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supercorpkid · 3 years

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Earth anatomy is something else.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 1465.

“Hey Jamie?” You whisper to your cousin next to you, but there’s actually no need. Everyone in the classroom is talking loudly and no one can hear you, you are sure of that. “Do your moms also get a little weird for absolutely no reason?”

“What are you talking about?” She whispers back and you bite your lip thinking.

“I don’t know. Lena sometimes gets super moody and weird… Like yesterday she was watching a movie and crying.” You remember the scene of Lena with a huge glass of wine, and a couple of tissues watching a pixar movie. It was one of the weirdest things you have ever seen. “I would totally understand if it was Kara, y’know? She’s a big cry baby. But Lena?”

“I don’t know, is she on her period?” Jamie asks you and you furrow your brows in confusion. “Maybe she’s PMSing. I get like that sometimes.”

“Oh, cool.” You look at the teacher. He’s not paying attention to any of you. You go back to Jamie. “What’s PMSing?”

“What? You don’t know what PMS means?” Jamie is the overall face of disbelief. You shake your head in denial. “Oh my God, are you even from Earth?”

“Look, I’ve heard people talking about it. It’s just that everyone always assumes I know what it is, I was scared of asking the meaning.”

“Jesus Christ. You’re such a weirdo. You literally know things like quantum physics, but you don’t know what PMS means.” She laughs and you roll your eyes. “You know what, maybe I should teach you one thing or two about human anatomy.”

“I’m human.”

“Fine, Earth anatomy. We’ll go to the science lab later.” Jamie goes back to the book and chuckles, apparently to herself. “PMS. God help me.”

When class is over you go to the science lab and sit down in one of the desks while Jamie does a perfect drawing of the human body on the board. You’re starting to think you should’ve just googled the whole thing, because it’s really embarrassing not knowing half of the stuff she’s saying.

It’s weird that you don’t know, but Kara once told you that Krytonian anatomy was almost like Earth’s, but not completely equal. So, you’ve never PMSed, which basically means that you didn’t have to worry about it, up until now anyway.

“Do you have any questions?” Jamie asks and you shake your head looking at your notebook.

“Yeah, a few. Ok, so.” You read what you wrote. “Why does it happen every month? What can we do to stop it? What does cramp feel like? How does it affect your mood? Is it the same for every woman?”

“That’s a few?” Jamie sighs and you smile. “I don’t know. You don’t do anything. Feels like an alien attacking you from the inside. It varies for every woman, so the answer to the last one is no.”

“Cool. Last one.” You smile apologetic and she agrees with her head. “What can I do to help?”

“Why do you want to help? It’s normal, it will always happen.” Jamie sits next to you. “You don’t have to help everyone with everything all the time. You know that, right?”

“What? No, it’s not like that.” You try to justify and she smiles at you, way too knowing.

“Look, I know you have a hero complex…”

“I do not.” You interrupt her.

“Yes, you do. And it’s not a bad thing.” She looks at your notes and smiles. “I love to know that you’re always here to protect me, little Danvers. But there are things you can’t protect us, earthlings, from. And it’s ok.”

“Yeah. I know. Totally.” You shrug and she laughs.

“Come on, dipshit. Let’s go play games and do things your alien brain can comprehend.” Jamie stands up and you follow her.

Now you sort of understand what's going on with Lena. And when you think about the past everything makes way more sense. But you didn’t like Jamie’s answer. You don’t like the fact that you can’t help Lena in any way. If you had an alien attacking you from the inside, you would like some help. So, you do what you should’ve done all along. You google it.

There are a few tips that you could try. And other ones you will never ever want to remember again. But either way, that helps you understand your mom a lot more.

When Lena comes home later that night, you’re already by the door with a glass of wine for her. She furrows her brows at that.

“What did you do?” She looks around. “What did you break?”

“What? No! It’s nothing like that, I just… You look like you had a rough day.” You say offering the glass and she finally takes it. “Are you ok?”

“Are you?” She asks back and you smile taking her bag from her hands and putting in the hanger close to the door. “Baby, what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” You look at her with your x-ray vision. “Does your feet hurt?”

“No, it’s…” She seems to acknowledge them for the first time today. “It actually does.”

“Yeah, here. Let me take off your heels.” You help her out of her shoes and she smiles at you.

“Ok, this is lovely. I’m still suspicious though.” She takes off her coat and you walk close to her to the living room. “I did have a rough day. I have the most horrible…”

“Cramps!” You say looking at her again, and she agrees slowly. She sits back on the couch with a loud sigh, and you mentally revisit your list of tips. “There’s a pressure point.” You kneel in front of her. “Right here.”

“Ok.” Lena says looking at your hand not moving on her calf.

“Oh, I shouldn’t press it. I don’t want to hurt you.” You say and she moves her hand to the spot you’re showing so she could press it herself. “Did it work?”

“Not really. But it was worth the shot.” She drinks a little more. You get up quickly and use your super speed returning a few seconds later. “Hot towel. This pill is supposed to work very fast. Oh, and…” You run one more time. Lena didn’t even have time to blink yet and you’re back. “Hot water for your feet.”

You place a bowl of water on the ground and she puts her feet inside. She accepts the pill you’re giving her, drinking it with the wine, and the hot towel, placing it on her pelvis. You make a mental note of that.

“Ok, I forgive you.” She exhales and lays her head on the pillows behind her.

“For what?” You ask, taking the empty wine glass from her hand and putting it on the table next to you.

“I don’t know, whatever it is that you’re trying to apologize for.” She smiles and you sit next to her.

“I promise I didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just… Well, I guess I’m sorry I never did this before on your periods. I know they suck.”

“How do you know that? You’re not supposed to have them.” She looks at you worried.

“Oh no, I don’t.” You ease her mind and she lays back. “I had an Earth anatomy class with Jamie, and she told me all about PMS, and periods, and cramps.”

“Fun stuff.” Lena smiles and you agree with your head. “Why is that, exactly?”

“Cause you were crying over a cartoon movie last night.”

“Oh, because I don’t usually cry?” She asks and you shake your head. “For your information, I cry a lot.” You raise one brow. “Don’t give me the eyebrow raise. That’s my move.” You laugh at her. “I do cry. I just don’t cry as much as your momma.”

“Yeah, duh. She’s a cry baby.” You say and you two laugh.

“I appreciate the worry baby.” Lena squeezes your knee. “But you don’t have to take care of me.”

“Yes, I do.” You kiss her forehead. “You take care of me, and I take care of you. That’s what our family does, right?”

“You are absolutely right. And I’m really glad this is your concept of family.” She kisses your temple and you smile. “Now why don’t you get us some chocolates so we can watch a sad movie and cry together?”

“Can I join?” Kara asks, appearing from thin air and sits on the other side of Lena. “I love movies to cry.”

“You don’t say.” You and Lena share a look and a smile before you go to the kitchen to grab all the chocolates in the house, and move back to the couch to watch a movie with them. Of course that’s your concept of family, you just have to look at them to know why.

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dlwritings · 4 years

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Help in Three Phases | Tom Holland

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pairing - roommate!Tom x reader word count - 4,359 warnings - language, period talk, masturbation (f), use of vibrator, oral (f receiving), m/f sex A/N - idk I’m pmsing pretty bad and this is how I’m feeling so here we are

summary - Your period hits you in three phases, and after living with Tom for six months, he finally starts to catch on to what you need during each one.

You had been living with Tom for a long time, and you loved it. You got along really well and made the perfect pair of roommates. Growing up, the two of you had been best friends. When you wanted to move out of your parents’ house but couldn’t afford to live on your own yet, Tom felt it was only natural to offer up his spare bedroom. You’d only have to pay half the rent, and if you missed a month, Tom would have no difficulty covering for you.

There was only one problem that came from being so close to Tom, and that was your dating life. For years, guys wouldn’t approach you because they assumed you were with Tom. And when they found out you weren’t, they were scared away by the fact that you lived with him. It was completely infuriating. Yes, you had, from time to time, wondered what it might be like to cross that line with him, but you were just best friends, and you hated how much that hindered any option you had in the dating world. It grew especially frustrating during one specific time of the month.

You were two things when you were PMSing: irritable and clingy. Not a period cycle went by where you didn’t wish you were the weepy girl on her period. No. You were the pissy girl. You got mad at everything, and you knew you were the worst to be around. All of the problems started about three days before your period actually hit and didn’t end until three days later. So while most girls dealt with seven days of a period, you basically dealt with seven days of bleeding and six days of side effects. Thus, your period came in three phases.

Phase one.

The days before your period, you had cravings and mood swings. The first day you felt it coming this time around, you and Tom had just finished dinner, and you were eagerly anticipating digging into your ice cream that was waiting for you in the freezer. Only it wasn’t there. You felt your jaw and your fists clench in anger. “Thomas,” you started, “where’s my ice cream?”

“Hmm?” Tom hummed from where he was loading the dishwasher.

“Where’s my ice cream?” you repeated, turning on your heel to face him. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“You finished it two days ago,” he said.

“No I fucking did not,” you said. “I was specifically saving it for today.”

“Right,” Tom said slowly, “but then two nights ago, you got drunk and said to me, I was going to save this, but I’m gonna eat it now because -and I quote- fuck self control.”

“And you let me?” you snapped.

Tom scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Like I’m going to argue with drunk (Y/N) about whether or not she should eat her ice cream.” You groaned dramatically, slammed the freezer door shut, and stormed off to your room.

The next day, you were having a saltier craving. You were sitting in bed, watching an episode of New Girl, when you suddenly started to crave nachos. You pushed yourself out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, getting a plate from the cupboard and opening a bag of tortilla chips. When you opened the fridge to get some shredded cheese, you could feel your face grow hot in anger. “Are you fucking kidding me?” you mumbled to yourself. “This is easily the most frustrating fucking thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“What’s going on?” Tom asked from his spot on the couch.

“We don’t have any fucking shredded cheese!” you huffed. “How do we not have shredded fucking cheese?”

“Jesus Christ,” he chuckled.

“You’re going to wish Jesus Christ was here if we don’t get some shredded cheese in this house soon.”

The next day, on your way home from work, you stopped at the store to pick up some panty liners and chocolate. When you got home, you set the bag on the counter, the sound of rustling plastic peaking Tom’s interest. “What’d you get from the store?” he asked.

“Chocolate,” you said.

“Chocolate?” Tom repeated.

“For me,” you emphasized.

“Don’t you know sharing is caring?” he asked.

“Right,” you said. “Well, when you develop a uterus, consider my stash your stash.”

Phase two.

The next day, like clockwork, you woke up with an aching back, a nauseous stomach, and an immediate need to use the bathroom. This was the first part of the phase where your lack of significant other really put a damper on things. You were crabby, and all you wanted was to be held and cared for.

And after six months of living together, Tom finally started to notice your shift in mood during phase two. It wasn’t that he didn’t know you were on your period, and he wasn’t oblivious to the cranky stage that came before this one. But now, he was starting to realize just how upset you got during your period. Yes, you were still cranky, but you were also just down in the dumps. He never saw you cry, but then again, he never really saw you. You rarely left your room, but when you did, you had a permanent frown etched on your face.

Tom didn’t have any sisters, and none of his relationships had ever been serious enough that he saw a girlfriend through her periods. So, when it came to handling a girl when she was menstruating, he took advice from Harrison. After all, he had a sister. And Harrison told Tom to steer clear of you and give you space. So for that week each month, that’s what Tom did. But you were Tom’s best friend, and he loved you. Seeing you so upset and sitting back like it wasn’t happening was too difficult.

So this time around, Tom decided to change up the routine. You hadn’t come out for your ice cream yet, so he went to the freezer, got out your unopened pint of Ben and Jerry’s and a spoon, and made his way to your room. He knocked on the door, waited for your words of permission, and walked in. You had all the lights off and the shades drawn, so you were only illuminated by the TV screen where New Girl was playing. “Hey,” you mumbled. “Is my TV too loud?”

“No,” Tom said with a shake of his head. “No, I, uh, I brought you your ice cream.”

“Oh,” you said, surprise in your voice. “Thanks.”

“Yeah,” he said, walking over to your bed to hand it to you. “Do you want some company or anything?” Your eyebrows raised.

“Seriously?” you asked. The tips of Tom’s ears turned pink.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to bug you. I just thought-“

“No, no,” you said quickly. “I’m just surprised. You usually avoid me like the plague during this week.”

He chuckled awkwardly. “I guess I thought I was supposed to.”

“Let me guess,” you said with a grin. “Harrison?” Tom just smiled, so you patted the bed next to you, and he came to sit down, pulling the covers over his legs. You adjusted the hot pad on your back and relaxed again against the pillows. There was an awkward space between you and Tom, mostly because Tom didn’t want to overstep. It wasn’t that you guys didn’t cuddle, but he honest to god didn’t know how to approach you when you were on your period. What if he touched you and you just snapped?

But then he noticed how wiggly you were getting and opened his arms up. “Wanna cuddle?” he offered. You smiled gratefully and nodded, adjusting yourself again and cuddling up to his side.

“Sorry if my hot pad gets too warm,” you said.

“No worries,” he said, pulling you close to his side. “Whatever makes you feel better.” You nodded and nuzzled your cheek against his chest. Tom knew what kind of touches you liked best, so he moved his hand to the top of your head and started massaging your scalp and running your fingers through your hair. You hummed contently which made his heart feel warm.

“Thanks, Tommy,” you muttered. “I really needed this.”

“Of course, darling,” he whispered. “All you had to do was ask, and I’d be here.”

That was how you spent the rest of your free time during the week: cuddled up in bed with Tom watching New Girl. He made you dinner most days, and when he didn’t, it was because he ordered take out. 98-percent of you was thrilled, but then there were the other two. Being this close to Tom was fulfilling that desire you had for a significant other to be there for you, and it was messing with your head. You had been harboring a crush for Tom for as long as you had known him, but you had always been able to keep a lid on it. With him doing this for you, it was hard to stop yourself from bursting.

Phase three.

Your period was in the rear view mirror, but now came arguably the worst part. Because after your period, you were insanely horny. This time around, it was even worse. For that, you blamed Tom. And he may’ve been able to help during phase two, but no way were you going to ask him to help during phase three. No matter how badly you wanted to.

You got out of the shower and dried off, settling into clean sheets without putting on your pajamas. You kept the sheets off of you as you reached into your bedside drawer and pulled out your vibrator. It buzzed to life when you pressed the button, and you brought it straight to your nipples, running it over each of them until they were both hard. Then you trailed it down your stomach before pausing at your core. It was a rabbit, so it was made to stimulate your clit and your pussy at the same time. You were already clenching in anticipation as you teased yourself, letting the vibrator dance across your outer lips. Your thighs were slick with your juices, and you were able to slide the toy inside you with no problem.

Normally, you weren’t loud when you masturbated, but it took a lot to silence yourself. You often had your face buried in your pillow or your teeth biting harshly into your lower lip. That night, you were so far gone, keeping your moans quiet wasn’t exactly in the forefront of your mind. Your pussy was clenching the vibrator so tightly, and the vibrations were making your head hazy.

“Oh shit,” you breathed out. Every time you used the toy after a week of PMSing, you felt like you were in heaven. Sure, it was nothing compared to a real dick, but it sure did a damn good job at satisfying you.

You were sure Tom’s dick would be more satisfying though.

Then, you were picturing him railing into you, your face pressed against the mattress and his fingers leaving bruises on your hips. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about him while pleasuring yourself, but it was the first time his name left your lips while doing it.

“Tom,” you moaned. It wasn’t too loud, but you still forced your teeth to sink into your lower lip to stop it from happening again.

But the damage had already been done, because Tom walked right by your door when you said his name. He didn’t think anything of it, just assuming you heard him walking by and needed him for something. His light knock on the door caused your heart to race against your chest. You fumbled to get the covers over yourself but didn’t have time to turn off the vibrator before he came in. You gripped the sheets close to your chest and ignored the vibrator buzzing on the bed between your thighs. It was no longer inside you, but it was so close to your core that you were still feeling the shocks.

“What’s up?” you asked, praying you sounded chill.

“You called my name,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. You shook your head and frowned.

“No I didn’t,” you said. You knew you didn’t sound convincing. Tom furrowed his eyebrows but seemed amused.

“I swear you did,” he said. He opened his mouth to say something else, but closed it again when he heard something. “Is your phone going off?”

“What?” you said, feeling panic settling in your chest. “No.”

“Are you sure?” he said, patting his own pants pockets. “I hear something vibrating.”

“Nope,” you said, then laughed awkwardly. “You must be hearing things, Holland.”

Tom could tell you were hiding something, and he liked how flustered you seemed. It was funny to him. He took a few steps closer to you, and your body froze. “What are you doing?” you asked, hoping he didn’t notice your voice shake.

He laughed. “What is up with you?”

“Nothing!” you said. “Can’t you just go?”

“You’re hiding something,” he said. “And I only know one way to get you to spill.”

Your eyes grew wide at what he was insinuating. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “No, Tom, don’t.” He ignored you and jumped on the bed, gripping your hips over the sheets and tickling you. “Tom!” you said, trying to wiggle away from him while still keeping your body covered.

And then, he felt it.

The vibrator buzzed against his knee causing him to stop his actions in their tracks. You were mortified. Tom didn’t look at you. Instead, he looked down at his knee as if trying to stare through the sheet to see the toy in question. You didn’t know what to say. You were busted. There was no way around it. How were you going to talk your way out of this one?

What you hadn’t expected was for Tom to grab your sheet and pull it off your body. You were frozen in shock as you watched him. His eyes were still fixated on the vibrator, now noticing that it was covered in your slick. When he finally looked at you, you realized his pupils were so blown that his eyes looked black. You were waiting for him to say something or even leave the room in disgust. Instead, Tom picked up your vibrator and turned it over in his hands, not at all seeming to mind that it was wet.

“Do you think of me a lot when you do this?”

You opened your mouth and closed it again, and Tom surprised you by pressing the vibrator against your clit. A choked out moan passed your lips and your hips lifted. “Answer me,” he said.

“Yes,” you cried. “Yes, I do, Tom.” He pulled the vibrator away, and you whined at the feeling. He looked up at you again, and you felt embarrassed tears come to your eyes as you closed your legs and covered your chest with your arms. “I’m so sorry,” you said. “Please, please just go, and I’ll never-“

“Open your legs.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to process what he said. You looked at him and saw he was staring at your body.

“What?” you said. Tom lifted his head to look in your eyes, and his expression softened.

“You tell me you don’t want my help,” he said, “and I’ll go. But-“ He cut himself off, needing to clear his throat to stop his voice from cracking. “-fuck, let me help you.”

Instead of answering him with words, you moved your hands from your chest and spread your legs apart. Tom wasted no time situating himself between your legs, your vibrator still in his hand. He licked his lips before bringing the toy to your cunt, pushing it inside you inch by inch. His mouth watered at how eager your pussy was to take the vibrator, and he imagined how tightly you’d squeeze his cock.

The smaller part of the vibrator pressed against your clit every time Tom pushed the toy inside you. He worked it slowly, and you were writhing on the bed above him. You both jumped when his finger hit one of the buttons, and the vibration setting changed. “How many different vibrations are there?” he asked you, not taking his eyes off your cunt.

“Uh, huh, 30,” you stuttered.

“30,” Tom repeated, like he was testing the number on his lips. “‘S a lot.”

“Mhm,” you hummed.

“You use them all?” he asked.

“Not all the time,” you managed to say. He pulled the toy out of you until just the tip was inside. You whined and tried to lift your hips, but he put his arm across your stomach to stop you. He pressed the button again, trying out another vibration. He kept clicking until he stopped on one whose pattern and intensity intrigued him.

“You like this one?” he asked. He sounded genuinely curious, but you were too focused on the fact that Tom was holding a vibrator against your cunt to answer him in any significant way.

“I like them all,” you said. Your eyes were closed, so you couldn’t see the smirk that danced across Tom’s lips. He thrust the toy inside you causing you to cry out in pleasure. Every time he pulled it away and the small part left your clit, you wanted to beg him to put it back. He always did. His thrusts were slow but rough, pounding the toy inside you so it hit the right spots each time.

When you could feel yourself getting close to the edge, you bit your lip to stop yourself from saying something you might regret. Tom noticed.

“Wanna hear you say it,” he muttered, pulling the toy away from where you wanted it most. You forced your eyes open to see Tom was biting his lower lip. His pupils were still blown, but his expression was soft, almost vulnerable. How was he the vulnerable one right then?

You knew what he wanted, and when he pushed the toy back inside you, his name fell from your lips. With a few more thrusts, you were cumming. You grabbed Tom’s hand and forced him to keep the toy in place, the vibrations destroying your clit in the best way possible. Your moans were so wrecked, and the way you called Tom’s name like a prayer made his already hard dick throb in his sweats.

When he pulled the toy out of you, he noticed the way your pussy clenched around nothing. He shut the toy off, and you kept your eyes closed, trying to catch your breath. You were so focused on coming down from your high that you shrieked when you felt Tom’s mouth on your core. “Tommy,” you moaned, gripping his hair in your hands. He lapped up your cunt, savoring each drop of your cum like he wouldn’t let any of it go to waste. He could tell by how you wanted him to use the toy that you needed clit stimulation, so he gave you that. He rolled your clit with his tongue, pressing down on it with just the right amount of pressure. Your thighs started squeezing his head, but he held them apart, growling in warning against your cunt. You cried out, begging him for something you couldn’t quite word. Whatever it was, he somehow knew, because he had you cumming again in just the right number of minutes. He let you savor it; he didn’t rush it.

You looked down at him when he pulled away, and you noticed his lips were coated in your orgasm. You smiled in embarrassment as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He surprised you when he started kissing up your body. His lips stopped at your jaw, and he pulled back to look in your eyes. You stared at each other for a few moments before you both moved a fraction closer to each other to close the space between you in a kiss. It wasn’t as desperate and needy as you expected it to be, and you hoped and prayed that this meant something to Tom like it did to you. He broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to yours. “You say the word and I’m done,” he said. “No pressure. No obligation. No-“

You cut him off. “Fuck me, Tom.” The corner of his lip raised into his cheeky smirk, and he kissed you again. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised by the affectionate action, but you loved it. You kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his waist and rubbing your core against the bulge in his pants. You gripped his t-shirt in your fists and tugged it up his body until he pulled away and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the side. He sat back on his heels and tugged his sweats and boxers down at the same time, moving around to take them off completely. His dick was even better than you imagined it might be. He was the perfect length, and he was thick, the tip red and already leaking precum.

“Shit,” Tom muttered. “Do you have a condom?”

You sighed. “No.”

“Alright,” he said. “I’ve got some in my room.”

“Mm, okay,” you hummed, pressing your thighs together. “Hurry back.” You moved your hand slowly down your stomach, then traced up and down your thighs. You swore you’d never seen someone move as quickly as Tom did then, jumping off your bed and rushing out the door. When he came back, he already had the condom packet open, which made you giggle. He grinned and got back on the bed, rolling the condom on his length with a satisfied sigh. You thought he would push into you right away, but instead, he brought his lips down to yours again. He didn’t quite let them press together, just hovered over your lips before kissing across your cheek and to your ear.

“Tell me, love,” he said. “What do you think about when you think of me?”

Your breath caught in your throat as he lined himself up, letting the tip of his cock brush against your clit. “Ah, fuck,” you breathed out. “Hard and fast. Choking me. Pulling my hair. Fuck-” Tom thrust into you without warning, giving you no time to adjust before pounding into you. He watched your eyes roll to the back of your head as your mouth gaped open. Your head almost hit the headboard with the force he was fucking you, and the room was full of your moans and slapping skin.

Tom surprised you when he pulled out of you so he could turn you over and slam into you from behind. He pulled you up by your hair so your back was arched, and you cried out in pleasure. “Yes,” you screamed. “Just like that, Tom. Fuck!” He pulled you up even more so your back was flush to his chest, and he moved his hand from your hair to your throat.

Again, better than you imagined.

He cut off your airflow just enough to make your head feel hazy. “You like that?” he muttered in your ear. “Fuck, you’re squeezing my cock so tight, you must love it.”

“Tom,” you gasped out.

“You gonna cum for me, darling?” he asked. You nodded as much as you could, and Tom pressed a little tighter against your neck. “Cum for me. Cum all over my cock.” You moaned, your voice cracking as you did so. “Fuck, yes,” Tom said as you milked his cock. “‘M gonna cum. Oh fuck.” With a few more thrusts, Tom spilled into the condom, his hips stuttering as he finished. He pulled out of you as you collapsed onto the bed with a sigh. You laid in bed, your eyes closed, as Tom fell beside you. He took off the condom and tied it off before throwing it in the trash beside your bed. You were both breathing heavily, and neither of you knew what to say or who should speak first.

“Wow,” you finally said.

Tom chuckled. “Yeah. Wow.” You turned your head to look at him, and he did the same. Tom licked his lips and darted his eyes between yours. “So, what, um-” He hesitated. “What do we do now?” You swallowed thickly and stared up at the ceiling again. This was it. This was when you had to lie and say it was just sex, because you were sure that was what he would want.

Tom seemed to read your mind. “Maybe this isn’t the right time to say this,” he said, “but I really like you, (Y/N).” You looked at him again and saw how small and nervous his smile was. “You’re my best friend, but, but I’ve felt more than best friend feelings for you for a long time now.” You turned on your side and faced him.

“Really?” you asked, reaching over to stroke his cheek with the back of your hand.

He chuckled and mirrored your position. “Yeah, love. Really.” You smiled and leaned over, pressing a kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, you were still smiling.

“I feel the same,” you said. He smiled and turned you over so you were on your back and he was hovering over you again. He peppered kisses all over your face until you were a giggling mess under him. “You’re so weird,” you said. “How can you go from choking me to this in a matter of minutes?” Tom’s expression shifted a bit, and he brushed his fingers lightly across your neck.

“That was okay?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “More than okay.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled him close to you again. “Just so you’re prepared, my sex drive after shark week is always crazy high. And choking-” You brushed your lips across his. “-that’s just the beginning of what I’m into.”

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#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland smut #smut #marvel

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not-close-to-straight · 3 years

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Random Wanda Vision Thoughts--

Episode 1: I am an emotional bitch crying at Wanda and Vision saying “i do” at the end of episode 1, like can these babies please catch a break? they just want to be happy.

Also Agnes and the 70′s show mom are my favorite wtf.

STARK TOASTERS I SEE YOU.

WHO IS WATCHING THEM WTF

Episode 2:

Dottie should die, she seems like the type who needs gently run over by a bus

WHO IS IN THE RADIO

Elizabeth Olsen is so cute in this, absolutely adorable

IS THAT DAVID SCHWIMMER PLAYING THE PIANO

Vision is drunk from getting gum in his gears, I’m actually cackling right now.

Tiny bit culty with the “for the children” thing, huh? Yikes

BABY BUMP!

Some creepo decides to get in on their world and Wanda literally went “i think the fuck not, let’s try this again and this time in technicolor”

is that the cop who asked out Ant Man on the radio?

The difference in “sitcom” Wanda who is happy in her world and “real life” Wanda when she realizes something isn’t right is honestly astonishing and Grade A Face Acting. See what happens when they let women do more on screen then walk around in tight clothes with full lips parted in a sexy pout?

Episode 3:

Seventies Vision’s hair is ENDING ME, I can’t even deal with that.

IT HAS TO BE DAVID SCHWIMMER except he looks like “russ” from friends instead of “ross”

Poor Vision is not handling impending fatherhood well

COMIC BOOK NAME DROP BILLY AND TOMMY I LOVE IT

Poor pregnancy fritzing Wanda. DID WANDA JUST GLITCH A TIME ERASE AND NOT MEAN TO? Listen, I did not expect to love them as a couple this much. EW HER WATER BROKE OMG

A STORK

Oh Wanda, poor baby she’s so afraid, I write way too much fan fiction about how all these characters are secretly terrified to go through life alone to be okay with this.

Why did I start crying immediately when the babies were born, I’m too emotional for this. She is so beautiful and Vision is so soft meeting his son as himself, oh my gosh. THE TWIN SCREAMS while the other twin comes omg this is Grade A Sitcom bullshit.

The doctor knows something is Up and so do Herb and Agnes. *don’t be suspicious, don’t be suspicious*

...have we actually seen Ralph and I’m just blanking on it? WHY DON’T THEY LIKE GERALDINE? WHO IS SHE?

Oh no i’m crying again over pietro and the sokovian lullaby. Don’t let me watch this while I’m PMSing wtf this is torture. GERALDINE KNOWS ABOUT ULTRON

OH SHIT WANDA IS PISSED LOOK AT THAT DANGEROUS LADY. that head tilt is fucking lethal.

I love agnes oh man. I know because of spoilers she’s something of a bad guy? but I love her

WHAT HAPPENED TO GERALDINE OMG DID WANDA KILL HER

Oh no, not dead. Just kicked tf out of the bubble. I just realized the symbol is for Sword. Is this some sort of experiment to keep Wanda contained post Endgame? I should have read more spoilers, I’m fucking confused.

Episode 4: OH HOLY SHIT IT’S MONICA RAMBEAU AND IT’S POST EG SNAP OH MY GOSH SHE HAS NO IDEA SHES BEEN GONE FOR FIVE YEARS MY HEART IS BREAKING MY HEART IS BREAKING I CAN’T TAKE IT

It IS the cop that hit on Ant Man! WHAT DO THEY MEAN WESTVIEW DOESN’T EXIST

Oh it’s Darcy! Damn straight it’s Dr. Lewis. How very shocking, a woman was the one to show a room full of Ridiculous Men what’s going on?

ZOMBIE VISION OH MY GOD “no we can’t” oh man she is starting to CRACK and Vision knows something is wrong OH NO

At this point I should point out that I am 1000% surprised at the quality of the show and 1000% pleasantly surprised by how much I’m enjoying it. The bar for Wanda’s character development was literally subterranean, but this is has been frankly sort of amazing??

Episode 5

Agnes asking about “taking it from the top” WHAT. I love so much the way the characters “break character” it’s so interesting and well done! WHY IS WANDA LYING TO VISION.

WHERE IS RALPH

oh my god the babies are children now?? why isn’t agnes noticing?? THEY’RE SO CUTE I COULD CRY ALL OVER AGAIN

I do not. trust. hayward. Why is he asking about Wandas nickname? Monica knows whats up-- she knows Wanda is grieving and hurting.

THE VISIONS CORPSE WHAT? WHAT IS WANDA DOING OH MY GOD SHE STOLE VISION. Vision has a living will? Don’t you have to be human for that? Are you telling me the woman that loved Vision would straight up ignore his wish to not be turned into a weapon after his death? I have a hard time with this.

Oh no Vision is starting to worry me. He’s onto Agnes, he’s noticing Wanda getting careless...the boys are adorable though. Good on Agnes for not even flinching.

DAMN RIGHT WANDA COULD HAVE TAKEN OUT THANOS LETS HAVE SOME RESPECT PEOPLE. Also, why is Monica being sketchy about Captain Marvel?

EMAIL ALERT EMAIL ALERT “none of it is real.” oh my god what is happening?!?!

“Is this yours?” OH MY GOD. “This will be your only warning” she is so unafraid and I love her for it. I love her accent coming back when she breaks characters LOOK AT HER TURNING ALL THOSE MEN AROUND I LOVE HER.

“Fix the dead” oh my god the shock on her face. The absolute irony of her trying to tell her boys there’s rules when she’s writing the playbook as she goes. Oh my god. “Can’t I?” Jesus, then the credits start rolling because she wants the episode to be over but Vision won’t let her OH MY GOD. My heart is breaking

WHAT DOES IT MEAN SHE DOESN’T KNOW

SHE RECAST PIETRO

Episode 6

OOOOH look at the classic costumes! Pietro is slaying me. I mean, it’s the wrong pietro but its still very funny. The way Vision calls her out and then plays it off is.... spooky. She is fully aware thats not her brother. “Be good.” holy shit.

Look at me not liking Hayward again. “which one is the sassy best friend” i feel like that’s....racist. “don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward” DRAG HIM SIS

Listen Uncle Pietro being a little shit head is my favorite. I use the OG Pietro in my fics but this one is hilarious.

Vision lied about being on duty? Yikes. The one house where people are stuck in a loop? YIKES. Its crazy how everyone is starting to be super aware of Wanda pulling the strings--MAGIC CHILD OMG.

Whats past ellis avenue? Is that the limit of Wanda’s powers? I don’t super understand how Vision has his powers if he’s technically dead. HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT THE AVENGERS ARE she really just gave him enough life to exist just barely. Agnes knows he’s dead so she wasn’t snapped??

Agnes’s witchy laugh while dressed like a witch is legit awesome. We call that FOREEEEEEEEESHADOWING! Oh and there’s Ellis Ave. Got it.

Monica’s blood is changed?? Idk how to feel about Black Character willing to die for White Charaxter? I mean I know Wanda should be Jewish but still. Uncomfortably close to icky tropes but maybe I’m reading too far into it.

YIKES where was she hiding the kids till now? How’d she do all this? “I’m not a stranger or your husband” YIKES.

OH MY GOD DEAD PIETRO

OH MY GOD VISION STAY IN THE BUBBLE SOMEONE SAVE HIM SAVE HIM OMG BILLY CAN HEAR HIS DADDY DYING SAVE HIM

“The people need help” oh Vision you are truly Worthy

She literally expanded her world to save him omg

DARCY WHERED YOU GO geez look at power of this girls mind it’s about damn time we got a glimpse at just how intense her powers are

Season 7

Ok is this like a reality show? Oh man she is GLITCHING.

Oh no it’s just Wanda not Wanda vision cos she feels alone? So sad. She really is losing it isn’t she and not in a “lol how awkward” sortnof way but in that truthful hard to watch way that so many of us feel when we’re at the breaking point

“I actually did bite a kid once” I literally ugly laughed right there

I KNEW I COULDNT TRUST HAYWOOD

It’s so nice to see Darcy used in a real way. Her character was totally wasted in Thor

The way Wandas little interviews get more and more sad :(

Uhhh what does that mean Agnes is quiet on the inside? Again with the Ralph thing. I’m starting to think there’s no Ralph at all??

LOOK AT THIS GIRL WITH HER SPACE ROVER . She’s got that same look of determination her mama had. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER WHY ARE HER EYES BLUE

“....soooo Wanda killed me?” I’m ugly laughing again and I shouldn’t be but the comedic delivery is excellent. The whole “office” vibe with the cameras is making an otherwise devastating episode fairly funny

LOOK AT THIS GIRL STANDING UP TO WANDA we love a sharp cheekbones beauty

“Maybe I already am” I mean, I would have loved to hear that post Ultron when for some reason everyone blamed Tony for everything?? But hearing it now is just horrifying and I hate it

Oh vision deciding to go get to his wife is beautiful.

WHERE ARE THE BABIES WHERE ARE THE BOYS OH MY GOD IM FREAKING OUT WHAT BASEMENT THATS NEVER GOOD

Uh hey what the fuck is up with Agness creepy basement of horrors??

AGATHA HARKNESS OH MY GOD

This song is a BOP wtf she deserves an Emmy for this shit

Snoopers gonna snoop what?

Episode 8

Of course it’s Salem, where else would a witch story start

“They simply bent to my power” What a queen

lmaoooo THAT ACCENT COMES AND GOES Agatha really said what we’ve all been thinking

Wait so Wandas power drew Agatha in? I thought maybe Agatha trapped her here?? SHE DOESNT KNOW WHAT WANDA IS

THE BABIES

Oh ouch this trip down memory lane is gonna hurt me isn’t it?

Oh no her mama I’m dying inside send help. The TV sitcoms. Oh my god is this her last memory before her parents died. HELP ME I CANT WATCH THIS

Oh my god, she had powers when she was little?? SHES NOT AN EXPERIMENT???

Listen I generally think telling a story retroactively is lazy writing? Just give us a well developed story the first time?? But this is BRUTAL and brutally well done.

SHE SAW HERSELF IN THE MIND STONE???

Would it have been so difficult for them to give us even a PEEK at this version of wanda vision in CACW? Marvel has the worst habit of just popping up like “oh hey these two love each other all the sudden with no real reason for it” but this is wonderful. So much character development.

Oh listen to this woman begging to be able to bury her husband omg. WAIT SO SHE DIDNT BREAK IN AND TAKE HIM?? WHAT ARE THEY DOING TO VISION?? DID HE PUSH HER INTO THIS PSYCHOTIC BREAK?? HE TOTALLY PLAYED HER INTO RECREATING VISION SHE JUST WANTED CLOSURE. He literally showed her visions dismembered corpse and said “say goodbye” I will kill this dude wtf

“I can’t feel you” guys I have to pause this so I can cry for a minute

“I can’t feel you” and then she leaves. Totally alone in the world. My heart is an empty husk.

Why the house though? Why west view?

OH FUCK ME UP ARE YOU KIDDING ME VISION WAS GOING TO BUILD THEM A HOUSE I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE

It’s not even real vision? Just the projection of her broken heart? “Welcome home” I am broken. Physically broken.

CHAOS MAGIC

SCARLET WITCH

I CANNOT

OH MY GOD WHITE VISION??? NO NO NO

#WandaVision

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girrrllll can I please have some hc for mitsuhide, kenshin, masamune, and hideyoshi with PMSing mc? I’m dying inside help plz🙏thank you very much have a great day

Big mood right here! I’m in my PMS stage and I hate it >:(. At least I could imagine beautiful warlords doting on me to ease my woes lol >//< I hope you enjoy!

Mitsuhide- Mc walked down the hallway, putting her hand on her gut bc girl was in some menstrual discomfort. Mitsuhide, noticing the troubled look on mc’s face, walked up to her, asking “Is walking tiring you already, little mouse?” Mc replied with a snippy “No, I’m fine.”, right after getting a bad cramp and holding in a cry while putting her arms in front of her abdomen. Able to deduce that this was a part of mc’s PMS but didn’t say anything besides giving her a kiss on the forehead and saying “Well at least you have a short work day.” “Wait no I don’t.” but Mitsuhide was already walking away. Shortly afterward she was asked to go to Nobunaga’s tenshu. “It occurred to me that you were scheduled to take a break today. Under my direct order you are not allowed to carry on any tasks today and will be under the care of- “ “Don’t tell me Mitsuhide set this up. I’m telling you I’m fi-nnneee”mc, being interrupted by another wave of cramps. “I’ve just seen enough evidence that you are not allowed to work for the rest of the day. Mitsuhide is waiting for you and will care for you.” Annoyed that now her boss knows she’s PMSing, she threw open the door to Mitsuhide’s room ready to give him a piece of her mind but was met with a relaxation resort. Futon laid out, a hot cloth to be a heating pad, and incense making the room its own safe haven. Mc started to tear up before Mitsuhide pulled her in the room, insisting for her to relax and let him take care of her. Be prepared to fall asleep as he plays with your hair.

Kenshin- Avoided women like the plague most of his life until he fell for mc and got together, so he keeps freaking out every month until he realizing PMS does not equal medical emergency.Takes it back that women are weak and fragile when he learns that every month their organ goes on a crazy rampage and they’re just considered natural and put up with it until they get old. Asks if there’s a cure in the future but learns there’s only meds to help decrease discomfort. “Sasuke make a PMS medicine or I’ll kill you.” “Aye aye captain.” (only was able to make pain relievers so overall success). Still doesn’t have tact when asking “Are you on your PMS/period stage?” when mc is irritated, crying, or in discomfort (he’s just genuinely asking so he can help do not hit him). Keeps a mental note of mc’s comfort foods so he can bring them to her and makes her take a break from work because one time mc got a cramp while carrying a vase and hunched over tearing up and that was the breaking point for mandatory no heavy/physically stressful activities. Good at massages and will make mc’s back and tummy feel so much better. Bunnies are definitely the best heating pads and destressers for mc.

Masamune- Probably that one guy that goes “We’re in this together! UterUS!”. He’s a master of comfort food of course. After describing chocolate and other sweets from the future, he’s gotten good at recreating sweet warm comfy foods for mc to consume. Thinks mc is a brave trooper for having to deal with a painful, uncomfy organ for a week every month and will assist his brave kitten with whatever tasks. Will rub her tummy when it feels bad, joking that he didn’t know that he had another Shogetsu. Good at making her laugh and relieving her irritability by being his usual entertaining self and reassuring her that it’ll be over soon. If she starts feeling bad while walking he’ll just scoop her up with a toothy grin and rush her to where they need to be, even if it’s to the war council with no shame both to keep her from cramping up too hard and to distract her from the pain while making her laugh. Would probably “innocently” suggest a hot makeout session to distract her and make her feel better (no harm in givin it a try 😉).

Hideyoshi- Not very shocking that he’d be ultimate caregiver. As soon as mc shows the very first sign of PMS he will just go “Okay you’re off for the rest of the day.” and will not budge on that claim. He will be damned if he sees mc get hurt by working too hard with a beast of a uterus. Will make the most warm, filling food that puts mc’s gut at ease. Will literally try to do all mc’s work bc he knows she gets more irritated and stressed during PMS but will be sneaky about it so she doesn’t feel bad. Will allow mc to have SOME konpeito to eat through the day to comfort her soul. Will give heavenly massages that will make mc almost cry bc of how relieving it is. Will give mc a warm cloth and change it out frequently so mc has a constant heat source over her murderous organ. Will fret over everything as though mc hasn’t been through this before. “Are you sure you’ll be able to do that?” “I don’t want you to overexert yourself mentally or physically.” Is normally met with mc saying that if she’s been able to deal with school and work since she was a young teen she will be able to manage and knows how to deal w/ it. Boi is just tryna help and is a total worrier but he trusts mc’s judgement while also just watching cautiously with some good herbal tea to soothe mc.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen hc #ikesen headcanon #ikesen mitsuhide #ikesen kenshin #ikesen masamune #ikesen hideyoshi

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If this is too much, just ignore it (pls, don’t kink shame 😙✌🏻blame my hormones because I’m PMSing BADDD). Dark!jim has a blood kink, so he loves when you’re on your period. Not just for the sex, he likes to make you feel vulnerable and ashamed about your state. You’re not allowed to use tampons or pads. He threw all your panties and your only protection are the tiny shorts he likes you to wear. ‘Jim, please, you know how bad are the first couple of days. At least let me...’ ‘Don’t start again with that. Do you want me to repeat your punishment from last time?’ He loves how easily he can make you cry. How as much as you pretend not to like it when he orders you to sit on his lap and starts running the pads of his fingers over the constantly damp and stained fabric, you end up clenching and gushing all over him, ‘aw, look who made a mess again. You just cannot control this little hole of yours, can you?’ You know your morning will start with his head between your thighs, licking everything clean so you don’t complain about feeling dirty all day. He simply adores your whimpers of pain and those tears running down your cheeks when you are asked to f*ck yourself with his favorite dildo just for his visual pleasure. Also, he can bend you anywhere or take you in the middle of night knowing he’ll find you wetter and warmer than usual. He knows you secretly love all of it. (Sorry, my mind flew).

oh my 😳

i do appreciate the twist of wanting this w jim rather than michael or vampire!michael 😳

there are bits of this i can get on board but id be 😠 if he got rid of my tampons or pads smh

also this might be my bias but i feel like dark!jim would love it if he got rid of your period 🤰🏽 if you know what i mean 😌

anyway, no kink shaming. not exactly something that excites me entirely but i appreciate you sharing.

#dark!jim

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tylergparker · 4 years

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{ malnati task #5 - you’ve got mail ( 1 of ? ) }

summary: unsent letters written “to Dylan” that are sort of kind of disguised diary entries. written over an extended course of time after Tyler moved to Chicago; dated accordingly. mild, just to be safe tw's: teen pregnancy, underlying hints of depression

Letter #1 : ( September 30th, 2014 - Tyler was 16 years old )

Dear Dylan,

Mom’s pitiful attempt at helping me deal with everything is having me see the school counselor at this new school in Chicago. Mrs. Dayton suggested that if I didn’t want to ‘formally journal’ that writing letters to people I have strong feelings to share with would also help me. You were always the easiest to talk to about anything, so here we are.

Being a child of Southern California is really not working out for me here in Chicago and I’ve only been here like two months. It’s so BUSY here, so LOUD, you know? The pizza’s weird, too, but if I said that out loud around people here I really would never make friends. San Diego was so chill, and I could go to the beach whenever I wanted. I miss it. I miss a lot about home.

I miss you. The other day I was going through a box - because of course I haven’t fully unpacked yet, I’m moving as slow as humanly possible so that maybe this mistake will erase itself or something - and I found that jewelry box you made me in wood shop. It was just a stupid jewelry box, but I cried for almost two hours.

I don’t know how to DO this, Dyl. I’m so far away from what’s familiar to me. I don’t have you to talk to anymore. I have to live with this weight of having a baby eight months ago and handing her off to strangers. I can’t talk to my parents. I don’t WANT to talk to my parents. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like a whole part of me is missing. I’m sixteen years old and I feel like an alien in my own skin. My body doesn’t even feel like a body anymore. It’s just this SHELL of something that used to have a heart and soul in it and now there’s just... There’s NOTHING, Dyl. There’s nothing.

What am I supposed to do with nothing?

Letter #2 : ( November 1st, 2014 - Tyler had just turned 17 )

Dear Dylan,

Yesterday my mom took me out to dinner after ballet. Dad didn’t come. He’s still pissed at me for not going to church since we moved here. I really didn’t want to do anything this year. Celebrating myself felt like something I really didn’t wanna be doing right now.

Do you remember last year? God, I was six months along then and so, so fucking emotional. We skipped school and slept in, you woke me up with blueberry pancakes and I cried. I cried over blueberry pancakes. And then threw up about forty seconds later. Pregnancy, right?

You got rid of the pancakes and cleaned me up and let me cry on you for twenty minutes before I finally got it out of my system. And I remember specifically, that you said, “sweet sixteen is overrated anyway.” I went from crying to laughing so fast, I didn’t even know what hit me. But that was the kind of thing you were good at. You could always make me smile. Even when my mom had ruined my mood after ballet class. Even when I’d done poorly on a test and was belittling myself for it. Even when I was pmsing and having a fit over what I looked like and how I wasn’t pretty enough to date you (which lets for a second acknowledge the stupidity of THAT). You were always the sun for me, you brightened up everything, Dyl.

I could really use some sunshine in my life right now.

Letter #3 : ( December 11th, 2014 - Tyler’s 17; right before winter break )

Dear Dylan,

Christmas is crap. It’s absolute crap. The fight between the church and fucking capitalism is exhausting. The stupidly optimistic music is garbage. The bright decorations are overwhelming. And the feeling of fucking overwhelming sadness this year is unbelievably painful. It’s her first Christmas, Dyl. And I know you probably think that I don’t think about her, but I do. I know that you probably think I blocked her out of my mind as soon as I handed her to her parents, but I didn’t, I COULDN’T.

I carried that child inside my body for nine months, feeling everything. I endured twenty hours of excruciating labor to bring her into the world to then hold her for all of ten minutes before never seeing her again. Why is it so easy for you all to act like that’s something I could just FORGET? Like she’s not something that I wonder or worry about. Like she’s not my DAUGHTER, out there in the world somewhere, never knowing who I am or that even though I don’t know her, I’m always going to love her. Why can’t ANY of you understand that?

There’s nothing about this season that makes me happy. There’s no song or movie or gift or fucking MIRACLE that could make me happy right now. I feel hollowed out. I feel like I can’t even fucking feel ANYTHING.

I just keep wondering what she looks like. I just keep trying to stop wondering. I want to know what her parents are getting for her. I want to know what her personality is like. I want to know if she’s walking, I want to know if she’s excited about wrapping paper like babies get, I want to know what stupidly adorable Christmas dress they’re putting her in, I want to know what their plans are for her birthday next month, I want to know what her laugh sounds like. And more than anything, I want to stop thinking about it all.

Letter #4 : ( January 19th, 2015 - Sophia’s First Birthday )

Dear Dylan,

I couldn’t sleep last night. By the time my alarm was going off this morning, I think I’d already been crying for a half hour. Mom asked me why my eyes were puffy. I told her it was probably allergies.

Ballet’s not the same anymore. I SUCK at ballet now - my body can’t DO what it used to. I can’t MOVE like I could before. My body is DIFFERENT and I can’t get away from the why. I didn’t go to class today. Mom dropped me off at the studio but I felt too sick to go inside. I went to the Dunkin Donuts the next block over and there was a girl named Sophie working. I threw up twice in their bathroom.

What are you supposed to do when your life feels like this? When you feel both emotionally and physically sick all the time? When you don’t have anyone on your side to understand you or to help you?

Mrs. Dayton told me there’s books for grieving mothers. Like a fucking book is going to take away this fucking hole in my chest, this fucking choke-hold around my throat, this fucking churning in my stomach.

I wish I had listened to you, Dyl. I think that’s what I realize now. I’m not sure, but I think whatever we could’ve done together would’ve been better than this, would’ve FELT better than this.

And she’d be with me.

Letter #5 : ( June 21st, 2015 - Summer after Tyler’s Junior Year )

Dear Dylan,

It’s been a while. I didn’t really want to do these in the first place, so I think I gave it up after that last one and what getting that all out on paper did to me. But I met a boy at the library today, and he told me he thought I was gorgeous and for the whole minute and thirty seconds I actually interacted with him, all I could think of was you.

It’s been over a year now since you broke up with me, can you believe that? That ran through my mind for a moment. Then the reason we broke up did. But then everything before that came back real fast, too. Everything that was good. Like how you introduced me to the music that’s now my favorite. Like how your arms felt around my shoulders when you hugged me because of how much taller than me you are. Like how you helped your mom so much because you were just GOOD, not a bad thing about you.

I understand why you left me. I do get it. I get that it was hard. I understand that it was hard to see that we were just too young, too naive, too unprepared to raise a baby. I understand that you loved me so fucking much that you thought that that was enough to make it through anything. I understand how I felt about you, too, but that I was fucking terrified.

If it’s any consolation, that terror got traded in for guilt. It got traded in for feeling like a terrible person everyday, for feeling like I don’t know myself anymore. I’ve made so many changes to the person that I am. And while I feel more true to myself than I have in a long time, I also feel confused. I also feel conflicted. Everything is harder now, missing you, thinking about what could’ve been.

I think I was wrong before, when I said that I wish I had listened to you. It kills me to say so, but I think I was wrong. We weren’t ready to be parents, Dyl. And I struggle everyday with the fact that I have a child out there that’s mine but also NOT mine, but... We weren’t ready. Maybe you’ll see that one day, maybe you won’t.

I won’t know either way, right?

Letter #6 - ( September 20th, 2015 - Early on in Tyler’s Senior Year )

Dear Dylan,

Mrs. Dayton transferred to another school, so obviously I won’t be seeing her anymore. I don’t really like the new guy; he’s got your name, and that makes the whole thing weird.

You know what else is weird? That I’m a senior now. I’m a senior in high school, and you’re graduated, and we’re so far apart both literally and figuratively that it blows my mind.

Another weird thing: I think I’ve finally come to terms with things. Now, not everything. But THINGS. I’ve come to terms with the fact that my life as it stands - struggling with ballet but unable to give it up because of my mom, having little to no remaining relationship with my dad, talking to all of four people on a regular basis at school, wishing that things would get better but knowing that they just won’t - is just the way that things are going to go from here on out. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I have to remain a certain level of numb, a certain level of guarded, because of that. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I loved you and you broke my heart, but I also broke my own heart, too. I’ve come to terms with the fact that there’s probably no way of fixing that, I’ve just gotta live with it.

But most of all, I’ve come to terms with the fact that the choices I made at fifteen and sixteen about our baby, those were the right choices. I don’t have to be happy with them. I don’t have to enjoy them. I don’t have to feel relieved or proud of them. I’m allowed to hurt, I’m allowed to feel what I feel, think what I think, wonder what I wonder. Letting that little girl have a life that we wouldn’t have been able to give her was the right thing to do. No matter how much that may hurt. In fact, I think that’s part of WHY it hurts.

I’m not gonna write you anymore. Because I think I’ve also come to terms with the fact that whether these letters to you are REALLY to you or not, they’re not helping. They’re hurting more than they’re helping. And I’ve done enough things to hurt myself without intention, I should probably stop doing it intentionally, too.

I still hope you’re doing okay. Love you always.

#malnatitasks #tyler. | letters #so i can find them easily and be very sad later

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pnwswiftie · 5 years

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I felt owned by an employer once. He was sexist and baited me into working for him only to turn the tables and gaslight me. And to be honest I’ve never pin pointed the feeling that has sat in my gut about him until recently; until watching my idol go through the same thing on a large scale in front of the world, until what has happened, what has been happening to Taylor Swift in her industry.

Mine was a veterinary surgeon whom I worked with in the past. I left the veterinary field and started a new career. The Vet (we will call him) moved away and when he came back he contacted me with a new idea to start his own practice.

He painted me a beautiful picture of what this clinic would be like. He said he couldn’t do it without me and promised me the world. I still remember the phone call where he said the words- “you will be my practice manager, my right hand, you could run the show and have a handsome career, I’ll make sure you are set for life, you will have an opportunity to buy into the company as well, to profit share.

He offered to pay me whatever my current job paid me. I didn’t jump at saying yes. I worked so hard to be where I was and this was a big risk. My now husband was hesitant and didn’t trust him 🚩 but supportive of whatever I chose (love him). Well, im the only one of me so a month later I took the jump and put in my notice. I trusted him.

I was hired on with one other person. A male, roughly my same age, overall a nice dude. We will call him Sam. I was in charge of all operations of the front desk and all aspects of the business side of things. I started every excel sheet for income tracking, taxes, inventory. I created every document, I created the scheduling program, I set up every vendor accounts. I scanned every piece of paper that came into the clinic doors, I set up our benefits. I answered phones I handled every single client. I visited clinics and preached to people our vision, so they would refer to us (we were a referral based clinic) on my days off. I did it ALL. I also scrubbed into surgery with the Vet and Sam, as there were only 3 of us running the entire show. If the phone rang, I would answer on a headset under my face mask and handle a client or clinic call right there, scrubbed in. I didn’t mind, I felt proud to show off my multitasking skills. He would give a little wink and a joke and the validation felt nice, like I earned his approval 🚩 when I did something above and beyond.

About a year went by and I was rolling in hard earned money, that’s for sure. I was working 7 am to 10 pm some days so I always had overtime. Sam was responsible for 1 thing- patient care, and I was responsible for LITERALLY everything else you could possibly think of. 🚩Needless to say I was getting worked to the BONE 🚩 . I was cool with it tho, this is what I signed up for right? We were growing and successful and getting BUSY!

One day I accidentally found out the pay gap 🚩between myself and Sam. I had been completely naive to the fact that we were not equals, nor was I getting paid “management” but that he made SUBSTANTIALLY more than me. I gave it some energy for a couple days and vented to my husband, then I let it go. Sam was nice, it’s not his fault. 🚩Maybe he’s just worth more than I am to the company, I told myself. 🚩Maybe he has a past history I didn’t know about that made him more valuable. It definitely should have been my red flag 🚩

My relationship with the Vet was kind of like a daughter and father but 🚩 only on his terms. Fun and playful and lots of “your our boss lady!”. It would also take very odd turns, 🚩 having to do small tasks outside my morals. In the office he would call me “the office manager, the boss, it’s all up to you, hospital administrator!” yet on the phone would call me 🚩 “the front desk person” 🚩“my receptionist” to other veterinarians. It bothered me, a lot, but I pushed it away. 🚩Who am I to be that nit picky over a title? 🚩He probably didn’t mean it or misspoke, I thought.

The tricky part is that I only have little under the radar examples of his abuse. 🚩 The ones you can’t QUITE put your finger on, that you can’t QUITE justify quitting on the spot but make you feel 🚩 worthless. They continued every day. He was incredibly sweet and funny, and then 🚩condescending and cruel. It was a roller coaster to try to please him constantly. It wore on me. I came to work and to deal with it I would make lists on scratch paper. Lists of why I was starting to hate my job. Lists that I would read in the car and cry. If I wasn’t cheerful he’d come in with 🚩“PMSING TODAY?” .... I’d laugh n bite my tongue. 🚩 That’s just being friendly playful right, he knows me well enough to say that to me, we’re like family, right? But every day I felt awful. And I needed my job now, more than ever. 🚩 He knew I needed this job, too. We had just put an offer on a house and surprise! we’re now expecting a baby.

Being pregnant changed things. I couldn’t assist in surgery and xrays like I used to. 🚩He would scoff when I would have to leave for prenatal appointments. 🚩 He would be caring and kind one minute, giving me hand me down baby clothes and gifts, and then cold and dry the next. 🚩Sam could and often would sleep in and no call/no show. He would roll in at noon and jump into surgery, acting like nothing happened, they’d joke together about women in front of me and being hung over. I was 5 min late once because of a traffic jam and had to have a “sit down meeting” about attendance. 🚩 I felt so ASHAMED and EMBARRASSED. 🚩 I had never once, NOT EVER, had work problems, attendance problems, behavioral problems, in my entire history of working. This job was my LIFE. 🚩 Was something seriously wrong with me???

The last straw came when I was 6 months pregnant. He claimed that everyone was having a private “check in meeting”. He told me at mine that 🚩him and Sam talked 🚩 and agreed that I’m not the happy bubbly girl I used to be. I sat with him in the shade of a big oak tree in the grass that has since fallen in a wind storm (ironically. He said I would be getting a $1 raise and that he wanted me to take on MORE responsibility since I could no longer assist in surgery and listed basically anything he could possibly think of to tack on to my job to make up for that $1. 🚩 all I could think was... how???? I was already drowning. I finally got courage this time and said NO. My lip quivered and tears ran down my face with 🚩 stress. I brought up valid arguments but looking back I wish my voice wasnt so timid. Or that I had the courage to call out just one, ONE instance of his inappropriate behavior. But lastly, 🚩 I asked why is my title “FRONT DESK PERSON” when Sam is now “Lead Surgery Operations Director (Who Does No Wrong)??

His response sticks with me to this day. It was painful and degrading and I will never forget it. After working my ass off and building this place from the bottom, the long nights and everything I gave them... I also will never forget his 🚩 smirk . “Well you see, giving you a title like that would be like rewarding a BAD DOG with a BONE” 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩

🚩I was devastated. 🚩And confused. 🚩I’m a BAD DOG???

I stuck it out for the remainder of my pregnancy, working the 12 hour days up until I went into labor at work. I trained a new girl on every process, excel spread, schedule I had developed and created. I put on a fake smile and wrote my scratch lists and re-read my lists on the way home and cried. I couldn’t just quit. I couldn’t let my family down.

We had our baby and stared at his tiny toes and fingers and cried every single day that I may have to go back to my hell job. I interviewed for different clinics while on leave. I was desperate. The vet was on a sweet streak- 🚩 sending us gifts, having his wife cook us meals and checking in on us all the time. He frequently asked what date I was coming back. He informed me that when I came back I would need to take the later shift and give the new girl my current shift. 🚩She needed it, he said. He said we could discuss the title of “lead receptionist” now and could 🚩 continue to work towards my goal of hospital manager. 🚩 I accepted but I felt sick. 🚩 I felt like I had to go back to work for someone who I couldn’t trust. I felt like he owned me in the worst possible way. (At one time he even tried to tell me I had half of the PTO that I actually had saved up for maternity leave, another 🚩🚩🚩 but I saved my paystubs as PROOF)

Today I work for the clinic that we shared the building with. When they heard I left they immediately offered me a position. The Vet left to purchase his own facility. He acted shocked and surprised and in disbelief that I wasn’t returning. At first it was tough, not gonna lie. We literally ate noodles for a year because I went down to part time. But the bravest thing I ever did was RUN ♥️ I now LOVE my job and they treat their employees wonderfully and equally and have real life morals.

I actually didn’t intend for this to be a novel LOL but even if not a single soul reads this, it’s therapeutic for me to actually get my thoughts down after almost 6 years now. My advice is to ALWAYS trust your gut. TRUST THE 🚩 RED 🚩 FLAGS. Don’t let anyone make you question your character. Never EVER ACCEPT being controlled and manipulated against your morals. Choose the future over time spent in the past (thanks T @taylorswift) and work somewhere that respects you. That pays you FAIRLY. Don’t be afraid to TELL your story too because this has to STOP (I’ve almost deleted this whole thing 13x) If it happened to me I can’t imagine how many other women it happens to. Anyway if you read this then holy shit here’s a hug and CHIN UP YOU ARE WORTHY, YOU ARE NOT A BAD DOG. ♥️

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thelightofthingshopedfor · 5 years

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15 questions meme

tagged by @turianosauruswrex a while ago, thanks!

Are you named after someone? nope, my parents literally found my name in a baby-name book and liked the meaning (something like "of the Lord" or "gift of God").

Last time you cried? haha welllll that would probably be when Endgame came out and what I was getting from my thirdhand accounts was that not only was Loki still dead, the time travel overwrote everything, so what we were left with was a single timeline where 2012 Loki left with the Tesseract, wreaked havoc, gave it to Thanos, and died anyway, so it felt like...you know, it wasn't enough for them to kill my boy, they had to make him evil again and shit all over his memory and it seemed really awful and mean-spirited. also I think I was PMSing so that didn't help, but the result was I spent most of a day genuinely struggling not to cry. the time before that was probably back in November, the first time I walked Hazy, because she looked so much like Scully from behind and I was hit all over again with how unfair it was that he was gone and how much he'd lost over the past year or so even before he got sick. the last time I actually full-on sobbed was October 5, the day he was put to sleep. (I was also trying to get over a cold at the time and could barely talk, so the combination meant I REALLY had a terrible time making myself understood and I used up a damn mountain of Kleenex.) I really don't cry much, and maybe that's not super healthy because I hear it's supposed to be cathartic, but I don't remember ever getting that--it's just messy and I get an awful headache, and I don't so much get to a point of feeling cried out as much as I just get sick of it and make myself stop.

Any kids? lol no. not like, living human children. I do have a "my kids" tag though. and Loki is my disaster child. and some of my action figures are my kids. I always assumed I'd have kids because it's What You Do, so I don't think I realized until at least college that it wasn't necessarily something I wanted, and then I eventually realized it was something I actively didn't want. I don't mind being an aunt, but aside from not having a chance to buy some fun baby gear I've seen (like a vampire-teeth pacifier), there is literally not a single part of the child-making-and-having process that appeals to me.

Do you use sarcasm? possibly too much. sometimes I confuse older people when I say, with obvious sarcasm based on the context, that something bad is great, and then I realize I have no idea how else to convey, like, a tiny bit of dark humor about something bad, and I’m a millennial so I gotta make those Jokes(TM) to cope

First thing you notice about a person? I...don't know. this always strikes me as a weird question because it's like...you mean a random person I walk past on the street, or the first thing I notice when I actually meet somebody? it depends on the person, too, because for instance if some random stranger has really rad dyed hair, I will definitely notice that and probably compliment them.

What’s your eye colour? hazelish, which is a fancier way of saying I used to think they were green but they’re more brownish than that without being outright brown.

Scary movies or happy endings? "both is good" dot gif

Special talents? ummm. I'm pretty resourceful, is that a talent? I'm often the person who goes "oh I have that in in my purse, want to use mine?" when somebody needs a bandaid, ibuprofen, a screwdriver, fingernail clippers, iPhone charger, etc., although of course the drawback to that is I'm kiiiiind of a hoarder and I'm almost incapable of packing light. finding random Loki stuff might count as a special talent at this point, idk.

Birthplace? middle of nowhere Minnesota.

Hobbies? Reading, writing, collecting Loki stuff, attempting to customize action figures, cosplay but I'm not very dedicated or good at it, video gaaaaaames (but I’m also not very good at it)

Do you/have you played any sports? I was on the swim team in Barrow for a while but it was like...not really a competitive thing, just the next thing to do after swimming lessons. also entirely my parents' idea; I mostly hated it. (now swimming is one of the few forms of exercise I don't hate, in part because you can't feel yourself sweating when you're in the water.)

Pets? sweet but dumb Siamese-looking cat named Smocha (smoky + mocha). extremely silly, wiggly, kind of high-strung little dog named Hazy.

Height? 5' 3.75". that three-quarters of an inch is important.

Favourite subject in school? probably English because I pretty much always knew what I was doing.

Dream job? are we talking "literal dream job that doesn't actually exist because nobody would ever pay money for this" or something more realistic? because if it's the latter, I really don't know--I'd like to be a published author but not as an actual job, for instance, and at one point I thought I'd love to write for BioWare but now I think working for almost any game company would be a nightmare. if it's the former, I would like to receive a good salary and benefits to sleep as much as I want, play games, write fic, and cuddle my dog, so obviously that is never going to happen because that’s not a job.

I do not have the brain power tonight to tag anyone, sorry

#ask memes

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reid-fiction · 6 years

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The 4 Times Spencer Gives You His Jacket

In which three times mean “nothing” but the fourth time means everything.

(Gif credit to @pequish8)

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The first time it happens, you think nothing of it.

In the dead of winter, you are eternally grateful that the BAU has a strong heating system or else your office would be an ice cube. But the morning you walk into the briefing room and swear you can almost see your breath in front of your face, you know it’s going to be a long day. You wrap your arms around yourself and shiver uncontrollably.

“Why is it so cold in here?” you ask, glancing over at Garcia who is bundled up in a heavy sweater and mittens.

“Something’s wrong with the heater,” she answers, grimacing. “Someone’s supposed to be in to fix it later today.”

“I wish I’d brought something warmer to wear,” you mumble, silently cursing the thin blouse you had chosen to put on that morning and the fact that you had left your jacket in the car.

You were hoping that you would warm up as the morning went on but you managed to only get more and more chilled as the hours dragged. That was one of the things about your body; once you caught a chill, it was extremely hard for you to warm yourself back up.

Being constantly cold also made it hard for you to focus on your work. You sat at your desk, attempting to fill out a report, but couldn’t stop sniffling and rubbing your hands together as you tried to get the blood pumping again.

“You okay?” Spencer asked from his own desk.

“Are you not freezing?” you retort, raising an eyebrow. “It’s so cold in here.”

“I don’t really notice changes in temperature,” he shrugs. “My body is usually pretty good at adjusting itself.”

“Lucky you. Teach me your secrets.”

Your reply was dry, but Spencer only chuckles. He had known you long enough to tell the difference between banter and actual annoyance. He also knew that you became more sarcastic if you were too cold, too hungry or...for lack of a better term...PMSing. Instead of replying, Spencer simply shrugs off his suit jacket and tosses it over to you.

“What’s this for?” you frown.

“I don’t need it. You can wear it for the rest of the day to warm you up.”

You don’t even hesitate before pulling your arms through the sleeves, sighing instantly at the warmth left over from Spencer’s body heat, and finally relaxing back into your chair.

“Thanks,” you say, shooting him a smile. “I’ll try not to spill ketchup on it at lunch time.”

The second time it happens, you’re too shaken up to notice.

You were normally incredibly cautious on cases, especially if you were on the front lines of a potentially dangerous situation. But, you were also only human and couldn’t prepare yourself fully for every single possible scenario.

That was how you found yourself bleeding and bruised in the back of an ambulance while a paramedic tended to your wounds. It had been the fault of your own carelessness but Morgan - who had been your point man while capturing the unsub - had assured you not to blame yourself. The unsub had zigged when you assumed he was going to zag and you got caught in the crossfire. Thankfully, your external injuries seem to be nothing more than a broken rib and some lacerations, but the image that is fixed in your mind is one of the unsub on top of you, pointing a gun at your head, and telling you to close your eyes.

There had been about three seconds where you were convinced you were about to die. You had heard his gun click which was followed by a loud blast. But, instead of seeing a white light, you felt the unsub slump all of his weight on top of you. It wasn’t until you heard Morgan shouting your name and felt him roll the now-dead unsub off of you that you dared to open your eyes. You were still alive, but you couldn’t stop shaking.

Upon their arrival, Morgan insisted that the paramedics take you to the hospital but you were adamant that you were fine. The rest of the team arrived on the scene shortly after and you can see Spencer and JJ come running in the direction of the ambulance.

“(Y/N), are you okay?” JJ asks, sounding worried. “We heard that things went south.”

You open your mouth to try and answer, but you can’t seem to form any words. The image of the unsub’s gun at your temple etched into your memories. Instead, you just nod and quickly turn your head away so neither of them see the glistening of tears that are forming in your eyes.

“I’m going to debrief with Morgan,” JJ says, reaching over to give your arm a squeeze. “Reid, keep an eye on her?”

Spencer nods as JJ leaves the scene, and he sits down beside you in the ambulance. He knows better than to ask questions. You’re always quiet after a tough case, and this is not the first time he has seen you injured. It is, however, the first time that he’s been truly afraid for you. He and the rest of the team had been back at the police station when the whole debacle went down, and he only had the broken sounding voice of Derek calling for backup and the yelling of your name over the phone to try and piece together what was happening.

He notices that you’re shaking as well. Likely from left over adrenaline, as it was quite humid outside. You still haven’t turned back to look at him, and he knows it’s because you don’t want him to see you cry. Not that he would have cared at all or thought any less of you for it. But he knew how you were about showing what you thought was a weakness. Maybe someday you would sit down and tell him exactly what had gone down during this case, but he wasn’t about to try and pry it out of you right now.

Instead, he slips off the FBI jacket he had been wearing and carefully places it around your shoulders. You don’t say anything, but Spencer can briefly see your hands come up and tug the collar of it just a little bit tighter around yourself and that’s enough for him to know that you appreciate it.

The third time it happens, you’re not even awake to see it. On a long flight back from a case in California, you find that you can no longer keep your eyes open any longer. The words you are trying to read in the case file are starting to swim in front of you and you can’t help but yawn every two minutes. JJ finally looks up at you from across the aisle and smiles.

“(Y/N), go lay down and rest for a bit. We still have another 3 hours until we get back. That stuff can wait.”

Normally, you would have argued with her, but your body was screaming at you to take a nap. The case you had been on the last few days had been draining and you hadn’t gotten a lot of sleep. You knew the case files would still be there once you landed.

Nodding at her in agreement, you stand from your seat and shuffle over to the couch which is half occupied by Spencer. He glances up from his own case file when you plop down on the other end and start to stretch out.

“Mind if I snooze for a bit?” you ask, not wanting to disturb him as your feet get dangerously close to his thigh.

Spencer shakes his head, watching you as you curl your arms around the small pillow that lays near the arm of the couch and let out a contended sigh. He’s not fully aware of just how long he’s watching you, but he can’t seem to look away. He can’t help but feel as though you’re missing something; his sudden overwhelming urge to take care of you taking even him by surprise. You had mentioned to him once that you slept with multiple blankets at home because you liked to feel as though you were a caterpillar in a cocoon. Without thinking about it, he slowly eases his arms out of his sweater and very carefully places it around you, glancing up at your face to make sure his movements aren’t disturbing you. Though it isn’t large enough to cover all of your body, it’s enough to keep you warm. He knows it will help you sleep better.

When he finally sits back into his own seat, his eyes catch JJ’s only a few rows away. She is looking at him, knowingly.

“What?” Spencer asks, keeping his voice low to not wake you.

“Why don’t you just tell her and get it over with?” JJ says, shaking her head as she motions to your sleeping form.

“Tell her what? What are you talking about?”

His eyes shoot from JJ over to Morgan, who is giving him a similar look, and Spencer can feel himself growing more anxious and uncomfortable.

Neither of them say anything else and return to what they were doing, but Spencer can see that they’re both still smirking. He looks back over at you and notices that, in your sleep, you have pulled his sweater up under your chin and are cuddling into it with a dreamy smile on your face.

Something about that image makes his heart catch in his throat. The sudden thought of you cuddling up to him instead of just his sweater enters his mind out nowhere, and it’s such a strong feeling that it actually causes him to frown in confusion.

You had worked together for almost three years. Spencer found it very easy to be comfortable and friendly around you and, although he did feel a strong sense of protectiveness and wanting to take care of you, he felt that way about all the other team members as well. But Spencer could safely say that he had never once had the urge to cuddle with Morgan.

He’s suddenly thinking about your laugh and the way your nose scrunches up when Morgan makes a bad joke, and how you like to eat your lunch and read a book at the same time, sometimes concentrating so much that you miss your mouth completely when you try to take a bit. He’s thinking about how much you love animals and how you’ll go out of your way to pet any dog you come in contact with and talk to them like they’re a human being. Or how you absolutely adore Henry and beg JJ to bring him in for a visit as often as she can, and how you once went out and bought Garcia a new pack of rainbow-colored pens because you knew they were favorite and her last one had just run out of ink.

He’s thinking about all the times you’ve taken care of him over the years; how worried you looked when he was in the hospital after his Anthrax scare and how you listened so intently for hours when he told you about his mother, just sitting there and letting him vent and confess all of his fears without saying a word.

Looking at you now, all he wants to do is bundle you up in his arms and have you nap on his lap instead but he knows he can’t do that. You’re a colleague but, more than that, you’re his friend - one of the best he has - and he’s not about to screw that up because he thinks you look cute when you’re asleep. Instead, he takes a breath and wills himself to look away and go back to his reading, trying desperately to repress all of his unexpected new feelings for the rest of the plane ride home.

The fourth time it happens, it all starts to make sense.

The weather forecast had not predicted rain that day, and yet, you and Spencer suddenly found yourselves caught in an absolute downpour while you were walking home. Normally, you would take the bus or get a ride with someone else in the office, but it had been such a lovely May morning that you decided to get outside for some fresh air. Since Spencer only lived a couple blocks away, he offered to walk with you and you weren’t about to turn down his company.

Now though, you are highly regretting your decision. You hadn’t brought an umbrella with you, or even a jacket, and everything you are wearing from head to toe is completely soaked. The rain is still pelting down on both of you and Spencer has absolutely no idea what to do. All he can think of is to take off his own jacket - one he’s suddenly very thankful he thought to bring that morning - and hover it over both of your heads as best as he can, trying to shield you from the rain.

It’s not a perfect fix, but it keeps the worst of it off of you while you continue to walk - much more quickly now - in the direction of home.

Despite the situation and unexpected annoyance of having to now dry out once you got home, you can’t help but be suddenly very aware of just how close Spencer is to you. Granted, he’s trying to cover both of you with a fairly small piece of fabric, but it’s still something you notice. His clothes are soaked as well but you swear his body heat is still radiating and it causes tingles everywhere you can feel it on your skin.

Spencer is colleague but, more than that, he’s your friend - one of the best you have - and this sudden onslaught of being hyper aware of his proximity and the fact that you’re reacting with nervousness is new to you.

He’s always gone out of his way to make you comfortable - you’re weren’t blind to that - but you figured that was just his way of being a friend and showing that he cared. But then there were also the moments that you had caught him looking at you, only to turn away quickly when he was aware you had seen him. He also wasn’t much for physical contact with anyone, but you had noticed him reach out and grab your arm to steady you when you were off-balance, or offer a hand to help you get up or out of a car. He had literally shielded you with his own body on several occasions and been the first one to wish you a Happy Birthday every single year and follow that up with a very genuine hug.

As he now continues to hold the jacket over your head, you notice that his arm has come down to rest lightly on your shoulder. You imagine it may just be because he’s tired of holding his arm up, but you also know that you don’t want him to move it.

The rain slowly starts to calm down and you peer out from under the cave of his jacket to test the skies. When you’re both convinced that the worst is over, Spencer lifts his arm to take the jacket away and you surprise yourself with how disappointed you are.

Trying to shrug it off, you turn to him and laugh a bit at the state of things. His hair is clinging to his face and hanging over his eyes so much that he can barely see.

“You look like a drowned sheepdog,” you giggle.

Spencer laughs, shaking his hair out of his eyes and looking down at you.

“You’re not much better off,” he says.

He absentmindedly reaches over and gently swipes a stray piece of wet hair away from your face and you can’t help but feel your breath catch and your heart stop when his fingers brush over your skin. Spencer seems to notice the sudden switch in atmosphere as well and quickly pulls his hand back.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“Why?”

He frowns a bit. “Why, what?”

“Why are you sorry?”

“Well, I...uh, I just didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he stammers.

You pause a moment, focusing your gaze directly at him.

“You never make me uncomfortable,” you finally state. “In fact, I feel more comfortable with you than I do with anyone else.”

“You do?”

You nod. “You’re really good at reading me. You never force me to talk when I’m upset, you keep me out of harm’s way, you’re always checking up on me. I guess...you make me feel safe.”

It’s Spencer’s gaze on you now that starts to make you think you’ve said too much. But when you seem him slowly start to inch his face closer to yours, you finish he movement for him. Balancing on your tip-toes, you press your lips to his, holding them there for a few seconds before retreating.

There is a brief moment of awkward silence as both of you try and figure out what the next proper thing to say is but, to your surprise, Spencer speaks first.

“So, uh...I guess we should probably sit down and figure this out?”

You nod, smiling sheepishly and turning in the direction of your house.

“We should. I have hot tea, warm blankets and a dryer you can put your clothes in. Why don’t we start there?”

“That sounds good.”

You both start walking again with Spencer’s wet jacket now slung over his arm. It takes a few seconds but you eventually feel a hand at your side gently grazing over your own until you take the plunge and lace your fingers in between his.

You have a feeling the outcome of your conversation is going to have a happy ending.

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zeamusic-blog1 · 5 years

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3:01 am 31/05/19

i almost killed myself 3 days ago. or almost tried to at least. i also relapsed and self-harmed again for the first time in almost a year i think. well idk if you can call it self-harm, i just scratch myself as hard as i can all over my arms. doesn’t draw a lot of blood but it does leave marks for a few days. i just like how my arms literally burn afterwards and they go all red and there are welts for a few hours. it feels good. im not sure what triggered it. everything had been irritating me and getting on my nerves for the past 2 weeks, probably bc i was PMSing, but it got so dark and so deep 3 days ago. i think bc it was his birthday the day before and it just made me remember everything that happened with him. and it just made me realise that he probably has not thought of me at all in the last 2 months at least. people forget me a lot easier than i forget them. i care way more about people than they care about me. and i spent a full 6 minutes in front of the mirror that day, crying and repeating to myself “i deserve better” i deserve fucking better bc i do, i deserve the whole world. but then why does everyone leave so easily. no fight or argument, they just exit my life. like a, s, s, r, d, m, a, i, a, e, all just left me in their past. replaced me with someone else. if it’s that easy then do i really mean anything at all? surely if i was significant it wouldn’t be so simple for so many people to leave me and forget me. whilst i’m left reminiscing every day, wondering what i did so wrong and what could’ve been if i’d done something differently. i never want to have any regrets bc what’s happened has happened. but lately, i regret everything. i dont know where to start or where to end or how to sit with myself. i hate being alone. i cant be by myself, thats when everything starts going downhill. i hate how i always need someone to make me feel complete. i wish i could give all the love i want to give to someone else, to myself and be okay with just myself. but i cant. when im alone i just get in my head and then try and kill myself apparently. i was high as fuck that night and took a knife to cut open a box and i just looked down at it in my head, so light and easy, and it just struck me how fucking easy it would be to just press the blade to my wrist and drag vertically and let it do its work. but the tiny rational part of my brain was terrified at the thought and so i never got to that point. i just pressed the knife to the corner of my palm and dragged down over and over. but i must not have been pressing that hard bc i didnt cut into muscle, just split the first few layers of skin. i’ve always been averse to cutting and i guess it was my subconscious preventing me of committing it in that moment. but i came so close to drawing blood and that terrified me. the real, serious thoughts i had of just cutting open my wrists or stabbing my jugular or getting the box of paracetamol and just taking all 40 pills in there, they terrified me and i had the first ever paranoia i ever felt whilst high. the 2 days following that were just as bad, although i didnt pick up a knife or pills. just sat in my room crying for most of the day, if not the whole day. today was okay. i didnt cry until half an hour ago when i reinstalled snapchat and saw m and y had messaged me to make sure i was okay. i know there are people who care but at the same time, there’s this voice constantly saying that they don’t really care and they definitely dont care the same way you care about them. and i find myself listening to that voice a lot more nowadays. all the same, i want to talk to them. i want to reach out and ask for help and just tell someone who cares, even if just a tiny but, whats been going on and how scared and fucking miserable i am. but i just couldn’t bring myself to. i didnt want to face the disappointment of not getting the reaction i want, which i dont even fucking know what reaction i want. i also just dont want to burden them. i know they have their own shit going on and i dont want to add to that and make it worse. i just have no one to speak to at this point and i’ve never felt as alone as i have this whole week. its been really shitty, to say the least. i guess thats why i wrote this. i just had to get it out somehow and i couldnt tell people in my life so here it goes forever into the interweb. nobody’s going to read this anyway, who’s going to click on my tumblr. so i guess it’s alright. just a place for me to get my thoughts out and hopefully find a better, healthier way to cope with all this. i love you and you deserve better okay. you will be okay. help yourself. please.

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myimaginesacademia · 7 years

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Can I have hcs for how bakugo, denki and kirishima would react to coming home finding their s/o sobbing, like full blown heartbreaking sobbing, but then find out it's because she's pmsing? (I get like that so bad the week before, and it sucks)

I’ve been there too oh gosh;^;

Bakugou Katsuki

Let’s be honest here. Bakugou isn’t really that good at showing concern or being affectionate. Especially after he’s had a tiring day, even more so if anyone had made him pissed off during said day. But really, he gets pissed at everything I’m not even sure what counts anymore lol

So don’t expect him to rush to your side or act all worried or anything cheesy like that. I mean, yeah, he is concerned, he really is I swear. But he’s just not sure what to do, so he doesn’t really do anything.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Seems close enough to what he would say.

If you don’t reply, he’ll start assuming things. He’ll just sit beside you casually and give you a look that could kill, and then say, “Alright, which fucker did this to you?”

But when he finds out it’s because you’re PMS-ing, he’ll just get a little frustrated and even more confused on how to help.

Now he actually wishes that it was because of some kind of jerk, because now he’s not sure what or who he’s supposed to blow up to make you feel better.

But he’ll offer to make you your favorite food or give you a massage, or really, anything that you would ask for that he is capable of doing.

You might also notice how he’ll put extra effort into restraining his temper. He definetely doesn’t want to upset you even more.

Kaminari Denki

Denki, on the other hand, won’t hesitate ito show his concern. He’ll pull you into his arms and ask what’s bothering you. He’ll cautiously slip in some jokes that might cheer you up in between, too.

Denki doesn’t really know what to do when you tell him why you’re so upset, so he’ll just be blunt about it.

“U-uh, what should I do, then? I’m sorry, I’m just not sure what can make you feel better.”

This actually earns him bonus points because wow, are you an idiot, or do you know you’re cute?

No matter what you ask him to do, he will do it.

What’s that? You want a certain brand of ice cream that can only be found in a store that’s located like five miles away? Sure thing babe, wait here while I get you ten.

Basically anything that can cheer you up.

He’ll also ask you if you’re feeling good multiple times and suggest doing some of your favorite things, like watching your favorite tv show together while cuddling on the couch.

Kirishima Eijirou

Oh boy, where do I begin.

Eijirou probably gets the most emotional and panicked compared to the others whenever he sees you being upset. So when he walks in and sees you crying, he will rush over to you and flood you with multiple questions.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Was someone bothering you? Why are you crying?” And if you just shake your head, he’ll gulp and say, “I-is it me? Did I do something wrong?”

But when you tell him the actual reason to your current state, his reaction will be a mixture of relief and worry. He’s glad that it’s not because of something someone else did to bother you, or even worse, because of his own actions. But he’s also concerned because he tries to get a somewhat good idea of how painful it must be for you.

So what does he do? He cups your face gently and plants quick kisses all over your face. If you ask him what he’s doing, he’ll say, “I’m kissing the pain away.”

Which is enough to make you laugh and convince him that what he’s doing is working.

He will also do multiple things for you without you even asking.

He’ll stay as close as he can and make sure to get you anything you need, and he’ll constantly be comfortingly holding you somehow. Like he’ll be stroking your hair or gently caressing your cheek, or anything else of that nature.

He’ll even offer to skip any of his activities for the next day just so that he can stay by your side and aid any of your needs.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #kacchan #kaminari denki #kirishima eijirou #headcanons

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psi-groovin · 7 years

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a really long ramble about mostly nothing but sort of about what’s been going on in my life: a short novel

What the hell am I doing with myself.

I just sit and wait everyday everyday everyday everyday wait wait wait waiting waiting wait gonna sit and wait til Halloween. All the decorations are up I put them up myself on September 30th and I wore really bad shoes while doing it so it felt like I was walking on bone after multiple hours of stringing lights and small ghosts made out of old marching band t-shirts.

Well here we are. October 10th. I turn 23 in two days. Tonight I gotta go over to my old high school and help coach the color guard cos I said I’d do that about a month and a half ago but I’m finding that they don’t really need my help at all. Also being back there with all those people is just triggering some sort of ptsd in me. I get frustrated and thrust right back into the fray of being in high school with a bunch of girls who don’t give a shit and some who are only there to try and show off. The ones who only talk about band. The Academy, Blue Devils, etc. I don’t know what else to call them except for show-offs. “Look how dedicated I am to this I spent thousands of my parent’s dollars to stand in the back of the field and wave a flag around.” Yeah, good for you. Is that money well-spent? Did you learn anything at all? “Oh this is how we do it at The Academy.” Well guess what, this isn’t The Academy anymore. You’re back in high school with our marching band. This is how we do it here.

See, ptsd. That shit isn’t even related to what I’m dealing with now at the high school. I just keep getting thrust back 4-5 years and experience the same frustrations I did then.

No, now it’s more like I just feel useless. I’m not really good enough (or I guess I don’t have enough training) to be a good coach, but at the same time sometimes I’m the only one helping the girls while the instructors just sit and watch?? But most of the time I just sit there and wait for the head coach to tell me to do something, like repping a certain flag routine while he goes and checks on the weapon line.

I just don’t know. I don’t want to do it anymore but I’m also really fuckn tired of sitting there for two hours while I do nothing. Honestly, it’s probably my fault and I should take some initiative but its something that’s so against my nature that I can’t bring myself to do it. I think the other coaches are afraid of me cos I don’t really talk much. I really just want to quit helping, but I said I’d help and I hate to back out and potentially let them down, even though it seems like they couldn’t care one way or another if I lived or died. So here I am.

It’s currently 5 in the morning. I sent off an application to an airline in Tucson so I’ll be going down there for an interview on the 19th. But it’s in Tucson so I think they’re hiring specifically for Tucson, so I might not be able to do this. Unless I am able to move to Tucson which I don’t really want/have the means to do.

I’m frustrated. I’m in life’s waiting room. I get called in to do one thing and then I have to go back to the waiting room and wait wait wait wait wait o shit look it’s yer birthday woohoo alright let’s go back and wait some more o shit look it’s Halloween.

How do I break this cycle.

How do I break off a piece of that kit-kat bar.

My sister and I went to the store sometime last month around midnight because we were craving cake and were surprised to find that Fry’s was doing a flash sale on Halloween candy. We bought a bag of snickers and kit-kat. The snickers are all gone now.

Whenever we buy Halloween candy we always get one of those big ass mixed bags from Costco but you gotta make sure you get the mixed bags without twizzlers in them cos otherwise everything in the bag will taste/smell like licorice and it ruins the taste of the chocolate so we get a mixed bag of chocolate stuff mostly and I make sure to take out all the snickers and save them for myself cos I’m just a freak for that peanuty nougaty chocolatey goodness.

Kills my teeth though.

I drank some red wine tonight because I have cramps and I read somewhere that red wine helps so I drank some and my teeth got stained a nasty color. It’ll probably just brush off but it was nice to see my teeth turn about the same color as Chop Top’s from Chainsaw 2.

Speaking of Chainsaw, someone commented on the Chop Top/Nubbins drawing I did that’s on Redbubble. Something about how he wished he could assault anyone who would “buy this gay shit.” I deleted the comment of course. I thought about flagging it and reporting it but I didn’t want to trouble RB. Now if the guy comments on my shit again with some more offensive and horrible stuff like that, then I’ll report it.

I’m not upset, per say, by it, but it is a little upsetting to me. The whole situation. Like there are still people out there who are homophobic and insecure enough in their niche genre fandoms that they get offended when I draw a cute picture of two wacky brothers from some famous horror movies?? For real? That’s what’s upsetting to me. The horror fandom tends to be a little elitist, like the metal fandom is famous for. Like… did what I draw bother someone so much they felt the need to comment THAT on it?? What the hell, dude. Just live and let live. For fucks sake.

Am I mad? Not really. Just upset. And like I said, I’m upset because that guy’s way of thinking still exists. I’m not mad that he didn’t like it. I’m mad that he was upset enough to comment some angry shit on it. Like just move on.

Have I beaten this topic to death yet?

My sister got a call from a company in Virginia that if she gets the position, she’s gonna move out there. I want to go with her too. Get a job at Chipotle to help pay the rent. Then continue the airline search.

I don’t know much about Virginia, but I’m pretty much willing to move anywhere as long as it’s not Phoenix or Tucson. Sedona’s gorgeous, Kingman’s gorgeous.. like whenever I have to drive back to Phoenix I want to die. Why does anyone live here it’s a fuckn horrible mass of gray and brown. It’s hot, everyone is angry, traffic is terrible 80% of the time .. why does anyone choose to live in Phoenix. Everywhere else in Arizona is like “ohh, this is why people move and live here.” but PHOENIX… Phoenix can shove a rosebush up its ass.

Grandma’s not doing so good. I meant to ask dad about her today because yesterday he said she went to the ER. We went up to visit her for her birthday and the whole trip was really stressful but it might’ve been extra stressful because I was probably PMSing. We hung up some pictures in her apartment so it looks more like a home, but its still kind of exhausting being around her, especially because she complains a lot. My aunt who takes care of her is always so stressed out with her. I feel for her.

I don’t know. I also didn’t get much sleep because we all shared a room and my sister and dad were snoring really fuckn loud. I kept waking up before my alarm and then thinking I had overslept and then looked at the clock and it had only been like a minute or not even. It was a plus though when we went back to the hotel after dinner with grandma and caught about half of a Jeff Lynne’s ELO concert in Hyde Park on tv. That was pretty groovy.

Also the first night we were there we walked across the street and got a bunch of French fries for a midnight snack and there were two girls in the restaurant who I was facing and they were singing along to some song on their phone and I caught their eyes and they couldn’t stop laughing. So then when I caught their eye again when they were singing/dancing in their seats I started dancing too and they broke up laughing all over again. When they left they waved at me, smiling. I felt good.

If I was in high school I’d feel really insecure about the whole situation. I’d have thought they were judging me or something. I know now that they weren’t. We just had a good moment together and I’m really happy about it. I’m smiling as I type this. I’ve grown a lot since high school.

What the fuck have I been doing for the past month besides all this random rabble I’ve been talking about? Is anyone going to fucking read this? Besides me? This feels really good to type, by the way. This is something I like to call Mind Masturbation, where your brain just shits out all it’s thoughts through your fingers. It feels soooooooooo good and my brain just feels .. clean. Like I’ve gone in there with a toothbrush and massaged all the old shit that’s been building up in there. It feels cool and fresh, like when you get your shoulders massaged. Healthy blood flow.

Anyways, the entire past month has been mostly me mourning the death of Tobe Hooper. I’ve since been catching up on all the works of him I’ve missed and crying my eyes out that we lost such an adorable and really thoughtful (and I mean that in the sense that he thought about things a lot, stuff people don’t normally consider. Like he stepped back a lot and looked at everything and just thought about it. Magnificent. You don’t get that much in people it seems) man. Body Bags was great, and I love John Carpenter as the Coroner and Tobe Hooper’s own cameo toward the end. The Apartment Complex was also fantastic and I just love it and I wanted to see if I could buy it on dvd but it seems its only really available on vhs which is .. neat but also pretty worthless to me. I highly recommend The Apartment Complex, if anyone has read this far. It’s a fuckn delight.

I think I’ve probably jerked off my brain enough to where there’s not much else that’s weighing on my mind anymore. I feel a lot better than I did about 30 minutes ago. I was all wound up and stressed, and now I’m a little less wound up and stressed. I feel slightly better. Writing shit like this really does help get it out of your head.

Well, to anyone who bothered to read this, I hope you found some enjoyment because this was mostly just for me. I hope it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Now you know what I’ve been up to sort of lately and why I haven’t really been on tumblr. Sometimes you just need a really long break. It probably feels longer than it actually has been but that’s another thing: the days feel like they’re crawling by as I wait in life’s waiting room.

We’ll stop there before this thing ends up being a novel.

Thanks for stickin around. Love you all. Glad we could all witness me jerkin off my brain today.

#groovinslog #i'm back guys #or am i #idk what to tag this as but #yknow #rambling #personal

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sae-you-sae-me · 7 years

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Hi guys :) How about this: RFA + V & Saeran stealing/ accidentally eating all of MC's candy. She finds out and plans some sweet sweet revenge hoho~

Hehe, we relate to this one on a personal level. Maybe not MC’s pettiness…actually, yeah, that too. Enjoy~

Zen:

To be fair, he gets a lot of chocolate from fans

He thought your box of chocolates was his…until he actually read the sticky note on the lid with your name on it

He felt really guilty, so he moves the note onto one of his other boxes and hopes you don’t notice

Well….when you find cherry filling in the middle of your chocolate, you notice

You can gather exactly what happened, but instead of confronting him, you decide to play around a little

You run to the store and pick up those jellybeans with nasty flavors

You cover them in chocolate and put them in a bag which you leave for Zen on the counter with a cute note

When you hear a cry of disgust, you know he ate it

He comes running to you apologizing, because he knows exactly why you did it

He promises to make it up to you however he can

“Well…I’ve been wanting to practice some new styles with my curling iron…”

You can bet he was sitting in front of you the whole day while you did some weird stuff with his hair

Yoosung:

He’s not even thinking when he steals it

You were eating some gummy bears and left it on the counter while you took a shower

Yoosung only saw candy and started eating it….all of it

You come out of the shower and see the empty bag left on the counter

You confront him right away

He just looks away and says he doesn’t know anything about it

You believe him at first, and just assumed you miscalculated how much you ate

But a little later, he gives you a kiss goodnight and you can taste it on his lips

Still, you say nothing…you have a better idea

You buy several bags of gummy bears the next day

For the next week, you place a few secretly inside every one of his meals

By the end of the week, he’s going insane and just bursts, “Okay! I get it! Yes, I ate your gummy bears, and I promise I won’t do it again! Just please…no more…”

He makes it up to you and buys you a bunch of candies

He’ll even separate out your favorite flavors so you don’t have to dig around

Jaehee:

You weren’t home and Jaehee was having some serious cravings for chocolate

You had a small jar of them

She usually didn’t take from you, but…maybe if she took one or two you wouldn’t notice

Too bad her week was super stressful and she lost count

She stares at the bottom of the empty jar, horrified at her deeds

She tries to run to the store to pick up more before you came home

But she was too late

She was already opening the bag to fill it when you walked into the kitchen and surprised her

The chocolates went all over the floor

You’re actually really calm about it and wave it off….doesn’t mean you’re not getting revenge

Throughout the weeks, you plant little tricks everywhere

She thinks she finds a tin of cookes?…Sewing supplies

Is that a box of chocolate?….filled with carrots and celery

You even replaced the ice cream with smoothies

After a few weeks, she’s begging for forgiveness and you finally let it go

Jumin:

You had made a bag of handmade chocolates for the next RFA meeting

You had worked for hours on them, and you stepped out for a little break while they were cooling on the counter

Jumin came in, about to head out to work

He thought the chef had made them, so he thought he could take it to work and leave them on his desk

He had a meeting with a large group of people, and he handed them out as little favors

They were all gone by the time the day was over

When he came home, he found a very disgruntled you giving him the silent treatment

It wasn’t until after dinner that you finally told him what he’d done

While you were still a little upset, he knew it would soon pass

But then the next day, he finds all of his nice ties are replaced with ones with goofy patterns

“MC…why are there cookies on my tie?”

“I don’t know…ask your employees.”

He just sighs and goes with it until finally you cool off and return his regular ties

He still keeps a few of the goofy ones though, because he finds them amusing

Seven:

It was that time of the month, and you were PMSing bad

Good thing you had saved that one bar of chocolate for a time like this

You walked into the kitchen and found Seven had just finished the last piece

You were so mad, you started hitting him with the closest item next to you….a loaf of bread

He’s backed up against the wall, “Look! I’m sorry! I don’t track your cycle. How was I supposed to know?”

He tries to calm you down and cheer you up by a few tickles

But you are not amused

“You can’t solve everything with tickling!” you yell as you continue beating him with bread

After a few hours, he thinks you have calmed down and gone back to normal

Boy,oh boy, was he wrong

Everytime you gave him food, there was literally only a bite left…he would have to find the rest on his own

You’d hand him a bag of HBC with one chip in it

You’d give him one noodle on a plate

You replaced the pantry with empty cereal boxes and chip bags as well

P-E to the T-T-Y

He gets so sick of it, he orders a huge box of your favorite chocolates to appease you

Saeran:

He has no self control when it comes to sweets

He found your candy in the pantry and devoured it within a minute

You didn’t even notice until later

He wasn’t even sorry

“Well, there was no note on it saying it was yours.”

Oh, he wanted notes? He was getting notes

You literally labeled EVERYTHING in the kitchen

Every single container of food you wanted had your name on a stick note

He’s unfazed at first

Until there’s so many notes that they start getting everywhere

He just walks up to you, his sweater holding a few stray sticky notes, and tosses you two boxes of the candy he ate

You thank him…and also inform him that he would be the one removing all the sticky notes left over

He was craving a midnight snack

He was sleepy too, though, so he wasn’t exactly thinking or reading labels

So, he ate your chocolate and went back to bed

The next evening, when you were preparing to enjoy your little treat, the truth comes out

You take his camera secretly and fill it with pictures of food and candy

When he finds it, he apologizes for his deed

But he’s also kind of laughing at your ridiculous little prank

You really can’t stay mad at him, and he takes you to your favorite restaurant to make up for the chocolate

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#Anonymous #mystic messenger #mystic messenger zen #hyun ryu #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jumin han #saeyoung choi #luciel choi #mystic messenger imagines #mystic messenger heacanons #mystic messenger scenarios #saeran choi #mystic messenger v #jihyun kim

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evangelene · 7 years

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92 statements tag

I was tagged by the ever lovely @ebullientbun !! Thank you sweetie for thinkin of me!! <3 <3

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

Me: gonna answer them and break dem fuckin rules cos I don’t know 20 people who’d I think would be comfortable wit dis

THE LAST: 1. drink: Archer farms sparkling water that I have consistently knocked over six times in the last ten minutes. 2. phone call: My dad asking if I wanted cheese on my subway sandwich 3. text message: “show me the bling damnit!” to my friend who’s boyfriend finally fuckin proposed. 4. song you listened to: Soldier by Fleurie 5. time you cried: Literally yesterday, I had a weird pmsing breakdown at work in the bathroom for whatever idiotic reason. Weeeeee~

HAVE YOU EVER: 6. dated someone twice: Since I’ve only ever dated one person and I am still dating them....no. 7. kissed someone and regretted it: that one time I kissed a sunfish I caught just so I could chase my partner around and shout “WHY WON’T YOU KISS ME?!” as he runs screaming from me. (he hates fish) 8. been cheated on: Don’t think so? No. 9. lost someone special: Yes. 10. been depressed: Chronically. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: Never been drunk and never want to be drunk--so no.

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14. - dark purple, dark teal, and like a salmony pinkie color. IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: Duh. 16. fallen out of love: Nah, once I love something I generally continue to love it for the rest of my life. Unless you’re a backstabbing bitch of a friend, then yes I will fall out of friendship love with you. 17. laughed until you cried: Yes, we were in the car and my dad was screaming Naf Naf in about seventy different voices for whatever reason. 18. found out someone was talking about you: Positively usually, yes. But I’m also oblivious AF. 19. met someone who changed you: I like to think that every person I meet changes me in some way. Some for the better, others just make me hate a certain breed of old person more. 20. found out who your friends are: Pfahhaha, oh hell yes. 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: Yea, and I’m labeled as “in a relationship” with him.

GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: IDK like I used to know some of them--maybe like 90% I have a bad habbit of accepting everyone who sends me a friend request because I can’t remember anyone for shit. Turns out at least ten of my friends I have no fucking clue who they are but I hope they like the shit nothing I post. 23. do you have any pets: A rabbit, two gerbils, three golfish, four bettas and a whole fuckin forest of plants. 24. do you want to change your name: Nah, I’d forget to respond to anything else. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: Sat alone on my computer at my partner’s house hoping anyone on tumblr or facebook or just in general would remember my birthday. Surprise, not really. And then we went out to eat and I got ravioli and pet dogs and got happy. 26. what time did you wake up: 3am, 4am, 6am, 7am, 8am and then finally 9am. It’s rare that I sleep through the night entirely. 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: passed out having a dream that I couldn’t breathe--turns out I couldn’t because I was fucking accidentally suffocating myself in my bed of pillows. 28. name something you can’t wait for: moving out of this damn house and not telling my mother where I’m going. 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: yesterday but I hope that soon it will be never again. 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my flabby fatness but my meds are making it nearly impossible for me to lose it currently. 31. what are you listening to right now: The pleasant background noise of a horrible mother on Say Yes to the Dress. 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah, he’s my boss and I always feel like I’m incredibly nervous talking to him because like yo--what if he fires me for yawning? 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my mother but that’s nothing new. 34. most visited website: Youtube 38. hair color: auburn/red 39. long or short hair: long AF 40. do you have a crush on someone: yes, my partner--though he’s aware that my heart belongs to every single animal I see before it belongs to him. 41. what do you like about yourself: I’m secretly a badass but no one believes me because apparently I come off innocent and incapable of protecting myself. 42. piercings: 11 ear piercings. 43. blood type: A positive I think? Idk, the red cross vampires keep calling for more of it. 44. nickname: Sam? Hey you? Sami? 45. relationship status: in one? 46. zodiac: Gemini 47. pronouns: She/Her 48. favorite tv show: Wynonna Earp 49. tattoos: Two and counting. 50. right or left handed: Leftie in writing but ambidextrous in everything else 51. surgery: Yeah that one time they though I had cancer and operated on my mouth. Also wisdom tooth surgery in which I sobbed because I thought that they took my lips from me. 52. piercing: I want an industrial bar real bad. 53. sport: fencing, sometimes walk/run if my asthma allows for it. 55. vacation: Not till august but I’m hoping that my partner will make good on his promise to take me to Disneyworld. 56. pair of trainers: ???the fuck this mean????

MORE GENERAL 57. eating: I had a piece of cake. It was delicious 58. drinking: that same sparkling water I keep knocking over 59. i’m about to: write, clean, or nap. I haven’t decided yet. 61. waiting for: My anxiety and depression to magically be cured. 62. want: to just sleep forever. 63. get married: I want to literally just so I can wear the dress. I don’t give a fuck otherwise but damnit I want an excuse to doll myself up to the high heavens. 64. career: I’d like to be an art teacher but if that doesn’t pan out then I’ll just become a professional dog hugger.

WHICH IS BETTER 65. hugs or kisses: Hugs, but I like kisses too. 66. lips or eyes: Eyeballs, but I have a hard time making eyecontact in person so probably actually lips. 67. shorter or taller: It doesn’t matter? Like rude? I like em in all shapes in sizes. 68. older or younger: Older, but not like grandparent aged. 70. nice arms or nice stomach: I don’t give a fuck. Where’s the option for personality? 71. sensitive or loud: Sensitive because I’m shy and if the person is too loud or insensitive then I feel like I would start crying because yo like being in the spotlight gives me hardcore anxiety. 72. hook up or relationship: Relationship. 73. troublemaker or hesitant: Hesitant; I’m not about to fuckin babysit who I’m dating.

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: No 75. drank hard liquor: Yes, and then I punched my dad’s sunburn because he tricked me. 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: All the time. 77. turned someone down: Yes,, but the best way to turn people down is to show them pictures of Kim Seokjin. 78. sex on the first date: Hell nah boi. Unless you’re female, then I’d be down for it. 79. broken someone’s heart: Probably? By accident? 80. had your heart broken: Hell yes. 81. been arrested: Fuck no, I haven’t even been pulled over. 82. cried when someone died: Um, duh? 83. fallen for a friend: No?

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: Maybe like 10%. Okay, I have an irrational fear of mall railings because I don’t trust myself to not trip and accidentally fall over it. 85. miracles: Sure, some bullshit miracles tho? Nah. 86. love at first sight: I believe that is called attraction. For me, love comes with knowing a person not just being like--oh they cute I bet they have a great personality too. 87. santa claus: Nah, I deadass watched my mom write Santa on one of my presents as a child. 88. kiss on the first date: Sure? IDK, my partner kissed me before we even had our first date because motherfucker was antsy. hahah. 89. angels: Yesh.

OTHER: 90. current best friend’s name: I have so many of them--but like Kylee, Maria, Ashleen, Serena, Laura...... 91. eye color: Hazel AF. 92. favorite movie: Bitch I have so many. Split, terminator, Get Out, the purge movies, Brave, Moana, etc.

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