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nicorobinsimp333 · 1 year

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Best Friends?

Suna Rintaro x f reader

AN: hello everyone so this is my first fic since 2018 and it’s not proof read so pls be kind 🥹 anyways I look forward to writing more fics and I hope you enjoy. If you have any request feel free to request a fic. I’m currently going to be writing for Haiykuu, one piece, and black clover.

Warnings : 3.6k, cursing, kissing and angst

Fun fact my name is Rin.

You and Suna have been friends for years but it hadn’t been until recently that you noticed your feelings for him. You always thought that you willing did so much for him because he was your best friend. It wasn’t until Atsumu jokingly made a comment about how smitten you were that it all clicked. You realized that the reason why you loved doing those things was because you got to see his rare smile and hear him call you cute names reserved only for you. It had been two months since the realization and it was getting harder to be around him without blushing like an idiot over the smallest things. You decided that you were going to go for it, that there was no way that he didn’t feel the same. He treated you way different from everyone else, plus all the random girls who would come up and confess to him he would turn down. So you figured you’d do it after one of the practice matches. It would be an easy Segway.

You’d ask him to get some food afterwards and that is where you’d let him know about your feelings. As the game ended, you helped clean up as he went into the locker room, once the team was done you wave goodbyes to all of them before rushing to his side. You asked if he’d accompany you for some dinner at your secret ramen shop. Which he sighed and said yes. As you two walked he complained about wanting to hurry to get home to rest. Saying that school plus the game were a little too much today. As you make it inside and sit at your usual booth you start getting nervous. You order the usual. As you turn to him, there he was stoic as ever. You clear your throat.

“So, I have something I’ve been wanting to tell you for a while, and when I say what I have to don’t interrupt, even if you have a really funny joke.” He simply nods. Your palms are sweating and your voice is starting to waver. You think 20 seconds of courage is all you need. “ I love you Rin.”

“I love you too, y/n/n.”

“ I said no interrupting”

“continue, continue” he says with his hands up.

“I love you in a way thats more than just friends and I know your sarcastic ass is gonna say like best friends, and no because that’s what we already are. I love you in the way where I want to kiss your stupidly handsome face, where I want to hold your large callous hands while you complain about the twins annoying you. I want to cuddle with you, where I can hold your

hand and sneak kisses while you’re drifting off to sleep. I want to walk around in your jersey with the intention of everyone knowing I’m yours. I…I love you SunaRin and I think I always have been. You’re someone special and I hope I’m someone special to you too. So what do you say Rin, do you wanna do this with me? Do you wanna be mine?” The silence is deafening and his face is hard to read. You’re starting to regret saying all this. You’re getting desperate with every passing second. Your voice is small and pleading, “please say something”

He places his hands atop of yours. “I’m sorry”. Is what came out first and with those two small words you feel your chest pounding in your ears. Your eyes start to tear up but you’ll be damned if you start crying. It’s just rejection right, it happens to everyone. You’ll live. You’ll be okay. You repeat to yourself over and over in your mind.

“Believe me I love you, you know that. I just don’t love you in that way.” One single tear falls and you scream at yourself for it. You look up at him and simply nod. Moving your hand from his you reach in your bag, grab some cash and walk out. Before suna can realize what just happened you’re gone. He wants to run after you but what is he gonna do? Hold you in his arms and say sorry for not loving you how you love me? He stays in the ramen shop wondering if you two will be okay? When he gets home he sends you a text in hopes of a reply but honestly what does he expect after he just broke your heart.

As you make it home the tears haven’t stopped falling since you left the shop. This isn’t what you imagined, not one bit. You got to your room, pulled the covers over you and sobbed yourself to sleep. You didn’t end up going to school the next day, giving you parents the excuse that you have a cold. And since your voice was hoarse and eyes red they believed you. You laid in bed all day wondering how it was gonna be when you see him tomorrow, how it was going to play out. Will it be awkward, will he try to make it seem normal. As the day went on you just slept trying to forget about everything and how stupid you felt for ruining your friendship.

When you didn’t show up for school Suna got worried. He sent you a text asking where you were. His day went slower than usual and he was annoyed all day. Once practice started everyone could tell something was up with him. He wasn’t recording the bickering of the twins and no snarky remarks. When they split into two teams for a practice match, Kita decided to ask if he was okay and he just shrugged. So kita left it alone but of course Atsumu seen and wanted to know what was wrong. So he walked up and asked him if he knew why you weren’t at practice today. When he ignored him, Atsumu got annoyed. “Did you and your girlfriend get in a fight or what?”

He snapped back “She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t even see her in that type of way. She’s like a sister to me.”

When he said that the whole gymnasium got quiet even the coaches. Osumu decided to chime in because he knew Suna was hard headed but he didn’t realize that he was a oblivious to his feelings for you. “You really believe that SunaRin, because I’ve seen you with your sister and the way you two act and the way you act with y/n are way different.”

“Just drop it ‘samu, this is practice not discuss my love life. Let’s play.” With that they continued playing. With tension in the air, coach decided to end practice early. He didn’t want chaos to ensue which would surely happen if a minor disagreement occurred.

Once it was over the boys went into the locker room to change. Kita went up to Suna and asked what was wrong. Suna confessed to everything that happened and how his day was shit. He was worried about you since you didn’t come to school and didn’t even let him know if you got home safely last night. And that’s when it happened. A screaming match between Aran and Suna. Aran told him that he was too stupid to not realize that he was actually in love with you and Suna told him to fuck off.

“ No, I’d rather not suna because you acting like a fucking idiot affects the whole team. If you don’t want your personally life mixed in with volleyball life than get your shit together. Stop mopping about your nonexistent problems because the one hurting the most is y/n.” The locker room silenced after that. Suna couldn’t even say he was wrong because even when he’s had bad days he’s never really let it affect his game play. He had no right to feel sad or hurt when he was the coward who couldn’t be what you needed.

When suna got home he couldn’t come to terms with the fact that he actually loved you. He locked that deep in his heart and no one was going to be able to unlock that except him. He decided he would talk to you tomorrow. Make it up to you with some of your favorite snacks. He went to sleep earlier than usual to ensure he had enough time to stop and get them. He headed to your usual meet up spot but when you didn’t show up he figured you just weren’t going to school again. As he made it to the front gate he saw you. Puffy eyes and a small pout on your face. He smiled knowing you were safe but it soon made his heart hurt knowing that your eyes were like that because of tears. Tears that were caused by him. He made it to where you were and stood next to you. You hadn’t noticed until your friends walked away suddenly, leaving you confused. Suna cleared his throat. And you stiffened hoping that you’d be able to at least get through your morning avoiding him. You turned and looked at him trying to force a smile to your face but it was wobbly. He didn’t say anything just reaching into his bag and handing you the snacks.

“Umm, thanks but I actually have to get going. I have to go get my missing assignments from yesterday see you around.” You said leaving him dumbfounded. He knew it wasn’t going to just go back to how it was but were you going to just ignore him? The rest of the day you avoided him like the plague til you couldn’t anymore since you were the volleyball manager. You didn’t know that all the boys knew what happened. You figured since suna wasn’t one to put his business out there you could at least act some what regular and put the awkwardness to the side for a few hours. You still avoided him talking and joking mostly with Atsumu and Kita. Practice went on til you had a break and Atsumu couldn’t just keep his mouth shut. “So you seem happy for someone who got rejected by the love of their life.” You froze, you couldn’t believe what you just heard. Did he really blabber about what happened. The most embarrassing moment of your life was already known to the team.

“What did you just say Atsumu.” You could see Kita in your peripheral trying to hint at him to shut up, to just drop it.

“I mean you’re avoiding him but still joking, I just wanted to know how you’re making it look so easy?”

Easy? Ha if he only knew. You’re dying inside. You can’t even look in his general direction, let alone hold a conversation with him. You’re joking to distract yourself from how miserable you feel. How you ruined your friendship with someone who you care for so much it hurts. Can he not see the hurt in your eyes, is he just saying this to get a reaction out of you? You get out of your head and finally reply.

“Not that it’s any of your fucking business Atsumu, but I’m joking around with your dumbass because it’s keeping me from crying. I know you’re dense but did you really have to bring it up. I understand that i really shouldn’t be mad at you since it was Suna who didn’t keep his mouth shut about the whole situation but fuck you Atsumu.” With that you walked away from the two of them and went straight to suna.

Suna is talking with Aran and Osamu, his back turned to you. You tap his shoulder and he turns around. Before he can say anything you reach up and slap him across the face. The gym is quiet. Did that really just happen? Is what’s written on everyone’s face. You look over at the coaches with apologetic eyes as they just turn around and continue their conversation. You look up at Suna whose holding his face and a look you’ve never seen on him before. He was actually hurt.

“I can’t believe you, Rintarō. I get embarrassing me in private but to share it with the team is low even for you. I’ve always had your back and I’ve done everything to always defend you. And sure it’s not your fault that you don’t love me in the same way that I do you, but for you to share that information with the team just … wow. You’re actually the person everyone warned me about. And to hear it from Atsumu of all people, I just can’t believe you’d actually hurt me intentionally.”

“Y/n I-“

“Just don’t.” You raise your hand and point between the two of you. “Whatever this was between us is over. Don’t talk to me, don’t text me, don’t wait for me, don’t come over to my house, just leave me the fuck alone from now on okay. The only interaction I want with you is when you need something from me as your manager and even that is pushing it. I want nothing to do with you, you got that.” He nods and you can see his eyes getting glossy and you choose to ignore it because you can’t be there to comfort him when he was the one who broke you first.

“Oh and since all of you know my business don’t be like Atsumu and bring that shit up. No,I’m not okay, and no I don’t want to fucking talk about it” You walk over to the coaches and apologize before you ask if you can go home early. You grab your bag and head out of the gym. You stop at one of the benches and just crumble. Did that just happen. Did you just lose your Bestfriend? Was that too extreme? No, your feelings are just as valid. If he wants to apologize he can but if you choose to forgive him its on you and only you.

Back in the gymnasium the doors close and Suna rushes Atsumu, holding him against the wall. “What the fuck did you say to her?”

Atsumu has his hands up as he’s getting shoved into the wall. “I just asked her how she’s making it look easy, after everything that’s happened.”

Suna goes to punch him but is dragged away by Aran and one of the coaches. Kita and Osumu are already scolding him for not knowing how to read the room. Telling him that he had no place to say that to you and he needs to apologize, to not only you but Suna.

Suna and Aran are sitting in the locker room with the coach at the door. None of them speak. No one knows what to say. Aran finally speaks “Suna, I’m not going to ask if you’re okay because I can clearly see you’re not, but can I ask you why you didn’t just tell her you love her too?”

Suna lifts his head out of his hands and turns to him. His mouth opens and closes but he can’t form the words. He finally cracks and the tears just stream from his face. “You heard her, I’m not a good person, everyone knows that. I didn’t want to hurt her. If we did end up together, I would ruin it eventually. I’m not good with my feelings but with her as my Bestfriend it was easy. I didn’t need to say much and she knew. She knows me better than anyone and I lost her because I was too scared to just admit that I’ve been in love with her since the first day we met.”

“Not to rub salt in your wound but you already ruined it. You ruined something beautiful because you couldn’t just let her know you love her. You were afraid of everything that has already happened. Do you feel good about your decision?”

“No, Aran I don’t”

“Then what are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do, she told me to leave her alone. Never speak to her again. I can’t just walk up to her and say sorry I was a coward who couldn’t just admit I love you too.”

“And why not? Because it would make you vulnerable. Are you really willing to throw your relationship with her away because you’re afraid of the worse that has already happened?“

Suna sits there pondering on what he should do. Arans right the worse has already happened. What could be worse than this, what he’s feeling right now at this moment. “You’re right. ” it comes out as a whisper.

“I always am” as he pats sunas back and pushes him off the bench.

As he gets up to walk out, he turns. “Oh and Aran, if you ever tell anyone I cried, I’ll kick your ass.” He laughed at the end of the sentence. He knew he would never but he just had to make sure.

With his hands in the air “come on Rin who do you take me for Atsumu.” He chuckled as the middle blocker walked out of the locker room and back onto the court.

“Suna, I’m so sorry, if you want to kick my ass go ahead just watch the hands and the face they’re the money makers.” Atsumu says as he covers his face and turns away.

“You know about 10 mins ago I would have but I realized that it’s not your fault… entirely. I don’t really need your apology but you definitely need to apologize to y/n. What you did was stupid even for you.”

Frantically running towards the coaches. “I need to leave. I’m sorry for being such a hassle these past few days, I promise I’ll make it up.” Bowing one final time before dashing towards the exit.

He spots you, hands covering your face. As he approaches, he hears your cries. He knows he’s fucked up and he knows he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or your love but he has to try right. It’s now or never. He can’t lose you. No, he won’t lose you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Cautiously he reaches out towards you. Placing a hand on you shoulder. Whipping you head up to see who it was, furiously wiping away your tears.

“Come here to humiliate me some more?” Shaking his head, and pleading for you to listen. You scoot over for him to sit. You’re not quite sure why. You know he doesn’t love you like that. It may be because this might be your last pleasant moment before going your separate ways. As no words are shared for a few minutes you finally decide to get up.

Rin reaching for your wrist, making you look back at him waiting for him to say something. Anything.

“I’m sorry” you cringe at the words. “I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve your love or your friendship… I was a coward, to afraid to realize what he had until it was to late. I’m sorry for telling the guys, I have no excuses and I don’t want to make any. This was all on me and I’m sorry.” You stare into his eyes, not finding any sign to show he was deceiving you.

“I forgive you Rin. Just please give me time. Let me grieve you and the love that I have to let go of.”

“No”

“No? What do you mean no?” Now you’re confused and starting to get pissed off.

“I… I love you. I love you so much it hurts. I’ve locked these feelings away for so long that when you confessed to me I forgot.I swore to myself that I would never confess because I never wanted to hurt you. However, I ended up doing that because I’m an idiot. A stupid fucking idiot. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. You’re the bravest, kindest human to walk this tragic realm. You keep me on my toes and you never fail to to put a smile on my face. Even when you piss me off, even when you side with the miyas and even when you drag me out of bed. I love you and I’m sorry for taking so long to tell you.” He’s holding both you hands at this point. Both standing in silence. This has to be a dream right. You can’t wrap your head around it. “You love me? And you’re not pulling a prank on me?” Tears are falling.

“No” chuckling while wiping your tears. “Never about my feelings for you. May I?” He asks as he lifts your chin. Only nodding because all words have left your brain.

The kiss was sweet and passionate. As if both of your feelings from the moment you met up until this moment are fused into it. As you both pull away you feel like you’re on cloud nine.

“So, what do you say? Will you be mine?” Hands resting on your hips.

“I’m sorry…” shocked and stunned is the facial expression you’d describe on Rins face. While you on the other hand are grinning ear to ear. “But I’d love too” teasing him before placing your hands in his.

Whistles could be heard from the side. You both turn to see 4 heads sticking out from the gymnasium door. The twins, Aran and Kita. You turn to Rin who has a huge smirk on his face. Turning back to you and kissing you once more.

“Get a room” is all you can hear before smiling into Rins soft lips.

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wishful-seeker · 7 days

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My simplified story of my CRPS and experience with ketamine.

I've had crps for 5 years now. I developed it at 18 years old after completing a triathlon and getting tendinitis in my knee, which became crps. Over the course of 2 years it spread to both knees, both elbows, and both wrists. For the past 3 years i have been mostly bedridden. I couldn't walk for more than 3 minutes and even when i did it was excruciating, i couldn't touch a computer, any video games, i couldn't write anymore, i could barely make art anymore, i had to stop writing in my journal and had to keep it on my phone because of my pain. I cannot even sit in chairs or drive or run or jump. I use a wheelchair when i leave the house. When it was its worse it felt like i was being burned alive. I remember days when feeling okay lasted literal seconds and then it was gone. I remember days being in so much pain i couldn't pick up my phone and my mom had to spoon feed me. Days where all i could do was lay in bed and think. I remember days when i desperately wanted to go outside and feel the sun, when i walked outside i would count to 10. I would soak up everything i could in those 10 seconds, the colors of the sky and the fresh air. When the time was up i went back to bed and couldn't do that again for another few days.

I started ketamine infusions a year ago, i was diagnosed last year. I had infusions before i was diagnosed. First we did a 2 hour infusion. It worked wonders, for six weeks i actually jumped on a trampoline for a few minutes almost everyday, i even climbed the low branch of a tree and sat on it. Then we did a 4 hour infusion. The results were not the same. I tried four more 4 hour infusions every six weeks, but there was no relief. I was devastated. I thought the universe was cruel to even give me such hope. Then i got diagnosed and i was told of a place in Clearwater Florida with dr. Hanna that did infusions differently. I went there and met him, he prescribed a 4 hour infusion every day for 10 days, 5 days, the weekend off, then 5 more days, he also prescribed oral ketamine, 30mg 3 times a day on the weekend, one at night on infusion days. I did that. It was the hardest thing I've ever been through. It felt like dying a thousand times. I almost gave up and left early because i hate the experience of ketamine so much. But after the fifth day my dad noticed me bouncing my leg when i was sitting, something i did all my life up until crps which made it too painful. Thats when we realized, since the second infusion, i was in ZERO pain, none at all. That continued until i got home and i had a flair. I always get a flair after infusions, this is very normal for me, but it was scary. I worried the hardest thing i had ever done wasn't worth it. The flair ended, and i tried playing minecraft, my favorite game I've been unable to play for years. I had a system: play for 20 minutes, rest for 20 minutes, and repeat. I played for HOURS. I tried again the next day and it was the same, and the day after that, and the day after that. Six weeks after Clearwater i had whats called a booster infusion, which was 2 days of 4 hour infusions. Then i went two MONTHS until needing my next infusions, which i had two weeks ago.

Here is what my life looks like now: im still in bed most of the time, but i do not think of the pain, it doesn't distract me. It used to be 7-10/10 now its 3-6/10. I play minecraft with my best friend almost everyday often all day. Last week i painted a dresser. I have a garden i lightly care for each day. After the infusions before this one i had a day where i was completely able bodied, i baked a pie, went to the park, transplanted plants and played minecraft. Not only this, but even when the infusions wear off it still has permanent beneficial effects. In the past, no ketamine meant i was taking 4 scolding hot baths a day to soothe the pain in my knees. Now no ketamine means bath some days, maybe 2.

It's over. I made it. I made it to a life i thought was impossible and its not even done getting better. I am happy. I am not suffering. I am regaining freedom. It. Is. Over.

#crps #physically disabled #physical disability #cripplepunk

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wcamino-confessions · 2 years

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I hoped that the previous post would have been the last one, but I was wrong.

I never wanted to fan out this situation into the public as much as it was already, but I suppose I'll do it because I'm told that something is being posted on here that relates to the situation. I will tell the full story.

I have been trying to refund Mehrunes (Amino) / tansycloud (Tumblr). I have withstood their degrading comments, insults and their stubbornness, and I have reached out to people to properly handle the situation. I have tried to give them alternative ways to still get their artwork but they refused all of them. They actively made my life miserable, despite I've told them repeatedly I have a serious situation that I need to deal with and I couldn't because of them. This has gone on for almost three months of back and forth, me trying to give them a refund because I don't want to scam them.

They have tried to take advantage of it, me pleading to give them 2x the amount of the refund (20$) instead of the original 8$ because I was desperate to get out of the situation (though I was told not to do it, which I'm thankful of. At the time I offered it, I was having an anxiety attack due to the pressure they put on me and my situation in real life.)

They were the first to publicly shame me, originally posting about how I was scammer despite I had offered to refund them by being their said voucher, and spread misinformation. They have reached out to my commissioners asking about commissions and such and made them uncomfortable, I only know because some reached out to me and expressed their discomfort about mehrunes doing this. I was extremely upset at Mehrunes and asked them why they did this, at the time I was at work, so I had to multitask the issue and work.

I stated I would do the art instead of a refund so they could stop bringing it to the public and spreading misinformation. Then, the serious situation happened. And I had to refund a lot of commissioners. I gave Mehrunes LOTS of options. I asked for a more simple character, I told them I'll just deliver the refund now and when I'm ready to do the art I could do it before they resend the money, then boom- I offered so many other options because I was bending over backwards for their demands, but they kept refusing each one.

It soon got to the point where I had to talk to the Leadership team and was terrified to go on Amino because of how intense the situation got. I did what the leaders and my friends reccomended because at the time I was spiraling and just wanted the situation over. Mehrunes still continued to pressure for the commission. When they were banned, they sent me to the voucher and not their Discord account- Which now IM being blamed for bringing the voucher into this.

I just wanted to give them back their money.

I STILL tried to withstand the insults, degrading, etc. I stood my ground firmly when I told them they're getting a refund, and they completely ignored the message and just sends their character and acts like they're still getting their refund. I told them I'm not comfortable with doing the commission.

Then, a friend who knew about Mehrunes and their treatment towards me told me about an alternative account they THOUGHT was theirs. The account was posting Mehrunes toyhouse purge, reposting mehrunes commissions etc. They NEVER disclosed that Mehrunes wasn't the one behind the account and it was just the voucher posting their toyhouse purge for them. I was told to just send back the money because something felt off with the voucher and Mehrunes. And- I did. I sent back the 8$ (under protection in case I needed to do a charge back, if not would have sent an extra dollar or something to cover the og cost), and thats when Mehrunes blew up at me, saying how I scammed them and it was 12$ (when I double checked EVERYTHING with the voucher, including send screenshots and confirming the details), how i involved the voucher when I just explicitly told them how I don't want to continue this anymore.

The voucher then proceeds to blow up on me, not even reading my messages. I'll agree that it's wrong that I sent the money, I forgot about the situation that the voucher was in and I told them I'll do a charge back. They wouldn't listen to me though just like Mehrunes, and took the anger out on me for their account getting banned (which I played no part in). When they asked who did report them, I told them I wasn't comfortable with telling them because that's between the leaders and the persons privacy. They continued to pressure me to tell them, which I didn't. I have repeatedly told the voucher and mehrunes I don't want to involve the voucher because they asked not to be involved. I even told the voucher I'll dm a leader in my free time to give the leader their Discord to talk to them about the ban (Keep in mind, there was NO indication that they claimed they weren't mehrunes or was posting it for mehrunes, it truly looked like an alt account) because I wanted to help them.

I have huge red flags with the voucher and mehrunes. I'm running in circles with them now, I just wanted this over with and done because I'm tired, it's been practically three months of this back and forth and I just want it to end. I WANTED this between Mehrunes and I but mehrunes kept fanning it out into the public.

Mehrunes gaslights and says I'm doing this for attention - when they were the one doing it first- and would say multiple degrading comments, and their voucher is now doing the same thing with the rude comments, posting it into the public and fanning it out. And apparently mehrunes knows about my account activity, which makes Me even more uncomfortable.

I Don't know what to do anymore.. I don't want to give them nothing. I've tried so hard to give mehrunes the refund and at the time the art. This post is already so long, I'm sorry for that. A friend is helping me with screenshots, which I will do my best to provide if it really comes down to that.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. If you have suggestions on what you think I should do, please let me know.

And I know Tansycloud / mehrunes is going to comment. I tried everything I could to not have this out in the open so much. I just want this to end.

#submission #tansy if youre reading this you better grow the fuck up and just let them refund you #dont be funny in the notes either im so close to banning you from the blog for this bs.. let them make it right or stfu #<- mod x

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anandasamsara · 1 year

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i guess im in a new low for my depression

im kind of afraid of going outside. its not really fear, but its uncomfortable to think about getting out of the house and i feel like i dont deserve to??

which tangles with the "there are relatively good things happening between the bad ones, but the good things happening arent the ones that should be happening, so i cant feel good about them"

like, i guess my parents are actually really divorcing this time, which is the bad thing, but ive been able to get a few conventions down for the next two months, which should be good, but what i actually need to happen is a real job that i can use to pay rent if/when my dad goes away, which is both bad and good, bc i dont actually want a job bc i dont feel like i can put up with any more stress, but i do want dad to leave bc its been impossible with him here, so i need the job...

my anxiety has also been manifesting as rashes and acne bc the feeling isnt enough anymore for my brain to let me know there are things wrong all around even tho theres not much i can do about it other than worry

i also dont feel human bc i dont want to deal with everything, i dont want a job, i dont want to feel, ive been sleeping for like almost 15 hours per day, havent washed my hair in two weeks and dont feel any motivation to keep going

im trying tho, but the only thing that makes me feel a little bit better is thinking about the big convention thats coming up in july, but i know i shouldnt be thinking about it bc i need a stable job and income to pay the bills, and then it stresses me out and i feel burnt out and not wanting to exist

and then i catch myself thinking on how much better my mom's life would have been if i wasnt born, and then i blame my parents for everything bc i sure as hell didnt ask to be here and have to deal with expectations in a world that will never be accomodating to any of my limitations that i only learned i had after becoming a legal adult bc i was the gifted child and never had to think about it before

and this limitations keep surprising me still bc now i cant keep up with my friends for most things, i cant lift much weight even tho my arms can take it, i cant go up anything steeper than a 20° angle without struggle, cant be on my feet for more than 4 hours a day, and if its cold or too hot it goes down to 2 hours max, if i get cramps on my left leg it can take up to 3 days to get better and who know wht can happen if i fall down stairs again. theres a hook holding the bone in place, and if i break it, no idea if it can be fixed

and im still called lazy, or irresponsible, or someone has the guts to send me a job offer of babysitter or tell me that if i have to leave the post grad to be a cashier in a supermarket, that's life for me

i did leave, i cant afford it and it was turning out to be an awful place with awful professors

i was counting with the conventions to keep the post grad and try to go back to therapy, but this is the second month with none and as i get desperate, i also get hit repeatedly with my own limits and my own self worth that says i only have my body in this life so i shouldnt sacrifice it, but then i know i wont have much choice soon, so again, why am i even here to start with? i did not sign up for this, i do not want to be here

#personal

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literally just remembered i have an oc who would probably fit well-ish into the cod universe, as well as just. in the real world in general, cuz hes basically a background/filler character for when i just need. A Guy whos a jack of all trades. whenever something happened, he was there. "i know a guy" sorta guy, yk?

his name's sylvester and i dont even have a design for him besides beach blonde hair thats at *least* shoulder length, as well as short and lanky body. originally thinking of him as being in his mid 20s but like. no. so im bumping it up to lets say.. 42. ish.

originally he was actually a security guard type of guy, who then turned into a comms/IT specialist guy, but i see him being a radio host sometime further down the line in time.

now that im actually thinking about him, im enjoying the idea of him like actually being hired by the military because hes desperate and job-hunting was going awfully.

massive hermit though, i dont think he would care that hes on a literal military base surrounded by a buncha buff (and hot) people. bro's lowkey bi but hasnt dated since like highschool

hes there for a job, and then hes out. whats overtime? doesnt exist. something breaks at 5.02pm? tough luck. hes already in his car on the way home. adios suckers

and because of that i can see him appearing *very* standoffish and quite frankly like a massive dick and the type of guy whos there to do his job, not make friends

i do imagine him going around base like once a month and playing fix-it-felix with how often shit gets damaged. a lifesaver for those who wanna just crash in the "common area" and watch a random game, but couldnt cuz the cables were damaged.

i do think hes also the sorta guy that, when you finally befriend him and get past that "oh my god dont talk to me im busy" attitude, hed do literally anything for you. acts of service KING. type of guy to ask "hey im at the store, you need anything" and actually go trough with it. climbing in trough your window with a sopping wet carton of milk (it got punctured and half of it spilled on the way up. hes still delivering it though)

idiot loser white guy. hes got those pathetic little meow meow eyes. like nothing has happened to him, he just looks like that. i want to give him nerd glasses and hear him say "ermh, akhtsualleigh (<- actually)"

i think its funny how im plopping him in the cod universe where the most interaction hes probably had with the cod boys are when like. someones doing work and their computer bluescreens. thats it. absolutely no overlap. the venn diagram circles are 7 kilometers away from each other, actually.

idk hes like. a very boring guy and i love my stupidly everyday little guys. hes literally just some guy and thats all he needs to be

~ rusty

Stone, the king of overworking himself, @ Sylvester: What do you mean you don't do overtime?

Sylvester, probably: Overtime's for bitches.

Anyways, I think besides the overtime shit, Stone and Sylvester would get along. Because they're both reclusive.

#tyler's asks #tyler's inbox #tyler answers asks #answering asks #asks #other ocs #oc talk #task force 141 oc #call of duty oc #cod oc #task force 141 oc: stone #call of duty oc: stone #cod oc: stone #rusty anon #:)

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saudade-asylum · 9 months

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seeing as how quarantine is about to end for me (i’m moving back to london for uni on october 3rd) i figured i’d make a bullet list of all the things i’ve done/learnt these past 6 months :)

——its gonna get dark kids——

• i put a brown box dye on my head and i have not been a brunette since 2014. thats 6 years. i hate it but i also like it????

• my depression is a lot worse than i thought :) and i think i may have something else along side that and i am in desperate need of therapy :))))

• if i don’t have false nails on i will immediately bite my nails down to nubs and when i run out of nail i will progress to the skin around my nail bed and further. there is no stopping it. i have begun to like the taste of the stuff that’s meant to make you hate biting your nails

• put on a stone but have lied to everyone and said i have not but my proportions have just shifted??? don’t know why everyone fell for that but hey ho

• my grandmother was into incest :) there is a chance my mum was born via incest :))))) i hate it here

• i started cutting

• i tried monster for the first time (ultra blue) and i really like it

• i don’t deserve friends and so when a minor argument started i decided to use that to cut them all off because i’m a horrible person and i really think they can do better than me but i really miss every friend i’ve ever had so i’ve been stalking instagrams like crazy

• turned 20 and immediately had a minor breakdown and promptly put all my money and effort into kidcore alt fashion

• i cannot have a single conversation about politics with my parents lest we have a horrible argument and i get my feelings hurt via their racist and homophobic comments that they will immediately brush off

• i’m a lesbian, i’ve identified as lit rally every label i could before i figured it out. even labelling myself as a trans guy and ace through a super cheeky combination of compulsory heteronormativity and not understanding what a real friendship is due to all my toxic ass ex friends and thinking every boy crush was a crush when i just wanted to hang out with them. rip (ace people are still cool though and i love them all they’re like the family of your ex gf who you still love and hang out with)

• i tried the pink monster and it’s fucking RANK

• i spent over £2000 (my student loan) this lockdown on useless mindless shit of which includes colouring books i haven’t used, a mini fridge, a shit ton of earrings, a shit ton of takeaways, every sims expansion pack, and several plush animals

• told my parents that i’d spent over £2000 and started sobbing so now they seem to be taking the mental health thing a bit more seriously and have agreed to let me go see my mates in london and pay for it which is actually nice :)

• my mate had to cancel and none of my other mates wanted to see me / weren’t in the area the one day i was down so instead i walked around for so long that both of my heels burst open

• i have left my hair brown the whole lockdown but now i’m going back to art uni in london and now im thinking i need to dye it something cool or no one will be able to tell i’m a) gay b) actually arty or they’ll just think i’m a background character and no one will talk to me

• since my last bullet point about weight i have gained another 1/2 stone and am now 17 stone. i have 47 days till i go back to uni and i’m not really sure what to do. i think if i could get back to my initial weight of 15 stone before i go back i’d be ecstatic but i’m not sure how realistic that is? i’ve done diets in the past that have let me lose a stone but not sure how to do it now cause i’m veggie??

• it’s my fault my mums in pain because if i wasn’t greedy and going to uni then they’d have the money to pay for my mums knee replacement and she’d be able to get a better job and make friends in a non toxic work environment

• the only reason my parents aren’t getting a divorce is because it’s too expensive - according to my mum

• i’ve given up on the whole losing weight thing because i’m honestly too fucking sad to stop using food to fill any disappointment in myself. it’s actually incredibly difficult to stop eating

• since saying i was giving up on dieting i’ve actually ended up eating less??? not sure what my brains doing up there but hey ho i’m liking the development

• started crying when a minecraft streamer said i was smart for a suggestion i made (wasn’t even minecraft related)

#ive been updating this as lockdown continued

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code3aviation · 10 months

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Going back to school at 38 years old.

This is the first blog i have ever written, and since there has been such a change in my life these past months, I figured that I would start from there and go backwards.

So sometime near the beginning of last year. The grind of my work had been really affecting my home life, friendships and relationships. I wont go into a ton of detail as that is for perhaps another blog.

Last year, I was a sheriff deputy. Well, I still am technically but i digress. Last year I came to the realization that working in public service, although a noble cause, had far more sacrifice then I was willing to endure. My child was 6 years old at the time, and full of energy and wanting to do things other then stay at home all the time such as play with friends and go to the lake and the like. Also, being six years old, he was old enough to go adult places with mom and dad such as movies, restaurants, long car rides with out tons of constant attention. which meant that times should have been good, if not great. But, they werent.

As a sheriff deputy, I was expected to change my schedule, rotate shifts, get paid to off requests denied, and overall sacrifice those good times for the sake of public safety. What did i get in exchange for it? Honestly I cant think of any positives. the pay was lousy, the paid time off was non existent and the constant changing schedule, meant that I had to ship the kiddo off to the baby sitter a lot more than I would have liked, and those days that I didn't work and had the kid, My wife would almost certainly work. Days off together were far and few between.

When you start talking with some of the older officers on the force and all they keep saying is how they cant wait to retire and that they wish they had done something else, you realize that maybe its time to leave. Thats exactly what I did.

What started out as an idea about a new hobby, turned into a career change. I started off with wanting to get my pilots license just for fun. when i looked into the finances of the whole deal, I realized that I would never be able to afford to fly once i completed training and the license would become a very expensive "Bucket list" item. So I looked into what it took to be a professional pilot. While vastly more expensive, I discovered that pilots make very good salary. this decision was made easier by the fact that the country is going through a pilot shortage and almost every airline and private charter company is desperate for qualified pilots. The return on the investment of flight school was actually pretty high.

So i quit my job and started flight school. Here I am, an almost 40 year old going back to school. The first day felt as awkward as any first day anywhere i guess. I looked around the room filled with about 30 future aviators, and saw maybe 1 or 2 other students around my age. the rest were in their early 20's. Most of my career I have always worked jobs where there are constantly younger people entering the profession for the first time, so I never really felt out of place around the younger crowd. But those co workers always had similar interests and similar experience in which we could share. Now I am in class with a bunch of kids that haven't hardly had any experiences at all. Like, they went straight form high school to flight school. I graduated from high school the year that many of them were born.

So here I am trying to make friends. even though I really dont want to, but i NEED to. These connections that I make will certainly come in handy later in my career. So i smile, tell a joke every once in a while, and pretend to laugh at theirs....most of the time, I have no idea what they're talking about. Social media is huge for this generation and they will talk about certain videos that go viral or certain youtubers that did something. Where as my generation would reference this that happened in movies, current events, sports, etc. So ive had to work a lot harder to, not neccesarily fit in, but participate in this new school setting. For the most part, I don't do a lot of talking to this group. When I do speak, it is mostly school related and I take it very seriously. Something that ive not done in years past. I should mention that a lot of the students that are going to this program are the type that have wanted to be pilots their whole, albeit short lives. for some of them, this is their dream job. Not me. this is a job.

I am certainly not passionate about aviation like I was with law enforcement, but I am passionate about providing a better life for my family. So, as I grind though this process and have various lessons and appointments, I will frequently run into my other class mates that all still seem to show various levels of interests in the profession, but I have connection with them. In fact my instructors are quite a bit younger than i am as well so I have a difficult time connecting with them as well.

My instructors seem to see me as a means to an end. the end meaning that they earn enough flight time teaching me that they are able to apply for the more lucrative pilot jobs. Not that I need them to become best buddies with me or anything, but sitting shoulder to shoulder with someone in what is basically a Honda civic with wings, its tough to feel like you're just another product in an assembly line. has a very "alone" type feeling. i was supposed to start the same school with a buddy of mine, but he has had some issues come up that he needed more time to address. I was hopeful to have him around to be able to share this experience with. there is also another previous co worker that ended up doing the same training, but at a different school and we talk occasionally.

to be continued

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the-sunshine-dims · 2 years

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I posted 3,597 times in 2022

That's 2 more posts than 2021!

193 posts created (5%)

3,404 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@emphasis-on-the-oopsie

@stillebesat

@theatresweetheart

@djpurple3

@spinaroos-47

I tagged 544 of my posts in 2022

#fin speaks - 147 posts

#toh spoilers - 121 posts

#toh - 53 posts

#thanks to them spoilers - 40 posts

#the owl house - 34 posts

#the worm house - 30 posts

#jwcc spoilers - 26 posts

#fin liveblogs - 23 posts

#self reblog - 20 posts

#jwcc season 5 - 19 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#even if people have the oportunity to see my past fandom sins (*cough cough* south park *cough cough*) i just dont like moving all my stuff

My Top Posts in 2022:

three seconds

After months of inactivity i present you a fic for a different fandom becuase it emotionally wrecked me

ao3

Words: 1355

Summary: Hunter runs from the owl house

Contents and Warnings: hollow mind spoilers, hunter angst, ambiguous/open ending, implied/referenced child abuse,

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It took exactly three seconds for everything to crash down onto Hunter.

Every horror, every emotion.

And the terrifying realization that his unc- Belos, wanted to kill him.

Three seconds and he couldn’t breathe. trying desperately to get air in his lungs but it just didn’t work , he felt like was choking and he ripped his cape off- the cape he had held beloved only mere hours earlier- and just stared at it in abstract horror, the sudden taste of bile mixed with dirt overwhelming his senses.

He needs to run.

He needs to hide .

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i grief ordered a flapjack plush right after thanks to them aired from the mystery shack and its so funny because

man looks like everyone did, we all coping dhdh

51 notes - Posted October 20, 2022

ah yes, the episodes after kings tide, their actually my favorite <3

85 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

what kind of monster

Ao3

Words: 5.8k

Summary: “Sometimes people just aren’t good”

Hunter, knew that,

But what did that mean for him, who even after everything, still missed belos?

(or: Hunter, after thinking about it for a while, asked Eda a question, and then promptly internalized the answer. but eventually, it all comes to a head, and he gets comfort and some more answers that he may not know what to do with, but will help him cope in the future)

Contents and Warnings: minor injury, hunter angst, lots of mentioned child abuse and manipulation, panic attacks, abuse mindset, hurt/comfort, happy ending, post-season two finale, minor character death (belos),

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“Sometimes people just aren’t good”

That answer had repeated in Hunter's brain on loop for days.

He still didn’t know how to feel about it.

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My #1 post of 2022

i’m never ganna stop crying about the fact that becuase eda never taught king to call her mom litterally everytime he just calls her her name it has the same meaning, like at least at first he probably learned her name through other people calling her it, and then her calling herself that, so little baby king was just like “:] yeah that’s eda” with the same weight as “:] yeah that’s my mom” becuase thats how kids work, to him eda is just interchangable with mom, becuase eda is his mom, and his mom’s name is eda.

and that is what she is to him, she raised him, she always looked out for him, she always protected him, she even managed to get a human to help her out when king lost his burgerqueen crown, becuase it mattered to king, so she did everything she could to get it back.

she is his mom, she just doesnt call herself it, so king never calls her it. also even once he realizes ‘yes he once had a biological parent’ he only even considers his dad, he doesnt even acknowledge that he probably had a mom too, becuase in his mind, that role’s taken already.

like shes literally just his mom, she raised him since he was a hatchling, she always took care of him, she even had one of those ‘becuase i said so’ moments in season 1 with him acting like a son would, groaning and pouting before going along with it anyways also i know this is already probably pretty well known becuase he literally changed his name to king clawthorn which from the scene has the weight of adoption.

but still, everytime he calls eda ‘eda’ its the same as him calling her ‘mom’ and that is making me emotional.

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

*-*-*

As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Ooh, you write for Greek Mythology? Perhaps Zeus kidnapping a male reader, and basically not listening to them at all. Zeus getting more and more annoyed that the reader fails to care about all the opulence, grandeur, and power Zeus has. The reader just trying to escape and struggle. Zeus deciding to teach them a lesson to respect the king of the gods?

Yandere Zeus x male reader

I was so tempted to just write a scene where Zeus just goes boop! And turns the reader into a cow 😂😂😂😂😂 Anyways, thanks for requesting! Greek Mythology is also one of weaknesses, especially Hades, Persephone, Ares, and Hephaesteus💖💖💖

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TW: gore

Yandere Zeus:

It didn't work.

Nothing works.

You laid in a fetal position on the wooden floor of your apartment; crying. Crying because of the pain.

The pain of emptying the bottle of acid into your eyes? Partly the reason.

The pain of realisation that you've lost? Mostly.

I should've just stayed there. You cried. Should've just stayed with him and let him have his way.

It would've been far less traumatising than this anyways. This, this curse that he had given you all because you didn't want to sleep with him.

Who would've thought that Zeus, the Greek God, would have become obsessed with a mere mortal like you? And then who would have even imagined that he would kidnap you and take you to Olympus; where he would confess his love for you?

You certainly didn't. You thought that maybe you were just off your meds or that this was just a really weird dream. But the reality of the situation dawned on you the longer you stayed there; the longer Zeus made his advances on you.

You didn't get why he was so infatuated with you. Or so tolerant either. You've heard all the stories about him kidnapping others and forcing himself on them, but he never once forced himself on you. He could have, but he didn't. Instead, he kept on trying to gain your affection like one would do in a normal relationship.

His palace was the main attraction of Olympus. Golden gates and marble floors and huge pillars showed the grandeur of the palace. Wine so sweet that you couldnt get enough of, yet you didnt get drunk and food so delectable, you could devour the entire table. How you wished you could stay here forever and enjoy these treats, but you knew nothing comes for free.

Zeus tried to impress you with his powers, his wealth, and everything he could give you if only you accept to be with him for eternity. He had even given you the gift of immortality, which you tried to return but couldn't.

He was being beyond generous and patient with you. But you couldn't help but feel he had a sinister ulterior motive behind those charming grey eyes.

When showing off wasn't working, he started getting physical. Brushing his hands on your body, hugging you a bit too long for it to be comfortable, even forcing you into his lap.

Of course, you struggled. Who wouldn't? A powerful god comes and whisks you away to another dimension, then proclaims his love for you and offers you all the luxurious amenities one could only dream of, only asking for your love in return? When he could easily overpower you? Yeah, something doesn't sit right.

And its not just that reason alone that you kept resisting him, you know. You've heard of his wife and sister, Hera. You've heard all the stories of how she would treat her husband's mistresses and men.

You feared her, because if anything, the Olympian Gods were famous for their cruel punishments.

You really should've remembered that when you finally flipped out on Zeus, screaming how you don't need him, don't care about him, don't and won't ever love him.

That was the first time you saw him get angry, but it was gone just as soon as it came.

He collected himself and sighed. You thought you had finally gotten through to him but instead of letting you go or even strike you with thunder for such disrespect, he did something else. “You really want to return so bad? Alright, who am I to deny my love?”

He made a bet with you. "If you can survive in your world without me for... 2 months? No, that'll be too harsh on you; 1 month, I'll let you go and never pursue you ever again. And if i win, you'll do everything I say." He smirked. "What do you say? Sounds fair?"he asked you, his eyes hinting nothing mischievous.

You knew better. You knew he was playing some really heinous game with you, where all the rules are in his favour and the odds were stacked against you. But you were desperate for escape. Plus, it was only a month right? You could do it.

But you couldn't.

Zeus had given you a parting "gift". Which you had to accept in order to leave. You didn't know what exactly it was until you returned home.

You were surprised to see everything was normal. You thought that maybe you would be kicked out of your apartment, bankrupted yourself or someone was going to kill you.

No. Nothing bad was happening to you. It was happening to everyone around you and they didn't even know it.

As it turns out, Zeus had cursed gifted you with the ability to see how someone was going to die when you looked at them. And you could warn them all about it, but no one would believe you. You couldn't prevent their deaths. And somehow, everyone around you had horrible, gruesome deaths.

You had those pictures forever embedded in your mind.

You'll never forget how your tailor friend had her hair loose and they got stuck in the sewing machine, and ripped her entire scalp off, tearing away all the nerves and blood vessels.

Or how a guy from work accidentally slipped on to the rail tracks, and was run over by the incoming train; his skin and guts stuck to the tracks. They had to pour chemicals to dissolve his remains.

Or how your pot dealer owed some people, and wasn't able to pay them so they put him through a mince machine, but the machine kept getting stuck so they chopped his already mutilated body and then threw him back into the machine, piece by piece.

It was too much.

You decided to not look at all. You wrapped your eyes in a tight bandage around your head, but all thanks to him, you could see right through them.

When that plan failed, you decided to stay at home and avoid contact with people completely. But then, you could see the deaths of people on your TV, on your phone, even of people in your dreams. And the deaths were getting more gorey and disturbing.

So, you decided to pour acid into your eyes. It was painful. And for a second, it was worth it because you couldn't see.

But they regenerated back. Because he had made you immortal. Your eyes healed back with the perfect 20/20 vision.

And thats how you were in this position right now. Crying to yourself as you finally admit to that you've lost.

"Zeus."you finally whispered, not even entirely sure you did. But that was confirmed when you felt a slight breeze behind you, causing you to cry harder.

"Shhh, darling. Its okay. I'm here now."Zeus said to you in a calming voice, as he pulled you to his chest.

"P-please make it stop. I- I'm sorry! Just make it stop please, I beg you."you cried into his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "Did you learn lesson, love?"he asked in a quiet tone.

You pulled your head out of his chest and nodded vigorously. "yes! Yes. I've learned it. You were right. I was wrong. I- I lost the bet. Just please make it stop-"you sobbed.

Zeus caressed your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. "Alright. Let’s go back home, okay? I've missed you a lot. 2 weeks apart was far too long for me, love."

When you both returned to Olympus, you were met with a woman. As you looked at her in the arms of Zeus, you didn’t have to ask to know the Queen of Olympus was waiting for her husband and you.

She smiled at you.

“Welcome back, darling.”

Hope you guys liked this! Thanks for being so patient!💞💞

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sprixyn · 2 years

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kimharry childhood friends au that i have LOTS OF IDEAS ABOUT that i need to share IMMEDIATELY but ill put them under the cut to spare most of you. also please excuse the weird experimental coloring i was having a moment

imagine. u are ltn kitsuragi, you show up to the whirling in rags. down the stairs comes the bloated alcoholic face of your first ever crush. its been over 20 years since you have seen him, you arent even sure if he remembers you so you try to keep your mouth shut for the time being until you can find a good moment. later on once you are caught up on the whole memory loss thing, something occurs to you - maybe this is better. its a fresh start for both of you. you didn't exactly part on the best of terms... PLUS harry says something about it being a fresh start without all the painful memories he clearly must have had -> kim overthinks it and convinces himself that if harry forgot something then it must have been something he didnt WANT to remember

and. i think that harry was kind of a jock ... i mean he ended up a gym teacher so. maybe he had kind of a parental figure in his gym teacher in HS as well that made him want to go down that career path but i dont think that he really fit in with the other jocks cause hes just a fuckin Weird Guy u know right. also its implied in game that kim got bullied?? and i imagine once they became friends the bullying kind of Mysteriously Stopped. maybe due to some backstage interference from someone. little bit of threatening perhaps

ALSO I WAS THINKING they lived on the same street?? or at least within walking distance of one another. so they could meet up super easily they and solved little crimes together... and

i also think probalby harry didnt have the best home life. daddy issues fit with him. erm hes a repressed little homosexual and when kim tries to get him to open up about his shit after months of being pushed away he lashes out really hard. basically acts like his dad does to him and thats when their relationship ends because its close to graduation. kim moves away before they get a chance to talk it over :(

i think kim decides to tell him everything after he wakes up from the shot. he realizes that u don't live forever especially in their line of work and he has to come clean cause harry deserves to know i can really drag the angst out here because harry will be rightfully angry. i mean kim held back info that he has been so desperately trying to find this whole time but then he apologizes for saying those things so long ago and asks for a fresh start and kim is like duh. its been so long it doesnt affect me anymore (lying)

thats all i can think of right now basically i need to draw them being babies and also this would have very interesting consequences for both of their characters i think.

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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two beautiful girls

someone asked for me to try dad!tom again so here's my humble attempt, I really really hope it doesn't disappoint but honestly I didn’t spend a lot of time on it before my brain turned to mush :) hope everyones okay... today seems to have felt particularly shitty for no real reason, but sending lots o love <3

dad!tomholland x reader

Summary: dealing with your daughter while tom’s away is tricky to say the least, but its all worth it when the three of u are reunited again // fluff (and maybe angst if u squint rlly hard)

(I can’t work out where this pic is from to credit but pls lmk if it’s yours/ u know)

Normally, hearing the door turn in the lock of your front door was one of the best sensations in the world. No matter how long Tom had been away for you would always be filled with such a sense of relief and warmth just by knowing he was there. Sometimes it’d be after he left only a couple of hours previous for a two hour meeting; or after a quick long weekend in New York for an event; ranging to a two and half month block of shooting across the globe. Especially since little Nova was born, your longing for Tom was only quadrupled because you also had a complete ‘daddy’s girl’ pining after him too.

Tom had only been away for a couple of nights, yet your 18 month daughter seemed to think she’d been abandoned for months on end. She had slept for less than 6 hours each day and as much as you tried to appeal to her wise and intellectual side (which didnt really exist - she was only 18 months) that sleep would pass the time till his return ; she was having absolutely none of it. Nova kept you up for hours and hours, screaming, screeching and wailing because you weren’t as ‘funny’ as daddy or as soft as her daddy. And what does a sleep deprived baby lead to…? A grumpy baby. She refused to eat which was so awful because then you felt as if you were neglected your child.

It just made you feel a bit of a failure, to be quite frank. The house was a mess - you’d tried almost every toy to cheer her up, which Nova had actually found great joy in launching back at your face in spite. You were a mess too - at one point, who knows when, you had tied your hair back but now flyaways were everywhere as it pulled itself out of the grasp of the too-loose scrunchie. Oh and then there was the babyfood Nova had kindly spat all over your shirt.

It had been a really fun three days.

It was therefore counter intuitive, the fact that Tom’s homecoming only filled you with dread. But you didnt want him to think your were a failure. You were supposed to be Novas mum after all, why must things be so hard when they’re supposed to be all natural and easy? She hadn’t even reached the terrible twos phase yet - that seemed like a far off hellish nightmare you were trying to avoid thinking of. Of course, you loved loved loved Nova - she was already growing up so fast that it actually hurt your heart a little, to think of how much in even a week she’d grown.

But it was still fair to say she’d been a little devil this week.

This evening you had finally managed to tempt her to sit in the high chair, she’d had about two mouthfuls when you heard Tom entering. Thats exactly what you needed, Tom to get her all over excited so she wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t go down and wouldn’t let you rest. In the madness of it all, you hadn’t managed to even attempt to clean up the sea of toys either so Tom would immediately have all your failings before his eyes. Just bloody great.

“Where are my two beautiful girls?”

Like clockwork, he’d always say it and Nova would always gurgle out a “dada” just as she did today. Though this time she kicked her legs in desperation, momentarily looking at you with the kindest eyes she’d given you the week. It was only because she wanted something, you knew that, yet you still gave in. With a sigh you stood up and unclipped her from the high chair, even if this was the first time in a good few days she’d been happily eating her dinner. Or rather, had taken the single first bite.

She had something to show her Dad though. When he’d left she still didnt have certain skills, capabilities that only now she had learnt. Nova was very proud of her knew ability to kick things - recently discovered when you were attempting to put her shoes on to go to the supermarket. Instead, after 5 attempts of her impressively booting them across the room you’d surrendered - Nova walked round the shops barefoot (probably a bit irresponsible on your part but desperation calls).

So now she giggled whilst hurtling through the room, as Tom rounded the corner in grey joggers and a black hoodie. You watched his eyes light up, whilst he knelt down at the door way to welcome your curly haired princess into his arms. With all her force, she barrelled into him , her little arms wrapping as far around his broad chest as she could. Immediately Tom reciprocated, pulling her up into his arms and swaying slightly side to side.

“Hey little one, I missed you!” He was positively grinning from ear to ear as he rose the two of them up , pressing a quick peck to her unruly locks.

Only then did he look up and survey the surrounding situation, you saw him track his eyes through the mess of toys on the floor, over the counter top piled high with dishes you hadn’t got round to doing and the bin that was overflowing because you just had kept putting off taking it out. It was so embarrassing that you daren’t to even look at him, instead focusing completely on mixing the now lukewarm mush you’d made for Nova round the bowl. Tom slowly picked his way through the hazardous floor, inspecting you closely. It honestly made him feel a pang of guilt, the way you looked beyond exhausted and run down - the dark shadows under your eyes only testament to that.

“Hey darling.” He spoke softly, keeping Nova pressed to his chest in one arm while the other went to rub your side. “You okay?” Not wanting to disappoint him, you momentarily collected yourself before looking up at him with the a small smile.

“Yeh I’m good. How was the flight?” You knew Tom already saw past your attempt of small talk, the was his eyebrows furrowed slightly being the tell. But before he could question you further Nova started wriggling round in his hold, making him arch back to look at her.

“Have you been a good girl for mummy little one?” Given your defeated look, Tom was pretty sure he already knew the answer - Nova chose instead of confirming either way to just wriggle some more as she shouted Dada.

“What you doing crazy?” He chuckled rhetorically, bending down to let her out of his hold, where she then dragged him across the room to the foam mini ball she had. With her still slightly uncoordinated gait, she focused her eyes completely on the ball, her tongue slightly poking out the left corner of her mouth. Then with a forceful yelp she smashed the ball upwards and across the room, flying into a closed cupboard door before bouncing down to the floor. Expectantly Nova’s hazel eyes immediately then searched for her Dad’s - a massive smirk on her face.

“NO WAY NOVA!!!” He shrieked, running and scooping her up once again, this time spinning her round so her legs flew out- her giggles enough to warm even the coldest heart of stone. “Your right foot is better than Manes!” He laughed, though neither girl in the room getting the football reference- Tom had long since given up hope of you getting invested in football, no matter how hard he had tried. “You’re gonna be the best little footballer Kingston has ever seen!”

Nova seemed more than fulfilled with his praise, laughing and settling down in his hold whilst he straightened up glancing back at you again.

“She’s learning so fast.” You mumbled up at him and Tom nodding, taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“She’s got a pretty impressive teacher!” He tried so hard to perk you up, nudging your side as his gaze felt as though he was boring holes into you.

Not knowing how to reply to his compliment you left it and the room faded to silence briefly, the atmosphere feeling rather uncomfortable for your marital home.

“Do you mind finishing off her dinner if I take a shower?” You muttered under your breath, wanting an escape.

Naturally Tom agreed, even if he watched you walk out the room with a worrisome expression on his face. He knew his job wasn’t easy for you at all. It had been hard enough when it has just the two of you, the long periods apart bore longer on you. Over the time Tom had been acting, he’d become somewhat used to these long periods of absence, it had just become the usual. But for you? You working a normal job meant it was harder. You couldn’t go on double dates with your friends - half the time you boyfriend was across a sea from you. Now though, with Nova, you’d lost someone you grew to depend on. Yes, it might only be for briefer periods of time but it still didn’t feel any easier. He was effectively leaving you to be a single mother and although his family obviously endeavoured to support you in every way possible. It just wasn’t the same.

So whilst Nova babbled excitedly her mostly gibberish in the highchair, Tom spent the time sweeping round the kitchen/diner , collecting up the toys into their boxes, loading up the dishwasher and wiping clean the surfaces - all whilst entertaining Nova with brief ‘no reallys’?” And “what ! That’s unbelievable’ and “so what did you tell them?” In response to her baby language babble. His fiery daughter was distracted by the food and one sided chat for all of 20 minutes, letting him just about finish up before she grew impatient of some more attention.

“So what did you get up to then little miss nuisance?” He asked while wiping her mouth which was now smeared with her tomatoey gloop.

“Went park. Mummy made cookies!!”

“Cookies? No way can I have one?” He did honestly fancy the sound of a cookie, and after lifting her out the seat and onto his lap he looked round the kitchen in search of the baked goods.

“No.” She giggled with a mischievous twinkle in her eye “all gone!!”

“What?!?”

“All gone! Mummy and me drawed too look!” She pointed out the multicoloured scribble of uncoordinated lines spiralling together that had been stuck on the fridge.

“Oooh that’s beautiful darling what else did you do?”

“Mummy and me played paw patrol! Mummy was silly!” Nova laughed at the memory, Tom squeezing her up into his chest again loving how bloody precious she was.

“Why was mummy silly?”

“She did Ryders voice! Mummy voice is better than Daddy’s!”

“WHAT?!?” Shrieking in offence, Tom tickled her belly until she was squirming on the top of his thighs in fits of laughter, making Tom laugh away too.

He truly loved his beautiful daughter.

It took you a good couple of hours to venture downstairs, feeling for some ludicrous reason that you had to pluck up the courage. When you went down, you assumed that Nova had already passed out or was about to - the house was serene and quiet. So in your joggers and one of Tom’s big tees, you crept back down the stairs. Entering the kitchen first to get yourself a water and Tom a beer ( he never didn’t want a beer, especially after a long flight). As you entered, your feet seemed to loose their connection with you body making you halt jerkily, seeing the almost sparkling kithchen. All the toys and general clutter was gone from the floor; the dishes magically vanished, revealing a counter that you’d almost forgotten had existed. What you had done to deserve Tom was beyond you, yet you were so grateful - and felt a flutter inside your chest as you went back out and into the living room.

Tom had Nova sat on his thighs, though she was more like slumped against his chest as he tried to lull her to sleep with his deep voice quietly reading one of her superhero books. It had been unavoidable - she’d been indoctrinated into the world of Marvel before she could even talk, Tom insisting on wanting her to know that ‘she could be a superhero too if she wanted to’. The Spiderman baby grow, the captain marvel water bottle- the subtle nods to his roles where impossible to avoid in your house. His warm eyes briefly flicked up when he noticed you standing at the doorway, he paused his sentence to give you a warm smile and nod you over to the sofa beside him. Still feeling a little self conscious, you stared at the floor while rounding the table and plonking yourself down next to him - allowing just a little gap of space.

“Thanks for sorting the kitchen, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry at all darling” He arched over to you and pressed a quick peck to your forehead before Nova mewled in annoyance of her story being interrupted. He lightly chuckled, bringing the one hand that wasn’t holding the book to brush her unruly curls back off her head.

Tom kept reading in his soft voice and you let your eyes slip close, just enjoying the peace that you hadn’t experienced in what felt like a lifetime as Tom’s voice lightly hummed through your head. That was until Nova decieded to interrupt the calm just once more. She grumbled insistently and squirmed in her Dads lap, before heavily pulling her head up and blinking at you - holding her arms out expectantly.

“Think she wants her mum” Tom whispered, already lifting her over to you as you sat slightly bemused by the whole situation. Tom was home, her daddy was home, why did she want you? Tom laughed at your quizzical face as Nova burrowed her nose into you neck, letting out a contented huff. “My girls huh?”

“I promise you this is the first time this weekend she’s acknowledged me as anything more than mrs truchbull!”

“Well she’s spent all evening telling me about how good you are at baking and how your paw patrol voices are better than mine.” He murmured his words lowly, so as not to disturb Nova who was already asleep on your chest.

“She did?”

“She loves her mum… almost as much as I do” Chuckling, Tom wrapped his arm round you, pulling the both of you down to his chest while you swore your heart was exploding.

“I love you too Tommy”

Safe to say you and Nova were both exhausted, so after an almost shamefully short time your head rested heavier and heavier on Tom’s shoulder whilst he aimlessly carded his fingers through the ends of your hair. You really were an exceptionally amazing mother, before Nova Tom assumed he couldn’t love you anymore and yet seeing you cuddled up to his baby girl - his feelings for you could only grow infinitely. Making the executive decision to not move either of you upstairs to bed, he instead reached over to grab the blanket. He draped it over himself and his two best girls, choosing to stay in that magical moment for as long as possible.

He loved his beautiful family of three.

And tess … Tess too ;)

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #dad!tom #Tom Holland x y/n

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violetnotez · 3 years

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d r a m a t u r g y

Itadori x reader | Jujutsu Kaisen

⤷ Genre: Fluff

⤷ Word Count: 1072

⤷ Warnings: maybe cursing???? maybeeeeeeeeeee idk its been awhile 😂

⤷ Author’s Note: Ahhh my first Jujutsu Kaisen fic! Im honestly kinda scared to write for a new fandom, but hey ya only live once! Immediately after watching Jujutsu I swear to god I feel for Itadori faster than any anime boy in my entire life- so it is safe to say Yuuji is my new husbando 😛

⤷ Song Recs: “Youth-Dabin”

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“Yuuji, you almost done yet?” you sighed, your body dangled across your boyfriend's bed, head so low your scalp was almost touching the floor.

You knew you sounded desperate, your voice taking on a whiny tone-not too far off from a child impatiently waiting to get a treat.

You grimaced internally at the way your tone of voice, frustration riddling in your body at your situation.

One kiss- one measily peck on the lips….thats really all you wanted...and this man had the audacity to deny it to you.

Yuuji chuckled, the sound warm like honey as it dribbled from his mouth.

“Aw cmon, babe, you really miss me that much?”

You sighed exasperatedly, your voice full of yearning as you yawned out a “yes”, your mouth forming a pout as Yuuji chuckled once again to himself at your clinginess.

Something about Itadori Yuuji drove you wild inside….the way he touched you was so intoxicating that you felt your lungs stop in the most blissful ways. He always took your breath away, palms trailing against every expanse of skin, the intoxicating smell of his cologne mixed with his detergent making a scent that made your brain fuzzy and body more desperate to mold into his.

Yuuji was never a serious lover, always giggling or cracking jokes, constantly praising you with his kind words and beautiful sounds. He was such a ball of warmth, melting into you and making your whole body feel completely bathed in comfort and heat.

So why would he deny you that bliss?

You exhaled again, a prickling sensation filling your stomach as you stared at your boyfriend. He was working so calmly and diligently on his homework, unknowing to how your mind was racing as you imagined his hand on your body, the way his lips ghosted on your skin…

You heard him clear his throat, the sound breaking your lonely day dream. You swiveled yourself up from your upside down position, watching carefully as his writing hand slightly stalled against his paper.

He slowly turned to look at you, his frosted pink hair cascading over shy, choclate brown eyes.

“Why-why not come here and sit?” He smiled weakly, “ Im almost finished, it shouldn't take too long-”

You could hear that tell tale sign of nervousness in Yuuji’s voice-you had been dating him for 6 months now, and had known him for even longer as being best friends for many years.

But the poor guy was always, always seemingly a nervous wreck when he initiated physical affection- and it honestly was the most adorable thing ever to you. They way he’d try to crack jokes to make it more lighthearted, or how his cheeks reddened from just being so close to you, made you just fall for him even more. It also didn't hurt that poor Itadori was quite bad at hiding his true emotions, even his smallest white lies so easy to read it was almost comical.

So you knew without a doubt Yuuji was practically dying inside from offering his lap to you- but God could he be any more adorable though...

You grinned devilishly as that statement echoed in the room, now a mantra replaying in your mind.

Finally, finally some desperately needed, selfish attention.

You scrambled off his bed, making the short distance to his chair and plopping yourself in his waiting lap, legs bending against his outer thighs and hands wrapping against his neck.

It felt like bliss- you melted your body into his, succumbing to that intoxicating scent, snuggling your face into the crook of his neck.

You felt Itadori chuckle, the vibration tickling your cheeks as you grazed his exposed skin.

“I dont think Ive ever seen you run over to me that quickly, babe-Maybe I should do that more often-”

That small joke made you feel even more possessive over your boyfriend, your hands wrapping deeper against his skin to soak up as much warmth as you could.

“Don't be getting any ideas,” you scolded playfully, your voice muffled from being so close to him, “ or Ill take away your cuddling privileges,”

Yuuji laughed again at your weak threat, his digits trailing against your scalp and dancing against the soft skin behind your ear

“Like you could really stick to that, “ he smiled, “youd give up on the first day,”

You scrunched your nose at the jab, bringing yourself to look at Yuuji.

The freaking punk- you could already hear the smirk in his voice, but it was even worse when you looked at him. This man looked like a smug puppy, always desperately wanting attention and flaunting it when he got it. It was written all over his face that he was loving how needy you were for him.

You pursed your lips to the side, your eyes squinting slightly at your smug boyfriend.

“And youd be begging me in the first hour”, you retorted back, trying your best to look stern.

It was so hard to do that with Itadori though- he was just so damn comforting you couldnt help but just want to smile and drown him with all your affection.

Yuuji’s smile slowly dwindled to a dreamy grin, his eyes softer as he reached out for your face, cradling your cheeks against his hand. That faint smell of cologne lingered in the air, the scent even stronger now. You closed your eyes, your body riddled with a tingling sensation as you sucked in that intoxicating smell.

“Oh really,” he taunted back with a soft smile, “Id be begging?”

Shit-you creaked your eyes open ever so gently, kicking yourself internally for being so obvious.

He knew exactly what he was doing- Yuuji sometimes forgot how charming he could truly be, but when he remembered- it was game over for you. You could barely think straight, only able to focus on him and his touch.

Yuuji placed a kiss on top of your forehead, the sensation sending an explosion of fire works across your whole body, the spot almost ticklish.

You couldn’t even deny him-he was your whole world, and you'd go crazy if you weren't with him.

“Its okay though,” he smiled, his voice soft as his thumb brushed against your cheek.

“Id go a little crazy without you too.”

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Masterlist | Tip Jar | Requests Open for Jujutsu Kaisen + Haikyuu!

12/16/20

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buckysbest · 3 years

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IT WAS GOOD UNTIL IT WASN'T

CHAPTER TWO: CAN I?

PAIRING: Steve Rogers x Reader

Series Warnings: NSFW TOPICS, Manipulative/Toxic tendencies, sad boi steve rogers, cheating, alcohol

Series Summary: Heartbreak follows her everywhere and Steve Rogers is nothing but the latest victim, at least thats what she thought? Now she can't shake the feeling of him no matter where she goes.

Word count: 1.8K

A/N: Hey lovelies! Sorry I haven't been posting much, I am have just had a lot going on the past few weeks. I absolutely adore all of you (@lookiamtrying im talking to you extra) and I cant wait to see what you guys think!

ps sorry for any typos lol I really wanted to give you guys something today

Series Masterlist coming soon // Masterlist Coming soon

You could pretend you weren't petty and you could pretend he didn't have your blood boiling, but you knew you’d only be lying to yourself. At the sound of her voice, your stomach had dropped practically through the pavement and you were pissed.

Your “vacation” in Miami now officially cut short as you found yourself leaning back into your increasingly uncomfortable plane seat. You drummed your nails on the back of your phone as you began to actually consider the consequences that would follow the impulse purchase of your ticket.

You knew you shouldn't go back. You knew what kind of message this sent.

It practically screamed your need for attention from your boy in red, white, and blue while also displaying the jealousy you couldn't quite push down for all yo see

But you just couldn't help yourself.

If he was going to disrupt your plans this heavily, the least you could do is return the favor.

The sun was just rising over the wing of the aircraft as the flight attendants made their final rounds and speeches to the nearly empty plane. The pounding headache from your night of partying was only worsened as the roar of the engines seemed to get louder and louder. In an attempt to mitigate the pain, you pushed the power button on your phone and shoved it into the seat pocket beside you. Your head found the back of the seat with a small groan as your frustration with yourself only grew.

In need of some peace, you let your tired and heavy eyes drape shut. Much to your dismay, they only provided a screen for the tortuous highlight reel of his hands on your body to play upon.

This was going to be a long flight.

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As the wheels of the plane finally landed, you quickly gathered your limited belongings and headed straight for the exit. Your rushed departure from Miami couldn't have been more obvious to the other passengers and pedestrians around you. The early morning business class was filled mostly with people in professional wear which provided a stark contrast to your, albeit, slutty and glittering minidress.

Your heels echoed throughout the airport with each step toward the exit of the building, disrupting the stillness of the morning. As you finally crossed the threshold into the fresh air, your driver waved you down excitedly. The pain in your head worsened once again as your agitation grew and you slid on your sunglasses with an eye roll.

“Miss. Y/N, it is really so lovely to see you, we all missed you so much! Your father was incredibly excited that you decided to come home early!”

As you walked further from the building, he rushed around you, gathering your belongings from you as he continued to sprinkle you with unnecessary compliments.

“Mhm, yeah, Thomas, that's really lovely- truly, do you mind though, can we just skip home and just go to the penthouse please?”

The request surprised him a bit, probably because your father prepared him for a different sight exiting the airport. Instead of a burnt out party-girl chomping at the bit for the comforts of home, he was met with a hungover and irritable heiress already smothered over her newly acquired lack of freedom.

The serenity of the ride into the city allowed you a moment of reflection as hints of guilt began to pool in the bottom of your stomach. While your attitude didn't completely improve, you did feel bad for the way you had spoken to Thomas because in all fairness, the limo was far warmer and comforting than the unwelcoming New York air and you knew he was simply doing his job.

The tension in the vehicle seemed to diffuse a little as you got closer to your apartment. Your eyes and energy had rather refocused on the real reason for your return as you turned to your phone, staring at the messages Steve had left you.

3:15 (We’ll talk in the morning, ok?)

3:20 (Sweetheart, look, if it's really important, I can stay up for a bit longer)

4:00 (did you at least get home safe?)

5:00 (doll, you're making me nervous, please just let me know your safe)

You bit your lip in concentration but your eyes were drawn away from your phone before you could craft a response as the car found itself coming to a slow stop. Thomas made his way to your door, opening it and offering you a hand as you stepped out and took in the building. After the all-too-long ride up the elevator, your mind was settled as you entered your top floor home. It was just how you had left it two months ago and it felt good to be back.

“Just a moment thomas, I just need to get changed”

Thomas awkwardly dismissed himself back to the car as you walked into your bedroom and subsequent closet. You paused under your closet archway briefly to finally type the response you had been thinking over.

8:00 am ( can I come over? or do you have company)

Your nails met your lips as you nervously awaited his response.

8:00 am (wait what? are you home already?)

8:00 am (you know you can come over anytime )

A smile grew on your lips at his timely response. Your hands rummaged through the variety of drawers lining the walls of your wardrobe before stopping to feel the lace of a white set of lingerie you knew he couldn't resist. Sliding it on, your eyes gel onto the perfect outfit for your intended purposes.

The black velvet top and matching skirt hugged your body in a way that should be illegal while your diamond-studded pumps found their way onto the floor replaced by equally stunning white pumps. They rubbed slightly on the blisters you had acquired in the past week as you quickly made your way back out the door after grabbing your handbag from the couch.

‘He lived right down the street’ you repeated to yourself as traffic dragged what should have been a five minute ride into a fifteen minute endeavor.

The anticipation of being reunited began to expose itself as your skin began to glisten and an excited glow rose onto your face. Before Thomas could even put the car fully in park, you had already opened the door, saying a quick don't wait up before slamming the door shut.

Your legs couldn't seem to move quick enough as you walked through the hallways until you reached his door. Your heels must have given your arrival away because before your knuckles could even knock on the door, he swung it open and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“I am so glad you're safe”

His warm breath tickled your neck as he mumbled the soft words into your hair. A small smile found its way onto your face at the notion before you raised yourself onto your tippy toes, whispering back an “I missed you”.

You could feel the silence and comfort in everyone of your muscles as they relaxed into the man you knew all too well. You turned around, stepping into the threshold of his home without breaking the strong grip that he still had on you. Taking the small note, he released you slightly, pulling his large frame through the door as well before he shut it gently. His eyes softened as they met yours for the first time in two months.

“What are you doing home?” A small smile raised onto his face as you took another step into him, laying your head on his chest.

“I already told you, I missed you,” you replied as his hands that laid respectfully on your lower back were lowered by your own mischievous hands. You placed a soft kiss beneath his ear, “Did you miss me too Cap?”

A small groan left his mouth at the nickname and you knew you were close to getting what you wanted.

You lead his hands once again lower, this time to the bottom of your skirt, prompting him to slide it up a bit. Your hands finally left his as you reached them up around his neck and leaned in.

His lips met yours halfway in a movement that could only be described as desperate.

The slow and agonizing pace that he had tried to set for you was now gone as he patted your thighs and you jumped. He carried you to his bedroom, tossing you onto the bed and crawling on top of you.

His mouth then began to make its way down the side of your neck, eliciting a loud moan from your painted lips. A satisfied smirk momentarily appeared on his face as he lifted his eyes to meet yours. They seemed to search your eyes for a moment before they broke away from yours with a small frown. His hovering form came down as he placed his head on your chest with a groan.

“What's wrong cap?” you joked slightly as you ran your hands through his hair.

“Steve?”

“I can’t do this doll.” His sweet eyes raised to meet yours and you could immediately tell they were filled to the brim with guilt.

“Of course you can Ste-”

“You don’t understand y/n,” he said with a deep sigh before pulling himself further back and standing up. He began to pace slightly as he continued with a frustrated groan, “I- fuck- “

Your eyes widened at the uncharacteristic language and behavior of your golden boy as his eyes met yours once again. “I-I finally found someone who will give me what you cant y/n.” He paused momentarily, as if being hit by the recoil of the gun he had just fired into your heart. “She, She really sees a future with me doll and, and I-I can't just throw that all away for nothing” he says. His words and his eyes were laced with propositions and it really appears like he's trying to convince himself more than you.

Nonetheless, your heart dropped to your stomach and you could feel tears threatening to brim at your eyes. “Nothing? Am I nothing to you Steve?”

“Oh- of course no- I didn't mean it like that,” he sighed as he quickly walked back over to you.

You extended an arm out before pulling him back onto the bed and flipping him over. Straddling his hips, you leaned down and laid into his chest. His arms once again found their way around you, if only because of muscle memory. You held this embrace for a moment before sighing out your own proposition.

“I’ll go Steve… I’ll go and leave forever if you really want…. Just tell me..” You leaned your head up slightly to meet his ear and whispered,

“Is that what you really want?”

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