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right. tumblr, I need to know if I'm the asshole here.
so I am (probably) autistic. which means I struggle a lot to go on voice calls on discord or just dealing with phone calls in general because it's incredibly overwhelming. The other issue with discord VC's is that there are often strangers or people I don't know well on said VC's, so I don't tend to join them very often. Admittedly, I can see how this looks like I don't care or don't wanna be friends with someone. I have my own ways of showing it though, like texting to check up on them or trying to organize hangouts with a few people I'm comfortable with. Sometimes I just send stupid memes to try to show I still care. now enter my ex-best friend, who we will call T for the sake of anonymity. T doesn't live near me at all, so our friendship until recently has been entirely online. Not usually an issue, at least I didn't think it would be, because like I said even if I don't join VC I still have my own way of showing I care. T had been acting distant for *months*, and I kept checking up, saying "Hey, you still wanna hang out/be friends" and stuff like that. Every time, they would say 'yeah, I'm just bad at responding to texts'. I thought all was well, thought maybe my anxiety was being stupid, which wasn't that far fetched as I've had this exact issue before. Back in May, we had huge argument which resulted in me blocking T temporarily. I'm not gonna get into the exact details, but the gist is I told T I was feeling left out because any time I tried to join calls they were either completely silent, talking about things I didn't understand or would talk over me. T said I wasnt trying hard enough, and that if I had an issue with the topics they were talking about I could change it. they also said that whenever they gave me a chance to speak after talking over me, I never took it and said my thoughts weren't important. Now, I'm going to reiterate here, I struggle with social cues a lot. I struggle to know when Not to interrupt or when to add my two sense in, and usually people talking over me meant they didn't want to hear what I had to say, so I thought these times were no different. probably a bad reaction on my part but I digress.
Skip forward a few months, I've now spent 800$ to go see T in their home city. Even without T, the trip was amazing. The city was beautiful, we went to go see some shows and went to a fair, it was wonderful. I naively thought that this trip would make things better between T and I, because we would be face to face and we would have more to talk about. Everything during the trip seemed fine, T was talking to me like normal. When we get back home, I ask T to add me back on to their close friends list on instagram, as all of our other mutual friends were on it. They said no, saying we weren't close. I decided to be honest. I asked T if they still wanted to be my friend, as I'd felt that they hadn't been putting any effort into our friendship and I felt extremely abandoned and left out. They said yes, that they would try to put in more effort, and I thought that was that.
4 hours later, they texted again. They said they didn't want to be friends, and that they had stopped wanting to be friends back in May but (direct quote) "Didn't want to ruin the trip and make it awkward for everyone". They said I'd been putting no effort into our friendship, and that since I'm the only one feeling left out it was obviously a problem I had to fix on my own, and that I was being unreasonable expecting everyone else to chnage topics if I didn't understand because the world doesn't revolve around me. They said if I wanted to add things to the conversation I could, and that being spoken over was a part of life and I had to grow up and get used to it.
I blocked them after that, but went on a rant in a different server about it. I feel hurt and ripped off, I feel like my trip was ruined. I feel like it was unnecessary of them to tell me they had stopped wanting to be my friend in may, and I feel like it's unfair that to them, the only way we can be friends is if I'm on VC. I have *never* gotten a text from them trying to organize a hangout, or from them trying to check up on me, or anything. I've been trying in my own way to rekindle the friendship for a long time, and it hurts knowing they didn't care at all. I keep thinking about it, and even though I feel like I wasn't the asshole in this situation, most of our mutual friends have stopped talking to me and I can't figure out why because I never had an issue with them. Am I the asshole?
#aita#if you know who this is about no you don't#ive genuinely been losing sleep over this though#and t if you see this#uh yeah im really fucking upset#vent post?#am i the asshole#i dont have reddit so i took to tumblr instead
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Where is the clip of Jense kissing the camera?????? ☹️ I could've swore it was from Brazil 2009, no?? No gifs for this race yet from me then :/
#I NEED THE CLIP PLEASE SOMEONE 🥺🥺🥺🥺🙏🙏🙏🙏#i know there's gotta be more footage of his championship win???????#like the pics where does the win symbol to the camera :( is there really no clip of that?#im already fidgety and upset about some other things so this is really upsetting me 😭😭#im like oh yes finally! brazil 2009!! the championship wins!!! and the kiss!!!!!#and then its... just...not..there#even if im wrong and its not from this race i really really really desperately need the clip pls 🥺#but god you know when youre already upset and then smth minor jusy piles on top and makes ir even worse#no gifs tonight sowwy! i was dealing w some other things and its soooooo fucking late now#AND I WANNA FIND MORE CONTENT FOR MY POST OKAY??? :(#so uh someone pls lmk ? i just feel a bit uncompleted rn :/#and also just the approaching emptiness of being soon to finish a project#the post race is so funny#bcs its like jenson jenson jenson and them like oh yeah mark the winner exists too i guess....#catie.rambling.txt
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People be like ">:( HEY don't do that it's rude" whenever I correct them which kinda makes me wonder how polite normal people are handling The Inaccuracies™️
#geez sorry for helping you not look like a fool i guess#this pains me greatly. if im wrong i need people to correct me#obviously theres a range of ways to correct someone and some of them are more dick moves than others#but like. if i just pull you aside and go hey so uh i was just wondering did you know thats misinformation? just making sure#and people get all angry and defensive?? like i wasnt accusing you of lying sir but im second guessing that assessment now#like i understand being upset if i publicly humilate you because yeah thats upsetting for me too but why is it upsetting in private#im not judging you. literally you have to be wrong about some things in order to learn and boy have i learned some things#like you dont know what is until you know what isnt right#hmm perhaps other people do not care if they give misinformation as long as they look good....?#idk that seems really fucked up though and i wanna give people the benefit of a doubt
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fuck god im gonna keep gayposting . my steady corruption in las being represented by outfit changes. season 1 im wearing shit like that outfit i posted earlier. season 3 its suit jackets and bloodstained dress shirts and gloves
#did i post a link to the season 3 bullet scene. i think thats one i posted earlier#anyway. bloodstained dress shirt anyone.#i also. lose my glasses at some point#undecided if i actually start wearing contacts or if im just. doing everything Fucking Blind#hHFJDHSNS#OH YEAH I ALSO UH.#cut my hair#i think. probably during the prison segment of season 2. get like. a buzz cut or something#thats sooooosexy of me.#THE DICHOTOMY IS REALLY FUNNY BC LIKE.#the most mentally stable i am. ie. not a murderer. is represented by the grubbiest outfits#and the steady descent into madness is represented by my outfits becoming increasingly more formal and put together#ITS JUSTTTTTT#i love it#anyway im fucking UPSET i really wanted to draw the scene wehre like#will escpaes from prison and hes sitting in hannibals office on the little book loft#and hes still wearing the jumpsuit pants with the sleeves tied around his waist#likeeee thats so mecore#i like 2 be tall give me a loft anf i WILL sit in it . also just. the silent acceptance of it all.#oh . youre here. yeah i am#why did you come here . weve both tried to kill each other. neither of us are safe for the other. where else would i go.#aaugughghhhggh#hold on im gonna post the screenshot cause its reallt good#lovesick and sanguine#🔪
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#im just. really mad. ok. just the fact that yay its my birthday tomorrow woo. and i keep asking people hey i want to do stuff for it#and every tune theyre like no :/ so. like. ig im just not doin anything and that sucks. ive been making plans for weeks now and everyones#canceling on me like. fuck cmon man. i get that getting older not to expect people to want to celebrate ur bday anymore but really.#really. i just wanted to play some dnd and go to a cat cafe thats all. like. but no. cqnt do shit now. it just really sucks ig.#and im not even expecting to get anything from anyone cuz they said uh bought you smth a while ago ig that was ur present lol. like. what.#im just so. tired. and this sucks. and i just want to do fun things with friends but no cant even do that.#and now my parents said well you forgot our bdays so now we're not doing urs and like. yeah i messed up but cmon.#im so bad with dates ok. if it isnt written down somewhere or no one tells me i forget it. i have no concept of time. cmon.#we gave our cats bday parties but not me ok then. idk i know its stupid to gdt this mad abt it but fuck i am#i only remembered the cats bday cuz it was written down. i dont even know when anyone elses is unless its written down ok.#idk im just so. angry and upset abt this. i know its silly to want to have at least 1 bday go right but i was really hoping. ig i shouldnt#have expected anything and just not asked abt doing anythihg at all idk. i know as you get older you stop doing stuff for bdays but fuck#i still want to do stuff. and i just cant and this sucks.#b.text#lol dont rb
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//vent
Im always trying to tell myself that im sure she just doesnt realize how hurtful the things she says are to me but im not sure all the self-gaslighting is worth it at this point :(
Like. Im the type of person who could have hot soup intentionally poured in my lap and i'd apologize to the person who did it and yet somehow every time im upset about anything at all its always malicious. I don't get it at all. Nothing i do is ever good enough for this woman.
D0nt rb
(Also, adding this on here bc i reached the tag limit but after the 'i cant always be the strong one' bit she also told me that i have to learn to "control my emotions". As if that's not what i was already doing to the best of my human ability, as someone who has clinical depression, doesn't take antidepressants (purely so that im not more if a fucking burden than i already am) has not had a therapy appointment since october because im such a fucking failure that i keep forgetting to reschedule, and who was at the moment an overwhelmed autistic person (thats right! Im autistic! Deal with it!), she is lucky all that happened was a bit of yelling, one (one) mild curse word, and me going to relax in another so that i didnt bring down the mood. "You need to learn to control your emotions better" yeah youve been telling me that for the past six years, im sorry but being noticably upset and then being the bigger person and apologizing for it like a normal is the best is can do maam. In case you havent noticed im a human being not a robot i cant reprogram myself to never get upset at anything. I so badly want to say "get fucked" but unfortunately im the only person in this house who knows how to act normal about being upset. At least i dont pace back and forth past your room while ranting and raving about what youre saying, all i do is brush it off, maybe occasionally scream into my pillow so you dont hear if im feeling spicy. I dont even comment on it anymore when i get misgendered or deadnamed, and i stopped telling her about things that make me uncomfortable in either freshman or sophmore year of high school. All thats gonna happen is im gonna get yelled at about it so why even bother.
(God i wish i could move out....)
#the log speaks#i live with her i never go anywhere im unemployed and shes home 5 days a week so were forced to see each other#i cant be expected to be happy and calm all the time purely so it doesnt bring her down :(#even if i realize 'hey im pretty upset i should go lay down in my room to chill out' it doesnt matter to her#cause to her me going to my room because im feeling overwhelmed (because im constanly bottling up my emotions to please her#but im not gonna tell her that) seems to mean that im actually getting away because i cant stand to be around her#even if i explicitly tell her that im not mad At Her she gets sarcastic and says ''yeah cause its so obvious''#fucks sake not everything is about you!!!! all that happened was i swore Once and yelled a small bit over a cord getting stuck on my foot#and i specifically restrained myselfso that i wouldnt upset you and bring you down! im stressed bc its the holidays and we were at grandmas#today for her bday and i have 300 things on my mind and i failed my class a 3rd time and were watching two movies i hate in a row!#it was just the straw that broke the camels back and i shouldnt have yelled. i went into my room to calm down so that i didnt upset her#and so i could apoligize. which i did do!#i said 'hey. i just wanted to say that im sorry about earlier. i was just feeling really overwhelmed and i shouldnt have shouted.#it really wasnt you i was mad at i promise.''#and she asks me (in a snippy tone of voice) why i was overehelmed. so i tell her it doesnt matter because i dont want to list out every#reason why i was upset (and i dont think i should have to for her to accept my apology....?)#and she's just like 'uh uh. sure.' and rolls her eyes#like ok bitch what the fuck do you want from me? would you rather i'd have neber apologized and just acted like nothing happened like you d#except i didnt say that bc thats a shitty way to act when im trying to apologize to someone. even someone who always assumes the worst of m#so instead i ask her why she always assumes when im upset it's because of her#(i dint remember exactly what i said bc im just so fucking angry but it was smth like that. causs she does this EVERY time i apologize to#her for anything cause apparently trying to be an emotionally mature adult is just so horrible of me!!)#and she starts going off about how she 'shouldnt always have to be the strong one' and how shes feeling freaked out and depressed because#of me now.#like wtf. just because youre stressed doesnt mean im not also allowed to be????#i already bottle up just about every negative emotion of mine to please you tf else do you want from me.#im allowed to be upset and i shouldnt have to air out every grievance just so you take my emotions seriously.#i know youre upset too. i understand that and im sorry about it. but that doesnt mean you get to treat me like shit for also being upset.#forthe love of god woman im not constantly out to get you and i dont hate you at all even tho i by all rights should. calm the fuck down.#this is about my mom just btw.
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why is it always about ellie pleasuring us and never about us pleasuring her??? like I wanna edge then and then overstimulate her till she cries 👉👈
right?? like.. ugh especially with a vibrator !! mdni. mama petname used. sub!ellie. bratty behaviour. blah kind of a lazier drabble focused more on dialogue im just practicing for pccb (pretty cunt central, baby: a fic) 1.5k+ wc.
⤹ edging ellie with a vibrator ⋆ . ☣
Hung like a vignette upon her lain body, Ellie was vulnerable. Accelerated in the pump of her blood. Cold of her sweat, beading clammy condensation on her cheeks, a single bang strews itself across that muggy biome of skin— somehow looking darker as it soaks up her wet frustration. The bedspread, however, drank up a lethal amount of her crying sweat. A dull radiograph beneath her, turning lilac hue of her blanket—mauve, marking her body with a vignette of her own.
Ellie on her back, thighs broadened on each side of you, and you fully kneeling with cold toes wedged into the chub of your ass, is your position. Skimpy end of her pubic bush tickled your belly button whenever she scoots closer, eagerly trying to rub her greedy pussy on you— fuck, you cherish those little antsy movements.
"Fuckin'— unhhh— nuhnonono babe, baby.. fuck, c'mon!" her words drove on a groan, snapping into an upset whine when a certain toy was drifted from her beaming cherry clit.
Fun. Fun is what you gain from this, and it fed you with hormones to perceive it in that light. Your thumb planes plumb on a flat button, the surrounding indentation kissing your print as you let it sit softly, no vibrations to numb it.
Ellie chases your detach with her hips bucking and legs arisen, sticking out her cunt for that damn toys' bulbous head, "Mama— please, fuck.." the whine leavens, straining in her clench of stress.
She is so fucking handsome, cute— alurring with that glassy daisy nose. Buttony and speckled like a daisys lemony pistil, but glossy as a pearl washed upon a rocky cove, orb of luster on the tip to prove it. Fairest terra of her skin, has gone scarlet against the pale sand of her cupids bow, which she rolls inward to her bottom lip in even more neglect of her edging. Too fucking cute.
"Yeah, you fucking like that?" you flipped the toy on and jabbed it into her clit, provoking her hips to jerk in regret and her legs to clamp in on you— to which you dug your free hand into the plush hind of her thigh, stretching the web of your thumb and pointer, and craning that shit 'till her knee nearly kissed the mattress. Sprawled like a bitch in heat.
"Fuck fuck fuck! N— ohhh my guuh, haah—" Els bolted her eyelids to a creasing shut, scrunching up to her nose as you sunk that vibrator head in vertical drags, watching her pretty pussy lips swallow the ridge of it, "uhhhnn t'can't, cuuhh— uh!" blabbered she.
Your blabbering mess. Jolting up her pussy for you, the bulge of its aroused state really catching your eyes.
"Can't what, baby?" you coo belittleingly.
A nubby mass pushes your nude hips into her butt, thereafter you realize her heel was nudging you close, because she longs for your closeness, to be near when she cums.
Strias of breath warble from her throat, panting in dainty breaks, "Huhh— ha, uhh babe, m'wanna cum for you, cum with my pussy all over y—you, y—yeah.." her tune turns squeaky, enticing you with that weak coo, only to grow pouty and sassy, "stop be— uhhn, being a dick.."
A brow arches in amusement, "What was that?" you curl in feigned curiosity, lifting the whirring bulb with a webbing of her slick gluing from the verge of her hole to the plastic tip.
"Fuck—" a dramatic pulling of pants rise again, chest aswell, vocal chords calming, "you're just getting me back for teasing you, hmm?"
"Yes.." you spur from lying, sounding proud.
Rose buds of her lips curl in as she chugs air, gazing so doey—eyed at you through lashes sodden in faint tears. Those fucking brows curved in at the base of her nose, making her look so— dizzied, like she was about to pass.
She hikes up onto her elbows, pressing her hot buttcheeks harsh into your thighs until they splat. Ellie just knew, by the twist of your words and the crescent carving below your nose, you enjoy this. "God, you.." a sigh leaves her, cheeks inflating, "you fucking like this."
You frill, "Mhm."
"Fuck you."
Faking offense, you dusk your lids to a slit, glaring, "Scuse me?" stern with a smile, you winch a hand behind you— wrapping around another toys girth, "wanna talk t'me like that?" you press the vibrator back to her clit, swerving your other hand 'round and dipping the spade of a purple dildo into her hole— fast, stretching her lips open and bottoming 'till the small silicone balls squished her perineum.
"Shit!" yelped she, sudden lunge of her large mitt now grappling the hand on her thigh and burrowing bowed nail marks deep in your wrist, second hand clawing the cotton sleeve of her pillow.
You smack the balls hard on her wet skin, draining every bit of precum from her filthy gaping pussy— which landslides in between her ass. Drawing strings and strings from her cervix, the squelch arouses your ears, flushing them in heat.
"Yeah?" you silken a muse at her choked and elongated moans, dazzling the front of your knuckles in slick with your speed, "slutty fucking pussy, lookit' her— clenching that cock in."
It hadn't even washed over you that she was already cumming, bubbly sounds of her piped squirt swelling into your ears— thenn the little spurts come and the pooling of white cream licking up the pumping veins spatters your belly, riling you the fuck up. You didn't let up, nuh—uh, not when her raised brows, banshee—wailing mouth and ghastly eyes made you feel hot inside your own cunt, striving for overstimulation.
"Ohhh my god— huhhnn.." Ellie groaned, tatted arm flexing it's veins and yielding pigment from her fingertips.
You slipped the dick out like butter— her labia kissing closed, and slap it down on her swollen folds, noise coiling, getting her to jerk and push out more slicky finish, "There you go— good girl, cummin' for mama?" you steady the vibrator, letting it torture her convulsing clit for an.. untold range of time, whatever floats your boat.
"Uh'huh.."
Nimble as ever, you glissade the dick up her torso, crushing her slobber webbed lips with the pussy—reeked tip, "Mhm, that's right, open up babe.." asking of her with a satiny softness taking over that cold voice.
Spit drools down her chin as she caves her gob over, pupils colliding as she crosses her eyes in, "Ghh— uhhhahnn.."
"Don't talk.." you enlist a ruder tug on her clit with the vibe, forcing all that sweet syrupy cum down that throat of hers in droplets off the dick, "suck that fucking cock.."
Obeying, she rumples the plump coral skin around the thickness and drags them over the texture, pulling them out slightly. Cream white began to build at her pie—hole, cherry pie lips, a la her scarfing gags spitting everything that wanted to travel down. Little 'guh, guh, guhhs' bounced off her larynx, a fucking angel soprano to your ears.
However, she just couldn't stop thrashing. Past her point of please, were her non—verbal pleads of relief. Relief from that whirring device, rolling her butt deeper into the mattress now opposing the chase.
Ellie's quivering right arm fleets up and grabs your wrist, shanking the hell—sworn cock out of her mouth with spit connecting, messy girl, "Nonono, fhck— too much t'much 'tmuhh— ahh~" she gabbles, locking her butt up and humping up into the air void of intention.
Too much.
Too much..
Not enough.
"You know this baby," a bastion of even more pride instills your craving cunt, winding your knees smushed into the bed and crawling over her, body casting dark in your vignette, chastising "Ellie doesn't get a break 'till I cum too, 'kay?" you whisk the toy away, just for a second.
The bitter burn of tears piggyback over her bottom lids, squeezed out like orange juice and glossing like her wet and mucky slit did, both squinting at your actions. A snotty sniffle flows into her woozed words, "C—can I at least tou—uhh, touch you.. babe?" red puffy eyes gazing into yours with such want, skipping momentarily to search for any expressive sign of a reply.
"Sure baby, sit up— but don't close those fucking legs." you accept her ask, watching that ruffly—haired girl scoot up with such excitement.
Ellie sits vanward still, slouching with widely spread legs and a timid hand reaching for your cunt, the contrary paw dropping and fondling the cushion of your butt cause she just couldn't help the urge, tucking her head in the warm hearth of your neck— latching a bite so she may distract herself from what you're about to do.
You take her hand and invite it in, feeling her fingertips divide and tease your folds and her teeth nipping tiny spots of flesh into her dried chuckling mouth like a goat grazing, giving you the green light to creep the toy on her bloated bud, once more.
"I fucking love playing with you."
#ellie williams#⤹𓍢ִ໋aestras asks#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams smut#ellie tlou#ellie x reader#lesbian#sapphic#ellie williams x fem!reader#ellie williams fic#sub!ellie#ellie williams blurb#ellie williams drabble
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how do you think would rafe react when crybaby!reader gets upset when he unintentionally hurts her feelings and she’s serious upset and not adorable upset? yk what i mean? like suddenly he’s realizing she’s not being dramatic but really hurt🎀
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i feel as though season one rafe would do this the most often. season 2 rafe is very intentional with his words because he’s learnt to be more careful not to get himself in trouble, esp towards the end of season 2 when he’s spending a lot of time with limbrey and her brother and you can see him acting a lot more grownup. season 3 rafe is actually fairly gentle, especially around women — he’s figured out how to conduct himself and is very set on changing his ways which is why he’s very respectful towards sofia and also very mindful of kiaras space when they were trapped at singhs together — if she flinched when he’d come too close he’d immediately stop approaching or he’d slow his movements and put his hands up to show it was okay. season one rafe however, doesn’t give a fuck how anyone feels really.
most importantly, he doesn’t know how to have a girlfriend yet. i was speaking about this last night in dms with indy — and it seems very clear that he doesn’t get how to handle you yet. he doesn’t seem like he’d understand that he needs to take you on dates still once you’re in a relationship or ask you to be his valentine etc, not seeing the point of it. so i can definitely see him messing up and hurting your feelings really bad.
he’s very much a boy, and likes to do boy shit with his friends. stand around and drink beer and talk and watch the game. he doesn’t mind you being there, but if he’s wrapped up in conversation with his friends he kinda doesn’t care so much if you’re there because he’s happy doing his thing. say you’re at the country club and this is happening, your boyfriend laughing and being obnoxious with his pals. you’d approach and he’d give you a little side hug, pulling you to his side but he’d continue talking to his friends and not so much you.
“what are you guys doing?” you ask quietly to just him and he glances your way.
“uh, just hanging out? you didn’t find any of your little friends to talk to?” his hand drops to your lower back and you blink up at him obviously.
“yeah they’re here just… wanted to be with you?” you furrow your eyebrows and he briefly laughs at something kelce said, only offering you half of his attention before looking at you again.
“well we’re just doing guy stuff, a’ight? go hang with them. don’t need to hover around me, i’ll just come get you when we’re leavin’.” its an offhand comment, but your face immediately falls. ‘hovering around him’? when the two of you were alone he often demanded all of your attention, but now with his friends here it was like he didn’t care at all. to add salt to the burn, he gives your ass a little pat and let’s go of you. “go on.” he hurries you along.
you feel that hot feeling in your chest and you can feel yourself getting upset. “i think im going to go home.” you’re polite as you can be but your voice shakes and it catches his attention, following you when you take a few steps, still half smiling.
“wh— are you serious? why?”
you avoid his eye like you don’t even know him, lifting a shoulder and brushing him off. “just— just want to.” he watches you wipe your tears away as you leave the club, and he sighs in confusion, taking a sip of his beer.
topper was actually the one to teach him about how to handle an emotional girlfriend. he sighed out a “i don’t understand this girl, man.” when you were out of sight and after some convincing— rafe learned the valuable lesson of grovelling. he shows up at your door an hour later, pink in the face from being in the sun and a little warm and sweaty.
“uh, can i come in?”
he lets you cry into his chest as he squints at the wall in confusion trying to understand you. he did love you, believe it or not — he just didn’t have a way with words.
“look okay, you know when i say shit i don’t mean it, alright? i’m a guy it’s — it’s just what we do. i didn’t mean for you to take it that way.” he cups your face, a strand of his pushed back hair fallen onto his forehead.
“you hurt my feelings.” you mewl, and his heart does infact melt a little, blinking rapidly as he sighs in frustration with himself.
“whats gonna make this better? huh? you— you wanna punch me or something?” he asks desperately which actually gets a giggle from you. “well what then?”
“just want you to like me.” you sigh sadly and he stares at you dumbly.
“i do. so now what?”
“prove it.” you huff and he shakes his head a little, dumbfounded.
“prove i— okay.” he grabs your face, pulling you in for a kiss.
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thinkin about some kind of yan doctor or nurse. nurse would be a afab cutesy dude in that stereotypical "sexy" nurse outfit and amab doctor would look similar to herbert west from re-animator with the hair and glasses. strong jaw and shit.... ahem. goes off the rails, kinda all over the place as these are only ideas. Ahemhrm. some of it doesnt make sense im SORRY.
creep nurse/doctor x clueless, subtop reader
cw + for future references;; manipulation??,,; treating you like an idiot-ish, noncon touching, polite doctor is a freak, cutesy nurse is gross,, drugging ( receiving )
clueless idiot moron you, walks in for a mere checkup. you feel me? just a simple checkup!!! few days after your birthday... waiting in waiting room, nonchalantly staring at the wall and zoning out and making shapes with the swirly-design on the walls when ur name is called by the nurse, a cutesy frail lookin guy, interest is caught by nurse;; gets all blushy and shit, closing in on himself and rubbing his thighs together before leading you to the back to get ur weight and height with you trying to make small talk with no reply.. getting a little upset because you think the nurse is being moody but not engaging any further with a huff..,,
takin you to one of the backrooms. dude poking you with a stick and rubbing that damn popsicle stick all on your tongue - making you choke??? bro turns away toward the cabinets; back facing you, immediately sucking it off. ahem. takin a stethoscope and rubbin it all over ur chest under yr shirt n shit... the normal-ish routine of a normal-ish checkup - doing everything the doctor will do when he arrives.. and then he does! nurse off to the bathroom, masturbating with the fuckin tongue depressor he made you gag with in one of the very clean bathrooms,, doctor coming in, looking over ur charts and ranting to you about some random shit about his day, happily listening as the doctor was a bit more chatty than the cutesy lil nurse..
"yeah, it was pretty busy today... this nurse has been getting on my nerves, i've been thinking about asking to have him transferred.." , asking how your day was as he checks your throat out with a tongue depressor like the nurse did,,, "so how was ur day, hun?" while having a popsicle stick down ur throat... dick bulging as he runs a stethoscope over your chest, cold nitrile gloved hands brushing over your nipples briefly,,, telling you to take deep breaths before moving toward your back - briefly wandering over ur muscles before listening to your lungs - a shiver crawling up his spine,, "you're doin real good for me, champ..." ahem. champ..? doctor says you're all good, patting your shoulder with a bright, gleeful smileㅡbut you should totally come back in a few days, as i'm prescribing you some medicine!
what?? medicine?? looking at him all questioning and saying, "really? whats this for." while shaking the orange bottle.. so quickly he prepared this? jeez.. he waves you off, "for ur immune system - vitamins, don't be silly." you didnt come in here to be prescribed some... what the hell is this - you cant even read this shit. uh...
really? come back again so soon?? yeah, sure alright.. doctors orders and all that.. you shrug it off, take the dosage he prescribed you when home and gettin rock fucking hard and having to repeatedly jerk off just for ur erection to start softening.. layin in ur filth, overstimulated and ultimately tired.. doctors orders and all that, saying that you had to take one a day.. ugh.. doctors orders suck amiright. you did get some sort of reaction like that when taking sleeping medicine but not to the extent of getting an actual erection. hmrmm... not suspicious at all :3
"no, no, you gotta stay more, trust. something is totally wrong with you... have you been taking ur vitamins i prescribed??" you have no family or friends to tell you that no, that place is a fucking wreck with doctors with literally no actual qualifications. LOL
going back the week after for another checkup as the doctor called it, being tired as he trails his nitrile gloved hands over your throat and chest.. asking how the vitamins are treating you and you tell him straight up, "they give me boners that last a while even after i nut.. that normal?" while scratching the back of your head... "yeaah! that happens in the very beginning, but don't worry, that'll go away..." is in awe, lowkey, as he touches the hands that you stroked ur dick with. Ahem. doctor tells you to come back next week ... and you do, nurse guiding you again, and you tell him its good to see him.. which he eagerly says the same, nurse is pretty chatty with you.. happily making conversation about ur shirt and saying he totally likes that band or whatever!!
going over your "charts" and says he needs a sample of your spit / urine?? for the doctor to test becuz its totally regulation, totally unaware that he totally had that he added the sample to his growing shrine in the basement that only had a few tissues and the popsicle stick with a grainy picture of you he took over the cameras in the hall... a copied tape of the feed containing you and all that... freak. so weirded out when they tell you to put on one of the hospital gowns and follow them to the larger area that turns into an actual hospital rather than office..,,,
#ocs =͟͟͞͞★#“polite” doctor and cute nurse ...#x male reader#male reader#x top male reader#top male reader#yandere doctor#yandere nurse!#subtop reader
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thinking about how cool and awesome moon stone cassandra couldve been if she wasnt given the world’s worst villain motivation
dropping my whole au / rewrote of season 3 below
uh preface is im sleepy and its almost midnight, so like sorry if some parts dont make sense or whatever
uhh basically, instead of cass trying to like reach her destiny or whatever as like her Main motivation and the only reason to why she Evil and Malicious ive changed it so its more mixed in with her desire to protect rapunzel. i think moonstone cass is cool and i like the idea of her but i really just think her execution was poor mostly because it wasn’t built up as much as it shouldve been.
rewrote cass’s character slightly just so there more empathize on her idolization of her mother, and so when she learns the truth of why mother gothel left her, the knee jerk reaction to blame raps makes a little more sense.
Anyways, Season 3 cass deals with a lot of her issues, i think on the journey to get the moonstone something something happens and cassandra is told that if rapunzel comes in contact with the moonstone she will Implode. Like die. Return to being the sundrop. and cass is like oh fuck, shit, balls, I need to Protect her from Dying. So out of her intense Need to protect Rapunzel she yoinks the moonstone, and (still slightly pissed at raps for stealing her mom but not really she’s just trying to figure out her emotions + rapunzel needs to get away away from this rock) she goes into Evil mode.
Her villain arc is partly fueled by her anger at her own situation, always in second place. her desire to feel love and cherished and important rather than being the 2nd option. However, it is also fueled by her need to provide safety to her friends ,, even if it’s not the smartest choice. Moonstone Cass devotes her entire identify to being the cliche villain, so no one feels bad if like the solution to destroying the moonstone is killing her. she knows that logically the Zhan Tiri is manipulating her but 1. she idgaf and 2. she needs to learn how to control the moonstone’s power so she doesnt hurt her friends.
Tbh boiled now, it’s just cass isnt obsessive with mother gothel and mother gothel leaving her to kidnap a baby because it made like no sense for her character. like instead, moonstone cass grabbles with her identify and place in the world, who she is outside of rapunzel. Also she wants to learn more about her past, yknow, who mother gothel was and is she Worth getting upset over. spoiler she figures out that no, her bio mom sucks booty
Anyways, throughout my version of season 3, cass is trying to figure out a way to destroy the moonstone. She visits Rapunzel often too and pretends to be evil just so she can check in. She angry at her mom but not so much on rapunzel, maybe a little bit but probably more to with simply trying to crave out her identify outside of rapunzel. Same general plot beats happen in s3, but shes more grief driven than anger driven i suppose.
Theres probably a lot i forgot to like, reformulate in this especially w s3 bc i havent had the time to rewatch it and collect my thoughts that well. But, uh, hope u enjoyed. might yap more about my personal gripes with the show and how i think it shouldve been written.
also to add on i suppose, at the end of the series she gets exiled from corona officially, but lowkey comes back to hang out and after like a year every1 is like yeah okay i guess.
#cassandra tts#tangled the series#tts spoilers#ig the show is kinda old#after i finish ap testing im going to sit down and organize my thoughts about my rewrite#grrr#erm tbh this is like the worlds worst dump of my thoughts about this#ill prob make another post explaining everything better#lmao#luniise art
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all of you
juraj slafkovský x establishedgf! reader
warnings?: cursing, angst, crying, kissing, mentions of smut, fluff that will make your teeth fall out
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recently, after a promotion, you’d been blowing up on social media. gaining a massive following. you could never keep up with the impossible amount of likes and comments you began to receive but it excited you at the opportunities that it laid out in front of you.
you heard the front door of your apartment shut, yet again followed by silence. the last couple of days have been like this. he comes home from practice and you ask him how it went. your only response being the bedroom door shutting. you sighed at the sound of the shower turning on. you didn’t understand why he was acting this way. you didn’t know what was going on.
“hello?” arber asks on the other end of the line.
“hey arb, do you have a second to talk?” you ask chewing on your fingernails.
“yeah i do, what’s up?”
“is juraj okay? he’s been acting so weird. he used to chat with me after he gets home but now i just ask him how his practice went and he walks right past me and slams the bedroom door. he won’t talk to me about it.”
“y/n i’m gonna be honest with you right now, he’s been having a really hard time. he’s been so hard on himself. he’s been very delicate. less chatty, less smiley. it really fucking sucks. this season has started out less than ideal for him and it’s so hard seeing him go through this. i can’t believe he’s been keeping it from you.”
“i mean i guess it might have something to do with all of the craziness happening in my life, maybe he feels like he doesn’t wanna burden me?”
“that could be it honestly, i think he’s feeling a little insecure. just talk to him, okay? i know you can get him to open up, he’s fucking crazy about you. keep me updated.”
“okay, i will. thank you arber.”
“yeah of course,” he replies as you bid your goodbyes and hang up the phone. it shattered your heart knowing that he was keeping his struggles from you. all because he didn’t wanna dampen your recent successes.
“baby?” you ask as you hear your bedroom door shut. you turned to see your boyfriend sporting a pair of pajama pants and no shirt. a sight that would never get old to you. you hop up off the couch and meet him in the kitchen.
“hi pretty girl.” he giggles, pulling you to him, engulfing you in a tight hug.
“any new developments?” you reply pulling away from him.
“nah not really, everything seems um,” he pauses, “normal, for the most part.”
you noted the shift in his demeanor and figured you should change the subject, at least for now. you watched as the boy prepared lunch for the two of you.
“my little chef, or should i say big.” you giggle watching him from the bar.
“i didn’t cook any of this, i made a sandwich.” he giggles turning around and showing you.
“either way, you made it.”
“i guess you’re right.” he laughs, finishing them up and plopping them down in front of you. you sat in silence as you both at your sandwiches. typically, lunch was filled with lots of chatter. it was bothering you that he was acting so standoffish.
“j, is everything okay? you’re worrying me.” you frown at him.
“uh yeah, i’m fine. why?” he asks with a mouth full of his last bite.
“can we sit down and talk please.” you request and he nods, following you to the living room. leaving your sandwich behind.
“what has been going on with you? you’re not acting like yourself. every time you walk in, you ignore me. i can see you’re upset about something. baby please tell me what’s going on with you? i need to know if something is bothering you. you know im always here for you.” you say grabbing onto his hand and bringing it into your lap.
“i know i know, i just didn’t wanna kill your mood because of all the good things you have going for you right now. i didn’t want you to be worrying about me.” he says, his lip beginning to quiver and voice cracking quietly.
“well i am. tell me whats going on.” you press him.
“i’m not playing good, i know it’s the start of the season but i’m not playing good at all. i have like no points. i’m not practicing well, and i’m getting drilled to hell for it. so i’m just being hard on myself. i feel beat down and insecure as fuck.” he says, wiping the tears he didn’t let roll all the way down his cheek.
“j,” you frown, “i’m sorry it’s been going badly for you. you know i’m here for you always. please just come to me when you need support okay? and why are you feeling insecure?” you lightly wipe away his tears with your thumb. holding his face lovingly between your hands.
“i’ve spent my spare time, outside of shitty practice, looking at your instagram comments. logan cooley is real interested in taking you out. he’s made that very apparent.” he sighs, sniffling.
“who the fuck is logan cooley?” you reply, furrowing your brows, tilting his head up to look at you.
“he was a high draft pick from my year.” he sighs.
“you do know the only players i know are you and your teammates right?” you giggle.
“yeah i know, but im sure you see those comments and look at their accounts and stuff, and i think to myself that maybe you’d wanna give them a chance. i don’t know it’s stupid.” he admits to you, losing eye contact.
“baby what the fuck are you talking about?” you reply, confused as ever.
“i don’t even know at this point.”
“honey, i don’t even take time to open my comments section. it’s full of bullshit, i only respond to yours and some of my friends, i don’t even look at anything else. so i don’t even care what goes on in mine, especially with what im dragged through in yours.” you answer in a light tone, hopefully getting some kind of confidence from him.
“what?”
“let me lead with saying i am in no way trying to discount your feelings, okay? i love you and i wouldn’t ever do that to you. but everyday there are countless random women and fucking 16 year old girls who sit in your comments section and trash on me. ‘she doesn’t deserve him’ ‘she’s too ugly for him’. that’s my reality juraj. no one ever puts you down in my comments, not that it makes it better, but do you see where i’m coming from?”
“i’m sorry i didn’t know.” he frowns, squeezing your hand.
“it’s okay my love, they don’t bother me.” you reply, squeezing back.
“why not?”
“because i know you’re the only one for me.” you smile sweetly at him, placing a kissing on the soft skin of his cheek before nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck as he takes you into his lap.
“you make me feel safe and warm and loved. i couldn’t ever get that from someone else. you’re so caring and sweet with me, i honestly do question how much i deserve you sometimes. when we have sex it’s so much more than just sex, it’s fucking love, juraj. you love me so much and i can feel it everyday. it goes without questioning. never once have i ever even thought about leaving you.” you say, toying with the curls on the back of his head that you’d grown so fond of as they grew longer.
“that makes me feel a lot better. i’ve never been with anyone who loves and cares about me this much, it’s scary sometimes. i have a hard time navigating because all girls have ever wanted from me is my money and attention. you’ve completely flipped my expectations baby. i don’t know how to apologize for how i’ve been acting. i love you so much, i can’t even comprehend it.” he replies. you lean up in his grasp, connecting your lips with his softly, and lovingly.
“i’m gonna marry you j. i just know it.” you say practically in a whisper with your forehead pressed to his.
“i don’t even know what to say, i love you y/n. so fucking much.” is all he replies before pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.
“you don’t need to say anything, i just wanted to tell you how i feel so you’d maybe give me your gorgeous smile in return.” you say as he smiles widely. you press a kiss to his head with a laugh.
“tomorrow you’re going into practice with your chin held high, and that pretty smile on your face. you hear me? i’ll get you there no matter what i have to do.” you say placing your hand on his cheek.
“i trust you.” he giggles before you tackle him over in a kiss, leaving all of your prior worries behind. you were obsessed with the way he made you all warm and fuzzy inside. obsessed with the way he loved you, physically and emotionally. but mostly, you were obsessed with the way he loved all of you.
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#juraj slafkovsky#juraj slafkovsky x reader#juraj slafkovsky imagine#montreal canadiens#arber xhekaj#nhl#nhl imagine#turcs’ talk
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angst to fluff matt sturniolo but he's stubborn about talking it out with reader so it lasts long to the point where reader gets frustrated yk? maybe this is too specific 😭 also if u do this, do it however!!
did you mean it? - m.s
pairings: matt sturniolo x reader
summary: matt accidentally says "i love you" and just pretends it never happened, leaving the reader sad and conflicted.
warning(s): angst, confession, crying? (idk help 😭)
"this is why i fell in love with you" he says and i freeze
he loves me?
i look at him, blank expression on my face
(which is definitely not how my mind is reacting)
his face turns bright red
"you-" i start but get interrupted
"i didn't mean it like that" he says and i feel my heart drop
"oh, okay.." i say, almost in a whisper
my heart just shattered into a million pieces. matt, my boyfriend, the love of my life, doesn’t mean it like that.
we continue making dinner, the awkward silence filling the room.
suddenly nick and chris come downstairs, and for some reason i'm actually thankful for it.
they start talking to us but my mind is elsewhere, maybe it's my fault. i mean, i didn't say it back fast enough which could've caused matt to second guess, or he just didn't mean it, or-
"y/n you there?" nick says and i snap out of my thoughts
"yeah! yeah im here.." i say with a dry tone and a short smile
i'm too upset to be cheerful right now.
we finish making dinner and finish eating, which is when me and matt decide to watch a movie.
throughout the film, i noticed how matt started acting like nothing happend
i hate it.
i feel like we should at least talk about it, or like.. mention it again?
maybe it wasn't that big of a deal
maybe i should let it go
or maybe, matt is being stubborn.
"matt" i say, abruptly
"yes love?" he says and i feel shivers go down my spine
do i really wanna ruin this? now?
i just am so in my head i cannot leave things like that.
"i- uh.." my words get caught in my throat and i feel like i can't get out what i wanna say
maybe it's for the better.
"i'm gonna go, home- yeah." i say
"oh, okay." he answered
i quickly grab my keys and jacket, saying bye to nick and chris, then giving matt a quick hug and immediately leaving.
fuck fuck fuck, what do i even do.
i get home and feel a sense of lonliness, emptiness fill me.
i can't help but burst into tears
i messed up
i don't know why my mind immediately went to it being my fault, i guess that's just my instinct, matt was actually the one who noticed i always assumed things were my fault, so he would always reassure me thing's weren't.
after that whole situation earlier though, things are different this time.
the thought of matt makes me cry harder.
minutes pass, then hours, and suddenly its been a day.
it's currently 10pm, the last time i heard from matt was yesterday, when i left his house actually..
i've been crying all day just watching TV
i am a mess.
suddenly i get a knock on the door
i wipe my tears, running to the bathroom to make sure my nose and eyes arent red anymore (which thankfully arent)
i look fine, i look like i've been fine.
perfect.
i run back to the door, quickly opening it, knowing i've kept whoever waiting long enough
matt.
i go speechless, like, i literally don't have the words, and even if i did, i'm not sure what i'd say.
"you're a mess" he says, breaking the silence
"i'm not a mess" i exclaim and he looks down with a laugh
"i can tell you've been crying" he adds on, confirming his 'i'm a mess' comment.
fuck, this boy knows me too well.
i open the door wider, gesturing him to come in.
"so.. why are you here.." i ask and he turns around to face me
"because i'm stubborn and you're frustrated." he replies, causing me to look at him in confusion
"i've never lied to you, until last night. i do love you y/n, i should've said it but i just- i couldn't. and then i got scared and tried to ignore it, causing me to be distant. but every second we didn't talk i was thinking about it- i was thinking about you."
all this information is too much for my slow brain to process
"so you- you meant it? you love me?" i repeat and he steps closer to me
"yes y/n, i love you" he states and i smile
he puts his hands on my waist and kisses me
we pull away, still inches away from eachother
"i love you too matt."
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did you ever end up writing the phone call blurb?? i am STRUGGLING to find it and im so desperate 😭😭😭
called you again (extended)
a/n: ok so i never got to writing the actual phone call that transpires between carmy and reader, that gets her to chicago in the first place. and if i recall correctly, @cool-girl-is-hot was also patiently awaiting this phone call. since i'm doing the follower celebration, what a perfect time for me to bring this back, @bunnywritesmarvel.
You answer the call before you can talk yourself out of it, immediately putting it on speaker.
“Hi,” you say, your voice shaking a little.
And it’s as if a fog clears, like you've been waiting to hear it for a long time.
“Hi,” he replies, his voice soft, yet hesitant.
You're met with a long silence on the end of the other line as the two of you dance around whatever it is Carmy called to say. There's a part of you that wants nothing more than to spill everything, lead the conversation like you always do, but after months of radio silence, you know you can't do that. If Carmy wants to reconnect, then he's got a whole of groveling to do considering he pretty much ghosted you since he moved back home.
"I uh. I heard," he finally says, in reference to your recent change of employment.
"Oh," you sound, your voice higher in pitch than you imagined it would be as you scramble to find a better word than 'oh.' "I... um. Yeah. My heart wasn't in it anymore."
What you want to say is, my heart moved to Chicago and forgot how his fucking phone works.
"Yeah," Carmy replies, and you can practically hear him pacing back and forth as he searches for something to say.
You share another silence, this one much more tense than the last, like a hot pot of water about to blow its lid off in pressure, as you wait for him to ask you something -- anything. How hard could it be?
How are you? What's been going on? Sorry I haven't called.
But he doesn't say anything of these things. Instead, when he finally speaks again, all he says is:
"So listen. I uh-, I got this guy. He’s- he’s self taught but he’s got a lot of potential,” Carmy explains, his delivery becoming more and more confident as he hides behind the work.
“He just needs a good teacher – someone to inspire him – give him some of the foundations he would’ve gotten in culinary school. I think uh, I think you'd like him.
So after four months of no contact he... needs something from you? You can't help the feelings of anger and disappointment that grow inside of you.
Was he upset that you quit the restaurant -- here to talk you into going back -- now that he needed a favor? A stage?
“Just for a week, maybe?" Carmy suggests, his voice going up at the end, almost as if it's a question.
"I can’t pay you much but uh, well we’ve got a little money, which is a whole other story, and I can talk to my brother-in-law. He can put you up somewhere… you know… if you want to. If that helps.”
Oh.
He's asking you to come to Chicago.
While it feels like it changes things, you're still ambivalent and you certainly don't want to get your hopes up.
"Carmy..." you trail off on an exhale. "I don't know."
"Sure," Carmy nods, chewing on his lip, suddenly feeling extremely self conscious about asking you in the first place.
He wants to take it all back, tell you it was a stupid idea, and apologize for even saying something in the first place. But he doesn't. He can't. Because after working himself up to call you for the last few hours, there's no way he's going to back out now.
Let it rip, Bear.
"I uh... well, I understand. If can't-. Don't want to. Maybe I shouldn't've uh..." Carmy stammers through, the heat rising to his cheeks.
"It's just uh. Tim told me... you might be looking for some inspiration."
Right.
You pause before asking:
"Can I... Can I think about it?"
"Yeah. Yeah, of course. Sure," Carmy is quick to answer, because he really wants to make this okay for you.
For the both of you.
And because hearing your voice for the first time in four months feels better than he ever could've imagined.
"Okay. I'll uh... I'll think about it," you drag out, because you know you'll need some time to process this.
"Listen, I uh. I'm late to meet Liz. But I'll let you know. Either way."
"Yeah, okay. Okay," he answers, nodding eagerly.
"Okay," you reply, listening to Carmy bid you a soft spoken goodbye before ending the call.
"Holy shit," you hiss, putting your phone down on the table, your hand folded over your heart as you can feel it race.
Well, you've got quite the decision to make.
#carmen berzatto x you#carmy berzatto#carmy x oc#the bear hulu#the bear fx#jeremy allen white#carmen 'carmy' berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto headcanon#the bear headcanon#carmy berzatto imagines#carmy berzatto fluff#make my heart surrender#comfort and chaos
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Im only human can’t you see
Parings - clarisse x fem reader!
Tw’s- uh reader smokes weed, toxic relationship
Summary - clarisse thinks your shitty girlfriend doesn’t deserve you
She was furious. This day was supposed to be a normal calm day but the universe said fuck that when you came running into the ares cabin crying over your girlfriend.
Once again Ashlyn had said or done something to ruin your day and at this point, clarisse was over it.
“Just break up with her already” Clarisse scoffed and wiped the tears away from your eyes. You sniffed and shook your head.
“I can’t just do that Claire. I love Ashley” You frowned. “I know she doesn’t mean to hurt me, she loves me and I don’t want to hurt her”
Clarisse just rolled her eyes and continued to comfort you. “Oh please that’s a bunch of bullshit. So you don’t want to hurt her but the second she does something to hurt you it’s ok”
“I didn’t say that”
“Well that’s how you acting” she sighed and cupped your face with both her hands holding eye contact. “You.. are beautiful and kind and so fucking amazing…. And someone like Ashley doesn’t deserve you, you know you're worth Y/N so Stop letting her hurt you. trust me there’s multiple women lined up at your door waiting and begging to be with you”
You wiped your eyes and nodded letting clarisse pull you into a hug. Though you’d never admit it you always loved the bear hugs you would receive from her, the subtle hint of pinewood and fire ash brought you comfort.
Clarisse was sitting near polishing her spear and talking to some of her siblings, she looked over and scowled at the sight. You were on the sand volleyball court laughing as Ashley picked you up. What made the scene even worse was you bending down and kissing her. Clarisse gagged at the sight not understanding how you could kiss someone with such a venomous mouth.
You pulled away from Ashly and sighed. “Babe what’s wrong” she asked chuckling, you shook your head but Ashly rolled her eyes. “That’s really fucking annoying how you constantly shake your head never wanting to talk” she spoke sourly.
“Ash you know I didn’t mean it like that it’s nothing”
“Ok sure, It’s Fine what do I care god fucking forbid I was concerned” Ashley scoffed starting yet another argument, however, this time Clarisse was on standby.
“Where do you get off talking to her like that” clarisse stepped in between you two and towered over Ashley.
“Fuck off clarisse this isn’t your argument to bud into”
“Of Yeah? Because it kinda did when you started cussing at my friend” Clarisse leaned forward with a misleading smile.
You groaned and pushed clafisse back seperating the two. “Can you two not.. look she’s just upset over me not communicating properly it’s fine” you sighed and gently placed a hand on clarisses arm watching her calm down.
“Yeah cussing out your partner really setting the bar high on communication”
“Oh fuck you”
You grabbed Ashly’s arm and walked away with her, however you looked back for a moment to see clarisse.
Some hours had passend since the argument with Ashley and you decided now would be perfect to spend time with clarisse. The wind softly blew as you and clarisse sat on the ares cabin roof.. you took a long drag from the blunt before gently exhaling the smoke.
You looked over and smiled slightly as clarisse shit talked Your girlfriend. “I’m serious y/n, Ashley doesn’t deserve you why the hell do you still put up with her bullshit”
“I still put up with yours” you joked which earned you a dramatic eye-roll. “..Ashley actually ended things with me” clarisse looked back shocked.
“What..”
“Yeah uh.. she said i was ‘to much work’ ” You spoke distastefully and put the blunt out.. “you know it’s ironic, I was only with Ashley because she reminded me of you”
Clarisse scoffed “I’m nothing like that bitch” you gave her a look which made clarisse continue to complain as you chuckled.
“Look.. What I meant was that, I guess I’ve always had a crush on you but I always figured you wanted someone else like silena so I picked the next best option, Ashley” you shrugged and looked over, hidden shame and hurt in your eyes.
There was silence for what seemed forever.
“Really..” clafisse asked quietly with a flat tone. You nodded confirming your statement. “So it’ll be ok I do this then huh” you look up confused but was met with clarisse softly grabbing your face and kissing you.
Her calloused hands made light friction against your skin and her chapped lips were a stark contrast to your gentle ones. The kiss was slightly bad as clarisse struggled to figure out what to do, you giggled against her lips before wrapping your arms around her neck and leading the kiss showing the girl what to correctly do.
Her hands rubbed circles onto your waist, adding some tongue while the two continued to make out.
You pulled away smiling. “Gods I really fucking hated Ashley” clarisse laughed still high from the adrenaline. She leaned in to kiss you again not wanting to let you go..
You walked into the dining hall with clarisse holding your hand, your relationship finally becoming official as of the previous night.
You kissed her cheek and gently squeezed her hand enjoying how clarisse tried to keep a strong appearance and not look weak.
“You slut”
Clarisse turned around faster than you expected. Standing behind you was Ashley. “What were broken up for less than a day and your already fucking with this piece of shit”
“Oh your one to talk you-“ you put your hand on clarisses arm stepping between the Two. A position you swore you found yourself in often. You looked up at her and gave her a look telling her to cut it out.
After she gave a resentful sigh clarisse backed up. You turned around facing Ashley and crossed your arms. “Yeah I am, because gods forbid that I actually want someone who appericates and cares for me the way I want than someone like you who only cares about themselves. I mean common what the hell is wrong with you- instead of throwing a tantrum because I have a partner who wants me maybe start working on yourself so your next girlfriend doesn’t have to deal with your toxic bullshit” your tone flat and serious. After a moment you grabbed clarisses hand and lead her away while Ashley just scoffed and started to shit talk with her friends.
“Damn.. that was actually kind of hot”
“Shut up larue”
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Bottled up
Summary: Jake comforts you after a bad week at work.
Warnings: Crying? There’s no others that I can think of, just lots of comfort and fluff.
Word count: 1279
AN: Thanks for helping me decide which fic to do on my poll!! Im still gonna do the other two at some point, but Jake comfort was the winner so you’re getting this one first😁
Also, my requests are open!! I’d love to hear any ideas.
You just finished work, and you’re walking rather quickly to your car, whilst also desperately holding back tears to avoid your boss after he gave you a deadline for a presentation; a presentation he told you about yesterday. And the deadline is on Monday.
It’s Friday.
After the immense stress and pressure you’ve been holding in this week, it was safe to say you were now at your breaking point.
You practically threw yourself into your car as tears started streaming down your face, not wanting to catch the attention of any coworkers who might also be leaving. Everything that had even slightly upset or bothered you this week now seemed earth shattering as you finally let yourself feel all the emotions you’ve been pushing away. You were never one to talk about how you felt; you always felt as if no one really cared, or that you were being a burden. Everyone has their own stuff going on, why do they need yours to think about too?
You pulled up in the driveway, taking a deep breath before getting out of your car and making your way to the house. You walked in, chucking your keys on the side table and hanging your coat up. “Jake, I’m home.” You called out. You walked through to the kitchen to see where he was after you heard no response, and found him cutting up some type of vegetable, which you couldn’t quite see because he was in the way. “Hey. What are you making?” You questioned.
“Hey, honey. I’m making lasagna for dinner. I know it’s your favourite, and I wanted to do something nice for you.” He smiled. You took a deep breath, not wanting to start up the waterworks for the second time. He was so good to you.
“Oh. That’s very thoughtful of you, Jake. Thank you.” You returned his smile as he pulled you in for a sweet little kiss. “I’m gonna head upstairs and take a shower.” You began walking away,
“Wait!” He called, “How was work?”
You were really hoping you’d dodged that question.
“Uh.. yeah, it was fine.” You briskly walked away, desperately trying to avoid any further questions.
You failed.
“Just fine? Are you sure?” He paused for a moment, awaiting your response. When you hesitated, he continued. “You’ve been a little off with me this week.. have I done something wrong? Is there something going on elsewhere that’s bothering you?”
Fuck.
You hate this. You almost hate yourself for this. You’ve been pushing him away all week, attempting to avoid this exact conversation. As much as you want to just curl up on the couch with him and bathe in his love and affection, you knew yourself too well. You knew you’d crack and end up crying to him about how stressed you’ve been, which is exactly what you want to avoid. You hate that you’ve made him feel like he’s done something wrong. You can feel your lip quivering as you hold back your tears for the second time since you’ve come home. “I’m sorry. I.. I just-“ aaaand here it comes.
You put your head in your hands as you start bawling, trying to conceal the fact that you’re most definitely not okay. Although you think it’s fairly obvious, because Jake rushes over to you, embracing you in a tight hug as your body shakes against his. “Hey, it’s okay. Shhh. Just let it all out,” He says softly into your ear whilst gently stroking your hair. “Talk to me, baby. What’s going on?” He prods.
You collect yourself, taking deep breaths in an attempt to calm yourself enough to explain yourself. “I’m sorry for pushing you away all week. You didn’t do anything, I’ve just had a week from hell. I didn’t want to be a burden to you so I just kept it to myself, but I knew if you were to ask about my day, I’d crack.” You mumbled, feeling slightly ashamed because saying it out loud makes you feel slightly pathetic.
“What makes you think you can’t talk to me? You can always talk to me - about anything. I want to be there for you, honey. But I can’t if i don’t know when there’s something bothering you. Your problems will never burden me, I promise. Now, tell me what happened.” He reassures you, still giving gentle strokes across your hair.
You knew your thought process was slightly unnecessary when it came to Jake. He’s never made you feel like you can’t talk to him; in fact, you know you can talk to him. You assume it was from when you were a teenager and your two friends ignored you for being upset, and then proceeded to tell you it was draining to be around you. You’re glad that Jake shows you nothing of the sort.
“Well, on Monday, there was four clients who phoned and screamed at me down the phone for the way that their previous issues were handled. I didnt even deal with their original complaints. On Tuesday, my boss called me for a meeting about those calls and basically questioned my ability to do my job, despite the fact that I told him multiple times I didn’t handle their original complaints. On Wednesday, my coworker shouted at me in front of the entire office about how i didn’t send him some documents he needed, even though he didn’t tell me about them. On Thursday I split my coffee on my cream coloured jumper and had to walk around with a giant stain down my chest. Today, my boss gave me a deadline for a presentation. He told me about the presentation on Thursday, and the deadline is on Monday.” You took a breath, feeling like you were suffocating because of how quickly and passionately you listed all of the problems of the week.
“Oh, love. I’m sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated this way. You’re always working so hard, it’s a shame they can’t see that. Have you thought about working somewhere else? You deserve to be respected and seen for your work, and I don’t think you’re going to get that at this company.” He spoke in the most delicate voice.
You thought for a moment, contemplating his suggestion of getting a new job. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about that; but I think you might be right.” You replied.
Jake pulled you closer to him, placing your head on his chest. “You know you can always talk to me, don’t you?” He asked.
“I do. I guess I just overthink it sometimes.” You said, reassuring him.
“Do you promise you’ll talk to me next time?” He held his pinky finger out.
“I pinky promise, Jake.” You shook his pinky as you smiled at each other.
He pulled you in for a gentle kiss to your lips and then planted kisses around your face, leaving an extra big one on your forehead. You giggled in response, already feeling much better.
“Why don’t we eat our lasagna and try to come up with some solutions that might make your work easier, and then cuddle on the couch with a movie on in the background, hm? That sound good, pretty girl?” He suggested.
“Mmm, that sounds amazing. Thank you, Jake. I love you.” You nuzzled your head into his chest. You could hear his heartbeat gently thumping in your ear.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss on your head whilst simultaneously giving you a tight squeeze.
You loved him so much, it was almost too much. But you especially loved how loved he made you feel.
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Confused. Vanessa Shelly/Afton x Fem!Reader
Vanessa Shelly/Afton x reader who is really bad with emotions.
Reader basically had not the best life, and wasn't allowed to show emotions growing up, and so when reader starts catching feelings for Vanessa, you don't know what it is so they are really confused and awkward around Vanessa, also Mike kinda just doesn't exist in this lmao :D
Even though the pizzeria might not have been my first choice, it's really not that bad. Or maybe I'm just trying to convince myself of that…oh well. I close my car door, careful not to do it too hard, the door would probably fall off. I really needed this job, I have maybe 100 dollars to my name. Sighing I use the key that Mr Raglan gave me, I try to unlock it one way, it doesn't unlock.
“Shit..” I mutter to myself, I turn the key a different way, flip it around, I try everything and it just isn't unlocking. I stand there for like 30 minutes fumbling with this stupid fucking key, and just my luck. A cop car pulls up, oh cool they can probably help me, wait oh shit, they are gonna think im trying to break in. I worriedly look at the cop car and wave, the windows are tinted and it's dark out so I can't see who's in there. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, I try to use the key again, glancing back at the female cop who just got out of her car. She looks nice… she can help, wait, all cops look nice, that's their tactic.
“Hey. What are you doing?” The officer says as I quickly turn around, I can feel my heart start beating faster, I'm usually fine around cops though, whatever it's just nerves. “Officer! Hi um I'm the security guard here, the key I was given isn’t working. I've been trying for like 30 minutes haha…” That was convincing and definitely not suspicious. Shit. She raises her eyebrow, looking me up and down, and glancing at the lock behind me. “You're really lucky that the owner said there was a new security guard, or I'd probably arrest you. Here let me try.” She says with a smile, I hand her the key without saying anything. Woah my stomach feels weird, am I sick or something?? It feels like my stomach has like… horses running around in it. Weird description but whatever…taking a step back I watch as she unlocks it on the first try.
That's awkward. “How did you do that?? I swear I... I tried for like 30 minutes…” She turns around and gives me back the key, looking me up and down again, god what happens to me? It feels like I'm going to throw up every time she does that. What is happening to me?? “It’s fine, keys can be difficult sometimes.” She smiles at me, fuck I feel like a fool all I can do is just stand there looking at her, I think im having a stroke. No wait, a heart attack, that more likely feels like my heart is eating itself. “Um, thank you Officer.” Why did I say that so weird, god she must think i'm drunk or something.
“Please, my names Vanessa, Vanessa Shelly.” She holds out her hand for me to shake, AND I STARE AT HER HAND FOR LIKE 3 SECONDS BEFORE AWKWARDLY SHAKING HER HAND OH MY GOD. I'm freaking out, is it hot? No, it's cold, why am I sweating?? “Right, uh, y/n, y/n y/ln. It's really nice to meet you.” It's really nice to meet you? Did I really have to put the really, whatever i can't go back in time. “You too, mind if I stick around for a bit?” YES, wait yes what the fuck is happening why do I feel this way? “Yeah no problem.” I say like a fool, I don't usually overthink things like this. Or do I? Have I just not noticed? Huh, whatever.
The night goes on, and my heart doesn't slow down, the odd feelings in my stomach continue as she talks to me, and asks me a couple questions. It feels like the night goes way too fast, and I find myself upset when it turns to 6am. Driving home all I can think about her, why? I think I just really want to be friends with her, probably, that's all it is. I get home and lay down on my bed staring at the ceiling, maybe this job won't be as bad as I thought it would be.
The next day Vanessa doesn’t show up, maybe she never will. I also find out how creepy the pizzeria is and even though my life is practically in danger, I just keep wishing that I’d get to see her again, but just as friends though. Just friends.
I pull into the parking lot of the pizzeria. Walking up in my goofy looking security vest, I sigh. Yesterday I was actually able to unlock the lock, after 10 minutes…but at least I got it. Ugh, time to try to unlock this for half of my shift. And just like I said, it's been 5 minutes and I still can’t get it. “Does it…go the other way or..” I mutter to myself, before I see headlights shining at me. SHES HERE. Oh god I feel like I shoulda put more effort into myself today, does my hair look okay. I zone out thinking about every possible thing that I could ever overthink, before finally getting snapped out of it by her. “Hey, need help with the lock again?” She says teasingly, grinning at me. Woah, my heart just went to the moon and back okay that's normal. “Uh yeah haha, still can’t seem to get it right.” She takes the key from me and just like before, unlocks it with ease, before handing the key back to me. “I'm gonna hang out again today, hope you don’t mind.” “Hah no, I don’t care, I enjoy the company.” Finally I said something without sounding like a 5 year old.
We both walk into the pizzeria, without saying anything, as we are walking her hand brushes against mine, there it is again, that fuzzy feeling that only happens with her. Maybe I should google my symptoms. “So how's your day been?” She asks me, with a smile. “Oh, pretty good, better now that you're here haha.” I pause, DID I JUST SAY THAT, holy shit oh god what? What was I thinking?? “That's funny, I was going to say the same thing.” She says with a wink, before continuing to walk down the hall. Everything in my head was screaming at me, I had to remember that walking is something that you do if you wanna follow someone. So I started walking again, maybe I should ask her? She's a cop, she might know what's wrong with me.
We go over to the showtime area. “Hey, have you seen them perform yet?” “They perform?” “Yeah watch.” Vanessa presses the showtime button, and the animatronics jump into a song. I watch them with intent, probably the first thing I've thought about that wasn't Vanessa in 3 days. We both walk over to a booth and sit down, just watching and listening to them do their thing. “So this is cool isn’t it?” She asks, looking at me, I look over at her. That feeling again, I swear I'm having a stroke. “Y/N?” Yup this is a stroke why can’t I answer her? “Y-yeah, right, um yeah this is super cool.” I say looking down at the table, smiling and looking back at her. “Are you okay?” Vanessa asks me, looking genuinely worried.
I gulp and look at her nervously. “Um, not really? I don't know.” “You don't know? What do you mean what's going on?’’ She stands up and squats down in front of me, looking up at me. She takes my hands and holds them. I swear my heart just stops at that point. “Hey, talk to me, what's going on?” “Do you um” I clear my throat. “Do you ever get this weird feeling? Lately my heart has been beating faster than normally, and I'm really nervous and anxious and my stomach feels like it's being twisted up.” She looks at me, with those doe eyes of hers, with genuine care and worry. “And the weirdest part of it all, is it only happens around…well…you.” And with that, the worry on her face disappears into a softer one. She laughs and looks back up at me with a smirk. “Y/N have you ever had a crush before?” “A crush? What's that have to do with this, I’ve never had one before but I’ve heard- oh” And it finally clicks, all those movies i’ve seen are like this, a crush, I have a crush on her. Oh shit. I just admitted to her that I have a crush on her. As she watches me come to realization, I feel my face heat up. “Don’t start stressing yourself out, y/n, I like you too.” She says grinning and looking at me sympathetically. I’m still processing all of it, so I don’t really say anything for 10 seconds. “That's good, I um I like you too…a lot.” “Yup, I realized that.” She teasingly smirks at me. “So are we dating now?” I ask genuinely as she laughs again, standing up. “Wow, you really haven’t ever done this before huh? It’s cute, and yeah, we are dating, cmon.” Vanessa holds her hand out for me to take, and finally, it feels right. No more confusion, it feels right, being with her. I’m finally happy. With her :)
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