out of date women's magazines in the hotel lobby.

The bath is steaming hot just the way you like it and with plenty of pleasant smelling bubbles. You spend a good 20 minutes just soaking and by the time you climb out of the water you're almost boneless you're so relaxed. You consider the underwear you'd brought in with you and suddenly feeling brave you leave it on the counter instead just grabbing one of the supplied hotel bathrobes.

In the main room Dean has made himself comfortable on the bed. He's wriggled out of his jeans, which have been bundled up and dumped on an armchair, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. Your breath catches at the sight of him laid out on the bed with one hand behind his head, the other tapping an absent beat on his stomach. He looks beautiful.

He lazily turns his head and grins at you. "Enjoy the bath ?" You nod and he grins wider, pleased with his bath preparing abilities. You try not to giggle at him. He seems content to just watch you, eyes tracing from the top of your damp head to your feet. Clearly you're the one that's going have to take control of this situation so with shaking hands you undo the belt of your robe and slowly slide it off your shoulders. Dean only stares. You begin to shift nervously, feeling incredibly exposed.

What if you were right and he doesn't like your body ? You must look too soft to him. He must have built an image of this moment and you mustn't come close to what he imagined. You dart down to pick up your robe from the floor feeling like an absolute fool.

"Ah crap I've made a mess of this already" Your head whips up to see Dean pinching the bridge of his nose frustrated. He clambers down from the bed and your face is soon in his gentle hands, looking up into his earnest expression.

"Don't cover up princess, I was just shocked ya know ? Wasn't expecting to see all of you in one go. You're more beautiful than I could have imagined"

Your doubt must be clear on your face because Dean sighs and kisses your forehead. "I love how smart you are. Always running circles around me, always teaching me new shit but you never make me feel dumb for not knowing stuff." He places a soft kiss on each cheek "I love how soft your skin is, always feels amazing under my hands" He kisses each eye lid and you don't even remember ever closing them. "I love your eyes. The prettiest colour and always so sharp. They never miss a thing. Always showing me how much you love me without you ever saying a word." Finally his soft kisses land at your mouth. Once, twice, three times before he pulls away.

"And your god damn mouth. Always saying the sweetest things. Oh baby I've had dreams dedicated just to your mouth. Warm, wet and red. You look like fucking sin after I've been kissing you and that makes me so proud, cause I was the one who made you look like that." Your hands are clinging to Dean's broad shoulders in the vague hope that they'll anchor you back down to the earth. His sweet words are making you feel like you could float away, powered only by happiness.

Dean's hands slide down your body, briefly skimming the sides of your breasts and grab you by the waist. He lifts you and for one disorientated moment you think you have actually started to float. He carries you to the bed and gently places you in the centre, making sure your head is comfortably placed on the pillow. He whips off his t-shirt and you're treated to the sight of a mostly naked Dean up close.

You enjoy the sight of him crawling up your body immensely and reward him with a wet, open mouthed kiss once he gets close enough for you to drag him to your mouth. His fingers slide up and down your sides in a maddeningly slow drag and you reach down to direct them to more useful places like your breasts. You are ready to get this show on the road. Dean groans at the contact and his hips stutter into yours drawing further moans from the both of you.

His hands are eager to explore and waste no time in covering the skin you've given him permission to touch. His large hands cup your breasts, both of them fitting snugly in the shelter of his palms. He massages them gently and your fingers fly up into his hair. The first pinch of your nipple makes you arch in surprise. The second just makes you arch into the sensation. Dean spends a good while just playing with them, tugging, rolling, pinching, trying everything out to see what you like and how you react. Once he's satisfied he's tried all he can, he lowers his head to your stiffly peaked nipples and flicks his tongue over one. The sensation is different but not unpleasant. By no means is it unpleasant.

He blows softly over the wetness he left behind and you bite your lip to stifle the sounds you want to let out. Dean's thumb teases your bottom lip from between your teeth. "Don't do that princess. I wanna hear every noise you got" Once you nod your understanding his attention returns to the exploration of your breasts.

He methodically uses his mouth on them as he'd done with his finger before, finding the reactions that he wants. He gently bites and you yank on the fist full of hair in your hand. You quickly look down to apologise for hurting him and find Dean's eyes rolling into the back of his head. You file that information away for later but resolve to more gentle for now.

Dean's fingers are skating from one hip bone to the other and it takes you longer than it should to work out that it isn't just a tease, he's waiting for permission to move lower. You nudge his hand further down your body, not quite as bold as you had been when directing him to your breasts, though he seems to get the idea.

The first touch to your overheated skin is exquisite. Dean's careful fingers dance tentatively across every part of your sensitive flesh. Once he's mapped you out to his satisfaction he comes to a stop at your clit flicking a finger over it rabbit fast. Unthinking in your pleasure you tug another fistful of hair making Dean rumble in response. Spurred on by your reaction he does it again and again, building up a steady rhythm that very well could drive you insane but at least you'd go happy. He slows down as you begin climbing towards your peak and you growl frustrated. He circles your clit, maddeningly not touching where you want, just drawing the tip of finger around where you need him.

“Dean, please... I...” You don't know how to voice what you want but you certainly know you want it.

He obliges this incoherent plea and goes back to stroking your clit. Slowly he works you back to orgasm and quicker than you'd thought you're tipped over the edge with a loud, drawn out moan. Dean works you through it, rubbing in tiny circles until you're too sensitive to stand it any more.

Once you've revived somewhat Dean rewards you with a passionate if brief kiss. “God that was so fucking hot. Seeing my baby come because of me. All those noises you made for me, shit i'll never forget them. They'll keep warm on cold nights babe” He's murmuring dirty sweet nothings into your skin and you feel euphoric. Whether that's from the high of your orgasm, Dean's words or a little of both you couldn't say for sure.

Dean stops his worshipping of you and leaves the bed altogether much to your grumbled protest. You're not finished with him yet. He shushes you and you hear the opening of a draw, accompanied by rustling. You lazily turn your head to see him pull out a condom wrapper looking far more triumphant than the action necessarily warrants.

He makes short work of his boxers and is quickly kneeling astride your hips, giving you ample to time to get a good look at him gloriously fully nude. He makes a show of rolling on the condom for you and despite the trepidation you feel at his size, you're also quite excited. This is it, it's finally happening.

Dean spreads your legs wide and settles himself between them. “Ready ?” You nod and he grabs your hand, curling your fingers together as you feel a blunt pressure at your entrance. He checks once more to make sure he's got the go ahead and then pushes forward. The stretch burns a little as Dean makes room for himself inside you but it's not a bad as you'd imagined. He makes slow and careful progress until he meets resistance.

“This is gonna hurt a bit okay Princess ? Take your time and tell me when I can move again okay ?” You squeeze Dean's fingers in answer and with one short, sharp jab you're no longer a virgin. The pain spikes through you and this is certainly the level of discomfort you'd imagined. You hiss in pain and Dean immediately starts peppering your face with kisses, muttering apologises in between each peck. You pet his hair absently with your free hand as you adjust to the sensation. The sharpness of the pain soon dulls until it's manageable and experimentally you shift your hips. The discomfort is still present but the sharp pain doesn't return.

“You can move now babe” You whisper, afraid that talking to loudly will spoil the moment.

Dean starts to move cautiously, eyes glued to your face for any sign of pain and you stare back at him trying to reassure him with your facial expression that everything is okay. Dean builds up a slow rhythm and soon even the mild discomfort fades into building pleasure.

Feeling once again bold, you dig the fingers of your free hand into Dean's broad shoulder and wrap you legs around his hips. The action changes the angle and does things to the both of you, twin moans spilling from your mouths. Dean picks up his pace and you can't think or feel anything that isn't him. You're lost in this moment and you never want it to end.

“Oh baby I ain't gonna last much longer like this, I've been waiting for this moment for too long”

He reaches down to play with your clit to bring you to orgasm again and it certainly doesn't take all that long. You see stars, your walls tightening around Dean's dick, tipping him over the edge with you. He tries his best to support himself but his strength gives out and he lands on you with a heavy thump. Momentarily the breath is forced out of you before he rolls off to the side enough to let you breath again.

“I love you” He slurs into your neck, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively. “I love you too” You slur back, “Thanks for making this wonderful” He places a kiss over your fluttering pulse point “Anything for you baby, anything”

#dean ambrose one shot #dean ambrose imagine #dean ambrose fic #wwe fic #wwe one shot #wwe imagine #lunaticbun

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Stan Pines, Farmhand - Chapter 10: Welcome to Gravity Falls

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This chapter was a lot of fun to write! A lot of fun character interactions, and writing Stan and Angie as a couple is just really enjoyable. They are the Grossly Adorable Couple and no one can convince me otherwise. Anyways, in this chapter, people visit Gravity Falls, and Ford has a mishap in the lab.

May 22, 1976 – Gumption

“Oof! Angie, did ya have to jump on my back like that?” Stan asked.

“Yeah,” Angie replied. “Otherwise, I couldn’t do this.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek. Stan grinned.

“Ya make a good point.”

“Gross,” Lute muttered.

“No one asked for yer opinion, McGucket,” Stan said.

“Stan, Angie, could ya tone down the affection?” Ma McGucket asked. “Yer relatives didn’t come all this way to watch ya bein’ all over each other.” Angie reluctantly slid off Stan’s back.

“They’re not my relatives,” Stan said, putting an arm around Angie’s shoulders. Ma McGucket shook her head at him.

“Stanley, don’t start,” she said in a warning tone.

“Okay, Sally. I’ll play nice.” Ma McGucket reached out and pinched his cheek.

“Thank ya, son.”

“…Yeah,” Stan mumbled, rubbing his cheek. Ma McGucket walked away. Stan looked over at Angie. “The house isn’t as crowded as I thought it would be.”

“That’s ‘cause my relatives are comin’ in spurts,” Angie explained. She took a seat on the couch and fanned the skirts of her new dress around her. “If’n they came all at once, this place’d be fit to explode.”

“They were really careful ‘bout it this time,” Lute agreed, sitting next to his little sister. “After what happened before. Remember? Durin’ my graduation party, they told everyone to bring an instrument, so that we could have live entertainment.”

“I remember,” Stan said. He joined the youngest two McGuckets on the couch. “That was a disaster.”

“Only if ya have ears that are sensitive to cacophonies,” Lute said idly. Stan snorted. “Havin’ the radio in the kitchen playin’ is a better idea.” He looked at Angie. “I’m still surprised ya ain’t upset that ya have to share the party with Fidds an’ his new master’s degree.” Angie shrugged.

“It means folks don’t focus on me as much, which I ‘ppreciate.” She sighed. “But I can’t avoid all the attention. Uncle Bassett keeps askin’ me when I’m goin’ to get married.” She looked at Stan, whose eyes were now the size of saucers. “Relax, Stan. There ain’t any pressure on the either of us. My fam’ly asks that sort of question all the time, and it means nothin’.”

“Don’t believe her,” Lute told Stan.

“Yeah, I didn’t,” Stan said. Angie rolled her eyes. Lute looked at Stan carefully.

“All jokin’ aside,” he began.

“That’s never a good thing to hear,” Stan said.

“Lute…” Angie warned.

“Banjolina, get yourself over here and hug yer grannie!” someone called.

“Comin’!” Angie cast Stan an apologetic look before leaving.

“When are ya goin’ to pop the question?” Lute asked Stan. Stan groaned.

“Lute. C’mon, man.”

“Hey, I need to know,” Lute said defensively.

“No, ya don’t.”

“Yes, I do. Ya promised to do the right thing with my baby sister.”

“Look, we’ve only been datin’ for-”

“Two years,” Lute interrupted. Stan blinked.

“Holy shit, that long? No wonder people are askin’.” Stan rubbed his neck uncomfortably. “But most of it’s been long-distance. We ain’t at that marriage place yet.” Lute nodded.

“Sounds reasonable. See, was that so difficult?”

“…Yes,” Stan said stubbornly. Lute punched him on the arm.

“Ya goon.” A strange look crossed his face. “Will ya ever get there if ya keep stayin’ long-distance?”

“I didn’t think about that,” Stan said slowly. “Huh. I’ve been meanin’ to leave Gumption, anyways.”

“Uh, what?”

“Just thinkin’ out loud.”

“Ya want to leave Gumption?”

“Well, I might like bein’ a farmhand, but I’m a city boy at heart. And Angie lives in a decently sized city.” He looked at Lute. “An’ you’re here all the time, so you can do the farm work.” Lute looked back at Stan with a cautious expression.

“Where are ya goin’ with this, Stanley?”

“You’ll see.” Stan stood up and made his way through the crowd of cheerful McGuckets. “Hey, Angie!” he called.

“Yeah?” a voice responded from the kitchen. Stan poked his head in. Angie was sitting at the table, deep in conversation with her grandparents. He walked over to her. She looked up at him. “Whattaya need, Stan?”

“Do ya wanna move in together?” he asked bluntly. The amicable chatter filling the kitchen stopped suddenly; the only sound was the tinny music from the beat-up radio on the counter. Stan ignored the looks he was getting from the McGucket extended family. Angie blinked.

“What brought this on?”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really…”

“So, yes or no?”

“Yes,” Angie said quickly. Stan grinned.

“Sweet.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked out of the kitchen. Fiddleford had taken his spot on the couch, but there was still room for him. He sat down.

“What was that ‘bout?” Lute asked Stan.

“I just asked Angie to move in with me.”

“What?!” Fiddleford and Lute said together, staring at him. Stan shrugged.

“I’ve been meanin’ to talk to her, I just couldn’t find the right moment.”

“An’ a graduation party is the right moment?” Fiddleford asked, aghast.

“I mean, it worked out pretty well,” Stan said. Fiddleford groaned.

“Ya don’t have a romantic bone in yer body, Stanley Pines.”

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August 10, 1976 – Gravity Falls

“All right, we lasted three months livin’ together. Cough it up,” Angie said briskly, holding out a hand. Grumbling, Lute and Harper rummaged in their pockets for money.

“How much do we owe ya?” Harper asked.

“Twenty bucks each.”

“Ugh, remind me to never make a bet with you again,” Lute muttered, slapping a twenty-dollar bill in Angie’s outstretched hand. After the brothers had left, Stan approached Angie.

“Did ya place bets with yer brothers on how long we’d last livin’ together?” he asked. Angie nodded. “I love ya,” Stan enthused, lifting her in an intense embrace.

“Stanley, if yer goin’ to lift somethin’, could it at least be furniture or equipment? Not my lil sister?” Fiddleford asked. Stan set Angie down again.

“Fine,” he said, walking over to the pickup truck. He took a large box out of the bed of the truck. “Geez, what’s in this? Rocks?”

“No, spare parts,” Fiddleford supplied. “But they are made of osmium alloy.” Stan grunted and set the box down on the ground.

“Okay?”

“Osmium is the heaviest metal,” Angie supplied, sitting on another box and swinging her legs idly.

“Thanks.”

“Yup. Got to use my chemistry minor fer somethin’.” She winked at Stan. “Even if it’s just to explain the periodic table.” Stan grinned back.

“Hey, works for me.”

“Angie, get off yer butt and help out!” Lute shouted, only the top of his head visible behind the box he was carrying.

“I don’t know. Seems like you fellers got it handled,” Angie said, examining her fingernails with a vested interest.

“If yer not goin’ to help, why’d ya come along?” Harper asked.

“‘Cause Stan was comin’. And all my older siblings, too. At least, they’re all supposed to be here. Where’s Violynn?”

“She had to take Mason to the doctor,” Basstian supplied, joining the others outside.

“Oh, no, is he all right?” Angie asked.

“He’ll be fine. Just ate somethin’ he shouldn’t have.”

“That boy’s definitely a McGucket,” Lute said appreciatively. “Hey, Stanford, where do ya want this box? Inside or outside?” he shouted.

“Inside, please!” Ford shouted back, from inside the house.

“Where inside?”

“The second floor.” Lute groaned. Angie laughed.

“That’s what ya get fer agreein’ to help move Ford and Fidds,” she said snidely. Lute glared at her and walked inside.

“What is all this, anyways?” Harper asked Fiddleford.

“Equipment fer research, mostly,” Fiddleford replied. He nodded at the box Harper was holding. “That’s got pots ‘n pans, though.”

“Why it so heavy, then?”

“Cast-iron.”

“That explains it.” Harper walked inside. Basstian took another box from the truck, this one labeled “Sparkplugs”.

“Fiddleford, why do ya have a box that’s just of sparkplugs?” Basstian asked.

“I need them.”

“Fer whatever research yer goin’ to be doin’ with Stanford?”

“Yes,” Fiddleford said. He turned to Angie. “Angie, get off that box so’s someone else can take it in, if all yer goin’ to do is sit ‘round and look pretty.” Angie hopped off of the box so that Fiddleford could pick it up.

“What sort of research are ya plannin’ on doin’?” she asked her older brother.

“Studyin’ the paranormal. There’s a lot of weird stuff here in Gravity Falls, and Stanford’s pretty interested in all of it.”

“But you aren’t,” Stan said slowly. Fiddleford shrugged.

“It’s interestin’ enough. An’ Ford got a research grant fer it. It’ll fund his weird research and my robotics work, too.” He pursed his lips. “My only concern is that some of it seems a bit dangerous.”

“Please, it’s just nature,” Angie said.

“Ya almost got bit by rattlers ten times growin’ up,” Basstian said.

“An’ I’m still ‘round.” Angie turned back to Fiddleford. “What sort of weird things are we talkin’ ‘bout?”

“Don’t tell me you’re goin’ to want to do research here, too,” Fiddleford said.

“It depends on what the weird stuff here is.” Fiddleford sighed.

“Ya can ask Ford all ‘bout it.”

“Will do!” Angie bounded up the stairs and inside.

“Ya might end up followin’ Stanford and Fiddleford to Gravity Falls, Stan,” Basstian said with a chuckle. Stan shrugged.

“Seems like a decent place.”

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March, 1977 – Gravity Falls

The phone picked up on the second ring.

“Pines-McGucket residence, Stan speakin’.”

“Gimme that!” Fiddleford waited patiently as his younger sister and Stan apparently had a mock fight over the phone. There was a rustle. “Sorry, he misspoke. It’s the McGucket-Pines residence, ‘cause I lived here first, ya goober!” Angie shouted playfully, thankfully not into the receiver.

“Angie, it don’t matter,” Fiddleford said briskly.

“Oh! Fidds!”

“Who is it?” Stan asked, his voice muffled.

“I just said his name.”

“Tell Fidds I say hi.”

“Stan says hi,” Angie dutifully reported.

“I say hi back.” Angie relayed Fiddleford’s message to Stan. “So, how’s livin’ together?” Fiddleford asked.

“Goin’ pretty well. It ain’t as crowded as it was before. A few months ago, my roommate went back to Palo Alto. Last I heard, Marley’s got two boyfriends.”

“That’s…interestin’.”

“I’m lookin’ forward to the Christmas cards. Whatchya callin’ fer?”

“Just checkin’ on my baby sister and my future brother-in-law.”

“Fidds, we ain’t engaged.”

“Did I say ya were engaged right now?” Angie sighed.

“What’s the real reason yer callin’?”

“I was wonderin’ if’n you and Stan might want to visit Ford and me.” Fiddleford felt another bout of nausea and frantically forced it down. “Y’know, in Gravity Falls? See the house, the wildlife, the two of us?”

“I don’t know, Fidds, it’s an awful long drive.”

“I miss y’all,” Fiddleford said, playing the pity card.

“I miss ya, too.” Angie paused. “But I still ain’t sure…”

“You’ll love it here, we’ve got all sortsa weird stuff in the woods.”

“Weird stuff? Well, why didn’t ya say so earlier? We’ll be there tomorrow. What’s the address, again? I forgot to write it down when we helped ya move in.”

“618 Gopher Road.”

“Got it.”

“See ya soon, lil sis.”

“See ya soon!” Angie chirped. Fiddleford hung up the phone.

“Well?” Ford asked. Fiddleford nodded.

“They’re comin’.” He looked at his boyfriend. “An’ not a moment too soon.”

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“Okay, but seriously,” Stan said, getting out of the Stanleymobile, “what happened?” They had just pulled up to the house at the address 618 Gopher Road, Gravity Falls, Oregon. They were having markedly different reactions to the trip: while Angie had been enamored by the lush forests immediately, Stan found himself getting gradually more and more agitated.

“I don’t know, Stan,” Angie said. She opened the trunk and tossed Stan his bag. “Maybe ya can stop by a mechanic, see what happened with the brakes.”

“We stopped at a gas station for five minutes, ran inside to get some chips and a pack of smokes-”

“You ran inside fer cigarettes,” Angie said under her breath.

“-and when we got back, the brakes were basic’ly shot! What the hell happened?” Angie took her bag out of the trunk.

“Stanley, relax. We’ll get it checked, after we say hello. I just want to make sure Fidds and Ford know we’re here.” She walked over to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Stan grinned at her.

“…Okay.” Angie grinned back.

“I’ve got ya wrapped ‘round my finger, don’t I?”

“Maybe.” They walked up to the front door. Stan knocked.

“I’ll get it!” a voice said. Angie looked at Stan.

“Who was that?” she asked. Stan frowned.

“It sounded familiar,” he said slowly. The door opened. Stan and Angie looked in front of them, then down.

“I thought that was a child’s voice,” Angie said, bemused. The child, roughly six years old, looked away nervously. Angie crouched down and smiled at him. “Howdy there, lil feller. Does a Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket live here?” The child frowned at her, clearly upset.

“Holy shit,” Stan said suddenly. Angie gave Stan a look.

“Don’t swear in front of lil ones!” she hissed.

“He ain’t lil,” Stan said.

“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?”

“That’s Ford.” Angie looked back at the child, focusing on his hands. He had twelve fingers. Her eyes widened.

“Cheese and crackers,” she said softly. “Stanford?”

“Y-yes,” Ford mumbled, looking down at his feet. Stan began to laugh.

“This is the best thing I’ve seen in days!” he cackled. Angie continued to look Ford over with a concerned expression.

“Stanford, how- what-” She stopped herself. “First off. Where’s Fidds?”

“Right here,” Fiddleford said, appearing in the doorway.

“Hey, Fidds,” Stan said, breaking off his laughter.

“Howdy, Stan,” Fiddleford said. Angie stood and embraced her big brother.

“Howdy, Fidds!”

“Hey there, Angie. Could ya maybe not squeeze me so tight?” Fiddleford said, gently removing her. “I ain’t been feelin’ too good in the tum region lately.”

“Oh, no!” Angie said. She clucked her tongue. “Ya do look awful pale. Do ya want me to make ya some tea or somethin’?”

“N-no. I’m fine, thank ya. But, uh, please, come in! We’ll explain what happened.” Angie and Stan followed Fiddleford into the house. Stan ruffled Ford’s hair as he passed. Ford pouted at him, making Stan laugh again. In the living room, Fiddleford took the only chair, a comfy if slightly worn armchair. Angie balanced herself on a dinosaur skull that was serving as an end table, Stan stood next to her, and Ford took a prompt seat on the ground.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I’m approximately six years old,” Ford said, pulling at the sleeves of his shirt nervously.

“Yeah,” Angie and Stan said together.

“It was a lab accident.” Angie quirked an eyebrow.

“Dang, must’ve been some lab accident,” she said idly. Ford waved a diminutive hand.

“Not really. I’ve had much worse, and suffered much more serious side effects,” he said matter-of-factly. Stan grinned.

“You’ve had worse than gettin’ turned into a kid? Now that, I’ve gotta hear.”

“Ford can tell ya those stories while ya help watch him,” Fiddleford said.

“Whoa, whoa, I did not agree to be a babysitter!” Stan said immediately. Ford pouted.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” He sighed. “I do need some form of supervision, however, just to assist me with accessing things.”

“…Ya need someone to get things from tall places,” Stan translated. Ford sighed.

“In a manner of speaking, yes.”

“We were callin’ y’all fer assistance,” Fiddleford began to explain. “We need to re-age Ford, but neither of us can spend any time in the lab right now. Angie, I was wonderin’ if you could help us out.” Angie blinked.

“Me? I mean, I can try. I don’t have any clue what sort of nonsense yer gettin’ up to here, though.” She tapped her chin with a thoughtful air. “Actually, never mind. It’s pretty obvious yer messin’ with witchcraft or demons or somethin’.”

“Witchcraft, yes. Demons, no,” Ford said shortly. “I may sometimes make foolhardy decisions, but I know better than to seek out explicitly dark forces.”

“Fidds won’t let ya?” Stan asked.

“No, he won’t,” Ford confirmed. Angie frowned as a thought occurred to her.

“Wait. I understand why Ford shouldn’t be doin’ lab work, but Fidds, why can’t you?” Fiddleford rubbed his neck nervously.

“It ain’t quite safe.”

“Why?”

“I’m expectin’.”

“Expectin’ what?” Stan asked. Angie gasped.

“Really? How far along are ya?” she asked eagerly. Stan looked back and forth between Angie and Fiddleford.

“Wait. Fidds, did my twin knock ya up?” Fiddleford sighed.

“I wish ya wouldn’t say it so crass, but yes.”

“Oh, wow. Congrats, man,” Stan said.

“Thanks. And to answer yer question, Angie, I’m only a coupla months along.” Angie nodded.

“So ya really shouldn’t be in the lab.”

“Yessir.”

“I’ll help ya out. I’d be glad to,” she gushed. She stifled a squeal. “I’m goin’ to have a new lil niece or nephew! An’ there’s a fifty percent chance the lil baby’ll be a polydactyl!” Ford immediately developed an anxious expression.

“I- I’d hate to pass on my deformity to my child,” he said slowly. Fiddleford shook his head.

“Ford, ya know my fam’ly. If this young’un is a polydactyl, he or she won’t ever feel like it’s a bad thing. We won’t let that happen.” Ford nodded, assuaged.

“Not gonna lie, hearing a kid say ‘my child’ is really weird,” Stan said. Angie hopped off of her seat and walked over to Ford, grabbing one of his small hands and pulling him up.

“Wha- hey!” Ford protested.

“Show me the lab,” Angie said. She grinned at him. “Ya lil cutie-pie.” Grumbling, Ford led her away. Fiddleford looked at Stan.

“Y’know, helpin’ to watch Ford, and later yer lil niece or nephew, why, that’ll be some good practice fer bein’ a parent.” Stan squinted at him.

“Uh, what?”

“When ya have kids of yer own, it’ll be nice to have the experience under yer belt. That’s all I’m sayin’,” Fiddleford said. Stan shook his head.

“No, man, Angie told me what ya said about ‘future brother-in-law’ yesterday. We’re takin’ this step by step. No talkin’ ‘bout kids or marriage. Not yet.” Fiddleford raised an eyebrow.

“‘Not yet’?” he inquired. Stan shrugged.

“I mean, who can tell what’ll happen in the future? All I know right now is that, I dunno, I’m not against those things,” Stan said. Fiddleford nodded.

“You’ll get there. Yer meant to be a McGucket. I can tell.”

#Stanley McGucket AU #Gravity Falls OC #Stanley Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Stanford Pines #Gravity Falls #Stan Pines Farmhand #fanfiction #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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1. Would you have sex with the last person you text messaged?The last person I texted was one of my freshmen, and as much as i love you freshmen, no 2. You talked to an ex today, correct?Yup 3. Have you taken someones virginity?Nope 4. Is trust a big issue for you?Yeah 5. Did you hang out with the person you like recently?Yeah, and we have 7th together and we always hang out then 6. What are you excited for?Prom comes to mind 7. What happened tonight?I caught up on Into the Badlands 8. Do you think it’s disgusting when girls get really wasted?I just get really concerned and hope they stay safe 9. Is confidence cute?yea 10. What is the last beverage you had?Water 11. How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust?…I don’t fully trust a lot a people and none of them really are from the opposite sex 12. Do you own a pair of skinny jeans?yeah, i almost always wear skinny jeans 13. What are you gonna do Saturday night?I’m gonna go to Prom and possibly cry bc my AP bio exam is on Monday 14. What are you going to spend money on next?Prom expenses 15. Are you going out with the last person you kissed?Yup 😊 16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?I don’t think so, I’m pretty solid where I am rn, and sure college is coming up but idk how much that will really change me 17. Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?My girlfriend 18. The last time you felt broken?I’d like to say right before Disney 19. Have you had sex today?Nah, but Its only first period 😏 20. Are you starting to realize anything?How much I’m going to miss it all and how it’s not going to be the same after I graduate 21. Are you in a good mood?Content 22. Would you ever want to swim with sharks?As long as they’re not trying to eat me and I know how to work scuba gear, leggo 23. Are your eyes the same color as your dad’s?Yeah 24. What do you want right this second?I want a cuddle from my gf 25. What would you say if the person you love/like kissed another girl/boy?As long as she’s happy 26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?Yup 27. Would you be able to date someone who doesn’t make you laugh?Oh god no, I need some humor in my life ya know 28. What was the last thing that made you laugh?My gf blushing last night 29. Do you really, truly miss someone right now?Well my gf is at class rn, but I know that I’ll see her later… so really, idk 30. Does everyone deserve a second chance?If they truly mean it, they can have more than a second chance 31. Honestly, do you hate the last boy you were talking to?No 32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?Yes, cuz I tell her I love her every day 33. Are you one of those people who never drinks soda?Coca-Cola is one the fundamental bases of what I am, I was drinking it before I could eat actual food this is an insult 34. Listening to?The choir kids 35. Do you ever write in pencil anymore?Still gotta for AP calc 36. Do you know where the last person you kissed is?In her 1st period class 37. Do you believe in love at first sight?Crush at first sight but not really love 38. Who did you last call?My dad 39. Who was the last person you danced with?Its most likely my gf 40. Why did you kiss the last person you kissed?Bc I just really like kissing her and I love her 41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?Disneyland 42. Did you hug/kiss one of your parents today?Yeah 43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?I say stupid stuff all the time, yes 44. Do you tan in the nude?yo I don’t need to tan in any nude, I get tan just by being outside when it’s fucking sunny 45. If you could, would you take back your last kiss?No, i mean all the kisses to my gf 46. Did you talk to someone until you fell asleep last night?I just sent out my usual gn streaks and good night to my gf, so not really? 47. Who was the last person to call you?My dad 48. Do you sing in the shower?Occasionally 49. Do you dance in the car?No, but I bounce  50. Ever used a bow and arrow?Nope but I wanna 51. Last time you got a portrait taken by a photographer?Senior Portraits 52. Do you think musicals are cheesy?Yeah, but I love watching them anyway 53. Is Christmas stressful?Figuring out gifts and christmas plans, definitely 54. Ever eat a pierogi?wtf is that? 55. Favorite type of fruit pie?I like Heidi’s Banana Cream Pie  56. Occupations you wanted to be when you were a kid?Astronaut at one point, but also doctor 57. Do you believe in ghosts?ghosts of my past mistakes ye 58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?All the time 59. Take a vitamin daily?Used to, but it didn’t do shit for my immune system cuz i still got fucking sick at hawaii 60. Wear slippers?sometimes 61. Wear a bath robe?used to 62. What do you wear to bed?pajamas? 63. First concert?uh idk 64. Wal-Mart, Target or Kmart?A lot of memories come from Target 65. Nike or Adidas?I don’t really care? 66. Cheetos Or Fritos?Fritos BBQ twisty things or Hot Chile Limon Cheetohs 🤔 67. Peanuts or Sunflower seeds?both? 68. Favorite Taylor Swift song?I don’t really have one? 69. Ever take dance lessons?Not formally, but for guard 70. Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?She has yet to decide  71. Can you curl your tongue?Yea 72. Ever won a spelling bee?Only during second grade, i was the top speller 73. Have you ever cried because you were so happy?Yeah heh 74. What is your favorite book? I can’t really think of one rn 75. Do you study better with or without music?Depends on the time 76. Regularly burn incense?no 77. Ever been in love?Right now with my gf 78. Who would you like to see in concert?Uh idk really 79. What was the last concert you saw?idk 80. Hot tea or cold tea?cold tea 81. Tea or coffee?coffee 82. Favorite type of cookie?Chocolate Chip Oatmeal 83. Can you swim well?Good enough so I don’t drown 84. Can you hold your breath without holding your nose?Yeah 85. Are you patient?Most of the time 86. DJ or band, at a wedding?um… idk 87. Ever won a contest?Probably but I have shit memory 88. Ever have plastic surgery?Nope 89. Which are better black or green olives?Probably black cuz thats on supreme pizza 90. Opinions on sex before marriage?I mean, I’m not a virgin and I’m not married but for everybody else that chooses abstinence for their own reasons… yeah that’s their own choice 91. Best room for a fireplace?Living room 92. Do you want to get married?I wanna get married to my gf

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this turned into a lot of talking i’m drunk sorry

since i love talking about myself and i’m working on finishing all the random cider/alcoholic drinks in my fridge i appeciate @chitown-sounder for tagging me in this

1) How tall are you? I’m 5′7″ and I don’t have anything else to say about that.

2) What Color And Style Is Your Hair? My hair is medium brown which is v boring I want to dye it like daaaaaaark brown in an attempt to match my fingernails and my wardrobe which are both slowly entering the shadow realm until I can finally take my rightful place as an all powerful witch of darkness where I belong. Lately I’ve been working on growing my hair back out, right now it’s just below the middle of my back bc a year and a half ago I decided I wanted to go back to the bob I had in senior year of high school. Generally speaking my hair is an awful mess.

3) What Color Are Your Eyes? Depending on the day/weather/my mood/the color of my shirt it varies between blues and greens and greys. I wish I was constantly crying so they could be green always.

4) Do You Wear Glasses? Yeah and tbh people always ask me why I don’t wear contacts and like why the fuck would I? When I got glasses in the 10th grade (After 3 years of staring at a computer screen bc I got obsessed with writing and never wanted to leave the house I developed near-sightedness like a fuckin dope) I was hype af they somehow made my face look less round imo like honestly my glasses make me look older and less pudgy and I fuck with that shit. I, like my dawg Cody, also am getting new glasses in like a week or so (They’ll be in on the 11th and I’m reeeeady) and I got 2 pairs, one of which is the same rectangle shape I’ve always had and the other one is more fahionable and maybe I’ll like them??? I better bc they were expensive but they were literally buy one get one free so....... Idk they’re more round shaped I can’t wait to put new accessories on my face

5) Do You Have Braces? I never did and it’s funny I always had a fucked up dental situation ok my front 4 teeth on the top were shaped like |_|_/\_||_| it wasn’t a gap or anything my teeth were just angled like that??? Apparently there was a bone in my gum where it shouldn’t have been and it was keeping my teeth from growing right and so when I was like 8 they did a removal of all 4 teeth like - ya girl was in the third grade missing my 4 front teeth??????????? Embarrassing anyway they took out the teeth and when I went back a few months later to get the bone out there was literally no bone there? There was no explanation for it it just wasn’t there and my teeth grew back in perfect. My teeth aren’t perfect by any means like I have a severe overbite and my lower row has a small gap in the front and also I had a fuckin tooth that grew in the middle of the roof of my fucking mouth????????????????????????? Teeth are so weird anyway that tooth got taken out and I’m just here living with a semi-ok mouf now

6) What Is Your Fashion Sense? Whatever I feel like wearing when I get out of bed 15 mins before I’m supposed to be at work lmao whatever takes the least effort and still looks put together enough. There’s a lot of black and particularly black leggings bc they almost pass for dress pants which works for my job. Also a lot of camisoles paired with shawl/overshirt things idk what they’re called. And jean shorts whenever I’m not at work.

7) Do You Have Any Siblings? I have 4 step sibs and 3 sisters - my sister Candace is 28 and got married last year, we always argue about politics (we are on the same side but she is a realist and I’m a romantic) but we love each other even though she makes me cry from emotions and frustration. My step brother John is 27 and he’s always been a fuckin dickhead even when we were kids and they were just my neighbors and not my step sibs - yes my father is dating a woman who used to live across the street from us in the neighborhood I grew up in - He is v strong and has strong opinions, has a lot of tattoos and is a misogynist. My sister Jackie is 26 and is a human fucking landfill who I haven’t spoken directly to in 4 months bc she got mad at me when I showed concern about her boyfriend being abusive, then he did beat her ass and when I tried to talk to her about it she fuckin blocked me on Facebook. Oh yeah and she’s pregnant with his kid and won’t stop smoking cigars. Fucking landfill. My step sis Amanda is 23, always a good time even if she’s a super thot, she has 2 babies who I love more than anything and she lets men make a fool out of her more often than not. I love her. My step brother Chris is my fave step sib mainly bc he went from being an actual juvenile delinquent, arrested and then on parole at age 15 even, to being the first of his family to graduate high school on the same day as me, with a steady job and a wife and a baby and paying his own bills I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. My step sister Tory is 19 and she doesn’t have a real name she’s just Tory, is a bigger fuckin thot than Amanda literally this bitch is in the DM’s of every dude I know and I’m not shaming her like boo do whatever u wanna do but be better at it? Be a boss ass bitch and don’t let ppl make fun of u for being a human disaster? My younger half-sister Dalaney (Literally, named after Dale Earnhardt thanks to my trash father lmao) is 11 and she lives with her mother in Minnesota. She comes to see us every summer and she is so fucking funny, she is a tomboy and she is a sassmaster just like the rest of us I love her sfm.

8) What Kind Of Student Are You? I was an honors sudent, took AP classes and barely skirted by (But passed the final exams while my geek fuckin classmates sobbed bc they failed lmao) I graduated with a 4.89 so like, I was litty. I never studied bc why would i read the same thing twice? I also missed a day a week from 6th grade to graduation, bc I was “sick” but really I didn’t feel like going. My mom thought I was lactose intolerant bc I faked sick so much. One time Amanda and I let my mom drive us to school only to walk home (3 miles) and get stopped by a police officer 20 feet from my front door, he wanted to know why we weren’t at school and we lied and said we missed the bus but our moms were fine with us not going to school that day. That fuckin cop offered us a ride to school so we had no choice but to go to school after all that!!!! Then in senior year when my mom left me to live with Jackie I was literally missing 2-3 weeks at a time until the AP was like “If u miss 40 days of school this semester you will be considered a drop out” and I was like “Fuck” so I finished and graduated and never went to college because fuck the education system tbq fuckin h.

9) What Are Your Favorite Subjects? Math, History, English, Human Geography. I loved learning, that was why I never wanted to be at school, everything was fucking boring but when I had the right teachers, in these subjects in particular, I actually wanted to be there.

10) What Are Your Favorite TV Shows? I never watched TV until like the last year, I finally got a Netflix subscription and caught up on shit people have been raving about for years but I was completely late on - Shameless, Orange Is The New Black, American Horror Story, Bates Motel, How To Get Away With Murder, in particular. Otherwise I just watch sports. Literally the only reason I pay for cable is so I can watch sports.

11) Favorite Books? BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH Scott WESTERFELD ANRD NEAL SHUSTERMAN. LIKE OK I’LL BE A HARRY POTTER STAN ALL MY LIFE. BUT. SCOTT WESTERFELD WROTE AN INGENIOUS SERIES ABOUT SOCIETAL STANDARDS OF BEAUTY (uglies/pretties/specials/extras) AND ALSO HIS VAMPIRE SERIES WHERE VAMPIRISM WAS TRANSMitted through sex and cats (peeps, the last days) WERE THE ONLY VAMPIRE BOOKS I EVER READ LMAOOOO. then, fucking neal. fucking neal shusterman changed my entire life for the better with a series about a future where the pro-life/prochoice battle turned into parents literally having the option of just, not dealing with their unruly teens anymore by having their body parts fucking dispersed to ppl who needed like new hearts, arms, etc (unwind/unwholly/unsouled/undivided) FUCKING ICONIC and also THE SERIES NEAL WROTE ABOUT KIDS WHO DIED AND WERE STUCK IN LIMBO BC THIS EVIL BITCH WOULDN’T LET THEM GO TO HEAVEN (everlost/everwild/everfound) GOD I LOVE BOOKS SO FUCKING MUCH OK. ALSO FOR MY NON-RELIGIOUS ASS EAST OF EDEN BY JOHN STEINBECK IS FUCKIN EVERYTHING. LIFE OF PI ALSO FUCK AND TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD BOOKS ARE GREAT.

12) Favorite Pastimes? If I’m not Netflix binging or watching sports or going to the movies with my friends or drinking with the one friend I have who I can drink with, I’m writing. I have literally 25 characters now I’m fucking trash but I love them all so much ok leave me alone.

13) Any Regrets? Nah I think I’m the smartest most reasonable person on the planet so I think everything I do is right and not questionable at all lmao.

14) What Is Your Dream Job? Huh. Hard to say. I’m doing something I love now, and my boss has been in the business for 20 years and his business pulls in 5 mil a year so like.......... I could stand to keep doing this for a long time. Honestly I’ve never had a direction in life so now that I found an occupation that I love I think this might be my dream job.

15) Do You Want To Get Married? No lmao marriage is a patriarchal social construct and what’s the point? To legally be able to call someone mine? I don’t like people enough to want to spend my entire life with one.

16) Do You Want To Have Kids? I never in my life want to give birth to a child. That shit is not for me. I have 5 nieces and nephews, a pregnant sister, and another sister who plans on having at least 2 someday. I don’t need no babies. I’ll be the cool vodka aunt who encourages my trash siblings’ kids to follow their hearts and encourages them to be gay if they’re feeling gay. I have always liked the idea of waiting until I’m like 40-45 and rich, and adopting a 10-12 y/o kid bc those kids never get adopted and I’ll just be the best parent to them.

17) How Many Countries Have You Visited? I’ve never left the United States lmao. Fuck me right???????????????/

I have finished 3 bottles of beer/beer-like substance while writing this and the Rangers just fuckin lost go figure. I want @gingeronastick and @chrisarchers to do this and also whoever else feels like it ok ily babes

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