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spacewives-in-spacetime · 1 year

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reblog and put in the tags what's one area on your body that you keep re-injuring

and how/why

#i don't expect this to fare well #back of the ankle #like that little tendon or whatever #reblog and put in the tags #like i'll scrape it somewhere #and then the skin will tear #tw injury #cw injury #and my brother stepped up it once #i couldn't walk for months after...

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chirpsythismorning · 7 months

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📝 💐 🛼 💔⏪️💭🧊🌄❤️‍🩹

I Will Survive by Gloria Gaynor

previous ⏪︎ now playing ⏩ next back to playlist

#stranger things #bizarre love triangle playlist #el hopper #el's pov #i was so happy when i re-listened to this alongside the lyrics when looking for songs from el's pov #'at first i was afraid. i was petrified. kept thinking i could never live without you by my side'#all season long we saw el experiencing heartache over mike and how it led to her feeling insecure as if it was all her fault #she was convinced that if mike didn't love her then she couldn't be happy #'but then i spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong and i grew strong and i learned how to get along'#el spending time away from mike at nina along with all the months of doubt prior to their fallout now having validation...#it wasn't just her loving and falling out of love with mike over the course 3 days #it was her realization that their relationship has been deteriorating for a while now and coming to terms with that in 3 days #'and so you're back from outer-space. i just walked in to find you here with that sad look upon your face'#this is the main line that reminds me of her brushing past mike and will in the cabin #probably a little more harsh as this song is pretty harsh in terms of the singer not being capable of seeing her ex as even a friend now #but el's earned some harshness after what just went down #that doesn't mean they'll never overcome this #it just means there is still a serious need to confront it which wont be super pretty #and then the forgiveness and acceptance can only come after that #'and you see me. somebody new. i'm not the chained up little person still in love with you'#oooooo get him!#'you think i'd crumble? you think i'd lay down and die?'#sort of reminds me of the assumptions not just mike has but also most of the audience #they think it would be impossible for mike to end things with el bc she would be so broken hearted and she doesn't deserve that #which of course she doesn't #but maybe el knows what she deserves... and it's more than what mike is able to give #'i've got all my life to live and i've got all my love to give and i'll survive. i will survive.'#she's not going to go on forever being hung up on something that wasn't what she deserved in the first place #she will survive ya'll #4x09

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dyingnights · 6 months

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not so fun fun fact about me i always was and still am the person my friends go to for halloween makeup because i can paint incredibly realistic bruises burns and injuries out of the sole reason that my mother regularly beat me, my father regularly got himself hurt, and i regularly hurt myself whether it's an accident or on purpose

#my father once shot a nail through his wrist #a year after that i stepped on a nail and couldn't walk for a month lol

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serkonans · 7 months

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so frustrated bc I need to break up w my personal trainer fr But he's experienced w helping people recover from injury and I want him to coach me through getting back into lifting after top surgery

#oisín.txt #oisín.n #i don't even have a surgery date yet tho. they haven't called to let me know if there's any openings #i saw my trainer for the first time in like 5 months on the 3rd bc his schedule had literally allowed no overlap w mine #and i was billed out for a bunch of sessions i couldn't schedule and he kept forgetting to update my workout routine like #just to extend the workout for extra days in the app so i could track it. not even add anything like I'd send him multiple msgs like #hey zach can you schedule some more workouts. and he'd be like oh yeah sure and then not do it #and then left me on read when i asked about afternoon availability until After I'd paused my membership and then he was super apologetic.#anyway i finally came back bc i wanted to prep for surgery better #and today was my second session back and he literally canceled on me ten min before the session when I'd already taken off work #and walked there. which. thank god i was able to leave work early instead of lyfting bc if i'd put $40 on my credit card #for no fucking reason i'd have lost my entire mind #he did refund the session and credit me for a free one but i know it's just bc he doesn't want me to immediately dump him again but.#zach. buddy.

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maddy-ferguson · 8 months

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kind of obsessed with the not good episodes of twin peaks

#are they good not really no. are they boring yes. but they're kinda fun to watch idk😭#i'm only on like the second not that good episode though maybe i'll get tired of it #the first time i watched the show i watched it all in like four days because i really wanted to watch fire walk with me and thirty episodes #in four days isn't even that crazy but i couldn't do it now because i have school and stuff...#i actually also had school then but it was during covid not during a lockdown (we had a second lockdown like a month after) but my #university was doing a thing where half of the students had class in person and the other half had class at home and then we'd switch and i #watched it during a week where i was home because i was NOT working. and so i watched the second half of season 2 quickly even though i was #like oh this. well it's not good exactly.#then fire walk with me made me want to kill myself and i started watching twin peaks the return but i only finished watching that this #summer hihi haha😁#anyway #and like i say: brf slt

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newkiqx · 1 year

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#tw death #tw pet loss #it's sad season #the current group of mice is/was the healthiest i've ever had #they had good genes and I put a lot of effort in #but they're rapidly approaching two years old now and in the past three months I had to let three go #Just a couple of days ago we had to let go of Nugget #she was one of the nicest mice I've ever had but she was already on borrowed time - her kidneys started having issues about 8 months ago #somehow she lost half her weight and completely changed color then but survived and thrived after that - always the most active one #she was the kind of mouse always climbing on stuff first and jumping on hands immediately - as well as genuinely liking to interact with me #even appreciating some careful petting of her head - but not too much #which despite the prevalence in tumblr gifs and videos is very rare in my experience #on her last night she was so tired but she still ran out when she heard me speaking so i picked her up and let her cuddle with my hand #she looked so content and peaceful #There are two left out of the original six #one of them is saartje #the other one is daantje #but daantje has been walking around with a tumor for a couple of months now #the vet said they couldn't really operate and it wouldn't give her much extra time even if it was succesful #but the tumor doesn't seem to bother her much so as long as shes not annoyed or tired with it it should be fine - we have her on pain meds #so i'm just carefully monitoring her behaviour and seeing if theres any sign of fatigue or decreasing interest as a sign #but its getting so large now she has to walk weird and she's kinda slanted so i'm thinking maybe next week to take her to the vet again to #put her to sleep...#it's sad but part of owning many short lived animals #the other one - Saartje - is the blind (and popular) one I posted a couple of gifs of #its kinda funny she turns out to be the longest lived out of the bunch because she had stunted growth and was blind #(and an idiot doofus (lovingly))#when i pull the trigger on daantje I'll go looking for a new group of nice young ladies to pair Saartje with #shes been a bit grumpy so I hope she'll accept new mice once she's alone #personal

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xelasrecords · 1 year

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So I showed my friends this chat and asked them whether Harry talks like me here because it felt like deja vu reading it and their response was a collective, resounding yes he does.

I wouldn't say I'm carbon copy of him but sometimes it feels like cheritz peeked into my life and made content out of it cause what is this sorcery

#the lovely walk fic had lines taken straight out of my experience #ghosted someone i liked after a month of talking bc i was scared of my feelings #couldn't recognise my ex when i bumped into him #BUT I'M NICER THAN HARRY!!#xela rambles

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semercury · 1 year

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well what the fuck am i supposed to do now?

#stuff sarah says #i legitimately 100%-ed the game #i have s+ on all standard and hardcore a and b scenarios #all achievements have been unlocked. both in the main and the ghost survivors dlc #i couldn't trick myself into liking 3. i just get bored or frustrated with it #the few highs during cool lines don't make up for it i'm sorry #but this one... i could play 2 all day #i won't. bc i /don't/ want to get bored with it #i have over 100 hours in this game. which feels absurd for a single player game #but i do just really like it #it's fun being able to beat it and know exactly what beats happen where #i haven't felt like i knew a game this much since the summer my grandma dogsat at my neighbors #and i played the lion king game on the super nintendo every day after walking the dog for her #i still wonder if i have the muscle memory for that game lol #i guess i wait a month for re4r to come out and hope i get the same serotonins from that?#like i'm sure i will. leon is there.#but still. this is by far my current favorite single player game #i just want to keep playing it over and over again

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omarfor-orchestra · 2 years

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So now I need to figure out what caused this mess uh

#was it the pills #the pms #the fact that I haven't seen my therapist in almost a month and will have to wait another one #the fact that i haven't seen someone outside my family and therapist in something like 3 months #maybe more #the fact that when the only irl friend i thought i had (which I'm starting to dubt) told me after i stupid joke that i do have friends #i ghosted her bc otherwise i would have told her to fuck off bc if i had friends I wouldn't have had to be alone in my house when in #so much pain I couldn't move from the bad and she knew it she knew I couldn't walk and still said 'oh you can come to my house' how????????#despite me asking her twice to come #and I'm 23 years old and I'm so alone it hurts and I can't go out even if i were invited and the only thing helping me right now #are literally drugs which let me tell yall is a low point even if they're medically prescripted #and I'm losing my mind because I'm 3 exams away from my graduation and everyday i feel like giving up #and I've started counting cals again because I'm scared I'm gonna gain too much weight #and I don't know how I'll handle the operation and the follow up and I'm fucking terrified #I'm so sorry if you all are reading this but I'm truly feeling hopeless and so so useless and alone and the self hating is getting stronger #I'm sorry if i bring negativity in your dash I won't blame you for unfollowing i can just try to promise it won't always be like this #i hope at least #god i don't even know what i wrote

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kelpiemomma · 22 days

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Someone: horses aren't born mean

Maevus:

#monster maevus #had to make this after a guy at the barn said 'there aren't any mean horses' like no i would beg to differ #she certainly wasn't born nice #ngl part of it may have been due to the whole uh. abscessed belly button thing #it certainly didn't help #she kicked every person who entered her stall for like 2 months post surgery #but also if you stopped scratching her butt (or scratching her at all) she'd line you up and kick you #she gets sedated for the farrier for good reason #she made one vet say (when she was 2 years old) that they couldn't say red mares were the nastiest anymore #he also said if she got loose she was determined enough to survive #i do love her tho #she gets nicer every year thank god #although she gets worse to ride WHYYY #horses just like people have Personalities #sometimes those personalities are nasty #can't even walk up to the bitch without her pinning her ears in greeting #and GOD the nose wrinkles when its feeding time

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maddy-ferguson · 7 months

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failed my driving test twice, no actual friends in college, applied to a cool thing and was rejected, no bitches...thank god i'm seeing goodfellas in theaters in a few days because what do i have going for me rn

#the only ones who understand me are cher horowitz and pacey witter. and pacey got his driver's license later (i don't remember but #like i'm sure he did lmao) we don't know if that'll ever happen to me #what's annoying is i still don't think i'm a bad driver. delusions of grandeur maybe. but like yes for like 30mn after i failed the second #time i cried like while walking to the bus stop (i only saw like three people because YEAH it takes like an hour for me to go to the place #where you take the test like it's so annoying i have to take 2-3 different buses AND THEN i don't even have it. plus the money...) and #i was like you are the dumbest bitch ever but it's not because i don't feel capable it's because i DO and i make dumb avoidable mistakes #like it's just very frustrating #talked about the no friends at school thing like a month ago. we were together on wednesday and it's actually not as bad as it felt the day #i posted that but i don't hang out with them outside of school and don't want to is my point. they're like acquaintances that i'm not sure #i like #the thing i applied to i really wanted after i failed my test i was like i need ONE GOOD THING to happen to me this month and then i was #like no i can't post that because what if i don't get it. well #no bitches is self-explanatory #and goodfellas in theaters is real remember when it was already playing earlier this year but there was only one showing and i couldn't go #and i was so annoyed. there's three this time and i could even go to all three if i wanted to. one scorsese movie every monday at 1 from #now on for me please #and like i say: brf slt

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time-like-tears-in-rain · 5 months

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can you imagine, as an actor, how awful it would be to be in character as Ten and the Bad Wolf, and not even able to look at each other or belay that emotion????

#I was in a show once #and my character's nephew closed the show reading out all our fates #while I wept on stage and he looked at me #the first time he really sees me and I get to see him in the light as an adult and realize i did okay #that he forgave me for not being his mother forgave me and himself #but I could only see him THAT ONE TIME #and my brother couldn't #and I couldn't see my dead brother and the guy playing my brother we were SO CLOSE #irl we were great friends and almost dated (weird relationship tbh and then playing siblings its fine small acting troupe bound to happen)#and so to see him walk off stage again after my character was mourning him so badly #MISERY #anD WE ONLY HAD A ONE MONTH RUN #I CANNOT FUCKING IMAGINE #AS AN ACTOR #THE MIND FUCK THAT THIS WAS FOR THEM #dw rewatch

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churipu · 4 months

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YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes — and he calls you rock head?

being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.

the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.

gojo gets very pissy about it.

frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before — he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.

and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes — he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.

gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.

the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.

he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos — and you both decided to order take out instead.

GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion — geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.

after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.

geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.

he was already feeling like shit before the argument— which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.

although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.

geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that — and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.

he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.

with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you — head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.

getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.

he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else — as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it — he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.

but you were there to prove him wrong.

after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours — because who'd choose the couch over the bed?

you. apparently.

he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air — he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.

and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.

letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep — although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.

with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.

toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).

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youremyonlyhope · 8 months

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Boy is it good I get to see my therapist tomorrow.

#messed up and broke a prop in the show i'm working on moments before it needed to go onstage #and if i hadn't interfered it might not have completely broken. it would have been usable.#but i tried to help fix the small issue and instead made it a gigantic one #then at some point in the show i was like 'i should go to Michaels after this to get that thing i need'#and when i got to Michaels hoping i'd feel better going through aisles of yarn and beads #i couldn't remember what it was i wanted to get. no amount of wandering could jolt my memory. so i went home.#and my feet are KILLING me for whatever reason #then while walking home i saw on instagram that someone i know got a really good costuming gig #and i'm happy for her. but last time we talked she was going to be supervising a different smaller show in a month or so.#and i was supposed to work with her on the team. and i was expecting her to reach out to me any day now to confirm details #and this other show means she probably isn't going to be supervising this show but she hasn't let me know yet #(she's been busy this week since another show she's on closes in like 2 days. i was expecting to hear back right after it.)#so now i don't know who's supervising the show and if i still have a job on that show or not #and i have been. SPIRALING.#ahh #ahhhhh #edit: how could i forget that the gig i had hoped i'd have this month would start today-ish (maybe yesterday)#but i never heard anything back about doing it

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a-b-riddle · 1 month

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Part Five

Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)

You call Meredith when you get home.

You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.

How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.

"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."

"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"

"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."

"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.

"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."

"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."

"That works."

"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."

It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.

"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.

"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."

The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.

Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.

But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.

You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.

You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.

Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.

“What are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...

“My key wouldn’t work.” He explained. "So I’m out here.”

"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"

"You won't return any of our messages."

"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."

"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.

"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.

Dammit.

"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."

"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.

"Why not?" He countered.

“Maybe because I've already tried, Kyle?” You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. “Because I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didn’t need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because I’ve made the excuses for you.” You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. “I’ve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didn’t do for me wasn’t because you didn’t care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until it’s time to fuck. I tell myself it’s because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know I’m not worthy of meeting.” He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. “It’s not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.”

He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.

You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.

God...

That felt good.

You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...

You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.

#captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #call of duty #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #angst #grovel #jealousy

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kiyinian · 2 months

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Part one

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Ex-husband Simon who: Didn't leave your side when you said you were pregnant, who went to see you every day, even if those visits were after his work, in the middle of the night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Made video calls to you when he couldn't show up at your house, talking to you and the children, asking you multiple times if you were okay. Most of the time he listened to you talk about your day, he listened until you fell asleep on the other side, and he watched you sleep for a while. When he saw that you were safe and well, he would whisper goodnight and I love you, hoping that you would somehow hear it.

Ex-husband Simon who: Always found a way to go to all your appointments, just as he had done with your other times when you were pregnant. Every month he would go with you for a check-up, he could even play the tough guy, but he couldn't hold back the tear that formed in the corner of his eye when he heard the little ones' heartbeat. His own flesh and blood.

Ex-husband Simon who: Cried his heart out when he found out he was going to be the father of two girls, feeling nervous at the same time. At the ultrasound, he held your hand so tightly, his other hand stroking your hair as you watched your girls. He couldn't have been happier, and even happier that you were carrying his children once again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Almost committed a traffic accident when one of your kids called him, the little one saying that you weren't feeling well. He drove as fast as he could to your house, his hands shaking as he went to look for you. It was even worse when he found you pale, almost falling to the ground, probably a drop in your pressure. But it was enough to keep him up all night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Wouldn't take no for an answer when you told him he didn't need to move in with you, that you could manage on your own. But how? A whole house to look after, children, pregnancy. No, it was too much. You didn't have to deal with it on your own when he was around. So despite your protests, the next day he showed up with his suitcases, ready to move in with you once again.

Ex-husband Simon who: Did everything in the house, he didn't let you lift a single weight, he didn't even allow you to spend much time walking back and forth. You were pregnant, getting bigger and bigger, all you had to do was relax. The rest he did without complaint. Although he did burn the food, most of the time.

Ex-husband Simon who: Never ignored your cravings, no matter if it was late at night, or early in the morning, he would buy you whatever you asked of him. Even if it meant going out in the middle of the night to buy some random flavor of ice cream, he didn't care, as long as he could see you satisfied.

Ex-husband Simon who: Bought all the baby's utensils together with you, from the crib to the clothes, bottles, pacifiers, whatever you wanted to buy, he would go with you, and pay for everything, of course. Always buying toys for your other children, too. And he'd always buy whatever you wanted or needed, he'd never forget you.

Ex-husband Simon who: Surprised you by preparing the babies' nursery with everything you had bought, he renovated an entire room to make it fit for the arrival of the girls, and he also made some changes to the little ones' room, giving it to them as a gift.

Ex-husband Simon who: Watched you every night, waiting for you to fall asleep, keeping a watchful eye in case you needed something, anything. He was willing to help you with simple things, even if you needed help going to the toilet, if you had a craving, he was there for you. Once he saw you already asleep, curled up in the sheets, cuddled up with your comforter, he would go over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead, whispering I love you, and silently praying that you would respond with an 'I do too'.

Ex-husband Simon who: Agreed to spend the whole night by your side, comforting you after you had a terrible nightmare involving the children. He lay next to you as you asked, gently wrapping his arms around you and hugging you, kissing you on the cheek and calming you down.

Ex-husband Simon who: Felt his heart skip a beat when you told him you loved him and needed him, and that you wanted him to move back in with you and the children permanently. You didn't have to ask him twice, because he was absolutely sure that he would come back to you whenever you wanted him to.

Ex-husband Simon who: Couldn't contain the urge to kiss you, to touch you, just hearing you say you loved him, was enough to ignite a hot flame in him. In a matter of seconds he had his hands all over you, once again claiming what was surely his.

Ex-husband Simon who: Slowly pushed you to the side, spooning you from behind, his lips on your neck as he slowly entered you, pampering you with little kisses here and there. He made love to you so gently, in such a loving way, thrusting into you nice and deep, just the way you liked it. He'd be fucked if he didn't make this night with you count, he did everything the way you loved it, just to hear you begging him for more and more. He wasn't going to let you out of his arms that night.

Ex-husband Simon who: Woke up before you, ready to make breakfast for you and the children, but all his plans went up in smoke when he heard you give a little gasp, whispering that your water broke. He panicked.

Ex-husband Simon who: Knew it was your third pregnancy, but he couldn't control the adrenaline when you went into labor, it was always like the first time. He didn't waste much time and took you to the hospital, praying to whatever God up there that everything would work out.

Ex-husband Simon who: Stayed by your side throughout your labor, holding your hand while whispering sweet words in your ear, he didn't care how hard you were squeezing his hand, it even hurt, but he wanted to do the best he could to help you. It was desperate that he couldn't do anything for you, but his ears focused on the sound of crying that echoed through the hospital room, the first girl had come out, healthy and well. After some more time, thank God, the other little one came out healthy too.

Ex-husband Simon who: Cried inconsolably while holding one of the girls in his arms, rocking her while looking at her with all the tenderness in the world. She was so beautiful, so reminiscent of you. His heart beat so fast as he saw one of his little girls, his little daughter. Just as he didn't leave your side, watching you breastfeed the other little one. He tried to stop himself from crying even more at the sight.

Ex-husband Simon who: He won't leave your side, ever, not even if you asked him to. Especially now that your family was even bigger, he knew the responsibility that would come with two small children, but he also knew that every night awake would be worth it. Just as he wouldn't give up until he put a ring on your finger once again.

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