#but i miss erik and the muse is coming back | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years ago

Text

THE PHANTOM | ERIK (multi iteration)

—

“An Amati to be Worshipped” (Erik Destler |The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader)

| Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him in check when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, violinist!reader, (TW: stalker!erik, non con voyeurism, masturbation) questionable history/depictions of 1800’s French culture (I tried)

| picture source: shots from Ben Crawford & Emilie Kouatchou’s run as The Phantom & Christine on broadway

| 1k+ words

In one word Erik was miserable.

His truest obsession, his sweet violinist, was out sick and as such he didn’t get to peer down upon her from box five as she drew those elegant fingers across her bow and string.

He missed her sun worshipped skin like a starving man missed food. She stood out like the brightest star from the pit. Playing her violin like it came as easy as breathing, much in the way Erik himself played his many well versed instruments.

Watching the performance earlier that night had been truly disappointing. Not even Christine’s voice could make up for the lack of the melodic rises and falls that came from his violinist’s strings. It was a clear missing puzzle piece in the whole show. One that irked him down to his soul and made him vow to gut the hapless fool in your place while you recovered.

And he wanted to curse that too.

The newest stage hand had forgone cleaning up the stage after pre-rehearsal a few days ago and you, his greatest muse, had slipped and fallen.

Your decent from the stage to the pit had almost made him reveal himself from his elevated position in the rafts. You’d dropped so abruptly, so thoroughly, that you’d screamed. A wretched sound forced from your mouth that had made even Erik gasp and want to reach for your fallen form.

Erik himself, with that fear and fury still thriving through his very spirit, had only just come from doing what he promised when he saw the tears tracking down your face. He’d gutted DuBoi within an inch of his life, the worm wasn’t worth being taken to his torture chamber, and left him to rest for his remaining hours as he chocked on his own tongue.

He stomped through his passage ways now, in search of you of course. After avenging your ails he was near giddy to get back to what he’d taken up doing since your most unfortunate injury.

He rounded the narrow corner to your bed chambers in the sick bay and hummed lightly as his eyes finally lay upon your form.

You were exquisite.

He could watch you for hours, and did. With the opera house quieting down after the night’s lackluster show and Christine not being due for a lesson, his presence was not needed anywhere else as twilight descended.

You mostly read, books from Senegal that were in a French dialect he was too unfamiliar with to read easily, and worked on your music. That was always his favorite part of the night.

Whenever everyone retired to their shared quarters you would sneak off, usually to the roof, lean against the Angel statue and pull out your beaten pieces of sheet music to write on. You’d hand draw the measure lines with steady hands and the finest ink you owned and then you’d be off.

Many a night Erik had watched as you embarked on the painstaking, and very familiar, process of writing your own music. You wrote, playing on your violin to check your song, until your eyes started to droop and the sun began to peak in the horizon.

You’d cringe, sigh, laugh and celebrate on the roof at your melodies, good and bad, and Erik would watch and wish to celebrate alongside you. To help guide you into finding your musical voice. To embrace you in your combined cheer.

He longed like no other to feel the touch of another. Of companionship.

There’d been many nights that he’d fantasized of stealing you away. As far as he was concerned the light of mundane people didn’t deserve to be blessed by your darkness. A darkness that he’d cherish. That he’d compliment, even.

Your songs weren’t amazing by any measure, you were clearly a beginner, but they were yours and he lived to hear you.

He’d read you music, even hummed your baby masterpiece in his free time. Tweaked little bits and sung it to you until the subtle change in tune got stuck in your head and you’d put the tweaks to paper. Even twisting them again yourself to fit your song more preferably. He always liked your changes immensely, and was honored that you mixed parts of him into that bit of your soul.

You were doing that tonight, in fact. Last night he played a new idea on his own violin. Behind the walls as you’d slept he’d had the pleasure of serenading you and now that his melody had sneaked into your subconscious mind you were writing away.

Erik closed his eyes as you began to play. Even bedridden without an audience, and your own choppy tune being strung together, you were amazing.

He listens to you for hours. Ear practically up against the wall Erik stays up and then subsequently falls asleep with you.

When he wakes he can tell the sun hasn’t risen yet by the dead silence that meets him but he knows you’re asleep. When he rises from his seated position in the cramped pathway and looks through the peephole to the sick room he confirms his guess. The area is still lit but you yourself are passed out, having seemingly been in the midst of playing until the moon’s siren song pulled you under.

He watches you silently. Eyes tracing your figure. Your dark skin just about twinkles under the harsh lights. The yellow lighting of the gas lamp doesn’t do you justice and yet somehow you manage to enrapture him still.

Your shut eyes flutter as he looks upon you. A smile graces his lips; you're enchanting. He wants to be able to speak with you. To mark the creases of your smile up close. To trust you with the secrets of why he hides in the shadows. To feel what it'd be like to have and to hold you.

To feel you succumb to him.

Completely.

He can’t help it. Almost against his wishes his mind turns to thoughts of you beneath him. To the way your skin would yield to his hands and his to yours.

To the arch of your bodies pressed together and the sounds he would siphon from your plush lips.

It makes him squirm in place as he watches you with different eyes. Sinful ones.

His eyes travel down your body and instantly Erik knows how he’s going to spend the rest of the opera’s still hours. Your allure too strong and Erik too weak for you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your breasts, Erik can only desire the pleasure of the flesh having his sweet violinist would bring. Your satisfaction has long been made a priority of his after all. It would only make sense for him to satisfy your more…sexual needs.

Even though he could only dream of it currently.

He imagines himself in there now. How he’d start by putting his hand to your cheek, the first touch of another’s skin he’d have in decades. He closes his eyes as his breath stutters out of him.

He would challenge the very God Christine prays to every night, a fool's errand perhaps -but one he would happily embark on, for the chance to see the stark contrast of his skin against yours.

Once more he opens his eyes to gaze upon you. He imagines after he touches your cheek he’d let his fingers trace down your throat and sternum before pausing just above your breasts. Trembling slightly, Erik thinks of caressing and cupping them, of running his thumbs over your dusk nipples. Marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands. Of the gentle sounds you’d give him in return.

Not letting himself think, he lets his hands travel over his own body, cape falling to the floor as he unclips it. He pictures leaning down, putting his lips around your right nipple, and beginning to circle it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.

He imagines the way your eyes would flutter as he stimulates you with his mouth. Tongue gently sweeping over the stiff peaks of your nipples as you sighed your satisfaction.

Thereafter is when he allows himself to fully succumb to his rampant imagination. All his dreams of whimsy coming through in his mind's eye.

He thinks of you waking up, of skilled dark fingers moving to gently lift his head up, of the smile you’d give him.

“Was last night not enough? Have you come back for more?”

“Whatever you will give me.” Erik sends his own smile back. An action his face is largely unused to but that he is happy to make happen for you.

Your fingers run over the top of his head, through the few skant hairs there.

“Then give me your full devotion,” you say and Erik’s heart sours before he’s going back to your chest.

He says, "With pleasure," and lightly bites your nipple, pleased to feel you shudder.

He’s had the pleasure of learning recently that you were extremely responsive to touch and by god does he wish to apply that knowledge.

Erik then allows himself to fully be given to conjured images of you giving way beneath him. To him delving between your folds and the heavenly noises you make for him.

The thought of you crying out his name is what finally has him spurting into his hands, stuttering gasps falling from his mouth.

When Erik next opens his eyes, the scene of you so beautifully coming undone seared behind his lids, there are tears stuck to his lashes and pooling in his eyes.

His breath hiccups from his chest as he relaxes his hold on his cock. The spent organ flopping onto his thigh.

Erik allows himself to gaze upon you once more, something near shame threatening to claw through him as a few droplets cascade down his cheek, before the morning settles and he is once again back to the reality of being known no longer.

A monster forever bound to his faith hidden in the looming loneliness of shadows as his only company.

Its only shining light being you.

NOTES: Ohhhhhhhh. I hope y’all liked this. I just live for Erik being a needy pathetic simp.

P.S: I won’t respond cause this is a side blog but I do like comments, you can leave one.

#erik poto #erik destler #black!reader #black y/n #the phantom of the opera #erik destler x black!reader #phantom x black!reader #the phantom of the opera x black!reader #erik destler x reader #phantom x reader #poto imagines #the phantom of the opera x reader #phantom of the opera smut #adult shit

1K notes · View notes

laurenairay · 1 year ago

Note

Could we get EJ with a reunion kiss?

Reunion Kiss – Erik Johnson

Words: 1.1k

As soon as you requested EJ, I had this idea in my head. I hope you like it!

As the minutes ticked down, you found yourself tapping your foot, picking at your nails, barely able to concentrate on anything that wasn’t the arrivals board. Any moment now, your boyfriend Erik would be landing in Denver. Any moment now, he would be home.

He may be heading out to catch up with his former teammates tonight, but for the whole of today, he was just yours.

As soon as Erik had seen the schedule all those months ago, he’d started making plans with you. He’d gotten permission from his coach to fly out a day early, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, and you’d be there to watch him play tomorrow as well. You weren’t sure how it was going to feel pulling on a Sabres jersey rather than an Avs one, even more so to wear it within the arena that you’d grown to know so well, but seeing him in person was going to be worth all of that strangeness, you knew that down to your bones.

It had been the hardest decision of your life to stay in Denver when he moved away to Buffalo. You loved your job, not ready to give it up and not able to work remotely, and Erik wasn’t ready to retire. There had even been a terrible moment when you’d thought that this was the end of your relationship, that being apart would be too much for your physically affectionate boyfriend, but he had insisted that the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

The last five years had meant too much to him, just as much as they meant to you.

Instead, you’d made the decision to try long distance – Erik’s contract was only for a year after all, and if he still felt that fire to play, if he got extended in Buffalo or picked up a contract elsewhere then the two of you would talk. Being apart from him really wasn’t what you wanted for the long-term, obviously, and he didn’t want that either, but for now it was the only option.

You missed him like hell though.

And if his long voicemails, copious amounts of gifts via shipping, and frequent video calls were anything to go by, Erik missed you too.

It felt like time dragged from the moment you saw his plane marked as ‘Landed’ to the moment he walked through the arrivals hall, but as soon as he spotted you waiting, he jogged over to your side. Erik wasted no time in scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around in the tightest hug, letting you squeal in his ear as you clutched him just as tight in return.

“Fuck I missed you.”

As he lowered you back to the ground, that was the last thing you heard before he captured your lips in a searing kiss. All you could do was to clutch at his shirt with both hands, leaning into his body as your knees felt weak, happily responding to the slow intense kiss over and over again until Erik pulled away with a sigh.

“As much as I don’t want to stop kissing you, we should probably get out of here before we get arrested for public indecency,” he mused.

“Come on Casanova, let’s get you home,” you laughed.

You looked up at him to see him mouthing the word ‘home’, which only made your heart twinge with the longing sadness that had been digging its claws into you. “I missed you too, if it wasn’t clear.”

Erik just took your hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, making you smile all over again. It didn’t take long for the two of you to walk to where you’d parked the car, and it wasn’t until you were sitting behind the wheel that you spoke to him again.

“How does it feel being home, EJ?”

“Feels like I should’ve thrown you over my shoulder and dragged you to Buffalo with me,” he said, smiling sadly as he buckled his seatbelt.

Oh bless his heart.

“Hey, no, not the sad face. We knew this was going to be difficult,” you said frowning, taking his hand in yours across the parking brake.

“I didn’t think it was going to be this difficult,” he sighed.

A flash of cold dread filled your chest, and you found yourself inhaling sharply. Did he mean what you thought he meant?

“Is it too difficult?” you asked softly.

Erik took one look at your face and cursed under his breath, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt again to take both of your hands in his properly.

“No. Not like that. That’s not what I meant at all, sweetheart, I promise,” he said firmly.

Tension bled out of your shoulders, but you still needed more from him, which he saw clearly.

“The moment I saw your face, I realised exactly how much I missed you. Like, I already knew that I missed you, but actually seeing you in person? It magnified everything. Not being able to see your pretty smile whenever I want. Not hearing you laugh at my ridiculous jokes. Not waking up with you in my arms. Not seeing your awful dancing in the kitchen. Not hearing that incredible gasp you make when I slide into you. Not seeing you cheering my name at games like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. I don’t get to have all of the things I love in my life anymore, all through my selfish choices.”

His words felt like a knife twisting in your guts, but hearing him say he was selfish? No, that you couldn’t stand for.

“You are not selfish, Erik Johnson. The last thing you could ever be is selfish. I know what I signed up for when I started dating you. We always knew this would be a risk,” you said firmly.

“Doesn’t make it any easier to only have you across the phone,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

“No, it doesn’t. We always said we would reassess this summer and I’m still sticking to that, okay?”

Erik nodded at your statement, smiling briefly, a little less sad than before. “Yeah, okay. Just need to remember what I’ve got waiting for me, right?”

“I will always be waiting for you, EJ, that I can promise. But you can absolutely make up for lost time right now,” you said, smiling innocently.

It was Erik’s sharp grin that sent a shiver through your body. There was the man you loved.

“Then you’d better buckle up and drive us home, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough.

The promise in his words only excited you more.

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #erik johnson blurb #erik johnson imagine #erik johnson fic #follower milestone

36 notes · View notes

carnivorousyandeere · 2 years ago

Note

Erik being affectionate….you’ve officially gotten me hooked <3 I’m also currently pretty sick so the last Erik ask was SO GOOD- I don’t wanna rush you since I see you already have some rqs but could you maybe do more affectionate Erik 👀 ❤️

Hope you’re feeling a lil better Moodie💕💕 Seems like a lot of sicknesses and allergies are going around lately :(

Erik’s heart pounded as the orchestra’s sound crescendoed, then quieted to silence with his guidance as the conductor. This was the closest to a perfect performance he had ever reached— every student had played their part beautifully, and the atmosphere in the room was filled with breathless wonder, broken by rounds of applause. Most importantly of all, you were there.

Erik turned, catching your eye in the audience, and bowed. The students behind him also stood and bowed, and he lead them off the stage. The audience slowly dispersed, the students’ loved ones waiting in the lobby to congratulate them on the performance. You waited too, excited to talk to Erik.

It didn’t take long for him and some of his students to leave the back room and come into the lobby. The students were glowing with happiness, and Erik looked so proud, complimenting them on the performance. Once he saw you, though, Erik grinned— grinned!— and walked over to you immediately, taking your hands in theirs.

Your heart caught in your throat at his expression; it was rare to see him so happy, so full of life. Your own smile only grew as they leaned close and nuzzled his nose against yours, thanking you for coming to the performance.

“It was absolutely beautiful! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” You assured him.

He looked deep into your eyes, voice serious, “Still, it would have been nothing without you here.”

Before you could respond, a few students began giggling and making kissy noises at the two of you. Erik pulled back, embarrassed at the public display of emotion, and glared at them. The students dispersed quickly to avoid a scolding, still giggling amongst themselves.

You snorted and linked your arm with Erik’s. “Come on, handsome, let’s go home. Unless you’d like to go out to eat first?”

“Home,” he decides, cheeks still pink and lips pressed in a thin line.

“Okay,” you lean in and kiss his cheek, smiling fondly at the way their flush spreads to the tips of his ears.

The two of you make your way home, and finally get to change from stuffy formal clothes to more comfortable loungewear and pajamas. Erik smiles, seeing you curled up on the couch and curls up next to you, resting his cheek on your shoulder.

You hum happily, leaning into his touch. He’s usually not so cuddly.

“Thank you again, for… for coming with me, to see the performance,” he pauses, and thinks perhaps he was being a bit too vulnerable. How could he possibly explain the way your presence changed the music? Changed his conducting? The way music had never made his heart soar like that before, the way you made his heart soar. His angel, his muse. “…It means a lot to the students, you know.”

“Your students don’t even know me that well!” You protest, giggling.

He just wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. It just makes you squirm and giggle more. Even if he can’t figure out how to say what he means, he hopes you’ll still understand.

#Moodie ✨#havenmoodz #moot moot 💕#mail 📬#oc erik #my thoughts #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere oc #yandere x you #yandere cw

64 notes · View notes

equallyshaw · 2 years ago

Text

something borrowed - nathan mackinnon (feat. erik johnson and ryan graves)

- based off the movie of the same name + my own plot changes

- Warnings: swearing. angst. ej is annoying in this, i apologize. just a character. also lili is a bimbo blonde in this, kinda like in the movie. no hate against any blondes, just mirroring the movie. there is a not so friendly joke, so please be advised. itll be in bold so you can skip over. ALSO, this movie is so chaotic and all over the place...this is all over the place and chaotic lol

- shoutout to @pucksalotguys for supporting this and giving me feedback :)

Word Count: 5.7k+ this is a long one, so much to upack.

────────────

tessa burns grew up around some of the greats in nova scotia, canada. aka, sid the kid, brad marchand, andrew cogliano and ryan graves to name a few. her older brothers played hockey ofcourse and so she was always around the rink at all hours. always had a chirp or two to throw out as she left the arena with them. despite growing up in nova scotia, she never met nathan mackinnon until they both went to shattuck st marys for highschool and hockey. they instantly connected, over hockey, nova scotia, bad breakups and the undying need to be the best. though, he was more hard core than she ever was; in her defense.

tessa was never alone growing up, despite have four brothers before her. she had her best friend ryan graves, grew up right down the block. always had a bad joke, always had a smart and witty comment to make. one that would rock you to your core. she also had her best friend liliana who was a blonde goddess. a 5'8 blonde, taller goddess. one that all the guys went after. one that swore she gave up toronto university just so they could both go to univeristy of british columbia. one that guilt tripped her left and right, but she was liliana. ofcourse, she couldn't 'drop' her. that was her girl, and there was no way she could do that to her closest confidant besides ryan. ryan saw how shitty liliana treated her, how liliana made sure she was the center of the attention. always. ryan always knew about tessa having the huge crush and ever lasting love for nathan, though he was lilianas. she had been for the past three years. so ryan watched as tessa looked on from the bench, what else could she do? so she wallowed in her own guilt, pity and anger of not saying anything before to nate. though it was too late, they were to bed wed in the middle of august before they would flee to california for a week then back to denver.

°• ♔ •°

tessa walked into the restaurant and her eyes went wide, taking in the 'surprise' 28th birthday part; liliana had thrown for her. it was june 24th right after the seaosn had ended, but on without a cup. not this year. tessa smiled fakely as lili cheered and wrapped her arms around her best friend, sister even. "honeybug happy birthday!" she screamed, using an old childhood nickname that should have never see the light of day; even when she was 6. "thanks lili." she responded cooly, hugging her friend back. some of her closest friends were here, well lili's too. wherever tessa went, lili did too and vice versa. she smiled at her brothers who came up, wrapping her in a family hug. "hi guys.." she smiled, one that didn't reach her eyes. "hey tess, mom and dad say sorry for not being here." the oldest, billy explained and she nodded. british columbia was more importnant it seemed.

"AYYYYY KIDDO!!" she heard the ever popular and familiar voice of brad marchand. she turned and grinned at the brother like man and hugged him. then she hugged his wife charlotte, "thankyou guys for coming!" she beamed, holding onto her left arm. "ofcourse! we wouldn't miss it for the world hun." his wife smiled and tessa nodded. "hey bobby orr!" she heard the captains voice from behind her, and tessa turned. she smiled widely for sidney, and hugged him. "hi sid." she mused, pulling away. "got you your fav." he mused, and handed her a cherry vodka. she smiled, thanking him. "where the hell is nate?" she heard him mutter under his breathe. she felt her heart rate pick up, covering it up with a small smile. "do you know where ryan is?" she questioned and speak of the devil, he walked up behind sid. he clasped a hand on sid's shoulder and they did a bro hug before sid sauntered off to find his best friend.

"nice surprise face." he smirked leaning in and she rolled her eyes. "dont tell her please!" she begged her best friend, brother even. he nodded smiling, "ofcourse not. that would ruin her, i think." he trailed off as they caught her making a scene. she saw nate behind her, smiling up at her as she said a joke and laughed loudly. oh, the ever enigma stealing the spotlight once again. "i don't think she's capable of NOT having the attention on her..even if it's your birthday. by the way, happy birthday sis." he smirked and she gave him a wink. "oh thankyou, thought you wouldn't say it for a sec." she grinned and he stuck out his tongue. "uh huh." he sighed, sipping his whiskey and looking back at lili. she rubbed her temple, before looking around. "love how its mainly her frineds." she muttered, feeling angry at herself. again, another birthday and she had no new friends. and everyyear, lili had more and more.

"hey, stop. dont feel bad for yourself. she's a lot to deal with." he mused, almost as if it was an insult. but tessa, knew exactly what he meant. "honeybug!" she heard the very immature nickname and rolled her eyes which ryan caught; as she turned around with a fake smile. "what?" she asked, with a fake giggle as lili rushed up to her with a tall guy. "i want you to meet somebody!" she grinned, pulling her towards the guy. "ej this is tessa. tessa this is erik johnson or ej as we call him." she smiled, as if she was cupid herself. "birthday gal!" he said loudly, causing lili to laugh loudly once again as he pulled tessa in for a bear hug. "ah hi." she said, unsure of what to do. she stood there, frozen. felt like she had been violted in a way, but it wasn't that deep she reminded herself. "you guys are so cute together!" was all lili said before waltzing off to give nate a kiss.

tessa sighed, looking around, trying to not ficate on ej himself. the very tall, and muscular man in front her of. with 3 front teeth missing, like a little kid. "how'd you lose your teeth?" she asked randomly and he laughed a hearty laugh. he explained in a unnceccesary 10 minute story before they were interrupted by nathan. she gave him a thankful smile that he could decode, and nodded. "i think cale is in the back over there." nate said through gritted teeth. ej nodded, giving the birthday gal a kiss on her cheek to which she instantly wiped off. ej left, and left a chuckling nate in his path. "you have a great poker face burnsy." he mused, sipping his beer. she looked at him, acting as if she didn't. he met her eye, before she could spit out words. he gave her a charming smile and laughed. "i would never tell lili." he joked, and tessa sighed looking down at her almost empty drink. "tess-" nate said but she cut him off. "its all good. im gonna go find ryan." she said without looking at him as she walked past him, and away.

minutes later, lili yelled over on the microphone to get her cute butt up there. "honeybug, baby, get your cute butt up here!" she joked, causing everybody to laugh. nate searched for her, and she appeared after ryan pushed her to the front. "dont keep cruelle waiting." he muttered for only her to hear. she sighed as lili smiled at her, dotingly. "honeybug. happy birthday. so thankful for you every day." she smiled, an erupture of 'aws' filled the room. tessa blushed, "tessa gosh, where do i begin?" she said, almost acting. she looked up at the ceiling, pretending to wipe away any tears. "phew, my botox is really holding up.." she trailed off joking causing some uncomfortable and comfortable laughter to erupt. ryan from next to her, hit her shoulder and she laughed.

"tessa, tess, burnsy honeybug, my platonic soulmate..gosh we've been through it all! from kindergarton when i pushed ryan down the slide for cutting us off on the playground.." she began as the photos began on the slideshow, showing the two and then the trio of chaos. "god, we were the trio of chaos. tessa, ryan and i. i don't know how ryan put up with us, to be honest. or how he still does." she joked. "she was with me through my first breakup in 6th grade..i was a mess! let me tell you. we watched the holiday and the he's just not that into you SO many times with lots of popcorn, oreos and icecream." she explained, showing some photos of their teenage years. "heres us at prom. ryan said 'fuck it' im taking you to prom honeybug. awe SO cute!" she said doing a little hop. "then miss burnsy went off to shattuck, fucking shattuck oh my god. if i have to hear about one more hockey player that to shattucks im gonna pull my hair out. o.m.g." she said laughing along with everybody else. "then fucking gravy went off to shattucks and so i was left alone." she began, something she never got over. something she held over them, and still guilt tripped them about. "i was not a hockey player, thankgod! i was all about makeup and clothes and cheerleading. and they weren't there to witness me win state but i witnessed them play for team canada. what assholes." lili had the audience in the palm of her hands. they were eating this up. though ryan, sid, her brothers and nate all cringed throughout.

"but anywho, after i notably declined ivy league university of toronto to go to university of BC with my honeybug..ryan went to some place called denver." she added the last part with everybody hollering now. though it wasn't a joke really, she was purely an idiot. “then we graduated, and then it was really real that we were gonna be seperated for real this time. miss barnsy got into john marshall law school in chicago, and i was incredibly sad when i started working in toronto. but only 512 miles away from one another." she paused, waving a small wave. "and after a year into living into chicago, you introduced me to the absolute love of my life." she pasued, blowing a kiss to nate. he smiled shyly, and looked down embarrassed a tad bit. "thanks for hiding him for so long hun." she dazzled the crowd. "and now were getting married, thanks to you!" she smiled widely. "bubba as much as i love you, tessa girl has been my one constant my whole life."

she turned towards tessa now, ""you're the the sister i've never had, you're sometimes the mother i often need, the reason why i can stumble so fearlessly into adventure is because she's always there. she's always there. i love you tessa. my forever honeybug." she beamed, and the crowd clapped. "bubba!" she said, out of the microphone and made her way towards nate. she wrapped his arms around the girl and kissed her head. tessa watched from afar, and ryan nudged her to look away. "lets get you another drink..after that." sid mused, pulling her towards the bar.

later on in the evening, it was now ryan, nate, lili and tessa left. ryan was holding lili as they all waited outside the restaurant now on the almost desolate street. "oh fuck- i forgot my bag!" lili said slurrely. nate and tessas head perked up and both went to say something, "take her to the hotel. we will be there soon." nate said before tessa could say for him to go back with her. the duo nodded and the other two made there way back inside. "was it the vintage chanel?" nate questioned and tessa laughed, a true and real hearty laugh. "nathan...aren't you the one who got it for her?" she said cocking an eyebrow as she held it up. nate sighed a relief, snatchingit from her. they looked at one another, and nate saw something twinkle. "lets get one more drink." he mused, pulling her down the street to the bar next door.

one drink turned into four more, and somehow someway; though they knew how it happened. they ended up in her small apartment there in toronto. for the first time in their entire relationships, they had acted on that part of their feelings. though, they thought it was more the alcohol than anything.

°• ♔ •°

ryan, sid, ej, their other friend maria, liliana and tessa found themselves in st john on the coast of newfoundland. the five of them walked into the lake house, that they were staying at for the next week. nate and lili walked hand in hand, lili doting on him that made ryan want to vomit. "bubba...please?" she asked with puppy eyes, begging him to take her shopping on the mainland. he sighed, instantly giving into her. lili clapped her hands together, and ej high fived her for some odd reason. "you go girl!" he hummed, sitting down in the living room sofa and propping his feet on the table. tessa stopped unable to move anymore, because of ej's hockey bag and suitcase that was in the way. she gave him a scowl, nobody noticing but ryan ofcourse. "ej..bags please." ryan spoke up and ej hopped up, muttering an apology. "its ok." she smiled, and simply stated. tessa made her way up the stairs, as ryan went towards the first floor room. she got to the second floor, and nate instantly grabbed her bags. "oh thanks." she hummed, following him to the bedroom next to theirs. "thanks." she smiled, and he nodded. very unsure of what to do. things were kinda awkward after they slept together, but she made him forget about it. made him, and he promised her. "yeah. no prob." he responded, as she sat down on the bed. his eyes flicked to her's from the doorway before lili came up and smiled.

"shopping?" she grinned, and then motioned towards nate with her eyes. tessa shook her head no, "im gonna take a nap." she said cooly and the two nodded. lili pulled nate away before he could say bye. tessa sighed, laying down on her back. "hey barnsy, wanna come swimming?" she heard the voice of ej and she perched herself onto her elbows. he took in her stance, and angle she saw him check her out. she shivered and sat up all the way. "im okay. thanks though." she responded and he nodded, giving her a toothy smile before he ran off. she shut her door, silently cursing herself. this was going to be a long trip.

°• ♔ •°

the following day, the group decided they were going to play volleyball. just unsure when. before they made there way to the beach, ryan pulled tessa into her bedroom. "spill." he demanded crossing his arms as she sat on the bed. she shrugged, "tell you what?" she asked. he gave her a blank stare, "i know what youre hiding honeybug." he stated and she gritted her teeth. "nothing im hiding nothing." she spat, standing up and walked over towards the double window french doors to the balcony. she instantly found nate's broad shoulders, strong back and dirty blonde hair of his. she stared at him, as lili spoke to him from the pool with ej. ej and her were splashing one another now, and she could tell that nate wanted to be anywhere but there. "that. you are hiding that, tessa." ryan said from behind her, freaking her out. she must of timed out, watching him. she shook her head, looking out towards the beach now. "no its true. i could tell at breakfast. im not an idiot." he said, checking his hip with hers. "well i could say the same about you and maria..." she mused coyly, before giggling as she walked out of the room. "oh god no, if i ever have to be at the same table especially at their wedding, im killing them before they leave for cali." ryan mused making tessa laugh even more. "you two totally slept together!" he whispered yelled and she whipped around to face him. "oh thats gold." he said chuckling. she shook her head as he nodded hers.

"im not an idiot, i know you did. now it makes sense." he said as a wave of realization washed over him. as he placed his hands behind his head, laying down on her bed he asked, "you totally did..more than once?" he asked like a child, he couldn't contain his excitement. she combed back her hair, trying to calm herself down. "oh my god, twice?" he asked, getting excited more. she looked at him through the bedroom mirror and he started to laugh. "oh my god." he said abruptly stopping, "lili, oh my god, she's gonna flip." he said seriously before laughing. "its not funny!" she said pulling a pillow towards her from the bed and hitting him. "this is rich barnsy!!!! you have to say something to nate, i see it eating you two up." he exclaimed and she shook her head, a wave of guilt and sadness washed over her pale face. "no, its already been decided that we aren't to speak of it ever again." she stated before walking out.

breakfast.

tessa sat down next to nate by accident, as she sat their reading the newspaper. he met her eyes, over the newspaper, when she looked at him. she whisked her eyesight away and focused on transporting the fruit to her plate. "listen..tess. we need to talk-" she cut him off with a glare. "no, we do not. we already have. we can't hurt lili more than we already have." she hurriedly said. he swallowed back what he was going to say, and nodded. "never. again." she said through gritted teeth before meeting his eyes. god, those blue eyes that transported her back to shattucks. god, how she loved them.. ej bolted outside with coffee, and threw down a iced coffee for the brunette. a black coffee for nate. "oh yay coffee's here!" lili said walking out with pancakes. ej sat across next to lili who sat across from tessa. tessa swallowed, as she could feel the intense stare ej was giving her. nate coughed, breaking ej's concentration and ej looked away. maria sat down next to ej and he smiled at her. "morning." he smirked and maria gave him a polite smile, before noticebly scooting her chair a few inches away. ryan finally walked out and sat down next to tessa. "gravy finally arrives, nice. we can begin." lili said in her fake polite voice, clearly annoyed with ryan. per usual. "sorry princess, forgot the world and time revolved around you. what a keeper nate." raya huffed, and lili squinted at him while nate rubbed his eyes.

“okay gravy, atleast i have some sort of schedule going. arent you a hockey player? it looks like you haven't done anything to combat your croissants and poutine eating." she spat, (trigger warning) softly grabbing her stomach. he flipped her off, causing ej to laugh loudly. nate looked at him with a intense stare, one tessa hadn't seen for a few years. it was almost, like his old self had flared for a hot second. before it cooled. "atleast i dont spend somebody else's hard earned money." ryan muttered, and lili picked that up. "well, atleast he has somebody to spend it on. dont ya honey?" she smiled a dazziling smile, placing a arm over nate's shoulder and kissing him. ryan pointed a finger in his mouth and faked gagged causing tessa to stifle a laugh. "besides, i always tell nate to help out tessa but she always says no." lili added, sipping her coffee. tessa set down her fork, "how many times do i have to tell you that i dont want or need his money." she explained once again. "i am comfortable, i dont need a lot. besides-" lili cut her off, "youre due for a promotion anyways!" she clasped her hands together and tessa shook her head.

"no, not what i was gonna say but thats true. i like the life i live, and i love the work i do lili. i dont need anybody's money, especially not his." she defended and they all sat up with the 'not his' part. ryan took in the quick look nate and tessa shared, one without words but words. "what i mean is that, he's my friend, that just feels weird." she added and they nodded. "besides, more for me!" lili hummed, kissing nate again. tessa picked up her fork and took a strong bite of her strawberry.

After.

the group were outside on the beach, hitting the volleyball to warm up. it was ej and tessa, lili and nate. while ryan and maria sat out. "ouuu! we should play a game!" lili beamed with mimosa in her hand. "yes!" ej said loudly, pointing at her. "how about everytime we get a point, one of us on the winning point tells a secret!" lili said with a grin, causing ej to grin wickledly and laugh. "no i dont-" "lets not -" nate and tessa said at the same time. "oh come on! itll be fun!" lili said pouting. "yeah, itll be fun!" ryan added, and tessa glared at him. "ej im in, youre out." ryan said and ej nodded, as they switched positions. "ryan!" she whispered yelled at him, and he smirked. "it has to come out eventually babe." he smiled and placed a quick kiss on her head. nate looked over, and saw what was going on. he knew ryan knew, even without ryan confirming.

“ry!" she said before lili hit the ball to him, him to nate and back to ryan. that happend over and over. ryan won the never ending sequence and chuckled, "oh dont i have a secret!!" he huffed, "tell it tell it!" ej said like a 5 year old. "dont i have a secret." he laughed, and tessa begged him with a pleading look. "no its fine, we don't need to play." nate said trying to get him to not say anyhting. "no this has to be said." ryan exclaimed and lili looked on with excitment, "yes please tell!" she beamed sipping more of her mimosa. "tessa- tessa and-" but he was cut off, as she made he way towards ej - as a distraction - and kissed him. she kissd him hard, pulling him in by his thin shirt. nate and ryan looked on with confusion while lili shrieked with excitemnt. "AHHHH! im cupid!!" she cheered as tessa pulled apart, and walked off. ryan and nate looked at tessa as she stomped away.

tessa continued walking down the beach for 20 minutes more, trying desperately to stop crying. nothing was working. she sniffled, as she sat down and wrapped her arms around her knees. what the fuck did she just do, she thought. ryan made his way over, after the rest of the group went back to the house. "youre an ass." she said boldly, standing up and walking past him. without allowing him to get a word in. "tes-" she cut him off. "how dare you jeoporadize my whole relationship with them? huh?! how you made me kiss ej!" she screamed at him. "i made you kiss him? that was all your doing hun. not mine. youre too scared to admit your true feelings for nate, im not an idiot. you love him. everything makes fucking sense. ever since i first met him when i visited you in minnesota, i saw the way you looked at him and how he looked at you. you fucking fool. you let her snatch him away. you let her win." he screamed.

"she wins everything! she has won everything that has come her way! she gets the guy she gets the house, the unending bank account, her fucking parents are god sends, she got into utoronto with a lower gpa then me!!!! liliana wins everything, that is just how it goes. she wins everything." she whispered the last part, as she fell apart. ryan walked up to her, but she pushed him away. "no." she sniffled as she paused, "dont. just dont. youve done enough." she sighed and walked back up to the house. already packed and ready to go.

°• ♔ •°

the following evening the group was down at a local pub, taking in the drinks and food. tessa sipped her cocktail as maria came up. "ryan will never like me, right?" she stated and tessa did a double take at her. maria already knew, "im sorry maria. he doesn't like you that way and probably wont ever." she said softly. maria nodded, " its fine." maria responded before walking off. that was how it will be with nate, tessa thought. she looked in the distance and saw nate and lili bickering about something, before she walked off to dance with ej. nate rolled his eyes and turned around to the bar and met tessa's stare. she swallowed, grabbing her bag and walking out. she walked outside to the rain, and she felt her arm being grabbed. "tessa dont go!" nate pleaded. she shook her head, as she was being drenched.

“then leave her. leave her, and be-" he cut her off. "be with you? i cant, tess. i just cant." he stated and she nodded. "becasue it wouldnt look good, huh? im not exactly a trophy wife and im fine with that. but....but atleast ill be happy. at some point." she mused, and turned around. "im sorry tess. i really am." he stated and she stopped middway. she turned around and hurried towards him. "i should of gone back for you." she began, "i should if let you walk me home that night in denver. i should have let you done a lot of things but i was scared. i was nervous. i was scared into thinking that you could possibly like me." she exclaimed. "i should have never told you to stay with her, then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation now." she stated, finishing her tangent. he shook his head, "you were always enough tess. always, there wasn't a moment where i thought otherwise." he began and she felt a beacon of hope flicker through her. "but im with her now." he stated and she felt her heart break even more. she sighed, he took in all her tears. she shook her head, "youre a coward, nathan. a coward." she stated promptly. "but ill be happy, ill be incredibly happy without you." she stated, before walking off. nate watched as she did, the rain coming down even harder which coincided with her mood. nate really watched as the love of his life walked away for him, for good.

°• ♔ •°

there was a knock at her apartment door around 2pm. she closed her book and walked towards it, opening it to nathan. she tried to close it, but he quickly stopped it. "what nate?" she demanded, placing a hand on her hip. she shook her head when he said nothing, "we broke up. i - i thought about what you said and it's true. i won't be happy with her, how i'd be happy with you." he began and she shook her head sniffiling. "no." she said very warily, her voice cracking. she saw the pleading on her face, and opened her door further to let him in. "i should have never let you walk home that night you introduced us tess. i know that, ive known that but i was too scared to break it off and see what people that follow me would say. you were right, i am a coward. ok? and im sorry that it took me over 10 years to figure it out. im sorry tess, there isn't anybody i'd ever want to be with but you. and then we, and then we slept together and i knew i was doomed. i knew her's and i's relationship was doomed." he finished and she looked at the ground. she wiped her tears, looking back up at him. "i want you, always and forever." he stated, with much emotion. "i - im sorry." she started, "i just dont know. she's my bestfriend." she exclaimed. "i see the way she treats you t." he stated, using a barely used nickname from him. one that dated back to a drunken state moment in highschool.

“i want to, trust me." she sighed and was about to say something else but somebody knocked at her door. "tessa honeybug!!!" they both heard from her door, and she pushed him to go hide. "go go!" she whispered and he disapeared. she opened the door and lili instantly walked in. "i broke up with him!" she stated, and tessa acted surprise. "really?" she questioned and lili nodded sitting down. "i uh, i knew he wasn't the one. after.." she trailed off, unsure how to tell her best friend that she'd been sneaking off with somebody.

"what changed?" tessa asked, nervously. "i met somebody!" she squeled, not bothering to contain her excitement. "i mean, more then met." she added, "well i knew this person, for awhile." she stated. "who?" tessa whispered. "ej." she mouthed. "ej!" she said excitedly. the fuck? "the toothless big foot?" tessa quipped. lili rolled her eyes, "yes him. and i know!" she said. "thats nathan's teammate! lil!" tessa said getting defensive of him. "i know i know but nothing happened until we went to st johns. thats it. nothing before." lili defended. tessa began to pace, "and im in love with him, and i want to be with him." lili stated standing up and beginning to walk out. "i know it'll take you a bit to come around, but please don't tell nate yet. we want to do it together."she said before pausing at the door. tessa's mouth was still open in shock, "oh and dont feel guilty about the kiss. it was humerous." she smirked before walking out. as soon as she did, tessa went to look for nate. somebody knocked on the door again and she opened it to lili. "is that nate's jacket?" she asked, smirking. "wait what? oh- he left it in my car when we got back into toronto." she lied but lili didn't buy it. "no, no. thats not true." she stated, before pushing the door open. "nate! i know youre in here, nate!" she yelled, as tessa shut the door. nate walked out into the living room.

"you asshole!" "my teammate?!" they yelled at one another, "my best friend!!!!" lili threw back at him. "my. teammate." he slithered back. "how could you?" lili, turned towards tessa. "no- no dont go after tess. go after me. she didn't initiate it." lili held her hand up, "stop, dont speak for her." lili spat. lili shook her head at nate, "you know, i hope youre both happy together. i really do." was all lili said before walking out.

"nate-" tessa said but nate shook his head, grabbed his coat and walked out.

°• ♔ •°

tessa mouthed "im sorry" to ryan and he flipped over his card that had her name on it, "me too." and she hugged him. tessa had just flown from toronto to newark to visit ryan. she hadn't seen or talked to him since june and it was now middle of october, hockey season. they drove back to his condo, and the two put her stuff in the guest room. a little while later she walked out into the kitchen and sat down at the counter, as he cooked dinner. "whats for dinner?" she questioned in french. he smiled a toothy smile, "fettuince alfredo." he mused back in french. tessa nodded, grabbing the water bottle he set down on the counter. "what are you doing here?" he asked leaning against it, trying to read her expression. she sighed, "well you know about lili and ej. well nathan was there and lili heard and then he heard her and then when i tried to talk to him, he walked out." she said placing her face in her hands. he saw the stress, anxiety and never faultering love with nate. "have you talked since then?" he asked and she shook her head, "nor lili?" and she shook her head. "im alone." she said before sobbing. he instantly came over and pulled her in for a hug. "shh." he whispered over and over again, trying to comfort her. "youve got me." he said kissing her head. she sniffled, and pulled away. "youve always had me, no matter what." he explained some more, trying to get her to understand.

she looked at him, "always will. and-" he paused laughing nervously. "this is shitty timing but i dont care. ive always been there watching you from the bench, watching lili have something that you didn't. and that hurt me, because i was there the whole time but-" she cut him off, "i never noticed because i wanted him." she finished and he nodded. "im in love with you, and i have been since we were kids." he added and she felt a whiplash of memories hit her. she went through the big and little moments with him, putting the pieces together. he always chose her over lili, and that's why he got so upset with her in st john. "ry-" he cut her off, putting his hands up in innocence. "i know, i know." he said biting the inside of his cheek. "i know ill never be nate. ill never be nate the great. even before, i knew i was never good enough." was all he said before moving back to the stove. tessa sat there and shut her eyes, feeling her emotions consumer her. but they didn't. ryan's phone started to blast, and he looked a the id and saw nate. he rolled his eyes, picking it up.

“hey nate." he stated, and tessa perked up. ryan looked at tessa, "yeah she's actually here. she came to visit." ryan stated with not emotion on his face. "for you, tessa girl." he said locking his phone. "look's like it's time for you to fly to denver...in two hours."

1 year skip.

tessa walked with nate's dry cleaning in her hand as she walked through downtown denver. it was now october, one of the last warm days, and tessa was spending it in the city; working. after everything went down, lili and ej got together as well as nate and tessa. tessa moved in as lili moved out and in with ej. tessa was walking down the street going towards where nate said he'd be for them to drive home together, after she spent the day in the city. she walked down mainstreet and saw a familiar blonde walk past. the both of them paused instantly, turning around to face one another. lili sized tessa up and tessa just smiled. "you look good." tessa said, ever the people pleaser. ever the lili pleaser. lili pushed some hair behind her shoulder and smiled. despite them being in denver, and having their boyfriends be teammates, they stayed away from one another. they didnt talk, and tessa honestly had more friends outside of the wags group. she was only friends with tracy, cales gf and andrew coglianos wife. she was fine with that. nate and ej moved on, but still kept a distance. lili smiled, tilting her head just a bit. "oh." was all she said, before realizing that tessa saw it. "i hope you two are happy." was all lili stated, nodding towards tessa's engagment ring. the two got engaged over the summer right before they came out to denver. tessa smiled with a somewhat of a glow radiating from her, "we are. i am." was all she said. lili nodded, "are you two?" tessa questioned. lili nodded, "yes. we uh, we eloped this summer." she smiled referencing her small and simple ring. so unlike lili, tessa thought. "i know what youre thinking. but i love it. ej seems like a lot and he is in a way, but he's truly simple. i wish; i hope that someday you and nate can see that and hopefully come around. or atleast nate." lili responded and tessa nodded. "me too." tessa smiled, before turning around and continued to walk down main street to the square, where nate was waiting.

nate saw tessa's midlength wavy hair before he saw the rest of her. she was in her usual workday outfit, he pixie black pants clinging to her curves and her white boyfriend shirt untucked. she beamed as soon as she saw him, and he mirrored her. "hi." he mused, wrapping an arm around her back and pecking her. "hi." she said back, as he took the dry cleaning from her along with her work bag, and took her hand in the other. "ready for dinner?" he questioned and she nodded, heels clipping the sidewalk as they went to meet sid who was in the city for a game. where they'd also be asking him if he wanted to be Nate’s best man.

tessa saw her life with nate, she always had despite lili. despite the years spent on the bench, she'd never change it because now she had him. and he had her. she regularly thinks about their first meeting as they plan their wedding, both remembering clearly the outfit she had on. a blue dress. something borrowed from the very beginning.

────────────

wasnt sure how to end but i hope you guys like it!!! despite it's being hella long, i hope you liked the drama :)

@fallinallincurls @erikjohnsons @hockeylvr59 @hockeyboysarehot @cale8makar @makarhughes @starshine-hockey-girl @slafgoalskybaby

#Nathan mackinnon #Nathan mackinnon x oc #nate mackinnon #colorado avalanche #sidney crosby #erik johnson #hockey #nhl #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #hockey oneshot #nhl oneshot #Nathan mackinnon fic #Nathan mackinnon imagine #Nathan mackinnon oneshot #Ryan graves #New Jersey devils

91 notes · View notes

startseeingstars · 10 days ago

Text

Delicate Destruction - Euronymous (Lords of Chaos)

CH07 🎶 BLVD. Nights - Team Sleep 🎶

I watched as Krista pushed the door open. We'd been to three stores already, this was our fourth stop. She wasn't looking for anything in particular, nor was I - but I especially loved Op shops like this one. More often than not, I'd manage to find something cool, whether it was a record, shirt, jewellery.

She grabbed a purple beanie and pulled it over her blonde hair. It looked hand knit, like one my grandmother had made for me as a child.

The spontaneous memory of my grandmother made me uncomfortable. Not because of her directly - I missed her dearly since her passing when I was 10. She was my maternal grandmother, and thoughts of her brought back thoughts of my mother.

"Cute." I said, skimming through the vinyls, pushing away the unwanted memories.

"Ooh, what about this?" She still had the beanie on, and she slid on a pair of large sunglasses. Their neon green rims were thick and the lenses black. I smirked.

"Truly inspirational." I muttered, giving up looking through the records. She handed me a pair of glasses, similar to the ones she wore, but neon pink. I put them on, looking at our reflections in the tall mirror.

"I can totally pull these off." I stated confidently.

"Oh, wait! This." She handed me a hat. It was a black top hat. Without hesitation, I fit it on my head. It was much too big, but I positioned it so it sat well enough.

"Sexy." His husky voice was amused, taking us both by surprise. I turned, finding Øystein smirking at us - at me. I pursed my lips as Krista laughed.

"Hey, Euronymous." Her voice draped with a teasing tone at his chosen name. She took the glasses and beanie off. I followed, running a hand through my hair.

"What're you doing here?" I asked. Krista gave me a side glance and made herself busy close by. I knew she was still listening, and I imagine Øystein did too, since he'd stepped closer. He shrugged.

"Saw you in here. Looking for something?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, gesturing over to the records. I shook my head.

"Nothing good in there."

"I'm gonna open my own store one day, you know." He said it with such confidence, and I smiled.

"That would be sick." He nodded, taking a quick glance at Krista before taking another step toward me.

"Are you coming Saturday?" He asked.

"What's this Saturday?" I teased. He knew I knew and rolled his eyes, but smiled.

"Want me to beg you? 'Cause I don't beg." He spoke in a low voice, his voice was husky and his hair hung over his face, icy blue eyes looking down on me. I was a little surprised by his confidence, but I liked it.

"Maybe." I shrugged. I knew I'd be there, and I think he knew it too.

"You'll be there." He smirked, devilishly.

"Will I, now?" I mused, raising an eyebrow. He nodded as he backed away, turning to leave.

"Yeah, you will." He was confident and assertive, but his voice was soft. Our eyes met briefly as he smiled wider, teeth showing. I laughed, looking away.

He left and Krista looked at me, astonished, mouth gaping.

"Did Øystein Aarseth just ask you out?"

I scoffed. "Hardly..." I knew it was implied, but I wished he had actually asked.

If I was one thing, it was an over-thinker. Unless I knew 100% it was a date, I wouldn't treat it as one. Assumptions only lead to disappointment. Something my mother had taught me.

We finished up. Krista had found a skirt that she insisted on wearing this weekend. I wasn't going alone to this gig. At least Krista had enough confidence for the both of us. I hated crowds. Though, I knew I would be fine after a couple drinks.

We walked across the street to the Kebab Shop. It was my day off but this was where everyone tended to hang out. Plus I got a discount. Hammed smiled at us as we walked in, despite them looking like they were in the middle of a rush. I felt bad, but knew they would ask for help if they needed it.

As we sat, I noticed Øystein and the band at another table. Erik was with them. Pelle flashed me a big grin, jumping up and sitting at our table.

"You're coming?" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, of course. I wouldn't miss your big debut." I grinned back.

"Else!" I looked up at Hammed, who was holding the phone against his ear and shoulder. He hung it up. "Can you work the close tonight?" He pleaded. "Anders has called in sick." I sighed

"Yeah, I'll be there in a sec."

#rory culkin #culkin brothers #culkin cult #euronymous #fanfic #lords of chaos

2 notes · View notes

crucifixi · 11 months ago

Note

it had taken quite the effort to order all the things eriks needed to a nearby town but in the end he managed it. some goods on gunsmoke were hard to come by, ingredients especially.

but when the boys appear for breakfast he presents them with a stack of pancakes, fresh eggs and cake. "I heard it is someone's birthday today" he grins and ruffles through nico's dark locks. on nico's side of the table the boy would find a postcard, signed by miss melanie and all the other kids still at hopeland.

"happy birthday, nico"

⠀⠀⠀Nico blinked in surprise at the spread before him. Expecting the usual breakfast fare, he was taken aback by the stack of pancakes, fresh eggs, and cake. His dark eyes widened a fraction, then he shot a glance towards Eriks, a half-suppressed smile playing on his lips. The sight of the postcard added a touch of warmth to his gaze, his heart fluttering a bit at the familiar names scribbled on it.

❛ Well, ain't this a surprise, old man. Y'all really went all out, huh? ❜

Nico asked, eyeing the food and then the postcard, his voice barely above a whisper. He ran his fingers through his dark locks, disheveled from Eriks' playful ruffle. The reminder of home, of Miss Melanie and the others. It tugged at his heartstrings but he quickly blinked away the emotion, steeling his features into a faint smile.

❛ Thanks, old choot.. ❜

he said, the words sounding a bit choked in his throat. His young face softened, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a rare, genuine smile. He looked down at the postcard again, a mixture of longing and gratitude in his eyes.

❛ Really, thank you. ❜

He picked up the postcard, tracing the familiar signatures with his thumb, a quiet laugh escaping him.

❛ I bet they all miss me causing trouble ❜

He mused, his voice filled with a fondness he rarely allowed himself to show. Just then, Livio darted past Eriks and ran straight into Nico's arms, his small voice ringing out, "Happy birthday, Nico!"

❛ And you, you big crybaby! You're in cahoots with him, aren't ya? ❜

He teased, his voice muffled against Livio's shoulder. Pulling back, he gave Livio a playful punch in the arm, still grinning from ear to ear. His gaze went back to the feast before him, his eyes bright with anticipation.

❛ Well, don't expect me to share any of these pancakes. Y'all's kindness only goes so far. ❜

#✟ ｡ — ❛ Time is an illusion that helps things make sense ❜ ( ALTER THE NARRATIVE VERSE. )#✟ ｡ — ❛ Little one when you play Pay no heed what they say. Let your eyes sparkle and shine ❜ ( ERIKS | HUMANITYSONG.)

2 notes · View notes

missmonsters2 · 2 years ago

Text

when u posted this i was screaming cuz i was like omfg i didn't even get to part 2 yet help

"I thought you'd be busy." He retorts, and she automatically frowns at the attitude. Excuuuseee me?!?!? 😭

"I was, I am actually." Says the boy. "What, you want me to pick you up from your... super fun meeting with the less fortunate folks at school?" He mocks and Wanda snorts indignantly.

breakupbreakupbreakupbreakupbreakup

"I still don't know why you waste your time with these losers, but god helps me from trying to watch over you. Text me when you're done, darling. I'm with the boys now. Love you, see you later."

murderhimmurderhimmurderhimmurderhimmurderhim

"It's medicinal, Miss Harkness." Wanda lies - somewhat - for you, patting you gently on the back.

that's girlfriend behaviour

"And that makes me what? The bitch who broke your heart?" She teases, but you chuckle, looking away. "No, Wands, that makes you my muse." You retort casually as if you haven't caused an explosion inside her chest. "Come on, the folks are hungry."

sobbing for wanda pls she's so hard on herself.

It's Wanda's turn to laugh. "Yes, Papa, a boy."

noo—a toaster actually. anyway me personally i hope erik kills vision

"We already have seats." Vision answers for her moodily, but the grip loosens at the deadly stare he receives from Romanoff.

OR nat can kill him, that's fine with me too <33

Nat nods smiling. "Yep, if we're lucky she'll take Grey to bed and we'll split the profit 50/50." Natasha is clearly joking, but Wanda can't laugh. She looks away immediately.

alexa play jealousy jealousy by olivia rodrigo

"Do you even know what that word means, Miss Failure Grade?" He mocks, drawing laughter from the whole group. Wanda pushes his arm away and stands up. "Hey, come on, baby, it was just a joke!"

GORLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL WHY IS VISION SO FOUL PLEASE. the only answer to this is that he is pushed off from a rooftop 😭

New Romantics - Chapter Three - Wanda Maximoff Series

Summary: Trapped in a loveless relationship that has cost her friendships, Wanda watches her senior year of school turn upside down after a party. She will make new friends and may end up learning that not every relationship is doomed to failure.

Warnings: (+16), straight and toxic relationships, making out, underage drinking, language, co-dependency, conversations about insecurity and self-worth, attempted romantic comedy, unrequited love at first, friends to lovers. | Words: 4.619k

Skamverse Collection | Series Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad |

--//--

Chapter Three - The Graduation Committee doesn't give an F*

Novi Grad, Friday 06:12 pm

The auditorium was considerably full, all (or almost all) of the graduating students and even younger ones that were trying to have some sort of advantage for the next years were present, and glancing at the line at the entrance, Wanda decided to check her cell phone before facing the wait.

Vision visualized it, but didn't answer her last messages, and she sighed at the empty hallway around her. She was facing the trophy cabinet and tried to call her boyfriend, who, to her surprise, answered.

"Hey." She spoke first, receiving a short laugh on the other end.

"I thought you'd be busy." He retorts, and she automatically frowns at the attitude.

"And I thought you might be since you ignored all my messages." She returns trying not to get so irritated. His impatient sigh on the other end doesn't help this.

"I was, I am actually." Says the boy. "What, you want me to pick you up from your... super fun meeting with the less fortunate folks at school?" He mocks and Wanda snorts indignantly.

"I'm trying to make new friends, Vision, as you casually remind me at every opportunity that I don't have any!"

He sighs on the other side. "Come on, Wanda, I already apologized, I didn't mean it that way."

Wanda looks away as she notices the tears in her own reflection, and takes a deep breath, noticing that the line has shortened. "Whatever, Vis, I don't need a ride. I just wanted to know if your cell phone still works."

He laughs, completely ignoring how upset she still is. "Okay, but I'm still picking you up. What time does this thing end?"

" I don't want-”

"I still don't know why you waste your time with these losers, but god helps me from trying to watch over you. Text me when you're done, darling. I'm with the boys now. Love you, see you later."

Wanda doesn't answer and is under the impression that she won't text at all. Vision hangs up without noticing, and she puts the cell phone in her pocket, heading into the crowded auditorium.

She doesn't feel very excited about socializing, and it doesn't get any better when she notices Jean and her group of friends in one of the corners of the room. The redhead giggles wryly as soon as she sees her, whispering something to Eve, who grimaces uncertainly. Wanda stops staring and looks around for an empty seat.

She is considering running away from this meeting when you arrive with a dark-haired girl she doesn't know, your gaze circling the room until you notice her. Her stomach jumps when you smile, waving in her direction as if you've been friends forever before you go on stage to greet other students with your friend.

The teacher in charge of the fundraising event is Mrs. Harkness, and she seems even more stressed and impatient than she normally is.

"Everyone sit down please, move along, let's finish this before eight" She announces loudly, and soon everyone starts moving.

Natasha greets Wanda with a kiss on the cheek at some point but has to go to the front, and stand next to the sales group leaders. You, jump seats across the row - ignoring Ms.Harkness' warning about or the giggles of your colleagues - to reach the empty space next to Wanda.

"Hey, Maximoff, long time no see." You joke, taking a seat next to her in a jump. She laughs, feeling her heart miss a beat with the kiss on the cheek you give her in greeting. "I'm glad you could make it, these meetings suck."

"Oh, I know, I attended one of those in freshman year and I swore it would be my last." She confides quietly because Harkness has started the introduction.

You smile. "What changed your mind?"

She shrugs, biting the inside of her cheek. The girl who came with you sits with Yelena Belova, Wanda notices, and they seem close. Soon Harkness is asking about the groups and what fundraising ideas they have to pay for the graduation party and trip, and Wanda is trying to pay attention to this and not to your presence next to her.

She ends up noticing the other groups as well, some mixed, some just boys or girls. She notices Jean, and her former friends talking animatedly about the food stall they are going to take over and feels a soft sadness fill her chest. She wonders if things had been different, would she be sitting with those girls now?

As two trios fumble over the choice of person in charge of the raffle, Harkness sighs loudly and impatiently, a hand on her forehead before asking for a five minutes break.

"Do you want to get out of here?" You ask her suddenly, and Wanda takes a glance at the groups ahead. The meeting looks like it will take much longer than originally planned, and she is agreeing immediately. You smile and nod in the direction of the exit, and Wanda takes her cue from the students getting up for the break to move first.

Once in the empty halls, you lead the way to the outside gardens.

"I don't want to speak badly of my lovely colleagues, but by god, how annoying they can be." You comment making her chuckle. Wanda hesitates as you take a carton of cigarettes out of your pocket, and you raise an eyebrow at her. "Does it bother you?"

She immediately denies it. "Not at all, I was just going to stay away from the smoke so I wouldn't be a passive smoker."

You chuckle, taking two steps back with a playful attitude. "It's not that kind of cigarette."

"Oh." She can't hide her surprise and feels a little embarrassed at your smile. "It's no problem either." She murmurs, taking the seat on the bench next to you.

You light the joint, and take a deep drag, exhaling into the starry sky above you before you clarify. "I have considerable social anxiety. So whenever I have to go to very crowded places, this helps me relax a little."

Wanda twists her fingers inside her jacket pockets. "Got it." She mutters, not quite knowing what to say about it. "Thanks for telling me."

You smile at her politeness. "You're welcome, Wanda." Another short drag. "You don't talk much, is it because you don't like me?"

She giggles, feeling her ears heat up. "What? Where did that come from?"

You shrug, a smile playing on your lips that hold the cigarette for a moment. "It's just that your brother talks a lot. I thought twins who had similar personalities, but you two are very different."

She smiles, "I guess so. But I'm not quiet all the time, I talk."

"Yes, especially in Literature." You retort. "Such a clever girl."

She chuckles shyly, shaking her head. "Yeah, right."

"What? It's true. Your reviews are brilliant." You insist and with a smile, you add: "You're brilliant."

She can feel her face flush and thinks the way you seem pleased to affect her is not fair. She tries to shrug it off casually.

"I don't think I'm brilliant at all, the only subject I do well in is literally that one. " She confides then, and you take a drag, thoughtful for a moment. "Sorry, that was a bit self-deprecating."

You twitch your nose. "Don't apologize for saying what you're thinking, or feeling. It's not a bad thing." You retort immediately, and she swallows dryly. Your expression softens. "And what's this about not being brilliant? Everyone has their talents. Da Vinci didn't revolutionize physics like Albert Einstein but it wasn't Einstein who made the Monalisa."

Wanda chuckles, her cheeks rosy. "I think you have a point."

"Of course I do, I happen to be quite brilliant myself." You comment humorously.

"Quite modest too I see." She adds in the same tone.

"Always." You murmur, taking another drag. You are beginning to feel all your muscles relax, so you think about putting out the cigarette. But an adult figure coming out of the same entrance you came in makes you choke with fright.

"Miss L/N, I'm going to pretend you're not smoking on school grounds for the sake of my blood pressure." Agatha announces seriously, approaching you in long strides. She takes the cigarette from your hand, and you try to control your cough as Wanda stands up awkwardly.

"It's medicinal, Miss Harkness." Wanda lies - somewhat - for you, patting you gently on the back. Agatha raises an eyebrow.

"Do me a favor and bring the lunch trays for your classmates in the cafeteria that the school left prepared. I need a break from those petty little monsters."

Wanda nods but you hesitate. "Ma'am, what about..."

Agatha takes a short drag in defiance, and as soon as she blows the air up, she repeats "The food, Miss L/N."

You chuckle at the scene and don't insist because Wanda pulls you by the hand into the school again.

The walk to the cafeteria is filled with laughter and jokes, you and Wanda finding Harkness' posturing amusing, but not the least bit surprised. She was known to be the coolest teacher in the place anyway.

The snack trays were on carts, and it didn't take you long to locate them. But once Wanda had her hands on the first cart, you - who was standing next to her - asked her a question that took her completely by surprise.

"Is it true that you have a boyfriend?"

Wanda chuckles awkwardly, glancing at you. "Yeah, why?"

The way you look at her and then turn your gaze with a disappointing semblance already answers the question. Wanda swallows dryly, her stomach sinking. You force a chuckle, the squeeze on the stroller getting stronger.

"Well, now I feel silly."

Wanda can hear her heart racing in her chest, but she swallows her nervousness and tries to pretend she's not affected at all. "What are you talking about, Y/N?"

You look away. "I was calling you out on a date earlier today." Oh, of course, you were. God, Wanda felt so stupid. "Sorry about that, I didn't know you-"

"I wasn't offended." She quickly clarifies. "Not at all."

You nod, equally clumsily. "So... you like girls too?"

Wanda smiles, looking ahead. "I like people."

"I like people too, but girls make me extra nervous." You joke, making her chuckle in agreement.

You two exchange shy glances, before Wanda clears her throat. "We should take this inside before the gang starts getting aggressive." She plays along, getting out in front of you with the cart. You chuckle, following her with the other cart through the cafeteria and halls toward the auditorium.

Before you arrive, you stop and Wanda breaks off out of curiosity. "Hey, things don't have to get weird between us, okay?" You start at once. "I think you're really cool, and being your friend would be enough."

Wanda hesitates. "Wouldn't that be selfish with you?"

You give her a sad smile, shrugging. "Don't worry, besides, I've heard that great love disappointments make great artists."

Wanda smiles. "Oh, and you would be the great artist?"

"Yeah, obviously."

"And that makes me what? The bitch who broke your heart?" She teases, but you chuckle, looking away.

"No, Wands, that makes you my muse." You retort casually as if you haven't caused an explosion inside her chest. "Come on, the folks are hungry."

You enter the auditorium, and Wanda spends the rest of the night trying to ignore the way her heart is beating fast inside the chest next to you.

Novi Grad, Wednesday, 11:14 am

"I don't know how they got the best stalls, but I can bet there's some kind of deal there."

Wanda was trying to pay attention to the whole conversation, but Vision's insistent messages on her cell phone were making her more irritated by the second. He was sitting across the courtyard with his fellow members of the Politics club, and he was bombarding her cell phone with questions about being ignored practically all weekend, and now at the school.

He wanted answers that Wanda would only know how to retort with curses.

"You're damn right, Grey was hooking up with one of the boys from the Football Team. Of course, the two groups are protecting each other." Carol Danvers said, and Wanda raised her eyes from her cell phone immediately at the mention of Jean's name.

She was sitting next to Kate Bishop - whom she had officially met on Monday, who was a sophomore like her girlfriend Yelena. The two of them were participating in organizing the graduation committee in advance so that in their senior year they would have more peace of mind. But you commented to Wanda that Kate actually had money and didn't need to participate in any of this, but was doing it all so Yelena could have the experience. Wanda couldn't help but feel a little jealous of the two, Vision was not in the least bit willing to do anything of the sort for her.

"Where did you hear that?" The question escaped her lips before she could help it, and the group stared at her. She swallowed dryly. "I-I just didn't know Jean was dating. We...used to hang out together."

Maria Rambeau's eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, really? Any chance of renewing that friendship? We could try to work out a deal for half the ticket sales for the games..."

"No, sorry, no chance." Wanda interrupts immediately, a blush of embarrassment hitting her cheeks. Maria is slightly disappointed, but no one in the group takes it to heart. Nat answers Wanda's question by saying that Jean and Scott Summers had been dating for a few weeks but that it was nothing official according to their Facebook relationship status. Wanda bites her tongue to avoid adding that Jean has never paid much attention to such things.

The girls continued talking - or complaining - about sales options to raise money, and Natasha was organizing something with toilet paper when Wanda's cell phone vibrated again.

"I don't get why you're behaving like this. Text me when you quit acting so childish."

She swallowed dryly and blocked the cell phone. She looked over to where Vision was, but he was smiling as he was approached by Jean's group, who were handing out flyers about the football league games that would have the ticket sales going to their group's fundraiser.

"Are you going, Maximoff?"

Carol's voice drew her attention away from her boyfriend. She frowned.

"Sorry. Going where?"

The blonde smiled, not caring about the other's lack of attention. "Fundraising party next week. Kate has a fancy vacation home, everyone will want to peek in."

The younger one laughs, rolling her eyes. "I never said I could be the hostess." She recalls. "My mother hates parties. She travels a lot, but if she's in town and catches me doing something like that..."

"I can be the hostess." Wanda finds herself declaring, which surprises the group. She licks her lips. "I-if it's okay with Kate, of course. My house is pretty big, and my dad is never there. And my brother can join in-"

"Oh, he must! Pietro is a popular guy and if he's there, all his friends will be." The group quickly gets excited, and Wanda tries to ignore her trepidation in anticipation.

The last party she threw at her house didn't end well, but she was trying to be positive about everything. Especially since you gave her an assured wink from the opposite seat. But she noticed the way her heart skipped a beat, and maybe that idea was the worst of all.

Novi Grad, Thursday, 04:17 pm

Erik was concentrating on the papers spread out on his office desk, and Wanda had almost given up bothering him. But her father, even though he was busy, noticed his daughter's presence, and his expression brightened beyond exhaustion.

"Hi sweetheart, come on in." He asked, and she gave him a small smile, hands busy.

"I made tea." She says, handing him one of the mugs. Erik smiled in thanks, putting away some papers.

"Danke Schatz (Thank you, sweetheart)." Very often, Erik used his native language at home, and after so long, Wanda spoke it fluently. She nodded and stood beside her father.

"Are you too busy, papa? I wanted to talk about something."

He smiled, taking a sip of tea before shaking his head. "I am never too busy for my children." It wasn't entirely true, but Wanda understood. She smiles a little, looking down at her feet.

"I joined the Graduation Committee at school." She tells and Erik lets out an immediately excited exclamation.

"Incredible darling! I imagine with Jean and the girls it's even more fun-"

"No, not really." She cuts off quickly, feeling uncomfortable but lacking the courage to meet her father's gaze. "They're part of another group so we won't see much of each other."

"Oh, no chance to rearrange to stay with your friends?"

Wanda forces a smile, trying to hide her pain. "Don't worry, papa, the girls in my group are my friends too. I like all of them."

"Well, if you say so." Erik comments casually, taking another sip of his tea. "I'd be happy to help with any outside fundraisers you guys organize, by the way." He lets her know, receiving a grateful nod. Wanda plays with the support of her cup, and Erik adds, " That' s all you wanted to tell me?"

She swallows dryly. "I was thinking of having a party." She says, and Erik raises an eyebrow. She takes courage before she loses it for good. "It would be a fundraiser, papa. We have a nice house, and the school kids would use the pool and-"

"I understand, Wanda." He cuts her off gently. "In my youth, many of my classmates loved to visit my house. But I hope you are surrounding yourself with people who like you, and not your pool."

Wanda smiles, looking down. "I am, I hope so at least." She comments, and he smiles. He leaves the teacup on the table and reaches out a hand to hold his daughter's.

"I will trust your organization, and expect a clean house when I return." He directs, and Wanda nods in understanding. But Erik does not release her hand, caressing the skin tenderly. "Are you sure that was all, dear? You have been looking so gloomy to me lately..."

Wanda frowns in confusion, resisting pulling her hand away and getting into a completely defensive posture. It's a tough fight.

"What? No, I'm fine!" She assures with a forced smile. "Actually, I should-I want to, introduce you to someone. I'm actually dating now."

"Oh, that's some news." Erik says with a surprised laugh. "A boy?"

It's Wanda's turn to laugh. "Yes, Papa, a boy."

Erik lets go of her hand, sighing slightly. "Well, I must say I'm a little upset. When you came out, I was rooting for the boys to be out of the game..."

"Papa!" Wanda exclaims in a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. Erik chuckles, shrugging his shoulders.

"What, I just worry about grandchildren, Wanda! I don't want you compromising your future on a child now. And you'd be amazed at how many births I deliver in teenagers-"

"Okay, please, let's not have that conversation again." She cuts in with a nervous laugh, "I'll just set up a dinner date with you and my boyfriend, okay, tell me a day that you can."

"Yes, ma'am." Erik retorts with false seriousness that makes her laugh. She rolls her eyes and mutters for him to get back to work before leaving the room.

Novi Grad, Friday, 03:45 pm

The stadium was packed for the opening game, and Wanda had some difficulty getting through the crowd. Vision was pulling her hand tightly, not caring much about it.

"Come on, the guys got a seat upstairs." He warned over his shoulder. "I swear, if I find the idiot who made attendance at the first game mandatory, I'll murder-"

"Wanda!" Someone called out to her from the bottom row, and she gave Vision's hand a tug for him to stop, which the boy begrudgingly did. Natasha barely paid him any attention, hugging the girl by the shoulders for a moment. "Aren't you going to sit with us? We're in the fake cabin, Carol has team member advantages." Jokes the girl, but Wanda feels the grip on her hand grows stronger.

"No, I-"

"We already have seats." Vision answers for her moodily, but the grip loosens at the deadly stare he receives from Romanoff.

"She can speak for herself, you know. It's allowed to in this century." Retorts the redhead, making Wanda chuckle. Vision grimaces.

"Take your pick then, Wanda. I'm going to sit down before some idiot spills beer on my sweater." He drops her hand in irritation and goes to take the high seats he has secured. Wanda tries to hide her discomfort by hugging her own body.

"Sorry about that Nat, he's usually nicer. But the admission dinner didn't go well and he's been cranky."

"And that's a reason to treat someone badly?" Retorts the redhead, and seeing her friend's hesitation, sighs. "Never mind, it's not my place to talk shit about your boyfriend who I don't even know. If you get the chance, try to convince as many of your friends as possible to buy foodstuff, okay? I don't know how, but Y/N got on Jean Grey's good side and we're getting a third of the food sales." Nat tells and Wanda finds herself clutching her arms tighter.

"Oh, really?" She tries to sound casual.

Nat nods smiling. "Yep, if we're lucky she'll take Grey to bed and we'll split the profit 50/50." Natasha is clearly joking, but Wanda can't laugh. She looks away immediately.

"I should go, Vis is waiting. I'll see you after the game, I think, or Monday." She practically flees the scene, making her way to the higher seats.

Vision is very pleased that she has chosen to join him, and he tells her so as soon as she sits down with an arrogant 'I knew you were coming' before slipping his arm around her shoulders.

The game didn't take long to get started and the crowd seemed well wrapped up. Wanda was having a good time, though, watching the reactions.

"God this is so barbaric. Poor folks have fun over such pathetic hobbies." Vision commented beside her, her friends and brother grumbling in agreement.

"You don't have to be so elitist all the time, Vision." She can hardly believe she had the nerve to call him out, her boyfriend much less. But his surprise only lasts half a second, soon he laughs and looks away.

"Do you even know what that word means, Miss Failure Grade?" He mocks, drawing laughter from the whole group. Wanda pushes his arm away and stands up. "Hey, come on, baby, it was just a joke!"

He tries to pull her by the arm, but Wanda pulls back and bumps into the bucket of popcorn on her boyfriend's lap, which flies down the row. With the small commotion, she slips away.

She suddenly feels so stupid. And her only reaction is to look for a place to hide her tears. Vision loses sight of her in the crowd, which is a great thing because she doesn't want to deal with him right now, and ignores his calls on her cell phone for the next few minutes.

Wanda finds a good hiding place behind the women's locker room which is completely empty because the game taking place meters away.

She tries to keep the tears inside but they fall regardless.

A nearby whistle makes her wipe her face quickly.

"I thought I heard someone skipping the mandatory game around here."

Your joke gets a weak laugh from her, and Wanda looks forward so that you don't see the state of her face, even though you know well that she was crying.

"Are you going to rat me out?" she challenges humorously, and you chuckle, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Nah, I'd have to turn myself in together." You say shrugging, approaching at a slow pace. "I'd rather skip the game with you if that's okay."

She nods, sniffling lightly. You stop beside her, shoulder to shoulder, and Wanda has to resist with all her willpower not to lean into the warmth of your body.

"It's okay, Y/N, I promise. It was just a silly fight." She says when she can feel you looking at her out of the corner of your eye. You press your lips together before sighing.

"Oh, thanks for clarifying, I do need to know the reason for your absence from the game to put in the committee report." You tease, and when Wanda is about to laugh, she starts to cry.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." She gasps in a small sob, her head down as she tries to wipe her face. "I don't even know why I'm crying, I'm so fucking stupid-"

You stand in front of her, and your hands suddenly go to her face. Wanda falls silent immediately, staring at you. But all you do is smile at her tenderly, your fingers wiping away her tears.

"I find myself compelled to disagree, Maximoff." You say gently. "I happen to think you are quite brilliant."

"I'm failing at school, I don't know how I made it all the way to senior year without being able to concentrate on anything-"

You shake your head. "Stop it." You interrupt her seriously, even though your tone is tender. "I don't know who made you believe you were less than extraordinary, Wanda, but you have to stop listening to them, and listen to me. I've known you for a few weeks and I already think you're remarkable. My very own muse." You joke last, making her smile. "In a year, I'll think you're more important than Beyonce."

Wanda bursts into laughter, hiding her face in your shoulder for a moment. "Is that your reference of most important person?"

"I would have said Natasha Romanoff, but I feel like she would spring up from the ground to choke me if I said you would be more important than her. My best friend is a very jealous person."

Wanda chuckles. "I believe you."

You swallow dryly, seeming to become aware of the closeness. Your hands move away, and so do you. "You shouldn't let anyone convince you that you are inferior in any way, Wanda. You have to remember that."

She tries to push the nervousness away with a joke. "Is that motivational talk from the graduation committee?" She challenges, and you laugh.

"No, the graduation committee doesn't give a fuck." You retort. "But I do. And I'd say you're pretty incredible, as many times as you need to hear it."

Something warm forms in her chest, and Wanda thinks she might start crying again.

You just smile, and before she can thank you, the whistle for the first break is sounding around, and Wanda knows that the place will start filling up soon. She sniffles lightly. "I should go home."

"Do you need..."

"No, my brother." She interrupts guessing your question. It's not rude, she just looks exhausted. "Pietro can drive me home."

You nod, and Wanda, instead of walking away, comes closer. She kisses your cheek for a lingering moment and gives your arm a gentle squeeze. "Thank you, Y/N, really." She whispers. "I'll see you on Monday."

#mm.ficrecs #wanda maximoff x reader

251 notes · View notes

sardonic-the-writer · 2 years ago

Text

—SCARS

—In which you are having a hard time accepting your body, and Charles can relate

—Word count: 1k

—Extra: n/a

Charles hadn't expected much to happen today.

An afternoon pouring over neatly (and sometimes not so neatly) written papers was the only thing on his agenda. Maybe even a trip to the kitchen for a cup of tea every now and then.

His silver pen would glide over sets of paper packets lightly as gray skys weighed down upon the grounds outside. Occasionally he would stop to scribble one or two things down on a select paper, but other than that the steady motion of jotting down grades was all he went through.

Charles was so deep into his duties as a proffessor that he had barely even heard the door to his office open slightly over the rain outside the window he sat at, only looking up once he felt another presence enter the room.

"Hello there." Charles smiled at a head poking through the door, the face of his long time friend and partner (Y/n) staring back at him. They smiled their signature grin at the professor, taking note of his casual attire of just a t-shirt and jeans.

"Sorry to interrupt. I just had the urge to come and see you. You know, sit around for a bit while I let Hank handle the kids downstairs" (Y/n) began to enter the room after closing the door behind them.

Charles quirked an eyebrow up, taking some papers off his desk and resting them on his knees as he wheeled himself around to face (Y/n). Whom had since then found their place on the edge of a plush couch on the other side of the office.

"I'm quite flattered you wished to come visit the old bore holed up in his tower." He jested while wheeling closer to them. "But are you quite sure that's all?"

"You could always look in my head if you weren't sure bub." They responded with a shrug. He got the feeling it was supposed to be joking, but the weight behind the words didn't match up.

"You know I don't like to do that unless necessary (Y/n)." Charles reminded them from across the couch. They just hummed before fliting their gaze away from his own.

A minute or two passed without any noise other than the sound of water droplets cascading on the roof above. Charles had since begun to sneak looks back and fourth between the papers in his lap and the person across from him, mind in two places at once as it usually was.

"Hey, Charles? Have you ever felt erm—" (Y/n) paused in their sentence to search for a word, successfully catching the attention of the target of their question in the progress, "—unsatisfied with your body?"

The question coated Charles' tounge in a bitter sweet feeling as the papers in his hands were laid aside. It wasn't a question he wasnt well versed in—nor one he wasn't familiar with—but sometimes even the best of questions could bring up bad memories.

"Once." He cleared his throat.

"After Erik's bullet pierced my spine, surely of which you remember, it took a while for me to see my legs as anything but a burden. A reminder of my failures in past years." Charles admitted somewhat faintly. The confession was honest, if not coated in a fine layer of regret for his foolish actions all that time ago.

"But why do you ask dear?" He mused while leaning forward; eyes softer than the very bed you sleep on.

(Y/n) began to pick at their neck, a sign of anxiety they had picked up after their first mission forever ago in capturing Shaw.

"Lately I've been, I don't know, finding myself insulting my body more and more. Comparing it to others. Like—like Raven. Even in her natural form she doesn't have half the stretch marks I do." They mummbled. The picking at their skin had since sped up, leaving a fair patch of flesh red in its wake.

It took Charles a moment of understanding before he settled on what (Y/n) was confiding in him.

"Oh, my dear." His wheelchair was quick to place itself by their side with him in it, a hand reaching out to cup itself on their jaw softly. He didn't miss the way they leaned into it hesitantly.

"You must understand that no matter what you look like, you are still one of the most stunning people to ever grace this planet. Dare I say handsome as well." Charles boasted of your looks like it was the finest sculpture known to humans and mutants alike. It would have brought a smile to your otherwise glum face if not for the topic at hand.

"And these stretch marks you speak of? May I be too forward in asking to see them?"

(Y/n) paused for a moment. They wanted to say no. And that yes he was being too forward by asking that. But something in them knew Charles would never do anything to make them feel unwanted or under appreciated. Much less embarrassed in their own skin.

They shifted on the couch, opting to sit up straighter and pull at the hem of their shirt. The fabric lifted up just enough to reveal soft purple and tan streaks zigzaging up rough skin in different directions on each sides of their hip.

"Beautiful." Was all Charles whispered, his voice so low, (Y/n) had to check twice to see if they heard him right.

"Like little lightning strikes." He grinned, looking away with his eyes gleefully crinkled in the corners. "I find them quite endearing. Just like the rest of you."

"I see why Raven called you a womanizer back in the day." (Y/n) managed to joke. They could feel their spirits lifting already.

"Ah, well, maybe just a little." Charles said, his face slightly hot as he recalled the foolish acts of his earlier youth. "But those were no words of such a womanizer so to speak. Meerly just someone observing the facts."

(Y/n) looked at him, a thankfulness in their gaze.

"Thanks. Really. Thank you."

Charles just laid a hand on their arm, his silent smile saying more than words ever could.

#xmen #xmen x reader #xmen x reader first class #xmen first class x reader #xmen first class #charles xavier x reader #charles xavier #charles #charles x reader #marvel #marvel x reader #xmen marvel #marvel xmen #one shot #hurt/comfort

336 notes · View notes

thirstyforcharacters · 4 years ago

Text

When the Universe Collides (Sam Wilson x Reader)

Summary: Every person has a soulmate. When your soulmate experiences pain, so do you, and any bruises, scars, or other markings that they get appear on your skin. Or, the story of how smacking yourself in the face with a cabinet was the best thing to ever happen to you.

Notes: Hi! Since the first episode of Falcon and the Winter Soldier comes out today, I wanted to write something for Sam! He’s super underrated and deserves more love! Also, this soulmate AU is extremely self-indulgent and has absolutely nothing to do with the TV show, but tbh I don’t care. Hope you all enjoy it too! (no y/n, no pronouns) (PS: any italicized text is Sam texting and the italicized and bold text is the reader texting!)

Warnings: mentions of a stab wound (nothing explicit), cursing I guess

WC: 2.2 k

Your soulmate must have one hell of a job.

Almost every day, you woke up with dark bruises covering your body. It seemed that whenever one faded, another took its place. At completely random times, you would double over in aches that you certainly didn’t inflict upon yourself. One time, in the middle of the night, you woke up with pain in your stomach so intense, it felt like someone had stabbed you! It turned out that it was a stab wound, but given that no one had stabbed you lately (or ever), you figured it was from your soulmate. You definitely didn’t appreciate that hospital bill.

But you still desperately wanted to meet them. Meet that person that completed you: your other half. As a teenager, you made your parents tell you the story of the day they finally met so many times, you knew it by memory. They were both in the library at college, and your mom dropped a psychology textbook on her foot! Her howl of pain was only matched by the “SON OF A BITCH” that came from your dad on the opposite side of the library. When the two of them made eye contact, they instantly knew they were the ones for each other (they were also immediately kicked out for making such a ruckus). You wanted to have that moment so badly; meeting your soulmate was a huge milestone in every person’s life, and you needed it.

Your best friend and roommate, Brianna, had met hers just two months ago. They had met at the beach, when out of nowhere, Bri had shrieked in shock and pain.

“A crab just pinched me!”

When you had looked at her foot and told her nothing was there, she was totally confused, until you saw a handsome guy with a crab hanging from his foot! He had introduced himself as Julian, and the two had been inseparable since. He was living with you now, and you had honestly never felt more lonely in your life. Sure, you had your dream career; you ran a music shop in New York City, selling instruments, making repairs, and meeting all sorts of interesting people. You had a decent apartment, a chill best friend, and the cutest Yorkie, named Muffin, on the planet. By all accounts, you had it pretty good. You were just missing your other half.

It was a rainy day in NYC. The chill of winter was still clinging onto the March air, and you shivered as you trudged from your apartment to your shop. Even though you had an umbrella to protect you from the rain, the wind blew right through the too-thin jacket you yanked off of the coatrack in a rush. Still holding your half-eaten toaster strudel in your hand, you pushed open the doors to Major Instruments and Minor Repairs, your pride and joy.

It was two floors: the first was where you sold instruments, and the repair shop was above. Acoustic panels were attached to the burnt red walls to help quiet down the place, since the hardwood floors didn’t do much to help with that. The checkout desk was directly in the center in the room. Surrounding it were reeds, bottles of valve oil, and guitar strings. Picks were placed in two clear, plastic bowls on the desk itself. In the front left corner of the room was a grand piano, situated right in the window so passersby could see whenever someone plucked its keys. The entire back wall was covered in guitars and basses. To the right of the desk was a large drumset, accompanied by a pair of drumsticks and brushes. On the right wall were string instruments; string basses and cellos were leaned against the wall, while the violins, violas, and bows were displayed on it. Woodwind and brass instruments were scattered across the room in various display cases. Instrument stands, bow rosin, and miscellaneous instrument parts were on shelves throughout the room as well. The spiral staircase leading up to the repair shop was in the back left corner of the room. Behind the staircase was the door to the back store room, where you kept your extra supplies and also where you took your breaks.

“Good morning!” called Andrew, one of your closest friends from college, from behind the desk.

You waved in reply, wandering to the back store room. You were lucky you had Andrew; you could rely on him to run the front desk while you and Brianna assisted customers on the floor. Unfortunately, Bri had the flu today, so it would just be you on the floor, which would make things a little more hectic. You hurriedly finished your strudel, took off your jacket, which left you in a black and white flannel, a matching black tank top reading “Music is Life,” black leggings, and black combat boots (you had an aesthetic to uphold), and strode back out to the main area.

“You seem in a bit of a rush. Everything okay?” asked Andrew, who was currently restocking bell covers.

You sighed, “Just a whirlwind of a morning. Bri has the flu, Muffin nearly choked on a chicken bone, I almost burned my toaster strudel, and I smacked myself in the face with my cabinet door by accident.”

“Oh, that’s where the new bruise on your eye is from,” he mused.

You snorted, “Yeah, for once it’s not from my soulmate.”

“Maybe he’s a spy. Or a superhero!”

“Yeah, or a criminal,” you joined in on the restocking, grabbing some trumpet mutes since the place opened in just half an hour, “thanks for opening up, by the way.”

“It’s no problem,” he replied, “you know I don’t mind.”

The doorbell jingled and two of your instrument repair people, Sarah (for strings), and Natalie (for brass), entered. Natalie was lugging what was unmistakably a tuba case, while Sarah carried both of their instrument repair kits.

“Morning, ladies!” called Andrew.

“Good morning,” Sarah replied pleasantly.

Natalie huffed out a “morning” and dragged the tuba up the stairs.

“Her tuba’s broken. The tubing that holds up her mouthpiece completely snapped off. She’s going to try and repair it before her appointments today,” explained Sarah.

You winced, “That’s rough.”

Sarah dropped off both of their jackets and followed Natalie up the stairs leaving you alone with Andrew again. Soon after, Erik, your percussion guy, and John, the woodwind repairman, arrived, and it was time for the shop to open. For a while, it was just another mundane Thursday. Customers came and went. People tested the piano and drumsets, someone bought $100 worth of jazz scores, and a teenaged boy came in who somehow got a ping pong ball stuck in their trombone (you learned to never ask). But at exactly 1:47 pm, a time you would never forget, two very unexpected customers walked through the threshold of your store. You were up on a ladder, carrying a large, rather heavy, box of violin bows to situate on the wall, when you heard their voices.

“I’m telling you, Buck, I’m a wizard at the saxophone.”

“Sure, Sam. I’ll believe it when I hear it.”

“I’m serious, dude! I played all the time before I joined the military, and I picked it back up a little bit again after the whole Avengers thing. I just need to get a new one.”

“Hmm, okay. We’ll see.”

“Bastard.”

You whipped your head around and saw the Falcon and the Winter Soldier themselves in your shop. Having superheros in your place was a first. And who knew Sam Wilson played the saxophone?

Andrew offered them a cheerful greeting and directed them toward the saxophones, which happened to be near the ladder you were teetering on. Every time you leaned up to put a bow on display, it wobbled so badly you thought you were going to fall. You really needed to allocate some funds toward a new one.

As you continued to place bows on display, you heard the conversation of the two gentlemen browsing the saxophones. Apparently, Sam much preferred the tenor sax (which you happened to play, quite well you might add). Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him pick up a Selmer Paris model and inspect it. Those didn’t come cheap, but you were sure that saving the world gave a man a pretty decent paycheck.

“You think I can test it out?”

“I don’t know, dude. You should probably ask.”

You saw him nod, “Yeah, I guess so. And there’s not a reed in here, anyway. Excuse me!”

You realized he was calling you, so you craned your head to look at him. Both men were looking up at you, both with kind smiles on their faces.

“Is there any way I can get a cheap reed to test this out with,” Sam asked, “and are we even allowed to test them in store?”

You smiled back, “Yes, you can. We have test reeds at the front desk, just ask Andrew and he’ll give you one. That’s the only one you’ll get though.”

“Cool, thanks,” he replied while looking around, “nice place you’ve got here.”

Your smile grew a little wider, “Thank you! It took a little while to get it off of the ground, but I’m really proud of how it turned out.”

It was almost as if the universe wanted you to suffer. You stretched up to display yet another bow, and the ladder toppled to the ground, taking you with it! You shrieked in surprise and braced yourself for the impact with the floor.

But it never came.

Instead, you were caught in a pair of (ridiculously) muscular arms. When you looked into the arms of your hero, of course it was Sam himself. He was too handsome for his own good. The thing that stood out most to you were his deep brown eyes. And how, on the left one, was a bruise that exactly matched the one that you gave yourself this morning.

“Are you alright? That ladder must have it out for you,” joked Sam, though you could tell that he was concerned for you.

“I’m okay,” you squeaked, “thank you.”

“It’s no problem. All a part of the job.”

You nodded distractedly, still fixated on the bruise adorning his eye. He couldn’t be your soulmate, could he?

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he questioned.

“I-yes. I just got a bit, well, distracted.”

“By what?”

Well, it was now or never. You might as well just go for it.

“When did you get that bruise?”

He looked a bit surprised by the question, “The one on my eye?”

You nodded.

“This morning. It just popped up. Hurt a little bit, like something hit me in the face. Can’t be worse than what I’ve given my soulmate, though. I got stabbed in the stomach once and all I could think about was how confused and hurt they must’ve been,” came his reply.

It was him. It had to be! All of your random, serious injuries made so much more sense now.

“It did hurt,” you murmured back, “but not as much as the hospital bill.”

His face went from apologetic to elated faster than you had ever seen, “Wait, that means it’s you?”

“I think so,” you said, “I hit myself in the eye with a cabinet door this morning, and that-” you gestured to his face, “matches mine.”

“Oh, it does!” he exclaimed.

“Are you two done over there?” complained Bucky.

Thankfully, the Winter Solider had successfully rescued your box of bows.

Sam stood you up, and you could feel the embarrassment slowly creeping over you, “Yeah. Sorry about that, guys. Promise I’m not usually that clumsy.”

“Seems like you need a new ladder,” Bucky told you.

“You don’t say,” you sassed back, prompting a laugh from Sam.

Bucky then strode off to return the fallen box to Andrew. He gave Sam a knowing look as he passed by. He wasn’t very slick, though, you totally saw him.

“Listen, since apparently we’re soulmates and all, I’d love it if I got your number. I’ll take you somewhere nice to make up for all of the times I’ve gotten you hurt,” explained Sam.

You smiled bashfully, “That sounds nice.”

He handed you his phone and you input your digits. As Sam and Bucky were in the checkout line, your phone buzzed.

Hey, gorgeous. It’s your new man.

You giggled softly and looked up at him. He gave you an exaggerated wink and launched finger guns at you, making you laugh a bit harder. You entered his number into your phone and decided to send a text back.

Looking forward to you making up for all of those broken bones.

Me too.

You knew you’d be happy with him. Whenever the universe collided in this way, it always turned out for the best. If your parents and your roommate weren’t enough proof, soon you would discover it for yourself. You couldn’t wait for all of the memories you’d make together.

#sam wilson #falcon #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson fic #sam wilson fluff #soulmate au #x reader #x reader fanfiction #x reader fluff #x reader fic #marvel #MCU

157 notes · View notes

rhymingtree · 2 years ago

Text

The King makes his entrance...

Ooh a Bucky POV flashback... this is gonna hurt

Oh no, it's worse. It's a nightmare.

Aww, he kept her backpack...

A moment of silence for Bucky's declining mental and emotional health, courtesy of Darke

SAMUEL. WILSON. DIDN'T WE ALREADY TELL YOU. SOMETIMES NATASHA IS WRONG.

Only sometimes. But this is one of those times.

She wasn’t their friend, she was a manipulator that had been lying to them from the start.

No, that's a lie nonononono

Goddamnit

Poor Steve had to deal with two Russians and his girlfriend taking his archer buddy hostage and then said hostage buddy had to deal with his best friend's (ex???) girlfriend who was pulling theatrics on every single one of them... no wonder he's tired.

“Why do my World War Two veterans constantly look like shit?”

I feel like based on that limited information you can kinda tell what the answer is but ok Tony keep trying to be funny

OH MY GOD PETER

.... I completely forgot he was here.... um

He's in so much trouble HAHAHAH

You winced lightly, holding your side as the C-17 soared over the Atlantic.

I'm on my Wakanda Forever kick so I'm imagining a very bemused Namor just looking up from under the surface thinking, "How many times is that loud ass hunk of metal going to fly over us?"

That was over the Pacific.

Same difference.

Hyde!Ghost did not pass high school geography it seems.

Is she seriously thinking about jumping into the ocean? What's she gonna do swim for miles until she can snag Ollie's ankle and drag him into the depths with her?

What do you mean she involuntarily turned back toward the exit?

Hahaha that's scary I don't like it

Hyde!Ghost is ballsy and brutal... I mean she always has been but seeing her like this is almost always daunting to me

BOONE. THANK YOU.

“When’s the last time you slept?”

“I don’t remember.”

me this past week

“Maybe. If not, we’ll just camp out until they take pity on us.”

... They will not simply take pity on you, and neither will the elephants and rhinos and other wildlife outside their border.

Boone has sunset bias.

T'CHALLAAAAA

I missed him. I've been missing him more since WF and now I get to see more of him.

The faint remnants of the heart-shaped herbs disintegrated with every step his gardeners took, trying to save anything that was left of the plant.

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked over the room once more.

Thanks to N’Jadaka, it was likely T’Challa would be the last holder of the Black Panther mantle.

Darke, I think you just illustrated the moments that spelled out his fate...

Nakia and her T'Challa 😭😭

Oh my god they think they're N'Jadaka's... like Erik Killmonger would hire a dozen ragtags and one military plane to finish off a wary Wakanda only days (from what I gather) after a deadly battle.

Oh hi Ev, our favorite Token White guy.

The other Token Whites are coming, don't you worry

EEEEEY CAVANAUGH

SHURI GETS TO SEE THEM ALL AGAIN

AND SHE FINALLY GETS TO MEET GHOST FACE TO FACE OH MY GOD THIS IS EXCITING

I love Boone being annoying right now, she's so cute

“If King T’Challa doesn’t recognize this face, then there’s a problem,” Boone mused, trailing her fingers over the scars that tracked down her face.

she's right though, how the hell do you forget a face like that...

“I’m not leaving my plane,” Jesse said before pointing at Ari, “And he can’t walk.”

“We are on plane full of super soldiers.” The Russian shrugged again, “I’m sure someone can carry him.”

Ari sent a glare her way, “No.”

YELENA

I'M DYING

and what do you mean full? There's only two of em

“Tell me someone else is seeing this,” you whispered, watching as the mirage began to fade.

“Oh, I see it,” Boone hummed, nudging you gently, “And I’m really glad you can see it too. I cannot be trippin’ balls right now.”

Don't be too glad. She hasn't slept in eons and she's arguing with voices in her head. As far as I'm concerned, she's not entirely reliable right now.

YAY Boone gets to hang out with Shuri and they can build her cool awesoma lab and they'll be best frieeends and oh my god the hell that those two can raise

“One of the first things you ever told me was—”

“Ghost,” he said quickly, “Nobody wages war with ghosts.”

OH I LOVE THIS

“Ghost is a woman?” a familiar voice shouted from behind the Dora Milaje. You winced back, cocking your head to the side before a smile spread across your face and Princess Shuri appeared beside her brother. She looked you over excitedly, “I do not believe in the gods but...Praise be to Bast! Brother—”

I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE IT

I miss happy Shuri...

I'm tempted to just skip over ollie's parts because I only want good vibes and he is the embodiment of bad vibes

Why is Ollie laughing at the thought of scaring random people at the street...

beyond deranged, this one

I feel like Ollie is constantly on the verge of just grabbing Novak and throwing him out of a very tall building... like these two cannot work with one another at all. They both clash and just prove disappointments to one another

“The question is: Is this new soldier stable? And can we bend him to our will, instead of hers?”

Stop asking questions. Those questions are scary.

The real most important question is: Why in heck are these two not giving up yet... I kinda feel bad for them, they're all exhausted

well... except for Novak... He seems well rested

Yay Alpha Two and their Wakandan Adventure: A Thrilling Odyssey

FINALLY my blorbos get a moment of relaxation. They deserve this.

“Wow!” Boone sighed from across the jet, leaning further against the window to get a better look.

“Boone,” you snapped, “Don’t touch anything.”

“Sorry.”

Boone being an excited toddler is always the best

“You could have come for help sooner.”

You shrugged, “Something we both need to work on, I guess.”

“Indeed.”

They're bonding. Two of my favorites are BONDING. I am literally vibrating with glee right now

RAMONDA 😭😭

HHAHAA the Gringos have come to bring their brother home

Boone and Ev:

Queen Ramonda, Daughter of Lumumba steals the show once again

“Mama,” Shuri said quietly, stepping toward the woman, “This is Ghost.”

“Ghost?” The Queen Mother blinked, “As in the masked madman that saved my Shuri?”

I love that she said that in English so Ghost knows exactly how she feels about her.

But then Duke akes the credit (rightfully so) probably with the goofiest grin, looking nothing like the madman Ramonda expected him, or any of them for that matter, to be

HOW DID T'CHALLA READ HER THAT EASILY

She and T'Challa are tied souls in that they are mirrors of one another in many aspects

it's great using the mirror metaphor in a more positive way now

For the most part, Hyde!Ghost was quiet in Wakanda. probably also in awe of the view

You helped him see the vengeance inside of him. And he used that to better himself.

So, what in the fuck were you doing?

Having fun, duh. That’s a stupid question.

Never mind, she jumped in quick

You sighed, shaking your head as you looked up at him, “Can you help me see it?”

it's like I can hear the hopelessness in her voice

Maybe I've forgotten some details in the past few months, or maybe Ghost is such a good unreliable narrator that even i'm fooled... but everything is kinda... falling apart from both ends isn't it?

Steve trailed off, following Clint’s gaze as it landed on a pair of redheads across the room.

Natasha and Walsh.

No fucking way.

NO THAT CAN'T BE HAPPENING

If he gets to Natasha then they're all fucking done for.

She’d hardly been able to sleep that night, the chance to finally meet Ghost and Libra and Agent Cavanaugh, after T’Challa had talked so much about them, was far too exciting.

If I were them, I'd be more excited about meeting the fucking Princess of Wakanda, probably the smartest woman on the fricking planet

They were primitive, that much she was sure about.

If it's HYDRA made, it's a lot more than primitive. it's barbaric.

AWWW YIS WE'RE GETTING CHARACTER IMPRESSIONS FROM SHURI'S PERSPECTIVE YEAAAH

The way Duke is still grinning like a child in a toy store...

AWW SHE NOTICED THE RINGS

The man’s eyes were a striking blue that darted everywhere, all at once. They took in everything, just like Ghost’s.

Not an entirely good sign... but ok

Poor Boone... how come they all coincidentally look her way when she's admiring something

Killmonger was just like them after all.

He was trained to destabilize governments, taught to kill without remorse.

They were just like him.

Oof... that's a hard pill to swallow

also, now I'm curious... what would M'Baku think of this whole situation? I feel like he's the only person in Wakanda who could wipe Duke's grin off his face.

“You fought him?”

“I tried.”

“Well, you’re not dead, so I’d say you came out on top,”

I see the bar is on the floor again...

Is Shuri starstruck?

The revelation that Ghost is a woman would definitely give her points in Shuri's book. I mean, Shuri grew up surrounded by awesome badass women, but it's still different I suppose, when it comes to women who don't come from the same place she did.

Also Darke we've talked about how Shuri and Ghost's relationship would be strained after T'Challa's passing, so I can't help think about that too, seeing the two of them get to know each other more like this

AND. BOONE.

How many other women has Shuri met who can keep up with her prowess when it comes to tech? I'm sure Shuri has received a lot of praise and credit for how she turned Wakanda into the technological superpower it is now. But considering Wakanda has been closed off from the world, she hasn't received that recognition from people who haven't directly benefited from it yet, or knew how advanced Wakanda already was before she came along.

Shuri must be beaming right now. This is recognition she most likely hasn't received before. It's coming from two women she admired, two women who were completely different from the women she knew, looking at her works as more than simply advancements for Wakanda. Like these are art.

OLIVER

TAKE YOUR EYES OFF PETER

Perhaps… Lagos 2.0. That would get her out of the way, at least, for a while.

the fucking audacity.

DON'T YOU DARE

HE'S TALKING TO PETER

PETER RUN

RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN

“Show me what you can do, and I’ll teach you everything she doesn’t know.”

IT'S A TRAP PALADIN HE IS TRYING TO TURN YOU TO THE DARK SIDE

I haven't seen Star Wars in years so I might not be referencing it right BUT STILL

NO WAY

THAT'S WHERE THEY'RE HAVING THEY'RE COOL THERAPY TALK

Captain to Captain talk in a dingy old warehouse... and then King to Leader talk NEAR MOUNT BASHENGA!?

Hyde!Ghost is ruining the moment, let Ghostie enjoy her view.

“I wish you could have been here to help my cousin. But, I fear he was too far gone.”

Right... because she has more in common with history's villains than their heroes...

Now my question is: Would she be able to help Shuri, if she had been there, with Namor?

Oh my goodness, she's opening up to someone who is practically a stranger to her?

Either she is truly far gone , or T'Challa just has that way with people.

“I have many questions, Captain,” he said, “Many start with ‘Why are you here?’ but, perhaps, I should start with ‘How did you get here?’.”

“With a plane.”

Girl, you are so lucky you're talking to T'Challa. His patience knows no bounds.

DID WE JUST GET

A DANNY FLASHBACK?

A PLEASANT DANNY FLASHBACK

OF THEIR FIRST NIGHT TOGETHER NO LESS

DARKE YOU ARE SPOILING ME. DON'T DO THAT. IT'LL GET TO MY HEAD. (and other places)

— Danny laughed again, his breath whispering across your neck as he buried his face there, “I'm not afraid to throw your pretty ass out in the snow.” —

— “You think I'm pretty?” —

— “I think you're beautiful.” —

crying screaming throwing up dying

“Listen,” T’Challa said, pressing a finger to his lips with a sure nod, “In my culture, death is not the end. And, if you listen closely, you can hear them guiding you.”

“I love your crazy ass. You can do this. We can do this together. I love you, mi amor.”

gimme a second

how dare you how fuckin dare you

how dare you give her that sliver of peace and then

and then you follow it up with Bucky losing his mind, losing his trust in everyone including Ghost

NO NO NO NO NO

NOT HIM

WHY IS HE HERE

WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE

DARKE

GET OUR BOY AWAY FROM HIM

Bucky rocked to his feet too, closing the distance between them with a snarl as he grabbed onto Walsh’s collar, “If you hurt her again, I will not hesitate to snap your goddamn neck.”

DO IT. DO IT NOW.

IT'S RIGHT THERE. JUST DO IT.

SNAP HIM LIKE A TWIG

AAAAAAAGH DARKE

I think this one's my favorite chapter... And it's mostly T'Challa and Shuri's doing.

But it could also be the most infuriating one (other than when Ollie revealed himself to be Ghost Wraith). He's getting his claws into every single one and it is terrifying.

I wish I had actually read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde so I could connect those two with Ghost and her own dark side, y'know, so I can nerd out. But my god the way you write her inner thoughts and Ghost's thoughts, the push and pull on her sanity... oh it's perfect.

That little teaser for Origins too, hehehe I'm getting too excited.

Man I love this so much Darke. And you told me earlier that you had trouble writing Wakandans. I think you did a wonderful job on all of their dialogue, especially T'Challa. You captured his calming aura, his elegance, and his reflection of Ghost so so well.

My favorite part is Ramonda calling Ghost a madman and Duke taking the credit for that madness. We love an exciteable bean.

CHAPTER 85: WAR DOGS

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around.

To all my Anonymous Avengers,

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers.

Thank you,

Darke

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

And, for a moment, a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

For a moment, the air was still.

For a moment, you felt the peace he’d told you about.

The stillness, the clarity, the calm.

The King broke the silence after a moment, “We have a saying here: Rain beats the panther’s skin but it does not wash out the spots.”

You glanced up at him, with a deadpan, “No matter how hard I try, I can’t escape who I am?”

“Something like that.”

“That is not helpful, your Highness.”

T’Challa chuckled, looking you over carefully before reaching over to wipe a stray tear that ran down your cheek, “You have to accept yourself. That is what I mean.”

┕━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┙

» CHAPTER 85: WAR DOGS

✪ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ : Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

♜♠ Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ & Tʜᴇ Sᴘʏ

⧗ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rᴏᴏᴍ

»Jᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇ sɪᴅᴇ Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

@thexbookxnerdx // @autumn-em // @fadingbakeryfarmoperator // @rhymingtree // @itsmeatballworld // @kippykasey // @turtleedovee // @kamalymaly // @onewithnomightypowers // @y-napotat // @riahmcq // @thequeenofthefallen // @jesuswasnotawhiteman // @fnnshelbys // @knowyourworth-sellyoursoul // @banbananas // @beans-and-toast // @violetvictoriabarnes // @oikawasblueearbud // @itsarussian // @mrsbarnesinmyimagination // @oopsiedoopsie23 // @luhuhzy // @heyimjustlaura12 // @moonlightreader649 // @petalren // @sighmurderbot // @soldat-petala // @useless-creature-213 // @xiyouchan // @kaiblog50 // @bookfeen // @nx-crisis // @aftermatharchives

***if you have a strike through your handle, it wouldn’t let me tag you 😞

32 notes · View notes

equallyshaw · 2 years ago

Text

toronto birthday, pt 2 to california christmas with jamie drsdale.

Warnings: angst.

Word Count: 1.9k

Part one:

Can be read as a stand-alone :)

────────────

tara sat in her mom's kitchen in toronto, and was eating a snack while she read a book. it was currently may, and the ducks were officially out of the playoffs contention, so she had been waiting for jamie to come back now that he was free to. she had missed him since she visited him for spring break, and hadn't seen him since march. delilah her mom's girlfriend walked in with coffee and she silently thanked her.

"have you heard from him?" she questioned, and tara shook her head. "he'll text, dont worry t." delilah reassured her and she smile softly as delilah walked out. her brother jonathan strolled in, stealing a sip from his sister's coffee. "ew, thats grosss." she complained, making jonathan laugh out loud. jonathan leaned on the counter across from her, "have you heard anything? z?" tara questioned her older brother and he shook his head. though he was lying, so was delilah.

tara walked into toronto cafe, later that afternoon to grab some coffee and a cinnamon roll to snack on. she sat down, texting away on her phone with her bestfriend lauren who was in on what was gonna be happening the next day. "tara?" she heard from next to her and she knew that voice. it was her ex boyfriend, erik. she looked up and it was indeed him. his eyes flickered to the empty chair in front of her and then back at her. she noticied that and caved. "would you like to sit?" she questioned and he nodded softly, not trying to ruin the moment.

"how have you been?" she asked sipping her iced coffee, and he smiled. a genuine smile. "im good, schools good. how have you been?" he asked sipping his hot latte. "its been fine, as expected." she mused, a small smile shown. "hows dad? mom? brothers?" he asked leaning back in his chair. she mirrored him, "they are good! brothers trucking away at hockey ofcourse. dad is about to celebrate hit anniversary and mom is mom." she stated. he nodded, "you doing anything for your birthday?" he questioned, curiously. she shrugged, "i haven't heard anything." she said honestly, as if her birthday was not tomorrow. "really? nothing?" he questioned, taken back a bit. "nada. everybody has been busy. though my best friend promised to take me to timmies for coffee and breakfast." she rememberd. he nodded, "lauren?" he asked and tara nodded. "well-- if you don't have anything happening...i'd love to take you out for old time sakes." he said nervously, trying to gage her reaction. she sighed, unsure. "i dont know erik.." she said looking behind him for a brief moment. and that's when she saw him. jamie.

her eyebrows creased, as the two met eye to eye. his sling completley gone, his skin golden, even more freckles kissed upon his cheeks and nose. his mouth parted, mid step; unsure if he should order coffee or leave. he wasn't meant to be seen, but he also wasn't expecting to see tara the girl he truly liked; sitting nonchalantly with her ex. her pos ex. she looked down at her coffee feeling like she had been caught red handed, she wasn't hiding anything, she didn't come with or expect to see erik. she looked back up, about to go up to him but he was gone. the sound of the door a second later. she stood up, grabbing her coffee and without a goodbye; she hurried after jamie.

"jamie!" she screamed jogging over towards him. he had his toronto car with him, and he hopped in ignoring the girl. "jamie!" she screamed again, and stopped next to his door. he didn't move, and a few seconds later he looked over at her. he saw the confusion and hurt written all over her face. "jamie." she said, defiently. he sighed, rolling down his window to reveal trevor next to him. "you fools!" she yelled, grinning. "what do you want tara? seems like your occupied." jamie said with attitude, his eyes flicking back to see erik walking out looking for tara. she looked back to and growled. "im not with him. he happened to be there at the same time i was. that's it. i would never reach out to him. i promise. im not hiding a thing!" she defended, hoping to see the genuineness in her eyes. jamie looked down at her, before trevor told her to hop in. as she did so, jamie hit trevor softly in the ribs; without her seeing.

the two boys drove her to her mom's house. she hopped out, stopping next to jamie's door. "please, just please text me so we can meet. we need to talk, talk about us." she whispered the last part. he nodded, rolling up his window and she stood there for a second, before walking towards her house. how did their relationship just blow up in a matter of 20 seconds?

—

lauren pulled up at tara's house with coffee and her sandwich in hand. tara grinned, plucking it from her hands and they drove off to a spot they used to go to during highscool. they ate, catching up as if they hadn't seen eachother in years, though it had only been a week. only a week. she asked about jamie, and told her what happened. lauren silently cursed him, he had ruined the surprised he had wrangled lauren in for her. "im sure he's fine." lauren mused, whilst typing away an angry message for him. "youre an idiot drysdale!!! you know she frequents that coffee shop downtown omg" she sent and then shut her phone.

"well lets go shopping." lauren smiled, putting the jeep in drive and jetting off. t-6 hours until the surprise. the two spent two hours paroozing and shopping at various canadian brands and some international brands. lauren splurging and buying tara a necklace for her birthday from tiffany, which the latter begged her not to. little did the birthday gal know, but that was curtesy of jamie. the two headed back to lauren's house to get ready for their dinner date that tara believed that had. she settled on a black strapless dress, hugging her curves perfectly and slicked her hair half up half down for the occasion. lauren walked up behind the birthday girl with a small bday cake, and tara smiled widely in the bathroom mirror. "awe, lauren- you didnt have to." she frowned and turned around in the swivel chair. she smiled down at the cake, illuminated with candels. "lets get a pic on the bed!" lauren said and moving into the bedroom quickly. tara chuckled, laying down halfway and posing with it. she blew out the candles, hoping that this year. her 21st year on life, would be her best yet.

—

the two walked hand in hand to the more upscale toronto restaurant. tara's eyebrows creased as lauren pulled her past the hostess, and away from the main dining area. "lauren?" tara questioned as they went down a hallway. lauren stalled in front of the door that was open, and pushed tara towards doorway. "SURPRISE!!!!" the group of friends and family yelled. tara brought her hand to her mouth, gasping and then turned towards lauren; instantly hugging her best friend. "oh my god, hi!!!!" she turned back around and waved. she found her brother's jonathan and erik, her dad and his wife. along with her mom and delilah. she made her way over to her brothers who instantly took her in for a big hug. "SO glad we pulled this off." the two brothers smiled high fiving one another. "with my help ofcourse." lauren mused, and the brothers agreed. "all they did was get the hockey dudes here." lauren grinned, pointing towards the players. tara turned around seeing jamie drysdale, trevor zegras, owen powers and hig gf, mason mctavish, brendan brisson and thomas bordealou. just some friends that jonathan had made along his journey to the nhl. who in turn, loved tara more than jonathan. much to his dismay ofcourse.

tara caught the eye of jamie and gave him a small grin, to which he returned with a smile. so maybe the situation earlier, was forgotten? "here!" lauren yelled, pushing a glass of vodka cranberry into her hand and tara rolled her eyes playfully before taking a big sip. "woah slow down there girlie!!! we dont need you passing out too early." she heard the famous and cheery voice of trevor. she turned around and stuck her tongue out. "we dont talk about that time." she playfully snarled, causing him to clutch his chest as he laughed. "not my fault your a lightweight and didn't tell us!" he defended him self and she gave him a vulgar gesture, to which he replied with a big smile. "imma leave you two to settle things." trevor said pulling jamie away from the group he was in and in front of tara. tara swallowed nervously. "happy birthday." he smiled. she smiled, "thankyou jamie." she smiled back. "liste-" "Im sor-" the two said at the time time, to which tara blushed.

"im sorry, that i freaked out. i was also nervous, because you had seen me when you weren't supposed to." he explained and she nodded. "i had no right to, and i apologize." he added and she nodded again. she leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek. "thankyou." was all she said before going around and talking to people.

it was around 11:30 when the two found one another again, on the dance floor. tara was on her 3rd vodka cranberry and was feeling it in her bones. the song 'you belong with me' was blasting, therefore trevor was belting the song along with jamie and tara on the top of their lungs. jamie held tara in his arms, in front of him as they did so. the song turned to the archer, and at the end as the beat began to up, so did the group of younglins. 'cause they see right through me' was screamed throughout the private room. lauren and tara jumped up and down, now that their heels were discarded an hour earlier. and to end the night, mr brightside played causing tara to laugh loudly. this was one of the songs that played during jamies, trevors and mason's party during her spring break.

jamie and tara looked at one another, dancing to the song. it was almost as if the final song was played in slow motion. tara at one point during the first bridge, pulled jamie in for a big kiss. with trevor and mason eyes widening, and freaking out. lauren laughed along with owen powers gf, as the two watched. the two pulled apart, smiling at one another. their breathing heavy and their hearts pounding. he twirled her one last time, and the song was over.

—

tara woke up the following morning in jamie's hotel room he had booked for the evening. she found him staring at her, dazed with exhaustion. "hi." she hummed, leaning up and kissed him. he pulled her in again, gently pulling her chin back up. "happy first full day of being 21." he whispered before pulling her in for another kiss, by her necklace but paused. "glad my money was well spent." he nodded towards the necklace. she was confused for a moment before realizing. "you cheeky boy." she grinned.

—