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mooodyblue · 3 months

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hiiii sorry if this is silly and too specific but if you didnt do this already can you write (short fic or headcanons it dont matter) elvis comforting his little after a nightmare ?? idk if you did this already but i've wanted to see sumthin like this since i found out about cg!elvis presley and stuffs heehee.. buuut umm if you do could you maybe use he/they pronouns or possibly bun/bunself neopronouns ?? no pressure.. also reader has a small southern twang kinda like elvis but it's less prominent.. less "howdy pardner"(vocabulary) more "well, that's somethin' " (accent) if you know what i mean (?).. sorry if this is too weird !! btw i loooovve your blog i read your blog all the time and read everyone i love it so much <3 please reply but no pressure !! /pos

a/n: i tried my hardest to be as specific as possible so i'm sorry if it didn't come out like you wanted D: thank you for the request!

pairing: 70s!elvis x little!reader(used he/they/bun pronouns)

wc: 752

-> masterlist

2 am. for some reason, elvis was still awake. it wasn't much of a surprise, he’d stay up all night and sleep all day throughout most of the week. he put you down for bed just a few hours ago, reading you a book and tucking you in per usual. last he checked, you were still snug in bed with your plushie tucked in between your arms.

he was deep in one of his books down in the living room, the lights off aside from the lamp beside him and a few nightlights he set up around graceland just for you. mary was the last to leave, wandering over to the front door and smiling over at elvis, “good night, elvis.” she said sweetly.

“night, mary. y/n still sleepin’?” he asked.

“mhm, he’s sound asleep.” she nodded.

elvis grinned, “good, good. have a good night. thank you.”

but then 2 am turned to 3 am, and he still couldn’t sleep. still buried in his book, he heard small footsteps nearing—causing him to sit up quickly, his brain not registering that it was probably you and not an intruder. “oh.” he let out a relieved sigh seeing it was just you, “it’s 3 am, baby, whatchu doin’ awake, huh?”

“can’t sleep, daddy.” you mumbled. “scary dream.”

elvis gasped, setting his book aside. “well, we can’t have that, can we? c’mere.” he opened his arms wide and allowed you to sit on his lap. he lifted you a bit to get more comfortable, pressing his lips at the top of your head. “wanna tell me what happened?”

you looked at him sadly, “a big mean man came 'n took me away from you 'n said you didn't love me." you sniffled, "i wasn't allowed t' see you ever again 'n you didn't bother lookin' for me either..."

he tsk'd, shaking his head. "oh, you poor, poor thing." his hand rubbed up and down your back gently, "y'know that ain't true, right? i do love ya."

you furrowed your brows, "you do?"

"of course!" he tapped your nose with the tip of his finger, earning a soft giggle in response. "i ain't gonna let a big, mean man come and take somethin' so precious from me."

the way you covered your face with your hands out of embarrassment made his heart swoon, a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he took ahold of your hands. "and lemme tell you somethin'—i know a big, mean man. if he ever tries to take ya away with me, y'know what i'm gonna tell him? hm?" he asked, tickling at your sides.

you let out a squeal, "what?" you asked, trying to escape from his home.

"i'm gonna tell him–"you ain't takin' them away from me. nuh uh. either bun stays with me, or you're gettin' kicked to the curb." i ain't workin' with nobody who disrespects you or tries to take you away from me. i can promise you that, honey." with a warm smile, he pressed his lips against the top of your forehead, holding you close as his way of protecting you.

"you sure, daddy?"

"ain't no way am i letting anybody come and sweep you away from me. i promise." he nodded. "it was just a bad dream. nothin' more."

you snuggled into his shoulder, your arms wrapped around him as you let out a soft yawn. he let out a soft hum, rubbing your back again. "you wanna go back to bed?" he asked, a soft mhm escaping your lips as a response. "alright, kiddo. i'll let ya sleep in my bed tonight."

he carried you up the steps and to his bedroom, laying you carefully onto his large mattress and pulling the covers over you. he tucked you in securely, kissing your cheek and turning out the light before going to make his way out of his bedroom.

"wait—"

elvis turned to look at you, "y-you not comin' to bed either?" you asked softly.

"oh." he scratched the side of his head, looking around unsurely. he was tired, but he knew he wouldn't be able to fall asleep. "i guess i can." he smiled and got under the covers with you, letting you rest your head on his chest as you snuggled into his side.

you tilted your head up to look at him, "can you read to me?"

his lips turned up slightly, picking up a book he had on his nightstand. "i thought you'd never ask."

#divider by hitobaby #elvis x reader

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slightlyhopefulromantic · 7 months

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Sorry, it's kind of a long ask...

hi hello!! I really enjoy your au, and the small tidbits I find here and there paint such a vivid picture in my mind. I was wondering if you could indulge me just a little. What where the moms' reactions to meeting the Omega daddies? Specifically Samantha?

Canonically, I don't think Ron ever talked about his father besides the fact that his dad died on a fishing trip and was never proud of him. I imagine he probably opened up a little to his wife, but that was it.

Followup on that tidbit, how would Ron's anchor work? Is it like traveling through Willy's mind and seeing things from his perspective, or is it an owl house "jump through these paintings of his memories and see for yourself" situation? And since we know about the doodler's influence on that course of events, do the moms see it? (Let's be honest, the dad's are not perceptive enough to see anything besides Ron struggling).

I really enjoy your au and artwork, keep up the good work :D

(sorry that only willy and barry get neat sketches here, i realized i had no real design for either of them and so took a second pass with references LMAO)

no need to apologize for a long ask! im really glad you like the au and my art, thank you so much!! sorry this reply took so long ":]

i actually think about this a LOT, because a massive staple of my specific take on this au is that the moms... arent supposed to be here! the dads were supposed to be taken instead, just like in canon, and so everyone is quite confused throughout their interactions XD like you point out - samantha doesnt know who willy is, and in fact, no one knows who anybody else is besides morgan and bill :]

their first interactions, pre-reveal, are mostly confusion on both ends. the moms have no fuckin clue whats going on. the omega daddies are scrambling to figure out what went wrong and come up with reasons why the moms suck (not hard to do). by the time the reveal comes around, the o-dads are on steadier footing, but the moms are still utterly flabbergasted. only morgan and carol ever met their fathers-in-law, and well. obviously frank is not a villain here, so only morgan recognizes anyone LMAO

as for what samantha knows of willy and how she reacted... she doesnt (didnt) know what he looks like, and she doesnt know the full of ron's experiences in childhood. she just knows, like you said, he was an abusive father who died on a fishing trip when ron was young. she definitely knows more than most, ron has opened up to her about it, but she doesnt know the details. upon meeting him, shes. well. less than impressed! samantha is notably a very forgiving and kind character, even to those they are enemies with, but willy (and the o-dads as a whole) is someone she never gives any benefit of the doubt. as soon as she learns who he is, shes over it and very on board with "well lets just kill the guy." she hates his ass!!

as for rons anchor, im still uh. not entirely sure! but it would be more an owl house jumping-into-memories thing, not traveling through willys mind instead. though that would definitely be an interesting take... not what im going for, but something to explore in the future :3c and i dont know if the moms are all that observant either LMAO so while theyd probably have a better chance of noticing the doodler, i think they would still be mostly focused on little ron :') i do really wanna do a bigger post talking about the anchors at some point, since i have them all more figured out now than i did initially. however, logically, i should just get over myself and write the fanfiction LMAO i just am not a long form writer so that seems daunting ":]

#dndads #monsters and mommies au #samantha stampler #willy stampler #carol wilson #mercedes oak garcia #morgan freeman dndads #bill close #barry oak

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diadraws · 10 months

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Do you have a link to the original audio you used in the everybody hates chloe animatic? It's hilarious and I really wanna see it lol

a lot of people have asked this and i am so sorry to admit i dont know where its from, i just ripped it from an edit my friend sent me on discord like 6 months ago.... so if anybody knows the source of the audio please feel free to drop it in the replies

EDIT: an anon has informed me the source is here! thank you!

#not art #answers

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dennnisreynolds · 10 months

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i miss when sunnyblr wasn’t just about shipping. its all i see and im getting so insanely tired of it -_- i really need to follow some blogs that focus more on the show as a whole instead of shipping. like i dont ship anybody anymore i just wanna watch the show and laugh. anybody with me ? please like this post or reply so i can follow u. my dash is ONLY shipping and i can’t stand it .

#me talking #iasip #its always sunny #iasip s16 #its always sunny s16 #its always sunny in philidelphia

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sapphire-weapon · 2 months

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😪 it sucks that you lit dont bother anyone and still get so much hate like you're just answering our silly asks and staying in your corner minding your business ugh I WANNA FIGHT ANONS

that's what really gets me about them.

they think i'm their enemy. i am not their fuckin enemy, man.

i have never once @-ed anyone, i've never once replied to anyone's post, i've never dm-ed anybody, i've never called anybody out by name. i am always telling you guys to leave them alone. i call you guys out whenever you're being toxic about them. i even defend their fucking ship when people want to try to say that the story went a way that it didn't in OG.

i am not

their enemy.

all i do is give an analysis of the story as it was written using tools that i learned in school that help me break down a narrative. that's it. and when the story goes in favor of aeon, i fucking say it does. and when it doesn't, i say that, instead. it's just that simple. if the shoe fits, i wear it, and if it doesn't, i don't try to make it fit.

but they literally think that me giving an opinion about a ship in my own space out of their way is the same as going directly to someone's account and insulting and harassing them personally.

you guys didn't even get to see the worst of the shit that got said to me today. it got really fucking mean. and like, you guys know me. i have a pretty fucking thick skin. but it was the principle of the thing that bothered me -- like they saw i was sick and decided to kick me while i was down, which just felt even more mean-spirited than usual.

it's because they weren't listened to enough as children, and so it's manifested in this desperate desire to not just be heard, but to dominate the conversation, because their sense of self-worth depends on it. and they don't like that i've started a new conversation that doesn't involve them. and then when i delete their shit and tell them that no one asked and i don't care, that sends them into full-blown tantrum mode.

so they're just being dicks because they think that, if i go away, it'll quiet that little voice in the back of their head that tells them that everyone thinks they're stupid and that no one likes them and all the things they've been so sure about won't come true (like how none of their predictions for separate ways came true) and when that happens people will like them even less

but it won't.

so no matter how mean and small they are, i'm not going anywhere. i've been in this fandom longer than they've been alive, and people far more vicious and dedicated than them have tried to run me out of here with zero success.

it's like they learned nothing from my shadowban.

it doesn't matter what happens to me, the damage is already done in the fandom. you can't unfuck that chicken. i've already destroyed their chokehold on the fandom discourse, and the conversations that i've started that you guys continue in other spaces aren't just going to stop if my blog goes away. 👑🦅

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tomuraist · 2 years

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hey, enji! it’s me, juni, as you already know. i’m here to request for a miruko imagine, or just headcannons if you don’t feel like writing an imagine. have a nice day, my love. mwah <3.

WARNS: A little miruko imagine for my bae <3 , smut ofc , sexting + a bit of masturbation while on call , fingering & name calling (?) , ooc miruko , dom!rumi x sub!black!reader.

disclaimer: This blog contains nsfw content , if you dont like that kindly leave or block me !! , & this is a request from the loml @lustrysstuff but anybody can read it.

𝐀 / 𝑵 : hi niki!! mwah mwah mwah! i love 2 see my fav requesting tbh , and i do hope you have a nice day too! <33

Miruko was very fond of you , She was there through your break up from your ex gf & always came through whenever you needed it the most. Most of all , you were always there for her too! pleasing the living shit out of her while sexting. Obviously it was a daily thing for the both of you two , One would send a nude photo & Miruko was the first one to see it. You basically gave off intense sensual & erotic energy off of you. Oh how she would drool over your body as she had just gotten to work , practically hiding the fact shes having so much dirty thoughts of you and that perfect body. Men & women can't help but feel horny around you & ofc , Miruko was one of them. You smirked to yourself when she started typing.

“ Rumi 💘 is typing. . . ”

“ Rumi 💘 Replied : God , i wanna tease that fucking body of yours , y'know that? just look at you! All dolled up just for me huh? ”

A few minutes pass and you had already replied & already on a call with Her. Cunt already spread & phone placed towards your bed. Your slick was all over the placed! Head getting hazy , washing out multiple shakey orgasms in front of the camera , eyes rolled back , your fingers sliding in and out of you , that was only half of it. Miruko had been in the bathroom while she guiding you through each ripping orgasm & hiding in one of the stalls & god did it felt amazing.

“ 'yer a little slut for me aren't you? gonna cum for me again? Yeah? , Yeah. You're so lucky im at the agency or i ' d be eating that cute little cunt out. ” She scoffed. Her Bunny ears flapped over her shiny white hair & all that was heard was her soft mocking noises of your moans , basically combined. Dang , she was really booed up when it came to you , but when she came to visit you that night? Just know you'll be throwing your head back in pleasure.

all works ©tomuraist. Do not Plagiarize , redistribute , or post my work on any other social media platforms unless with my consent. 18+ dni

#mha smut #miruko #black reader #smut #anime x reader

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cole-grey-writes · 2 years

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Symptoms of Loss

Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Timeline: Post-Avengers: Endgame

Character(s): Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes

Pairing(s): Wanda Maximoff x Male Reader (platonic(?))

Warning(s): swearing, graphic depictions of mental illness (depression), briefly implied self-harm (minor), not Post-Avengers: Endgame compliant (especially not WandaVision compliant lol)

Request: Hi, I’m a big fan. Could you do a Wanda maximoff x male reader who has depression, but who doesn’t tell anybody. I’d like it to be post endgame.

A/n: heyyyyyy….. feeling the need to apologize a lot for taking a lifetime with this request. my hyperfixations are hella sporadic. anyway, idk if this is exactly what you wanted but i hope you enjoy this little one shot anyway. sidenote, not sure if it’s accurate but google says wanda was like 20 during infinity war and endgame (prior to wandavision airing) so that’s how old im portraying here. also, i realize you didn’t specify if you wanted this to be romantic or platonic so i hope i wrote it well enough to be seen as whichever the reader prefers. anyway, i really like writing stuff for you guys (even if it takes me a lifetime to get the stories out lol). till next time :)

The buzzing snaps you out of your heavy sleep. You don’t know how much longer you keep laying around in bed, cocooned in the covers, before you finally push yourself until you’re propped up on your elbows. You blindly search for your phone, having no idea where it ended up after you fell asleep while watching random youtube videos.

You look around your room while your hands blindly search, wondering if it fell out of bed at some point. Although, there’s likely no room for it to have done so. Your room has grown excessively messy throughout the past few weeks. You’ve been meaning to clean, of course, but you just end up blowing it off at the end of each day.

The floor is overrun with clothes and shoes miscellaneously strewn everywhere they can reach. The pillows you don’t use sit haphazardly at the end of your bed and there are even a few old half empty mugs on your bedside table, mugs that you haven’t felt like getting up and setting in the sink to be washed.

You finally grab your phone under the covers, near your legs. You first notice that it’s just past noon, which is a lot earlier than you’ve normally been waking up at. Wanda’s text is the next thing you notice.

It’s not weird that you’re getting a text from Wanda, in its own right, seeing as you have a very good friendship going that dates all the way back to the aftermath of Ultron. You and Wanda were the closest in age, at the time, so it was only natural that you congregated towards each other. Things were awkward in the beginning given that Wanda had been juggling the grieving process from losing her twin brother as well as trying to find even footing as the newest member of the Avengers. But, you and Wanda eventually were able to grow close.

So, no, it’s not weird that you’re getting a text from Wanda. It’s just a little unexpected. You haven’t talked to Wanda in a while. Actually, you haven’t talked to anyone in a while.

Wanda [12:04 PM]: heyyy n/n wanna go out to lunch?

You sigh, really not wanting to go out anywhere with anyone. You’re almost tempted to leave Wanda on read, but you decide against it due to the smallest amount of guilt that manages to claw its way into your chest. Plus, Wanda would spam you for at least a few hours or until you answered if you didn’t reply within five (5) minutes.

You [12:08 PM]: idk

Wanda [12:08 PM]: come on, sam and bucky are coming

You wonder if Wanda meant that to be persuading in a positive way when actually that just makes you not want to go even more. You are so not in the mood to deal with people.

Wanda [12:09 PM]: you should come, we haven’t hung out in a while

You [12:10 PM]: wanda i really dont know

Wanda [12:10 PM]: just lunch pls you don't even have to get dressed up

Wanda continues on before you can even flat out say no.

Wanda [12:10 PM]: im picking you up in 15 minutes

Clicking your tongue, you don’t even have the energy to try and get out of going now. You drop your phone next to you before flopping back onto the bed yourself.

Wanda is knocking on your apartment door eventually, giving you barely enough time to get ready. You shuffle through your apartment to open the door for her, gesturing for her to enter without even a simple hello on your part. “I just need to get my shoes on,” you tell her, grabbing the pair that was sitting next to the door.

Wanda hums in acknowledgement. “Sam and Bucky went ahead to get a table for us.”

You nod back as you slip your shoes on sloppily, not even bothering to tie them. Standing up straight, you tell Wanda, “Ready to go.”

Wanda steps up next to you, smiling brightly while taking your hand in hers. “Let’s go then.”

The diner is close to your apartment so you and Wanda decide to just walk, leaving Wanda’s car in the parking lot so she can drive home later.

There's a soft, cool wind blowing as you walk the streets to the diner, something that actually feels refreshing and different from the usual stale air you’ve been surrounded by in your apartment.

Through the diner’s windows, you spot Sam and Bucky sitting at a table as you walk across the street. The air is just as cool inside as it is outside, you note, as you follow Wanda into the restaurant. There's also the aroma of freshly made food and coffee that stick to the air. The delicious smells would’ve normally made your stomach growl, but it seems you’re not phased by it anymore despite you having no clue as to when your last meal was.

Sam and Bucky greet you and Wanda when you take your seats across from them. Wanda greets back with a simple ‘hey’ while you smile at them awkwardly just as the waiter appears out of nowhere. The waiter drops off two more menus before she asks you and Wanda about drinks.

“Strawberry lemonade,” Wanda says before she and the waiter look at you expectantly. You mutter an order of plain water, looking at the menu, mostly out of obligation rather than any actual desire for food.

You keep track of the two pairs of eyes trained on your slumped form all while not bothering to mention it. You choose to let the two people the eyes are attached to make the first move while you continue to repeatedly flip through the menu, the menu you haven’t actually read a single word of.

Eventually, Sam is the one to break the silence. “Well, you’re quiet, Y/N,” Sam wonders as playfully as he can muster. “Why is that?”

Sam’s observation causes irritation to grow in your chest for some reason that you can’t actually pin down. For that, you’re not able to stop yourself from snapping. “I’m tired,” you say, simple and curt and holding a level of bite to them.

Sam… doesn’t react the way you expected him to as soon as the words were out of your mouth. Sam did not react at all, in fact. He doesn’t even smile in the way that means he’s brushing off your attitude. All he does is hum and then change the subject. “So, what is everyone ordering?”

It takes a few seconds for your mind to fully process the question. It seems as if no one else at the table had the same problem, however, because Bucky is answering easily. “I was thinking of getting a cheeseburger.”

Sam scoffs, side-smirk and all. “Copycat,” he mutters, Bucky rolling his eyes in response.

You interrupt quickly, before Sam and Bucky could really get into quipping with each other. “I’m not really that hungry.”

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say because it catches the entire group’s attention. You sink lower in your seat as soon as it clicks in your mind that no one is ok with you not ordering food.

“W-well,” Wanda stutters, slightly turning in her seat so she can face you. “How about we share something?”

You want to argue with Wanda, you absolutely want to, but a wave of exhaustion hits you suddenly. You can tell it’s just surface level tiredness but you know that this feeling is a prerequisite to a more bone deep feeling of exhaustion, the one where you just want to collapse as soon as you can get to the nearest sleepable surface (which doesn’t necessarily mean something that is particularly meant for sleep). It dawns on you that your social meter is depleting, rapidly.

Sighing, you don’t argue.

Your friends’ odd behaviors throughout lunch isn’t lost on you. You notice that your friends are acting extremely weird almost from the very start.

Sam doesn’t respond to your attitude with some of his playful remarks to lighten the mood or to get you to relax and enjoy the company like he usually does. Bucky keeps his own quips to himself as well, which is as red as any flag can get given he’s not let anyone stop him from displaying the identity he’s regained since he’s escaped HYDRA’s tight grip.

The final straw is when Wanda says nothing about you barely touching the meal that she had so heavily suggested you share with her.

It’s completely stupid and foolish, but you are maybe and completely out of your mind angry about it. You don’t even care enough to stop yourself from storming out of the diner without any notice.

You have no idea where the hell you plan on going, not that you honestly care. Maybe you can finally find a place to crawl into and hide away from the world forever.

You make it around a corner before you even realize that Wanda has been trailing behind you the entire time. Sighing heavily, maybe growling through your teeth a little bit, you whip around to face her. “Why did you make me leave my house? I would’ve had a much better time sleeping.”

Wanda stops walking just shy of getting in your space, cautiously leaving some space between you but you honestly wonder if that’s the real reason or if she thinks you’re angry enough to do something in a blind rage if she’s in close enough proximity. It simultaneously makes your heart jump up your throat, almost prickling your eyes with tears, and plummets all the way to your stomach while leaving behind an ice cold trail. You force all those feelings down just like any other day.

“Well, I know you’ve been feeling really bad lately, so–”

“Oh,” you snap bitterly, “and you thought lunch was gonna fix that?”

Still, Wanda doesn’t rise to the bait of your defensive attitude and shakes her head softly. “I didn’t think lunch was gonna fix it. I want to fix it,” she explains gently, her hands beginning to fidget with each other. “I want to help.”

It’s not hard to connect the dots about where this is headed. A few weeks back, Wanda had a one-sided conversation with you about it over text. You had never responded to her messages and Wanda hadn’t brought it up when she came to visit you in person a few days afterward. Now that you think about it, you’re pretty sure that day had been the last time you had seen or talked to each other, even over the phone.

“I'm not going to therapy,” you state bluntly, turning back around so you don’t have to look Wanda in the face. You continue your original trek down the street, albeit at a much slower pace.

“Why refuse so quickly?” Wanda wonders, unsurprisingly still following you. She quickens her pace in order to be next to you instead of behind as she talks.

You stubbornly look ahead, refusing to meet her eyes even as you answer out of pure frustration from this conversation. “Because it won’t help.”

“You don't really believe that,” Wanda sighs.

“And how the hell do you know what I believe?”

Wanda’s hand suddenly snatches you by the arm, effectively leaving you with no choice but to stop walking and look at her. “Y/n,” she talks gently, in a way that’s meant to coax you into spilling your genuine thoughts and feelings. And, damn it, it works.

It’s the fact that you know Wanda will never let it go now, and also maybe, deep under all the repression, that you’ve wanted someone to care enough to make you talk about it, that gets you to cave.

You purse your lips tightly, almost painfully, as if you want it to hurt, before the words begin tumbling out of your mouth. “I lost so much in the Blip.” Scoffing, at your traitorous, shaky voice and at this bullshit world, you quickly continue before you lose your nerve. “It was reversed and some people came back… but some didn't. And it’s so much worse now ‘cause they’re really gone this time. There’s no way for them to come back.”

Memories flash through your mind involuntarily as you talk. Bright red hair, always in a new style every other time you saw it. A glowing chest and calloused hands, stained with oil. A reassuring smile attached to a protective, superpowered body.

“I just can’t forget anyone this last… fucking battle took away.” Wanda’s head tilts in sympathy, her hand taking hold of yours in a tight squeeze as if to convey just how much she empathizes with what you’re saying. “It’s a betrayal. Moving on is forgetting.”

“Y/N,” Wanda says, voice sounding water soaked and desperate this time. Immediately, you look up towards her face and you see that Wanda’s eyes have grown wet and red around the edges. The sight alone, of one of the last remaining people that you care about who’s still alive, is enough to make the knot in your throat bubble over helplessly.

Shaking her head, Wanda’s hand migrates to your shoulder in a firm grip. You’re forced to pay attention to what she says, so you don’t forget a single word. “Losing vision after he’d done so much to help me when Pietro… died,” Wanda’s breath catches slightly, “it felt like the final nail in the coffin. And I won’t lie to you, a part of me didn’t want to grieve for him. I wanted to hold on to him and how he made me feel forever, even if it hurt. Grieving felt like I was leaving him behind. But, grieving and healing… Y/N, that doesn’t mean you’re forgetting about them. It just means you are learning to live without them here.”

Wanda’s hands move once again, coming up cupping your cheeks. You watch every twitch in her face, the way her eyes squint and the way she bites her lip, likely attempts to keep the tears from overflowing. It’s useless, though, because as soon as you are no longer able to tramp down the tears, neither is Wanda.

You both break out in sobs at the same moment, yanking each other close and crashing into a deep hug. You stay in that hug for a while, both of you stumbling wetly through amends.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been such a hermit and–and ignoring all of your messages. For being such a fucking ass during lunch.”

Wanda lets out a wet chuckle. “Sorry for dragging you to lunch.”

You shake your head vehemently despite still being pressed close together, your head resting on her shoulder. You know Wanda feels the movement. “I’m not. It’s exactly what I needed.”

Finally, you and Wanda separate. You collect yourselves, sniffling for a few moments, wiping the tears and snot from your faces. Wanda clears her throat, reaching into the pocket of her jacket and pulling out a clump of papers. She hands the clump to you and says, “These are for you. You can look over them for as long as you want before deciding.”

“Deciding?” You repeat, confused. Looking at what the clump is meant to be, you quickly realize that it’s a bunch of mental health pamphlets and therapy brochures.

“Bucky gave them to me when we started hanging out after the Blip,” Wanda explains, playing with her finger nervously. “Now, I’m giving them to you.”

You can’t bring yourself to hold back the teensiest smile that makes its way onto your face. “You had these in your pocket the whole time?”

Wanda’s face grows a little red. “I was trying to wait for the right moment to bring them up.”

Nodding, you eye the pamphlets before shrugging, trying to seem nonchalant. “I’ll look through them.”

Wanda smiles brightly, obviously grateful. Then, she grabs your attention by shyly reaching for your hand. “How ‘bout I walk you home?”

You don’t even need to think about it, surprisingly. Going home sounds really, really nice, especially after you just cried and spilled your heart out on the sidewalk. The thought, actually, catches you off guard a little bit because you hope Wanda means she’ll stay with you when you get there. It’s been so long since you’ve wanted to be in the company of others voluntarily. You hope the feeling sticks around, too.

“That sounds great.” Wanda tugs your hand with an eager smile, leading you in the direction of your apartment, when a thought suddenly occurs to you. You tug back from Wanda. “Wait, I should apologize to Sam and Bucky.”

Wanda shakes her head a little. “I knew you'd probably want to be alone after we talked,” she explains. “I told them we could meet up again in a few days.”

Your chuckle turns into a grimace as complete embarrassment and guilt make a home in your gut. You don’t want to sit on these feelings, especially not after how horrible you behaved towards them. Resuming your walk, you make an effort to match Wanda’s pace. “I do kinda want to be alone right now, but I don’t want to make Sam and Bucky wait for an apology. I’ll invite them to dinner tomorrow.”

Wanda nods along. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Will you come?” you ask suddenly. “If you’re there, it won't feel like I’m trapped alone with them.”

Wanda squeezes your hand reassuringly. “Of course I’ll come with you.” Smiling, you hope your gratitude is easily visible.

“Hey, Wanda?” you wonder shyly. “Can you spend the night?”

“Of course, Y/N.”

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nana-and-ren707 · 5 months

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Sorry i see you are a nana fan so i want to ask you a thing , Does nana actually love ren? Or yasu more? In 50 chapter i was so confused for shins speech

shin said that nana actually in love with yasu

When nobu and shin see shion go in yasus room , they were all anxious about because nana s reaction .

but nobu has replied “dont say that! She is marrying ren!” Mmmmso i think now that her true love is yasu.. poor ren😢

…And so many clues in the story , example in the chapter 69 whe yasu said thanks nana and that “thanku” was so beautiful for her she cried for the happy .. so may chapters after shion say to misato that a “thank you“ sometime is more rewarding than “i love u” if it comes from the person we love more

I know , ren has made SO MANY mistakes and in know yasu Is perfect but I believed that nana and ren were soulmates no matter what …happened . I so sad fo ren… i know.. its crazy, yasu and nana are so special but i still believed that nana x ren was more , no matter what.. till now 😮‍💨

Ren is my favorite character in nana. that’s why he is to dear to me .. my only hope is that his love is reciprocated by nana.. for real

aahhh I don’t understand what ai yazawa wants to say to us sometimes that i get angry really much. Love is not perfect sometimes… that shion theory’s so deep that i wanna scream 😂 nana was so happy for a thanku .. omg .. Ai Yazawa please.. ren is so lonely in the end.

What do you think about it? So sorry for my bad English !

Helloo and thank you for asking, I love discussing NANA always ♥

I've been confused, and I think we have all been confused just like you with these occurences to Nana being in love with Yasu, I'm pretty sure Yazawa Ai made all these on purpose just to upset us T..T and as Ren and Nana are my favorite character and favorite couple in the serie, I can tell you I was really upset!

But I'm gonna answer your question, as a Nana&Ren fan : I think she really does love Ren, more than anybody. :-)

I can't help but have a lot in common with Nana, I wasn't abandoned by my mother but I felt quite lonely my whole life, not being able to connect to anyone... until I met that one man. It's another kind of love, I swear, to meet someone that heal you from your sadness, from your loneliness, that becomes a shelter, a light in the dark, the ONLY light. The person became a GOD for you, so you can imagine the devastation when you're left by that one person. And there come Yasu! He's sweet, he's nice, he's always available, always a good hear when you need him... I think Nana really wanted to fall in love with him, she knew it would be a healthiest relationship for her... but she did not. She loved him, but she was not in love with him (at the risk of being scolded by their shipers, I think it goes the same with Hachi x Nobu :p). She cannot love anyone else than Ren, and that's one of the reason why she's quite upset

Do you remember this? That one scene in which she realizes that Yasu will not be able to "save" her - from Ren!

Concerning the scene with Nobu and Shin, "think about the way Nana feels about him", we understand in the serie that Nana is a very possessive person, she wants the person she loves to belong to her, completely. I am a very possessive person too, and it's very complicated to see someone who's interested in you being interested in someone else, because you really feel abandoned. Even if you cannot give love to the person, you need the person to love you, only you. Another interesting cap :

I think That's exactly what she'd like! That yasu keeps on looking after her, without loving anyone else, even if she is unable to give him love (because she loves Ren more :p)

The last two things that I wanted to underline, are the fact that Nana is not that upset about Myu and Yasu relationship. She's a bit angry, but she was in love with Yasu it would be the end of the world for her.

+ I have also noticed, and I don't know if you will agree with me, that as long as the things go well with Ren, Nana doesn't really need Yasu, she runs to him when the things go wrong, doesn't she?

+If she was in love with Yasu, she would have dated him during the two years of breakup with Ren, right? :-)

But this is just my opinion you know, maybe I'm wrong , maybe she's in love with Yasu and the clues you listed are quite relevant too! But I hope my answer managed to make you believe in Nana and Ren for ever ♥

Your English is not bad at all, I wish you a very nice weekend honey ♥

#abt nana & ren #abt nana & yasu

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gray-ace-space · 1 year

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so, you don't have to reply to this if you don't want to. And I'm sorry for just appearing with this but, I need to get this out to another living person for once..

I think I might be in the ace spectrum, but I feel attracted to people. *VERY* attracted. I have fantasies, and I masturbate, and I have crushes, but I can't see myself ever actually banging somebody?? Cuz like, ew, WTF, why would I want YOU in ME bro?? And it makes me feel like a fraud because I just use the ace label, while still doing all that behind the scenes, and it feels wrong! And plus, being omni isn't helping, cuz I could see myself hugging and kissing on pretty much any gender, but like, I wouldn't wanna fuck anybody. And I feel like I might end up leading somebody on, cuz I flirt heavily and I make sex jokes and all that junk, but I don't, and wouldn't really ever, wanna have sex. And I have a uterus so people keep saying "Ohh, come on, you'll want sex and babies someday?" And like- BITCH NOOOOO. I AIN'T WANT NO DAMN PUSSY PARASITES 😭😭😭

Anyways- Uh- Rant done - idk what to say now

Have a nice day, drink water, eat food, take a bath, yadda yadda, dont die! Thanks for listening to my ted talk

hi!

if you think you're acespec, you're acespec. none of your thoughts or feelings change that (unless you want them to) and you're not wrong for thinking and feeling them. you will never be judged for that here.

you didn't ask, but i can't help but notice what you're describing sounds a lot like aegosexual and/or orchidsexual!

aegosexual: having a disconnect between your self and your sexuality; enjoying sex in fiction and fantasies, as something that happens to others, but being uncomfortable with the idea of taking part in it yourself

orchidsexual: feeling sexual attraction but never wanting to act on it (i think this one could be a better fit since it includes feeling attraction)

both of these can be filed under gray ace.

alternatively, if you mean you're strongly romantically attracted to ppl, but not sexually (not super clear from the ask), then you're just straight up ace. being flirty or masturbating doesn't change that.

if someone feels let down by you not wanting to have sex with them, that's their problem. you have a right to affirm your boundaries and not be pressured into doing things you don't wanna do.

sending u good vibes!

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izzypaw · 6 months

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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the inbox of the last ten people who reblogged something from you, get to know your mutuals and your followers!

SORRY THIS IS LATE i got like halfway through then forgot i was doing it😭😭 this is rly cute, ty for including me !!

1- i got to hang out w/ my sister's new kitten last week and he's just the sweetest little thing

^ new kittie is the black one & the other is her cat frankie :3

2- i had my physics lab outside on tuesday and a little bee kept coming up to me bcuz he wanted to drink my lemonade which i found rly cute ^-^ (even tho im a lil scared of bugs lol)

3- HALLOWEEN !! halloween is coming soon and im just thankful that im soo much happier this year :) ive been making a lot of halloween-y art like i love to do this year when last year i was just sooo sad and had no motivation so im happy to BE happy this year if that makes sense!

4- im making some peppermint hot cocoa rn and its gonna be ssooooo good u guys. so good ☕️<-pretend thats hotcocoa. ALSO its in a cute aristocats mug. did you know i love cats?☺️

5- ok cop out bc i cant think of another thing but my dog makes me happy :) also got to hang out with her on the weekend but i already miss her even though shes smelly and skrunkly

thank u again for sending this to me!! most of my notifs rn are people i dont know & i dont wanna bother anybody but if you see this & want me to send U this ask / it looks like fun to you just reply to this post & i forsure will !

#ask #misticfog #ask game #<-sorta lol

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Easier to read

AN: i dont know. just something.

Pairing: Loyd Hansen x agent!reader

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SCROLL AWAY PLEASE

The photos all around you in the dark apartment while a security camera showed numerous recordings of the man with the mustache. He was way easier to read than what anybody thought. In fact it had made you smirk to know that despite he was so easy to read, he did a good job making everybody think he wasnt. Hiding behind the sociopath profile was easy, even earning some pity along the way.. He was ill, it wasn't really his fault to not care about the destruction he left behind, and with seemingly endless resources he was indeed a good asset to bring in. Except, nobody new of you. Sierra 11. The last of the secret team. Noone saw you, noone know of you except Fitzroy, you were even more of a gray man than the rest of them were. You were the most silent of them, noone ever knew you even existed. And this came as a blessing for Fiztroy in this case. He needed Hansen eliminated, his niece saved. While Six and the others drew everyone's attention you could carry out the plan.

Here you were studying the manchild. He was good at barking orders, he was good with hand in hand combat, but there was his weakness: guns. Do not get me wrong, he was pretty good with those too, just not remarkably. He got shot a few times, without an exception it made him trash and throw tantrums. EVERY TIME. This was where you'd get him. Also he never believed a woman can best him. Sexist...

Fitzroy sent the sign, you had no way to reply, as per agreed. He could only hope and pray you recieved it and you'll come. And of course you'd come. He was the only thing close to family you had. Funny isn't it? The same fate as all the sierras. You know you were trained for his selfish reasons, but you refused to only see his selfishness, there were good intentions down there as well.

You were on the airplane with them heading towards Croatia. The pilots are on your side, you'll let them live. You decided the safest route was to wait until they are asleep, then release a gas that puts them further asleep for a bit, making your job easier. A Man that sleeps, doesn't resist. You slowly eliminated all the men on the plane except for Hansen, Fitzroy and his niece. After landing You threw the bodies in the sea, leaving with Hansen in your car before Fitzroy wakes up so you wouldn't be compromised. You needed to search Hansen before leaving, so there he was in all his glory, tied up at the bactseat of your car. He was sitting in the middle, arms and legs tied to the sides. You had to admit he was a sight to see. You were on the way to your private island in Greece , already on the private ship with your car when he started to trash.

-Calm down pretty boy, i'd hate for you to lose one of your balls. - you said to him in a calm voice.

-Who the hell are you? - he asked fuming.

-Don't you wanna know? - you said almost flirtily, gosh, what was wrong with you. You chuckled a bit before going silent again. He was smart, he knew he won't get answers. After another two hours, you were nearing the island, so you put on your gas mask, before sending him to a peaceful sleep again.

-You'll regret th.... - he said before snoring softly. You sighed.

-I will, won't i? - you asked of nobody. Maybe you should've kill him on the plane and be done with it. You were still gonna kill him, you just.. found him too intriguing to kill before talking to him.

You brought him to the basement, tying him to a chair in the middle of the room, all the pictures and informations of him scattered all around. You were lounging on the sofa in front of him, reading a book.

-I mean i'm into kinky shit, but you could've just asked.. - a coarse voice tore you from your book. You still didn't look at him, just smiling into the book.

-Aren't you charming..

-I could be a lot more than charming sweetheart... if you'd.. - he moved in his restraints.- let me out.

-You know Lloyd, i always find it so interesting when men think women will break, and free them. Remind me again for what? Empty promises of safety, sex even... - you said as you sat up, hand going on your forehead in a dramatic manner, faking a faint - being saved by the prince, the ugly bad man they have in their restraints changing for them and them only.. I mean.. i studied you, you've gone quite far, still... it was so easy to play your weaknesses against you. You see, i do not have false hopes, but i do have my safety, and also your worthless little life in my very hands. Let's say i'd indeed wanted to have sex with you.. don't you think i would just take it this way? - you said as you slowly walked towards him, still in your bodycon tactical gear, the point of the knife under his chin making him look at you in the eye as you smirked at him dangerously. He gulped as his eyes took you in. Something about the dangers of it made him even more hard. Which of course you noticed, it wasn't that hard to see, he was in his underwear and he was huge. You chuckled and went to the decanter to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, before sitting down on the sofa, facing him.

-We could have fun sweetheart. - he winked.

-Look Hansen, i know you pretend to be a psychopath, smart move really. And i believe you know you are not here to satisfy my bodliy needs. So let's just get over with and tell me, who hired you to kidnap that kid?

-There were only one sierra left, and i don't ever remember coming in contact with you. Are you one of Fitzroys laughable little program?

-I am the one asking questions pretty boy. - you said while throwing a knife straight into the chair between his legs, inches away from his manhood. He didn't even flinch, he just took a big, slow breath before looking at you with dark eyes.

-What will i get if i answer your questions sweetheart? If you studied well you know i don't work for free.

-Oh but you see, you're not working... Let's say every question you answer gets you another minute to live. - You said as you twirled another blade between your fingers.

-Little hard to think with this thing here.. - he motioned to his dick with his head. You slowly got up, walked towards him seductively, looking him in the eyes as you slid the blade from his neck, down to his abdomen, only to pierce the chair, effectively pining his now ruined underwear to it, making him almost moan as hi bit his lip.

-I'll gladly cut it off for you.. it would be such a shame tho, isn't it? SO, i'll ask you again, who hired you? - you asked as you took a hold of the hair on the back of his head, making him tilt it back as you got in his face, noses nearly touching.

-Denny Carmichael. - he whispered against your lips.

-She is a bloody child. - you whispered back.

-I care about the money sweetheart. - he said but you could see a hint of quilt in his eyes, along with the twich of his member cause of you being close.

-Word says you're in love with dear Denny. - you say, leaning so close if he wanted to he could kiss you.

-I prefer you.. - he says before softly kissing you. And you deepen it. You'll kill him anyways, you might as well have some fun. You're still fisting his hair, as you move to straddle him, slowly grinding on his lenght, making him moan into your mouth. As you move to stand to get rid of your gear, he's almost growling at the sight of your body. Scars littered here and there, yet still somehow the prettiest he ever saw.

-I could make you feel so good sweetheart, why don't you untie me and let me?

You cock an eyebrow as you move to remove the knife from inbetween his legs. Carefully touching it along his shaft, making him shudder with pleasure.

-I'm not that stupid Hansen.. - before you rid him of his underwear, and spit on his member. He tilts his head back, murmuring a "dear god" as you slid him into you, sinking down on him, velvety folds welcoming him, sweetly stretching around. YOu couldn't help but moan. As you started to move, the circling of your hips made him hitting that spot inside you everytime. He felt the fluttering of your walls, making him smirk, and plant kisses on your collarbone up your neck. He whispered into your ear, in a low growl.

-Cum for me sweetheart. - and you didn't need to be asked twice. You came loudly, riding out your high, as you felt him stutter under you, releasing his seed into the depths of you. You collapsed on him, trying to catch your breath.

-If that's what answering questions gets me, i'll answer every one from now on. - he said and it made you giggle.

-If you wouldn't want to kill me i'd ask you to marry me you know?! - he whispered against your skin.

-Don't be stupid Hansen.. we both know if i'd so much as let one of your hands free, you'd kill me. And you'd be right to do so.

-Well maybe if you ask hours before i would've, but now.. i don't think i could let that pussy go to waste. - he says, kissing your shoulder softly. - There is something about the most beautiful woman in the world besting me in my own game.. You're dangerous, you're a worthy opponent. That matters more than killing some i wasn't paid to kill.. I don't even know your name. - he scoffed, making you smile. You slowly stood up, whimpering at the loss of him, as you turned around and left the room. A day later you walk in an oversized white button-up shirt. His eyes beam at the sight of you.. Not the usual thing you see on them after spending the night filthy, tied to a chair in the basement. You drink your coffee, as you read the news on the secure phone.

-My men will find me you know. Wouldn't it be better that they find me on honeymoon with my secret wife, than tied to a chair ? - he tried again.

-You stink, and no, what wife? Also, there is no service in this place, as well as no sign of it in any maps, not even the governments secret ones. The thing is, if i'd let you go, and you'd kill me, you'd kill the only person knowing the way back. Without me you'd die here anyway.

-Enjoying being important huh? - he said as he felt himself harden at your confidence. You really did think of everything. He knew so little of you, practically nothing, yet he felt himself falling harder by the minute.

-Damn you need a shower. - you said as you saw his state from the night before. You put a knife to his throat as you untied his legs, and lead him towards the shower.

-Don't try anything prettyboy, be thankful i let you shower. - you said. He suddenly brought his tied hands over your head, caging you into the corner of the showers, his member poking your stomach as he leaned in close to kiss you.

-Thank you. - he said as he continued his kisses, as he grinded into you, making you whimper.

You shakily let your hand wander around his abs, down to his member, stroking him up and down a few times, before turning around, letting him see you vunerable. He kissed inbetween your shoulderblades, before pushing into you, both moaning at the sensation. You could get used to this, you thought. He rammed into you at an unforgiving pace, as his tied hands grabbed a hanful of your hair, yanking it back. It was a bliss, and you never wanted it to end. When you both came down from your highs, he clened you up, best as he could with tied hands, and you helped him as well. As a finishing move, you cut the ties on his hands. Earning a look from him.

-If you didn't stangled me with them, you won't without them. - you shrugged, before stepping out of the shower.

-Where is this sudden trust coming from sweetheart? - he asked.

-No trust, i'm just tired. I want to quit. But by any means my only way to do so is dying. - you shoot him a sad smile.

He snaked a hand around your waist, and another under your chin to make you look up at him.

-Why would you say such a thing?

-I'm nothing more than a secret asset Lloyd.

-What are you saying, we eliminated every but one of the sierras and you're certainly not seem like that ken boy. - he said not understanding.

-Yes the top secret papers do tell of ten sierras. There is one, the eleventh that noone ever seen, saw, heard of. Not even Fitzroy saw me. I was chosen, brought here. Trained. I have no way to contact anyone. The missions come with the food supply, i am to eliminate targets, retrieve information and packages without anyone ever seeing me. I also should've murder you in your sleep back on the plane. - you said as you twisted yourself out of his hold, and went to the corner kitchen in the basement. Starting to make coffee.

-Look sweetheart, i don't care about that. We could.. we could just stay here and i don't know. forget about it all. What do you say? i have more than enough money to last several lifetimes. - he said as he put you up to the counter,separating your legs to stand between them.

He leaned down, and licked a fat strip over your slit, making you moan instantly.

-I'll take that as a yes. - he said, as he picked you up, and shoved you down his cock, before kissing you. He brought you to the bed, tossing you in it before diving in after you...

Life could be worse..

#lloyd hansen #chris evans #the gray man #the gray man fanfiction #lloyd hansen x reader #fanfic

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crazy-lazy-elder-sims · 2 years

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I've not done a single sim challenge and i dont know how to fucking render but i still did my own fucking thing just whatever i felt like at the moment and now sit at 1k followers some of my edits have 0 notes and some have 5 and some 500 etc i gained followers because i engage with the community and im pretty active (you gessed it by reblogging content i actually like) people follow me to add more sim things to thier dash i've been told also some people follow me because they wanna see what comes next from my cc/personal takes/ edits

its not a single formula that you can follow and boom ur popular i need people to understand this your blog will not grow because of being quick on the trends you have to make people want to actually hear from you

you have to treat other people here as people not just a way for recognition that means you have to genuinely interact...

When i first wanted to start a simblr i literally goggled "how to start a blog for the sims 4" and got a bullet point notice from a sims blog thats long gone now but they really really emphaized that i need to interact and be genuine in my interactions like really emphasized it was 3 bullet points lol

and thats what i've been doing since and now i have so many friends beyond simblr and a cool little blog where i can ramble on and have someone listen and reply to me because they also see me as a real person.

And its also fine to not interact!!

i had a blog befor this that i managed since 2012 and i never spoke to single soul i just rebloged my fandoms no tags even i left it in 2018 with 200 followers and that was fine!!

Its your tumblr blog do whatever you want with it just stop pretending anyone is forcing you to do anything.

I genuinely have no idea how to break it down more for you guys please understand tumblr is different than other social medias and you are interacting with actual people not a mindless algorithm.

Btw im not vague-posting anybody thats just my genuine opinion about this whole discorse and its not the first time i say this exact thing.

#non sims #how simblr works #yet another discorse

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pupuseriazag · 1 year

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tw: venting about unlove:

Four months have passed after that "man" broke my heart. Treated my like he was interested, talkrd daily with him, he was there for me in some low moments (during which I would cry because I didnt felt enough for him or anybody), flirted and showed me signs he wanted me

Only for him to suddenly start being less and less caring with me, stopped giving me all those words and spent less time with me.

And I, in a stupid moment of weakness... Confessef my feelings for him

Wanna know something funny? He didnt reply in the moment. I talked to his friend and he listened to me talk how much I appreciated and loved him... How much I was willing to do for him. And he agreed we would've be nice together... That he was rooting for us and he was glad he had found someone so "nice" and "caring" as me.

He talked to him... 3 hours later he gives me the bad news... He is mad and sngry at his best friend for using my heart and not actually wanting to b with me... but still leading me on to believing we had a chance.

I was broken again, man. How. Many. Fucking. Times. Has. It. Been.

Time and time again I end up likr a fool.

And then he texted me. He was sorry for making me go thru that... After I had told him I was on the verge of stress for no one wanting to put the effort or wanting to fight for me.

He said that for weeks he did felt love for me... But realized he did not wanted to actually make the effort.

Thats when it happened. Thats when I got confirmation that no one would fight to be with me. Thats when I got confirmation that Im not enough for anybody... That theres something in me that people are easy to let me go.

Why am I not interestinf enough to keep them around? Why am I not pretty or handsome enough to keep someone? Why am I not... Anything actually special...

I was going everything alright... I've never hurt anybody and yet Im always the one hurt

My heart realized that night... That no one will ever truly love me like I love them...No matter how hard I search. No one will come to my life like I daydreamed when I was a little child. No one will work hard to be with me, no one will. No one will make sure I understand I am so....So very loved by them. No one will rver treat me right... And for some reason I dont deserve it.

But I know I do dederve it. I do deserve all those nicr things... But why does it never come? Why am I always thrown back to the ground amd forgotten?

I dont want to turn into the "I CAN love myself 😤😤" because I dont love myself. Being me has never made anybody feel like they want to fight for me... Not even myself.

And you knoe what I hate? I fucking despise the "Oh calm down! :) God will give you a nice MAN soon! Its all God's plan and God's timing is perfrct 😌"

I DONT WANT TO KEEP FUCKING WAITING. I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL MY STUPID LIFE TO HAVE SOMEONE LOVE ME DEEPLY AND NO ONE TO THIS DAY HAS EVER DONE SO. WHY DOES GOD WANT ME TO GO THRU THIS?! JUST SO I CAN """VALUE""" THE ACTUAL ""CORRECT"" PERSON?! I ALREADY FUCKING DO THAT WITH EVERYONE.

ITS FUCKING UNFAIR FOR ME TO ALWAYS HAVE BEEN EITHER A FUCKING EASY TO LET GO PERSON AND NEVER HAD ANYBODY SHOE ME THE ACTUAL LEVEL OF LOVE I NEED AND DESERVE I FUCKING HATE IT I HATE IT A LOT

I DONT DESERVE ALL OF THESE HEARTBREAKS

I DONT DESERVE ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED TO ME

SO IF GOD HAS ANYTHING IN PLAN FOR ME IS PROBABLY JUST TO FUCKING LAUGH ST MY FACE FOR EVERYTIME I BELIEVE I FOUND THE CORRECT PERSON.

WHY CANT I HAVE LOVE NOW???? WHY CANT I FEEL LOVED NOW??? WHY DO I NEED TO KEEP WAITING AND FALLING AND FALLING IN NEW TRAPS SO CALLED LESSONS?!?!

ITS ALL BULLSHIT TO ME

I just... I dont want more people... I think I deserve love... But it always feels like god and the universe dont think I do...

So guess what? You won. Enjoy seeing how from time to time I cry again to sleep becquse of how unloved I feel. But I wont try it again. I wont open my heart to anybody in that way again.

Enjoy watching how I have to write fanfics and hyperfocus on those becquse I want to feel some type of love nesr me... And at least my mind is good and crrating those peope that do care for me

#moona rambling #Sorry I just...#Ya estoy hasta la vergs. Honestamente

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forjongseong · 1 year

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PART 9! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jay mopping the floor, using the mop handle like a microphone stand.

we already KNOW thats him irl dhsjakdhajk

“Let me love you,” he sang, dipping you and kissing your collarbones. “Good morning, my queen.”

me giggling all ugly and shit MORNING JAY

He’s really a malewife at this point, you thought.

MALEWIFE DHSJAKDHAJK teach me how to make mine one too

“I checked last night and I think you’re running out of pads, but I forgot which one you use,” Jay explained, stepping closer to the shelf of pads. “Is it this one?” He asked, pointing to a pink packaging.

no really, jay. HOW DO I TEACH MY BF THESE MANNERS? THANKS

“Because being a woman is fucking expensive, love,” you chuckled as you replied to him.

DUDE this is so true. pads are fucking expensive. i said the exact thing to my man too when we had to run to the store to buy me some dhajskdhjakdhak he was so shocked at the price ):

You laughed at his reaction and gave him a pat on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Hwi. If you’re dating someone, let me know. I need to make sure she’s not taking advantage of my assistant.”

I WILL NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN OMFG DONT DOUBT ME

“Jay,” you whispered, “I don’t think I have the energy to do anything.”

GIRL SSSSHHHHH HE WANTS IT HE WILL DO IT

“You mean like… somnophilia?” Jay asked.

THE WAY I FUCKING GASPED WITH MY JAW DROPPING. THE QUEEN HAD SPOKEN INTO THE MIC, JAY. DO AS THE QUEEN SAYS AND STFU

Jay closed his eyes and bit his lips, almost as if he was imagining it happening. “Please don’t judge me, but that actually sounds hot.”

JUDGING U, JAY e_e

“Because you should give people the stuff that you like,” you answered, remembering that it was a lesson your parents taught you when you were young. “I’ll finish the gingerbread latte.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drink that one.”

THE WAY WE TALKED ABOUT THIS SCENE WHEN U WENT AND GRABBED BOTH DRINKS TOO omfg nana now seeing jay in display im crying bye

“Oh, it feels nice to be called appa by a daughter,” he said, placing a hand over his chest sentimentally. Jay rolled his eyes and just dragged his father to the front door.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JEALOUS JAY I AM WHEEZING

“Sweetheart.” Jay’s mother turned to face you, wiping her hands on her apron before she put her hand under your chin to tilt your face up. “You’re not letting anybody down as long as you love him. And believe me, he adores you.”

from experience, FELT. you never wanna disappoint anyone and try so hard to learn to do something for the one you love. and sometimes, you feel like you have no one to turn to or tell to even though you should be able to tell that certain someone. fhjaskdhjak sorry for blabbering T_T like myself for example, i was really afraid to be a part of my bf's family when he proposed. i was scared that i wasnt going to live up to anyone's expectations. but his mother really helped me because i didnt have my mom to teach me while growing up and i didnt know how to do anything. so im very thankful for all of this hdjaskdhjak OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been slapping my ass quite often,” you commented, taking a cotton pad and drenching it with micellar water. “Do you like it that much?”

“Can’t really blame me. You’ve got a cute ass,” Jay shrugged, reaching for the remote.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THE ASS SLAPPING SCENE DJAHSJDKASHAHAHAHA I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

At the same time, Jay spotted you from a distance, and he sent you another text as he smiled, keeping his eyes on you.

I GUSHED AND MELTED AND SCREAMED SO LOUD HAHA

“Guys,” she said, flipping her hair back to look at the rest of the group. “Jay’s auntie is here to pick him up.”

NO WONDER SHE'S AN EX-GF LMAO BYE BITCH

Jay moved to shield you from their stares and gave you a warm smile. “I’ve talked with them enough. I’d rather keep you company now. Two minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

S T A N D A R D <- DONT TALK TO ME IF U AINT JAY

“Baby?” Jay sat up, watching as you made your way to the kitchen.

BABY T_T im sitting back down

He moved closer to you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for him to kiss.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME?

“For the first part, you can say my parents raised me well,” Jay explained. He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. “And for the second part, I just watched a lot of porn and romance movies, to be honest.”

HAHAHDSHAJKDHAJKDHAJKS SHUT UP JAY IM WHEEZING

“I read a lot of smut,” you said, matter-of-factly.

THE EXPOSURE SADFGHJK BYE

“I’m gonna go shower, and if you’re still working by the time I’m done, I’m gonna get mad,” Jay said. He leaned in to kiss the top of your head before disappearing. You just smiled and continued to work.

ouuuuu so scary~

“Your hands can continue to be occupied,” Jay said, his hot breath tickling your thighs. “Please stroke my hair.”

BRUHHHHHHH omfg ofc jay anything for you!

“That’s sexy,” Jay commented. You just raised your eyebrows and nodded. “You’re sexy.”

THIS IS SENDING ME BYYYYYYYYYYYE I AM GONE NOW

“But wear the kimono again,” he requested. “It’s a great color on you.”

#TEAMFERAL

“You made me wait for sex for two days?!” Jay spat.

THE WAY I LAUGHED BECAUSE HIS ASSHAT DHJASKDHJASK HE DIDNT ASK EARLIER LMAO

The actual late-night snack can wait.

CRYING YELLING PUKING

NO BECAUSE I ALREADY FORGOT WHAT I WROTE HAHAHAHHA READING THIS MADE ME THINK A LOT LIKE what scene is this??? did this happen??? KAJHDSJKASHDSA

glad some parts are relatable! sometimes when I write I worry if the scene is too perfect or too good to be true but then comments like yours remind me that LIFE IS LIKE THAT sometimes

NOW GO DESTROY PART 9.5 BEFORE I RELEASE PART 10

#nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #fic: al caer la noche #from.genie

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