#and like in 15 minutes when I'm ready to be an adult again I'll get back to them

[phantomrose96]

I think we should have a turn of phrase for "I'm not in the right, but I AM annoyed with this situation, so I just need to go bitch to a friend about this before I suck it up and go do the right thing" because more and more I'm finding this is a critical element of functional adulthood.

#the person who's re-emailed me asking for help with something: yes I should get back to you. yes I will get back to you #but in the meantime I will look at the email like 'I am busy right now! I have deadlines! do not bother me about this unrelated thing!' #and like in 15 minutes when I'm ready to be an adult again I'll get back to them

[slasherfan29]

Birthday Tears (Bo Sinclair x Birthday!Reader)

Part 3 (Final part) (Bo and Reader are 27/28 YO)

A/N: This is the 3rd and final part of Borthday Tears. Let me know how you like this story and also feel free to request anything! P.S. I'm SO sorry this took so long!

Warnings: None but pure fluff

Summary: It's been a few years since the day the reader cried on their birthday. Now it's readers birthday once again and they're finally adults. Bo wants to propose to her as his biggest birthday present to her. But... when he does she starts crying, with happiness.

Part 1 Part 2

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Today was the day. It was your 28th birthday and Bo was gonna propose just like he promised himself a few years ago. He was planning something big yet small at the same time and his brothers were helping him. He somehow even got your best friends to help.

Bo was think of taking you to your guys' spot, which is a place next to a lake only he knew about even before killing people, and having a picnic. He would also like to have a campfire while there.

One of your friends was the one cooking, Another one was baking, The third one was out and about in the next towns over to keep you distracted, Vincent wrapped your gifts, Lester was with you and your friend. Bo, he was out at the lake decorating. He wanted it to be perfect.

When he was done he texted Lester to tell him to get you guys back to Ambrose.

He went up to your shared bedroom and got himself ready. He showered real quick then got dressed. He wore a jean jacket, a flannel, jeans, a pair of work boots, and his famous 'Sweet bird 69' hat.

He looked at himself one more time before looking at his phone and saw a text from Lester.

Les: We're almost home!

Bo: OK, just bring her back here so she can get ready. I'm gonna head out and finish getting the place ready.

Les: We'll be back in 5

Bo put his phone in his back pocket and grabbed a very special box and ran downstairs. The friends that were still there handed him a basket filled with food.

"Thank you so much for doing this, I really appreciate it" he thanked.

"Anything for our best friend and her future husband" one of them winked, playfully. The other nodding.

Bo walked out to his truck and put the basket in the passenger side. He looked at the sky and noticed that the temp isn't hot, but it's slightly cold. But that's OK. He hopped into his truck and drove off.

Not even 3 minutes later Lester pulled into the yard and parked. You and your best friend hopped out of his truck, grabbed your shopping bags and walked inside. Your friends greeted you and you walked upstairs to your room, only to find a note sticking to the door. You grabbed it and went inside. You dropped your bags, walk over to the bed, and sat down to read it.

'I'll be back soon to pick you up for the date, get cleaned up and ready, while I'm gone. Text me when you're ready. I love you ~ Bo ♡'

"Aww" you thought. You ran to the bathroom and got into the shower. When you were done you ran to your shared room and put on a new dark blue lingerie set you bought. You also put on a new pair of jeans and a black, cropped tank top, you threw on one of Bo's flannels, which was huge on you, and finally put on a pair of Converse. You sat down on the bed and texted him.

You: Hey baby I'm ready!

Baby: Alright baby girl I'll be there in about 15

You: ok! Can't wait to see you!

You sat in the kitchen waiting for Bo to pull up. While you waited you talked about stuff with Vincent, Lester, and your friends to kill some time. He finally pulled up and you walked outside. As soon as he saw you his jaw dropped. You opened the door and he whistled lowly. "Well look at you, there sexy girl". You climbed in and kissed him passionately, getting red lipgloss on him.

You guys drove off and talked about anything and everything. When you got there, you walked through the small maze to get to the lake spot. You gasped when you saw what he did.

The spott was somewhat cleaned up and there were fairy lights hanging everywhere. There was a small area with a blanket with food on it and a small firepit built. He took one of your hands that was covering you mouth and kissed it.

"Ya like it?" Bo asked, eyes full of hope. "Oh my God Bo! I fuckin love it!" You shouted. "I thought you would." He grinned.

You kissed him and walked over to sit on the blanket. Bo rushed over to the blanket and patted his lap after he sat down. You happily went and sat down on him. He grinned and put his chin on your shoulder as you both began eating. There were sandwiches, fruit, and a few bottles of beer.

A while after you guys ate and sat there cuddling. Bo patted your thigh to get you to stand up. He finally kneels on one knee and pulled out a small, important box that just so happened to hold a ring. You put your hands on your mouth.

"Now I ain't one for sappy shit but, you've been the best thing in my life. You've been my safe space since I met you all those years ago in 1st grade. You've tolerated me for years. You're the light to my darkness. I love you so damn much. So Y/F/N (your full name), will you marry me?"

You stood there crying, your mascara running down your face. You finally gave him an answer he was waiting for. "Yes!" He sighed out of relief and put the ring on your finger. You flung your arms around him making him fall backwards. You both wore grins on your faces. Little do you know that he asked Vincent to get pictures of the proposal.

Vincent eventually came out of the bushes. Along with Lester and your friends. You all gave hugs before heading home.

As you were cuddled up with Bo, you were admiring the ring. He looked over at you and smiled "I love you baby" "I love you too baby boy!" And with that you both fall asleep soon to get married.

#bo sinclair #house of wax #slasher #slasher boyfriend #slasher x reader #bo sinclair x reader

[kazimakuwabara]

macaroni + yu yu hakusho

Ah, Thank you, a distraction. Though strangely WAP is the first thing that came to mind.

***

Atsuko reads the back of the box of Kraft mac and cheese, over and over. She hung over to hell, and Yusuke woke her up and held it out for her with a quiet stubborn pout. She regarded him guilty. Why can't she be better? Why is being a mother so hard for her? Animals do it after a couple of years, why was she failing at twenty?

She reads it again, and is embarrassed how stumbles through. If she was a little bit more under control, if she could stop drinking, maybe she'd remember to have dinner ready on time. Yusuke is five, and can wash his face and get dressed without her, and he shouldn't have to do that. He shouldn't know how bad she is at this.

She has to get better at this.

It takes longer than the recommended 15 minutes to get the macaroni done, but she piled it high on a plate and sets it in front of her son, who scoops a too large bite in his mouth. After he burns the roof of his mouth and forces down a swallow, he smiles big at her, "Mama! It's good!"

He scoops up a glob and holds it out for her.

Atsuko takes a bite, and smiles.

She'll get better at this. She's got to get better at this.

***

Kuwabara holds his hands down below his belly, tears rolling down his cheeks as Shizuru throws a kitchen towel and plant into the sink. While trying to make himself something to eat, he'd caught hand towel on fire, which in turn got a long drooping green plant.

"Why didn't you get me?" The preteen laments, cupping her brother's face, "I would have made you something!"

Kuwabara sucks in his lower lip, and Shizuru uses the edge of her shirt to wipe the fat tears.

"Kazuma, I'm not mad! You could have gotten hurt!"

"...I wanted to make you dinner. You make it for me..." Kuwabara finally muttered.

Shizuru smiles, and pulls him to her, "Pasta's too big a job for you right now." She hugs him and looks at the door of the apartment, slightly ajar from when their father had left hours ago. Shizuru closes her eyes tight, and releases Kuwabara to go shut it, and properly lock it. He's left it ajar before, and he won't stop forgetting to close it no matter how much Shizuru yells.

Shizuru's heard when you get a period you become an adult. She doesn't have it yet, but when she does, she's kicking their dad out. She and her brother won't need him, as soon as she's grown.

Shizuru returns back to Kazuma, and takes his hand, tugging him gently to the pantry. She pulls out a cup noodle ramen, and grins down at him, "Let me show you how to do this one. You're big enough now for the microwave. I'll make this one for you, and then you can make the next one for me."

The little boy smiles big at her, and Shizuru promises herself it's okay.

***

Kurama watches Shiori putter around the kitchen. She has been working on something for a little while now. She'd made a dough the previous night, and was cutting it an angle with a sharp knife. The fox in him itched.

"What are you doing, mother?"

Shiori paused and turned to look back at Kurama. She smiled big and wide, her thin eyes practically disappearing in her face, "A cheesy noodle dish Shuichi. You'll really like it!"

"Doesn't that come in a box?" Kurama asked. The easy to make concoction was in the pantry, and he'd been planning to take it with him when he left. Easy to make food for the road until he was able to get back into his full form.

Shiori grinned, "This is better than the box!"

He snorted, and pretended to get invested back in coloring the book she'd bought for him. He was trying to get his fat stubby hands used to drawing inside the lines, a stupidly difficult task. An hour later when lunch was served, the showcase of their meal seemed to be long cheesy noodles.

Kurama looked at Shiori, who was waiting for him to take a bite.

Placating her, he took a bite.

His eyebrows arched with surprised pleasure.

"Good?" Shiori prompted.

Kurama snorted, "It's alright."

Shiori giggled, set her chin in her hands and watched Kurama eat. She was so strange.

***

Hiei squinted at a bowl of goo plopped in front of him. He looked up at Kuwabara with an angry scowl, who blinked at the hostility.

"What?"

"What is this?" Hiei sniffed, wringling his nose.

"Macaroni!" Kuwabara sighed, putting a bowl in front of Yusuke too.

Kuwabara shrugged, "It's not so great, its box stuff... but it's late, and we got another long day tomorrow. So... eat up."

Yusuke seemed far more appreciative of the meal, and was already eating. Kurama accepted the bowl, and with delight added, "My mother has a homemade recipe for this, you all need to try it. It's very good!"

"Ah, that sounds awesome!" Yusuke crowed. Mouth still full, he glanced at Hiei, and then smiled, chimpmunking his food in his cheek, "It's really fine. Eat up."

Hiei waited until everyone was eating, his eye glaring at Kuwabara who served himself last. Kuwabara blew on his spoon and took a bite, only then noticing Hiei's hard glare.

Kuwabara rolled his eyes, "If Kurama is eating it, you'll be fine. Try it , shorty. You might even like it."

Hiei snorted, and took an aggressive bite, intending to spit it out when it didn't meet his expectations. He chewed, paused, chewed some more, and then swallowed.

Three sets of eyes were watching him.

"Well?" Yusuke asked grinning, but eyeing Hiei's portion. Yusuke's plate was already empty.

Hiei took another bite, "It'll serve, since it is so late, and we do need to eat to restore our reserves."

The other three smiled, Kuwabara getting up to serve Yusuke another portion, now more than big enough to use the stove.

#Kazi fanfic #yyh #yu yu hakusho #kuwabara #yusuke #hiei #kurama #angst #frienship #who wants to get sad about pasta?

[glittertrail]

hi there sandra!!! i hope you're having a great day!! ready for some questions? do you believe in making wishes on things/superstitions (etc 11:11, wishing on a dandelion, wishing stones?) if you do, which ones do you do/notice? was it a conscious choice to start believing in these things? if not, would you ever consider choosing to believe in them? either way, which superstitions are your favorite?

hi darling! I'm just finishing work so i am grand lmao ready to make plans and see people (and if nobody responds in the next 15 minutes, I'm ready to hibernate lmao) i went on a bit of a tangent so I'll put this under a read more 😊

i believe that any excuse/time is a good excuse/time to do/change anything you want and i believe that people that wish for stuff hard enough (and are stubborn enough) will get their wish so in a way, yeah, i guess i do lol but like, for the human factor not really the supernatural factor, i like to think of myself as superstition agnostic lol i knock wood when i say i hope something bad doesn't happen, i don't step under ladders but i won't go out of my way to like.. avoid cracks in the pavement

my favorite superstition is that in my home country (the seaside part of it) it's considered bad luck to take things from the sea, like seashells, bc the sea will come collect and you don't want to anger her (old way to say be careful at sea and all that), and it is my favorite, specifically, because my aunt is a little shit. I was told not to take seashells when i was 5yo bc it'd bring bad luck and naturally 5yo me said lol bet and took them anyway. So my aunt staged a blackout in the house and that suddenly oh wow we have no water whops i wonder what could be the reason

the problem w that logic is that 5yo me thought she had low key magic powers so she snuck out and took her even younger brother and cousins into an arduous quest to get rid of the seashells (in a park a couple of blocks away from the house) and naturally terrified all of the adults to hell and back bc of that lol bc imagine constantly having a small army of toddlers constantly babbling around and suddenly they all go quiet and you don't know anything about them for the two or so hours we were out, but yeah, it succeeded tho, to this day i do not fuck w seashells (and after that nobody tried to lie to me to teach me lessons ever again agsjsgsi)

#replies #thecollectionsof

[phenomenal1500]

Toxic Love | Erik Killmonger

Chapter 4: ~Little Minx~

For Chapter 3: ~Never Listen To Demons~ click here.

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"Only if you~ fuck~ make me remember the next time we fuck."

"Promised." He hummed in her ear and she finally let go, cumming all over his fingers as she turned weak in his arms.

~~~

Her eyes closed lazily after her orgasm finally calmed down and the demon forced his fingers deep into her mouth, forcing her to suck them clean while he very carefully laid her down on the cold bathroom tiles. "Go to sleep, ma. You need it." He whispered into her ear and she slowly drifted off to sleep the way she had done the night before.

He didn't want her to die so soon.

When the woman woke up again, she didn't see the man anywhere anymore, nor did she hear one of her maids call her for breakfast while she tried to get up from the stone cold floor. Her head was throbbing and her ears were pounding while she pushed herself to her feet. She felt like she had a terrible hangover.

"Ms Delcour!" A woman called out again and made herself ready to get inside to see if she was okay, but Delaney was quick enough and right on time to keep her outside of her bedroom.

"I heard you! I'm sorry I didn't react sooner, but I'll be there in 15 minutes!" She yelled back and ran her hand down her face, relieved she reacted just in time. How long had she been dreaming?

'Dreaming.... no, it wasn't a dream', she reminded herself as she looked at the bruises, 'It was real. He was real'.

She watched herself closely in the huge mirror in front of her. Oh how disgusted she felt with herself. Disobeying her father and making deals with a man, a thing she didn't even know existed and all that in one day.... what happened to her? Did she finally want to break free from her controlling and overprotective father? Was this the moment she finally realised she was an adult and had her own fucking life that only she could control?

She had no idea.

Never had she felt this lost and confused, this far away from herself.

Don't worry about it ma~ you're still the same little minx, just gotta figure out how to finally live a little and I'm gonna help with that so stop stressing. Your little heart can't take it right now. You're too weak.

"But I did some bad shit and my father is pissed as hell.... I can't face him a second time without having my thoughts in order." She whispered, hoping he somehow could hear her while she was fixing her curls and he clearly could.

He was reading her mind, her body, her soul.

She was his.

So? You're an adult girl, show him ya got your own plans. You're not a fancy prisoner anymore.

"Why are you helping me?" She put on some lazy lingerie and some simple sweats and a crop top before she walked out like she was told.

You deserve a life too.

All she did was hum to his words, but inside she melted. No one ever talked to her like that.... like she was a person instead of a valuable object that had to be protected at all times. The man made her feel alive even though that was perhaps his little game to get her wrapped around his fingers and addicted to him, but she couldn't care less. She couldn't care less he was perhaps killing her, that he just wanted sex and her soul, she felt hopeful for an own life for once.

"Get your food and disappear upstairs again." Her father hissed as he was reading the newspapers and she watched him with a respectful yet sassy expression, showing him she wasn't backing off.

"No, I'm not a little girl anymore." She grabbed her plate and sat down. "And we need to talk, dad."

"I don't want to talk right now." He licked his index finger and thumb and turned the page.

"Because I'm being disobedient for once? Because I figured out I'm an adult and my own person?" She scoffed and began eating her bacon.

There you go, princess.

"Because you didn't listen to me yesterday." He finally looked up and to her surprise seemed more calm than earlier that morning. "Delaney, I already lost your mother because of her recklessness and stubbornness, I can't lose you either."

He won't, ma. You got me who'll take care of you and if you die~ it's because of me, no one else.

"You won't." She repeated, ignoring the rest the man was saying to her. "I'm careful and I am staying out of your business for a reason. Everyone knows I don't know shit about the family business so they'll leave me alone."

"What if they decide they want to change the rules? Involve our kids? You won't be safe then." He laid down his newspaper and got up to sit next to her at the bar.

"You're overthinking things. I'm an adult, I know how to defend myself and I know how to shoot when needed, you know that." She mumbled while covering her mouth that was full of food.

"I know...."

"Give me some freedom, dad. I promise I'll still stick to some rules, but I want to go out without bodyguards sometimes too, make some friends."

"I.... okay.... perhaps you're right, but you still have to stay in the regions I approve of on our local map, alright?" Her father grabbed his phone and showed her the local map that was split into different territories that belonged to different families.

"Good enough, I can stick to that rule." She smiled a little and grabbed a bottle of water.

"Don't come close to the Murphy's territory and neither the Siegel's."

"Yes dad, I know who I need to avoid." She nodded and continued eating her breakfast after she sat down again.

"Good." He got up and grabbed his suitcase. "Oh, and please come home before 2 AM, we're getting new guards tonight and they don't recognize you yet."

"Okay cool." She nodded and waved at her father that left the kitchen with his suitcase.

Messages:

Reyna- Wanna go shopping today? Or are your father and your bodyguards too mad to let you go?

Delaney watched her phone light up and she grabbed it from the marble counter, checking what it said before sending something back quickly.

Delaney- Nah girl, I can go~ without my bodyguards.

Reyna- What?!

Delaney- You heard me. Time Square, 2 PM?

Reyna- Hell yeah! See ya girl.

"You better go look for some lingerie too~" The man casually appeared behind her again and reached around her body to grab a red apple.

#erik killmonger x oc #erik killmonger #erik stevens #king n’jadaka #incubus!erik #toxic love #black panther #marvel #Delaney delcour #maffia

[wouldnt-it-be-hilarious-if-i]

1 am thoughts

currently listening to: never grow up by taylor swift

i'm sitting in my room for the last(ish) time before i start my last first day of undergrad, and i just got full on body slammed into a heart wrenching sob session while listening to this fucking song that broke my heart when it first came out when i was like fourteen, and hurts worse now that i truly understand it.

"Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home Remember the footsteps, remember the words said And all your little brother's favorite songs I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone."

the truth is that i was a military kid who never put down roots anywhere in her life before the age of eighteen. pieces and fragments and memories of the little girl and moody teenager and immature young adult that i was (and still am) exist all over the country.

i have a singular photo of one childhood room that i had as a four year old living in watertown, ny just a stones throw away from the canadian border.

i have selfies of myself from nine year old me in front of my god-awful cotton candy pink and blue walls from when we lived in oahu, hawaii.

i have memories of the bedroom i had in south carolina with all the flowers on the windowsill and my giant care bear collection that took up my entire room and my bright pink princess tv and the closet i'd read until the wee hours of the night inside of

i have memories of the wall of posters i had in my 7th grade bedroom where i cried to paramore nightly and never slept

the bed where i had my first kiss with a girl whose skin was so fucking pale it was illuminated in the moonlight and made her look like an angel

and i can't forget the bunkbed era in my third house in georgia where my niece and i developed a pully system to send secret encoded messages back and forth to each other in the middle of the night, or the big window in my high school bedroom where i used to watch the neighborhood and sometimes stand naked in front of the window in the middle of the night because i knew people couldn't see inside, and even if they could, they probably wouldn't be believed if they said something or would be considered pervy for watching a 15 year old "undressing" in her bedroom

all of these pieces of me exist in the houses that raised me and the people who knew me

and yet they are not roots quite like this house that drives me so insane everytime i come home to it

they don't pull at my heart the way this house does. the way my pretty blue room with the orange and yellow themes and butterflies on the walls and flowers in every corner

i'm realizing right now that i may never experience coming home to one of the houses that truly built me ever again after my senior year. my childhood dogs will not always be around (one is already gone). my best friend won't always be forty minutes away. and my mom won't always be here to throw things at my door when i wake her up in the morning

and that's a different type of hurt

it's a different type of hurt from the first time you leave home because it's real now. it's so real. you make plans to leave the country and not come back for a few years, and it occurs to you that you are going to be a real adult with a job and bills, studying in a university that predates your fucking country, and it all becomes so scary in both the most heart wrenching but exciting way possible.

it's a different type of hurt because i'm ready for it this time. i'm not sure what to expect from this year. i'm not sure what to expect from my mid-twenties. i'm not even sure what to expect from being two years out from having a fully developed adult brain.

but i'm ready and im okay with that fear i feel.

it's all scary and it's all so hard. and yet i feel so much more prepared than i ever have before, despite knowing i'll never really be prepared for a single thing in my freaking life. my life is full of curveballs that fucking look down at the earth and go, "yeah, idk her but fuck her in particular."

god, who knew 23 was gonna be such a big year for me? it's only just started (and more than half of the lessons i learned were when i was 22 lmao) and i've already learned so much

i'm so different from how i was in january, and yet so similar to how i was at fourteen. crying over the same songs, regularly writing in a diary again for the first time since i was seventeen, unlearning the lessons i had force myself to learn to survive, reconsidering weather or not i've outgrown my dolls (i return to this every five years or so), wondering what im really going to do for the rest of my life

i've grown so much in my understanding of who i am and what i stand for. in being okay with not knowing everything and admitting when im wrong and letting things be well with my soul and not caring so much when the effort i put in isn't returned.

things are going to move really fast now, and i deserve a moment to stand back and applaud the universe and the little brooklyn that carried me here.

what a production the show has been so far, right?

i can't wait for the third act to start. but while i wait, i think i'll stick around here for a bit and cry some more.

i don't have to really move on until im good and ready.

#personal post

[raggaraddy]

Say Please

Summary: When he's not giving you the attention you want, purposefully trying to provoke Taehyung might not be the smartest idea.

Trigger Warnings: Smut, spanking, BDSM themes, D/s themes.

Taehyung

Yandere! Taehyung Dom! Taehyung

You're not a child. You don't demand attention. You don't pout. You don't throw tantrums. You're an adult and a mature one at that. If you want your Dom's attention, if you're frustrated because he has been working so much this week, you know the best thing is to sit him down and tell him. Explain that you miss him and that you would like for him to make just a little more time for you.

At least, that's how it worked in your previous relationships.

But unfortunately, Taehyung doesn't accept that type of approach. You know what he thinks; that you should be waiting on him. That you should be patient and ready for him when he is available. And while you completely respect and understand how demanding his job is, you honestly hate having to take second place to every meeting, every phone call, every single little thing related to his work.

The only time you ever seem to get his undivided attention recently is when you do something bad. And then he puts everything aside to remind you of your place.

Sitting at the dining table, you're waiting for permission to eat. Permission you're not sure is coming. With one hand on his laptop, the other on his fork, Taehyung seems to have forgotten you're sitting with him. He has been giving the same kind of obsessive focus to his computer all day, and it's driving you mad.

"Go ahead," he finally says several minutes later, not looking up.

"Thank you, Sir." You mumble from the side of your face. Not really hungry for the now cold dinner that you made.

"How much," the words disappear in a whisper. You couldn't think of a way to phrase the question without seeming demanding, so you give up on requesting an estimated time that he'll be finished.

But after 15 minutes more of pushing your food around your plate, you're bored and frustrated. You're aching for any kind of attention at this point.

You stand, collecting your glass and plate. You know you're supposed to ask for consent before you leave the table, but you intentionally don't.

Although, your disobedience goes unnoticed by the distracted Taehyung. He only nudges his empty plate towards you. "This one too," he grunts while in the middle of typing.

Fine. If he isn't going to even notice you aren't following your rules, you'll give him something he will notice.

"Say 'please'." you retort snarkily.

He stops cold. It takes a second for Taehyung to realize that what he heard is what you said. Looking up at you his brows are furrowed, certain he must have misheard you. "What?" he questions, giving you the opportunity to correct your smart-ass challenge.

"If you want me to take your plate, say 'please'." You double down, focusing hard to stop your face from slipping. Either into a smirk or into a nervous laugh.

"Ah," he clicks his tongue. His eyes narrow a little, sitting straight he leans back in his chair. "You must really want my attention." Staring at you up and down, he can see your attitude on full display. Your hip jutted out, head tilted to the side like you're actually waiting for him to follow your demand. "Are you sure this is the way you want to get it?"

His question and firm tone makes you hesitate and think for a moment. But you've already played your card, so you're not going to back out now. Not when this is the longest he's talked to you all day.

"I'm just telling you to use manners." You shrug, your stomach filling with a tension that is somewhere between giddy and anxious. You can't remember the last time you were this intentional cheeky.

Pursuing his lips he nods slightly to himself. "Okay, little girl." He leans forward, closing his laptop. "Please," he sarcastically stresses the word pushing the plate in your direction, "take these dishes and put them in the kitchen." He orders through a restrained smile. "Then get your ass back here and I'll give you all the attention you need."

Your stomach flutters. Nearly skipping you hurry to the kitchen and back, fighting to hide a smile. You know you're in so much trouble, but god you're excited.

You come back to the dining room and Taehyung has cleared the chairs and decorations from the dining table. He calls you to him with a gesture.

Silently, slowly and gently he starts to remove your clothes. First your shirt, then your bra. Then your skirt and underwear in one. He leans you over the head of the table, pushing on your back until you are bent over flat.

He leaves for a moment, not needing to tell you to stay, you know better than to move.

Returning, he crawls under the table, working a length of rope around your wrists, tying them together. The restraint is tight underneath keeping you held flat on your stomach. Next, he moves to your ankles binding each one to the legs of the table. He pulls it so firmly that you need to lean further forward to stop yourself from falling off balance. By the time he is done, you are stuck with your legs and arms spread. Eager and anticipating, but completely helpless.

Swiftly, his open palm comes down on your ass. The sensation right away shoots tingles around your thighs and to your core. You let out a delighted giggle, for the first time in days getting exactly what you want.

Again and again Taehyungs large hand spanks you. Paired with the rub of the ropes, the excitement of being naked and exposed, and the way he gropes his hands down your butt and thighs between each strike, you are overflowing, nearly moaning. You're eyes watering with how good and needy you feel.

"Do you like this baby girl?" he asks. His deep rumbling voice flowing through you, only worsening your arousal.

"Yes," you whine. At this moment, part of you is wishing for him to just hurry up fuck you, and the rest of you is not wanting him to stop smacking you just yet.

"I know you do." he snakes his hand between your thighs. Your head jerks back in reaction, yelping at the sudden touch. Crying out as his fingers rub and stroke your dripping opening. "Do you think you deserve to feel good y/n? Do you think trying to aggravate me should be rewarded? Hmm?"

You can't think of what to say. You don't want to say anything right or wrong and risk him stopping.

His fingers come away and you can't help but whimper, nearly begging him to keep going.

Suddenly another smack follows. One that isn't like the previous. This one rocks you forward. And it's not done with his hand. You can right away tell what it is. From the sound, the way it stung. It's his wooden paddle. As hard and as unforgiving as it ever was.

You know this paddle too well. It's so hard and solid. It leaves massive bruises and welts and hurts so damn much. It's something Taehyung brings out when he wants to leave an impression that lasts weeks.

Moments ago you wanted him to play with you so badly, but right now you're regretting your decision to be disrespectful just a little.

Taehyung spanks you again, the hollowing thud not fully doing justice to the heavy blunt throb that accompanies it. He falls into a rhythm beating your ass with the paddle over and over. Alternating between left and right, but striking the same places.

No matter how you struggle against the rope you can't get any leeway. In a meagre attempt at relief, you would normally kick your legs or pound your fists, but this time you can't even do that.

Your ass is on fire. Too quickly it hurts too much and you start to cry. Shrieking with every hit.

"Sir-sir," you call back, too out of breath to make a full plea. However, to your momentary reprieve, he finally gives you a break. Setting down the paddle next to you. He circles the table and your despair flares up again. He is coming to you with a ball gag.

Your eyes go wide as you realize that despite the pain already being tremendous and you closing in on your limit to it being truely unbearable, he's only getting started.

"Too loud," he smirks, forcing the gag between your lips. He pulls the strap firmly catching a few stray hairs in the buckle.

He goes out of your sight again, picking up the plank. He brings it over your abused skin and your body begins to heavily cry in response. Your sobs coming out muffled as he swats you over and over. In spite of the attempt, you can't move your tongue or your mouth wide enough to speak or cry out through the gag.

Your ass is throbbing. The skin is hot and raw, and the muscles are deeply bruised. This crossed the line from fun to a proper punishment a dozen hits ago.

Chuckling behind you, Taehyung can see the gag working exactly as he wanted. "If you want me to stop little girl, just say 'please'."

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[sable-myers]

I'm not that experienced with the wider world of horror movies? So if you would be willing to give me some good like... starter movies that people should watch before they get into the gorier bloodier stuff that would be awesome. I'm not sure how much it will help, but I saw Last Night in Soho when it came out and I really liked it!

As for what I'm not willing to watch, nothing relating to bullying? And nothing that relies too much on jumpscares. I'm not ready for that yet lmao

Thanks for doing this btw!! i want to get out of my comfort zone and actually try watching some horror flicks

Ok so some horror classics that aren't that gorey and don't go nuts on the jumpscares.

I'll also try to get you one from each of the big horror subgenres! Slasher, sci-fi, supernatural/ghost, and psychological

Well, my number one beginner recommendation would be...

Yea, wow, no surprise that I'd recommend that one I know. But! Despite being in the slasher genre, the original 1978 Halloween barely has any gore at all, like seriously, less than your average modern PG-13 movie, and also its really only got one jumpscare and its not that bad. It does have one scene involving bullying, but its only a few seconds long, the bullied kid makes it out ok, and it then it moves right along and doesn't come up again. I can even tell you when it is if you want. And then of course this is a horror classic! You can expect it to come up in pretty much any conversation about the evolution of horror so its a good one to have seen. Its also very good! I know I'm biased, but its a classic for good reason. The tension building, the uneasy feeling of being watched and followed, the creeping feeling of danger lurking in what should be the safest of places, it nails it all.

My next recommendation would be...

This movie has one fairly gory scene, but also its an old movie so it looks pretty fake. Beyond that, no bullying that I can remember, and it relies much more on atmosphere than it does jumpscares. Its a classic, and for good reason! Most Alien movies are critically cheesy but this one isn't about abductions or little green guys in flying saucers, its the real horror of encountering another planet's apex predator and having no idea how to handle it.

So for supernatural horror this is a little tricky because most of these that I've seen rely pretty heavily on jumpscares, but I think maybe you'd be good with...

This one does have one VERY bad jumpscare but its only one and its in the first 15 minutes of the movie and then you're safe after that. This was one of my first horror movies! Its very unsettling with minimal gore. I don't remember there being any bullying in this one since its mostly following adults. If the boat scene from Willy Wonka freaked you out this is like a whole movie of that but also if you watch it you die instead of getting candy.

And as for our psychological horror...

This one isn't super psychological but y'know, it's close. Its also one of my favorite movies of all time, and another one of the first horror movies I ever watched. I think about it every time I'm stuck indoors for too long and if you watch it you'll see why lmao. If you want something more explicitly psychological there's also the movie I'm Thinking Of Ending Things, but uhhhh..... that movie is the only horror movie that has ever left me thoroughly upset and disturbed for hours after. I won't say I didn't like it, because it was good, but I would never watch it again. But it doesn't have any jumpscares, much gore, or any bullying so you might still enjoy it, it's just emotionally distressing.

[toomanyfandoms02]

Thoughts - Part 2 // Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

If you haven't read part one, I heavily suggest you do it you might be confused! (Since I don't have a computer and can't link it, if you look up soulmate in my search tab, it shows up :))

Summary - Reader finds her soulmate and it's none other than Matthew Gray Gubler. They look through their past and dig up things about their first soulmate thoughts.

Word Count - 1.4k

I'm leaving this part in Readers POV this time :)

PS I gave you a random birthday to make things easier.

After enthusiastically watching a good chunk of filming on set, it was time for everything to shut down and my class to leave.

"Excuse me! Professor!" I heard a voice shout to my Cinematography Professor. He whipped around and looked to Matthew.

"Would you mind if I stole one of your students? I can take her home, unless she needs to go back to the school on the bus." My face felt hot as Mr. Loughty furrowed his eyebrows at him, clearly suspicious of his actions.

"I feel that would be inappropriate." I watched as a wave of realization washed over Matthew's face, he shook his hands at him.

"No no! I just, we just." He looked to me slightly for help.

"We just found out we were soulmates." I scratched the side of my neck, looking at Loughty. His eyes widened and he smiled.

A rare occurence for him.

"Well aren't you just the luckiest gal!" He patted my back, causing me to stumble forward a bit. "Sorry for overreacting, go ahead. I'll sign you off the bus." He waved and shooed away the rest of the students, who were now gawking at me after overhearing who my soulmate was. I couldn't blame them.

I mean *look* at him.

And that's exactly what I was doing, we both were. Very caught up in the moment.

"Is it okay that I'm taking you home?" His face held so much concern, as if I would be suspicious or afraid of my literal soulmate.

"Yes!" I said, possibly with a little too much enthusiasm. His smile gree as he grabbed his keys from a nearby table.

"Alright then, let's go!" Matthew led me to his car, opening the passenger door for me. "M'lady." His large hands gestured into the car.

*I already like this man.*

"I can tell I like you too." He said with a smirk. My face was definitely beet red by now, I did not intend for him to hear that.

"I'm gonna have to get use to you being able to hear everything I think about." I snickered. He jogged to the driver's side, slipping in and putting the key in ignition. "First and foremost, I have a question for you." I had wanted to ask him this question since I was 18, I just didn't know who to ask. "What were you doing at 1:19 pm, June 22nd, 2002." Matthew's head slowly turned to me, eyes widening with every passing second.

"No way." His head shook at a slow pace. "No *fucking* way." There was a hint of laughter behind his words. I just looked at him with a puzzled look.

*Matthew walked down the street, on his way to his current apartment. There was a slight bounce in his step, considering how his life was falling together lately. He had just graduated from college, and was now looking into places to audition. He was proud of himself.*

*Just as he was zoning back in from thought, a man had stopped in front of him, looking him up and down.*

*"Have you ever considered modeling?" Matthew's eyebrows furrowed together in a wicked scrunch of the face.*

*"Excuse me?" Matthew looked down at his watch, remembering that you couldn't tell time in a dream, he was making sure this was an actual interaction that was taking place.*

*"1:19." He said aloud, making the other man tilt his head. The gears in his head were turning a 100 miles a minute. "No, I've never considered modelling, why?"*

*"You have impeccable facial structure for it." His pointer finger circled around his face, quickly shooting out, implying a handshake. "I'm a modelling scout." Matthew cautiously shook his hand, a card being slipped into it. "Please call me if you want to reconsider."*

*Then he was fone, as if the whole conversation never happened.*

"You've got to be *kidding* me right?!" I laughed, covering my mouth to hide the massive grin I could feel forming. "And all you could think was 'What the fuck?!'" In the past, I had held a slight grudge for the migraine that thought had given me, but now it was quite the story.

"*That's* the first thought you got from me?" His eyebrows shot up, hands coming to his mouth. "I'm so sorry!" He chuckled, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I'm gonna be totally honest." I tried to compose myself from all of the laughter. "It hurt like a bitch. I was all like 'Awe! What if it's something cute! Maybe he's thinking about *me*?' But no! You happened to be shouting profanities in your *mind* while I was becoming an adult." This brought on another wave of laughter, a laugh I was definitely excited to get use to. After the giggles had died down, he turned to me with a wide grin.

"Do you wanna know what my first soulmate thought was?" I nodded excitedly, resting my head on the headrest as we were now sitting sideways in his car.

"Wait! Before we start, do you wanna sit in the back? Might be more comfortable there." My thumb jabbed to the backseat while his smile clearly grew.

"Absolutley." We both hopped into the back, getting situated. "Okay, it was March 9th, 1998, 4:15 pm. I was a senior in highschool, and I had just gotten home from school. I was walking up to my front door when I heard it." He told the story like it was folklore, his arms gesturing every which way. "I heard 'I told his dumbass that I was gonna win, silly old man.' Which took me off guard." I had never seen someone smile so wide. I dug through my thoughts, trying to remember where I was in March when I was 14. Then I remembered.

"Holy shit! I know what was going on!"

*Y/n sat, shaking her head at her head at her old man.*

*"Dad, there's no way you would win in a race to me! For so many reasons." His eyes rolled at the childs words.*

*"I think your just a wimp!" He stated, crossing his arms at her.*

*"Oh it's on old man!" She stood from her previous seated position with haste. "From here to the big oak tree." Her small hands pointed at the giant tree across the yard. He nodded with confirmation.*

*"Ready. Set. Go." And they were off, this was short lived though. Because a few short strides in, her father was on the ground, holding onto his knee. She was jumping for joy at the tree, doing a victory dance.*

"It turned out that he had blown out his knee." I made a painful expression, counteracting the laugh that was escaping from my lips.

"I love that instead of immediately helping him, you just, thought about I told you so." His head shook, laughing again. Changing the mood a bit, I grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I'm so glad I met you, finally." My thumb rubbed over his. Matthews hands were extremely warm, a contrast to my constantly freezing ones. "You are everything I thought you would be and more." His eyes were bright with wonder, peering into mine.

"I don't know how I got so lucky." It wasn't something I was expecting to hear. It's not like I was anything incredibly special.

"You got lucky?!" I chuckled, you're literally all I've ever wanted in a guy. You like the holidays, from what I've heard. You're funny, and you have *impeccable* facial structure." I giggled, my hand tracing his cheekbones lightly. His eyes narrowed at me, leaning forward slightly.

"Is it too soon for me to ask if I can kiss you?"

"Probably." I grabbed his face, pulling it to mine quickly. His lips tasted like fruit, more like fruit roll ups. I could feel his mouth curl into a smile during the kiss, followed by me doing the same. We parted, foreheads touching.

"You ever had an eskimo kiss?" I could just barely see the twinge of confusion in his eyes. I leaned my nose onto his, rubbing it back and forth with a smile. I could hear the whisper of a laugh as he did it back.

"I can already tell you're the best thing that will ever happen to me." He mumbled.

*Me too.*

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[pixie88]

Delilah

Chapter 1 - Alone - Third A&E Series.

A/N: I originally posted this on a side blog but I was having trouble switching between the two and I also didn’t want to start again. As I said there this A&E series is a lot more darker, hitting RL subjects I have been through myself please don’t judge me as you can’t make me feel an worse than I have made myself in the past. The stigma around these subjects are real and so many people don’t speak out about them. Friends and family don’t even know the secrets I will reveal in these chapters as I am ashamed and worry about what they will think. I hope this helps even just one person realise they aren’t alone. I hope you like it 😘

I’m not going to annoy people with re-tags, so I’m not tagging in these first two chapters as most my usual tags have read it.

Find previous chapters HERE under Together - Adam & Ellie.

Word count: 1905

WARNINGS: ⚠️ Angst & adult language.

Pairings: Adam x Ellie.

Enjoy!

A Year and a half after the last chapter of A&E Together.

"She's beautiful, Ellie! A girl! We have a little girl," she looks over to him feeding their daughter. All the panic and worry was worth it! She thought to herself as she's getting stitched up.

16 week's earlier.

This pregnancy had been harder on her than Charlie's, her morning sickness had carried on until 24 weeks, she was in pain with her hips and back. Adam made her give up work at 32 weeks. She was reluctant, but knew he was right, plus at home, she could do more research on shops for sale in London.

By the time she had hit 36 weeks she had found the perfect shop, they had a cheeky weekend away in London to view the property while Ellie's mum had Charlie for them. Being heavily pregnant they didn't do much sight seeing, but they did spent a lot of time tangled beneath the sheets in the hotel room. This would probably be the last time in a long time they would have time alone, so they wanted to make the most of it. 

When they arrived back home Ellie had to sort out the internal and external work. She had put in an offer and was in the proceeds of owning the new shop being, so close to the end of her pregnancy Adam took over all the dealings of the new shop not wanting his wife stressed. 40 weeks Ellie woke on her due date irritated and fed up with being pregnant their little lady showed no signs of wanting to come out.

That afternoon Ellie was in the bathroom when she thought her water had broken, looking down at the floor, she was expecting to see clear waters but instead she saw crimson red puddles of blood. She calls out to Adam who was downstairs soon rushed up to his panicked wife. Shock grew on his face as he saw what had her so panicky. He quickly regained his composure, trying not to worry his heavily pregnant wife.

Adam quickly called her midwife who told them to head to the hospital after dropping Charlie at Elaine's door. He helped an hysterical Ellie into the car. On the way her contractions started they were very close together so when they arrived, he practically had to bridal carry her out to the car with her bag to the labour ward where they handed him a wheel chair. Once in the delivery suite and after a few puffs of gas and air Ellie start to calm down she was so mellow that she wasn't even bothered when the doctor took a sample of her blood, she usually hated blood tests but the gas and air had worked its magic.

When the doctor came in Ellie was completely out of it. Between contractions, she was drifting, those few seconds between each one felt like heaven "Sorry, did you say your name is Doctor Curry? I bet you had the korma taken out of you at school!" she laughs at her own joke, then apologizes when she realised what she had said "Don't worry, I know it's the gas and air talking believe me, I've had worse. We are just going to listen to baby and see how they are! OK?" She nods.

After 10 minutes whooshing the doctor and midwife didn't look very happy with the result "What's wrong?" She asked him. He had that look all doctor have when they're about to tell you bad news "You baby's heart beat keeps dipping" tears started forming in her eyes "Dipping? What do you mean?" He hands her a tissue "Mrs Barlow, we want to deliver your baby as safely as possible and with the fluctuations of their heart beat you have an hour to deliver this baby, or we will have to take you down to theatre for an emergency c-section" her heart sank "But how am I going to have a baby in less than an hour? She just said I'm only 3 centimetres" She looks up at Adam, he's calm which soothe her.

"Well, we need to first break your waters, hopefully that should speed things along a bit. So, I'm going to leave Charlotte here to do that and I will be back in half an hour to see how you are doing" DR. Curry makes his way for the door. "Ellie, after your next contraction I'm going try and break your waters. So, I need you to tell me when it's over, OK?" Ellie nods the next contraction comes and goes. Charlotte successful breaks her waters "That feels so warm!" Ellie laughs just as the next contraction starts to build.

"Oh my god! I feel like I need to push!" She screams as the contraction takes hold. "Ellie if you need to push, then push, but little pushes!" Scared her body is tricking her, she refuses "I can't! You said I was only 3 centimetres. I'm not ready!" She hisses at Charlotte "Hey Ellie, listen to me if that's what your body wants to do then do it. I will keep an eye if nothing happens we will stop! OK? You need to trust what your body is telling you to do!"

The next contraction build she begins to push... crashing Adam's hand in the process until it fades again "You're doing brilliant, beautiful" Adam kisses her forehead "Anything?" She asks her midwife "Well, I can see the top of baby's head..." She's cut off by the next contractions "There's the head" Charlotte tells her "With the next contraction she'll be here" another starts and Ellie pushes again "And here she is 7:43PM welcome to the world little one!" Charlotte says as she cleans her up.

"Ellie, you did it again! She's here!" Adam cups her face and kisses her lips "Skin to skin?" Charlotte asks, Ellie nods "I'll just get Daddy to cut the cord" she looks over to Adam and hands him the scissors. He proudly cuts through the cord before Charlotte moves her to Ellie's chest "Does she have a name?" Charlotte looks at both of them "We're still haven't decid..." she cuts Adam off "Delilah!" Ellie looks up at Adam as the brightest smile appears on his face "Aww that's lovely! Where did you get that from?" She asks the pair.

"It was my Nan's name" Adam says not quite believing she finally had a name and a name that means something to him. "That's sweet! Ellie do you want to give Delilah to Daddy while we get this afterbirth delivered?" Charlotte places Delilah in a towel passes her to Adam as DR. Curry walks in "How are we do...oh baby is here! Wow how long did that take?" He looks over to Charlotte "15 minutes after I broke her water. She had the urge to push right away!" He looks at her stunned "Whoa! That's amazing have you requested her IV drip yet?"

Ellie looks confused "IV drip?" He looks over to her "We estimated you probably lost just over a pint of blood. This will just stop anymore bleeding" Charlotte smiles at a worried Ellie "Nothing to worry about its just because you've lost more than usually. It's routine"

"I'll go and get what we need. While you finish up in here" DR. Curry says as he leave the room.

Later, Charlotte has shift had ended and a new midwife had taken over "When can I go for a shower?" Ellie asks her new midwife Demi she wanders over checks the IV drip monitor "You have another 45 minutes on this then you should be OK" another midwife walks in and calls Demi out of the room a few minutes later she comes back in "We are going to have to move you up to postnatal ward now" Ellie looked shocked with Charlie's Labour she was allowed to have a shower before heading up.

Her legs were still covered in blood as well as her hospital gown. She got off the bed with her IV drip and into a wheelchair, Adam close behind with Delilah. She gets into her cubicle and take a seat in the chair after the midwife leave, she bursts into tears Adam puts Delilah down in her cot and rushes over to his wife "Hey, what's up beautiful?"

She looks up at him "Everything I'm covered in blood, I'm still in this awful thing. I want get into bed, but I can't sit on there like this! I want to cuddle my baby, but my arms are cover in blood. I feel dirty like I'm a cast member of the walking dead! And from what it sounds like we have a snorer the other side of this stupid curtain" He lifts up his wife's chin "Watch Delilah I'll be back in a minute" he gets up and leaves the cubicle through the curtain.

10 minutes later he comes back with a wheel chair and a midwife "You help her into the chair and grab her bag I'll grab baby" the midwife tells Adam. Wiping her tears she looks up at him "What's going on?" He smiles at her "You'll see now come on!" He lifts her out of her chair and into the wheel chair. They walk down the hall and through a door. Once inside she spots another bed and a bathroom "Adam?"

She looks up at him "This was the last one they had!" She looks at him still confused, he laughs, "£90 a night for a private room with a bath in the bathroom and this lovely lady has said if you've had over 80 percent of that drip she'll take it off you, so you can go for a soak" her eyes well up and she starts to cry again.

"It suppose to make you happy not sad!" He laughs, "Happy tears!" The midwife smiles at them both as she catches sight of Ellie, she shook her head "Oh dear, look at the state of you! They let you come up here like that! You poor thing, let me put her next to the bed and get you off this. Even if I have to put you back on after you can't sit like that!" She puts Delilah next the bed and takes Ellie off the drip before helping her to the bathroom.

20 minutes later all fresh from her shower, she emerges from the bathroom in her own comfortable clothes. Adam is changing Delilahs nappy. He looks up "Feeling better?" She smiles as she nods at him before she gets onto the bed next him. She places a kiss on his cheek, "Thank you!" He looks over to her "Why are you thanking me? You did all the hard work!" He places Delilah back in her cot "You were calm while I was losing it! I crashed your hand and you spent money on a hospital room just to make me happy!"

He laughs, "I did have my own motives! No one, not even me was going to sleep with a motorbike snoring next door!" he pulls her to his chest and pulls over the blanket over the both of them "We better sleep while she does. So, night beautiful!" She kisses his cheek "Night! I love you!" She feels him chuckle "I love you more"

Continue reading this story here - Chapter 2.

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[porrokin]

“SAINTS BEFORE SIXTH”

i have actually never posted anything like this on my tumblr - i'm kinda nervous ngl.

below you can find the blurb and entire first chapter of the fantasy novel i'm writing! 🤎 i'm so incredibly proud and wanted to share it with you :)

Andy was almost an adult now, not once in the past decade had she been entirely sober. This hadn't been a choice of her own; she didn't get many of those anymore after becoming a permanent resident in the Institute. She'd been permanently deprived of direct sunlight ever since her sixth birthday, on December 30th.

Meanwhile, her best friend claims to speak with his deceased parents and the Keepers found her newest ally before she did. They've been forcing him to use his powers for their selfish winnings, cruel violations like this could go unseen since the Warden disappeared.

Escaping the Keepers is one thing; they're still worlds apart from getting home - considering there's anything to come back to in the first place.

story : all rights reserved ; @porrokin

don't copy or claim this in any way; it is my work and belongs entirely to me.

THE ENTIRE FIRST CHAPTER IS POSTED BELOW !

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Never once during the past decade had Andy been entirely sober, that fact would, however, become even more disturbing when you considered she was barely eighteen years old. It hadn't been a conscious choice, at least not one of her own.

Ever since her sixth birthday - almost precisely twelve years ago - Keepers had taken the freedom of making decisions away from her. What she ate, where she slept, who she talked to, and whether or not she took her meds four times per day - which she did, much to her disliking.

The Keepers no longer informed Andy of their plans for her, they used to back when she was still enrolled in the program. Christiano was, though she wasn't sure if she always believed him when he talked about what he did during those three hours every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday. Nine hours each week, that's how much time they did want to spend with her roommate. She was on her own, once again.

The line scurried along. Andy hesitantly followed as she took in the newly arrived smell of potatoes and spinach. Lunch must start soon, meaning the clock could say 12:55 am anytime now. The rest of the world outside was sleeping, in contrast to this place - heavily lit by beaming, quietly zooming tubes. The grey ceiling was covered in them, leaving nothing to go by without catching the eye of at least one Keeper. Andy didn't know why they lived during the night, rather than when the sun could cast real and natural light into the long, empty hallways. Probably to keep the public from asking much-needed questions about this place, or perhaps they did know but couldn't care enough.

Another name was called out - not hers. The girl in front of the line had been injected, she swiftly turned around and started walking in against the direction of the line. Back to her room, she went, another day of the same, mundane routine. Day after day, twelve years before you got away.

Long ginger hair draped over her slim shoulders, curls bouncing up slightly with every step she took. Her face looked tense; not unusual for this place, but it was rather strange to see from this girl. When their eyes met, Andy was surprised to see an almost luminescent light grey shade. The girl's eyes were once green but now reminded her of the colour of freshly polished silverware reflecting in the light.

As she walked past her spot in line, electricity seemed to flow through Andy's spine; causing her entire body to shiver. Her eyebrows shaped themselves into a slight frown, for a moment she glanced behind her to look at this girl for an extra second. She wasn't allowed to speak to anyone in white but her roommate, though by now she'd been here long enough to recognize who slept in the same hallway and who didn't.

A loud crackling sound disrupted the silence, a moment later the automated voice began to talk through the speakers. Same time every day, the same voice at exactly five minutes before 1 am. 'Ten minutes before lunchtime, those who have not yet received their injections will be expected back in Hallway 162B in exactly 45 minutes'.

In a matter of seconds, their plan was about to be set in motion.

Right away, rummaging sounds rose from the back of the line. 'I need Andy!', a familiar voice shakily called out. 'My roommate, Andy Donahue!'

'Not up to you, get back in line or I'll make you.' Andy recognized his voice as the heavier Keeper with the bushy, unmanaged moustache. He sounded calm, he'd been quick to tase someone in the past and would most likely have his beefy fingers wrapped around the device already.

She raised her hand and started walking towards the back of the line, her body shaking entirely as if it was freezing and she walked into the cold without any clothes on her limbs.

Without expecting it, she was forcefully yanked back from behind. Before Andy even had time to blink, her arms were locked firmly behind her back, wrists pushing hard against her spine.

'You too, now? Don't think you're an exception to the rules.' Captain Keeper; not because he's the leader, but he sure did like trying to boss the others around. She didn't answer him right away but rather tried to stretch her body and spot Christiano in the hallway. She couldn't.

'I'm his roommate, that's Irvine. Sometimes he freaks out in the presence of many people-' A sweaty hand roughly pulled her head back by her hair, causing her to face the ceiling. Her body alarmed her of the pain this caused to her neck. The bright lights made her eyes tear and she struggled to swallow.

'Did I tell you to open your mouth?' Clammy Hands scoffed.

She attempted to reason with him: 'Let me take him to our room so he can calm down.'

'Get back in line. Otherwise, I'll make sure you don't get out of solitary until snow melts.'

She managed to free her arm from his clammy grasp. 'I can ensure you-'

He reached for her, his face caught between anger and frustration. He was getting impatient, little was he aware that this was exactly Andy's will. She stumbled backwards to avoid him this time, successfully, both of them were surprised by it.

'Christiano will throw up. Do you want that to happen when..' She ever so slightly raised her chin, dramatically pausing for a moment as she raised her boney finger.

Andy continued. 'About six hundred kids still need their injections in this hallway? That seems to be a big inconvenience — if I am allowed to voice my opinion.'

'Sir.' she added. The encounter would surely have been more entertaining would her head not be pounding, the shakiness of her knees increasing by the second. She knew her body needed the meds she managed to rid this morning - she would deny this dependence at any cost if someone were to ask.

He sighed and resultantly nodded in Christiano's direction. 'Go. I'll know where to find you in five minutes.'

She did as told, anxiously searching the hallway for her roommate. So far everything was going just as she so meticulously planned; she was okay.

By now she imagined the time creeping closer to 1:00 am, breaks for the Administration would start in ten minutes; she only needed three. The two minutes after that meant for racing back to their room, in case Captain Keeper was indeed determined to stick to his earlier promise.

Something as cold as ice grabbed her hand, effortlessly disrupting her thoughts. Chocolate brown eyes met hers, a feeling of relief washed over Andy's body. Squeezing his hand, they swiftly disappeared behind the corner at the end of the hallway.

'You got the key?' Andy hushed her voice. Administration breakrooms were still in the same hallway as their offices. She wondered whether they got as little sunlight as the kids here did.

'I do. Traded my last blanket for 15 minutes of borrowing the thing, this place leaks of greedy bastards.' He grinned, accentuating his sharp facial structure.

'If you're right about the Bidding we'll be out of here soon enough anyway.'

'I am right.'

'I believe you.' She extended her hand for him to hand her the key. 'I want to prepare for everything, that's all.'

While Andy gained access to Ad 348H, Christiano leaned nonchalantly against the drinking fountain, his finger push-ready on the button. If she caught the sound of water running, she needed to hide. Christiano would have to sneak her back out after their lunchtime. Not the desired option, as this would be too close for comfort with the Administration break ending at the same time.

Thanks to Christiano's contacts she knew immediately which cabinet to find; about twenty seconds had passed already. Her hands rummaged through the several files and envelopes, one of the many drawers containing surnames with "D" as their starting letter.

She gasped audibly when finally skimming across her own, "Andy Donahue" it said. As she attempted to pull it out, the cardboard folder ripped on one end; the contents spilling out like jelly beans at an overwhelmingly disorganized children's party.

She cursed to herself as she attempted to fish for whatever just got lost within the mass amount of documents and belongings. A soft texture brushed against her finger and with some effort, she managed to grab onto it.

Her journal! Andy's heart skipped a beat, who knew they would've collected this in here after confiscating it years ago. Without hesitation she dropped it into the neck of her jacket, holding it against her stomach with her other hand. What else did she need? Her file was too big to ever sneak out in its entirety and to take this heavy notebook was already a reach.

A loud cough echoed into the room as if she had her fingers in her ears this whole time to block out the noise. Finally, the sound of splashing water seemed to reach her. She slammed the cabinet shut, somehow getting her black sleeve stuck in the process. No, no, this was bad - this was so awfully bad.

While securing the journal with her other arm she put her body up against the heavy metal cabinet and made a desperate attempt at freeing herself from its hold.

'Yes!', slightly too loud.

Within a moment she smoothly turned around, slamming herself against something and stumbling onto the cold concrete flooring.

'We really don't have time anymore, why didn't you come out when I signalled for you?', Christiano grabbed her free arm and hurriedly pulled Andy back up on her feet.

'I'm sorry!'

She followed right behind him, both came to a sudden stop once they'd realized what was waiting behind the walls of Ad 348H. At least six Keepers surrounded them in the hallway, pointing that same amount of stun batons in their direction.

Captain Clammy Hands was the one to break the silence: "Such a shame, Donahue."

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[tuesdayx]

So I thought it would be fun to do a song-by-song breakdown of our latest album Essential.

Essential started as some rough demos designated for a side project in late 2019, which then became our largest album to date in terms of song selection. Many of the themes deal with learning to cope with the changing world thanks to Covid, with a perspective of someone who had to keep working at an "essential" job with no option of self-quarantine. I was happy to continue working and being able to pay my bills over the past year, but there was always elements of stress, fear, and tension lingering over myself and everyone else in my position.

So here we go; starting from the top let's look at the Songs of Tuesday X's 6th album Essential.

1. Jet Fuel Can't Melt Steel Beams: the title was a reference to the 9/11 conspiracy memes, which as stated in the opening lines, "has nothing to do with this song." Written in January of 2020 before Covid had made any significant impact in the US, the song touches on many themes which happened to occur throughout the year, such as [another] Californian forest fire (Australia too), new diseases (Covid), a riot (the BLM movement over the summer, which I will state everything that movement has been fighting for is 100% justified and the United States is in desperate need of Police reform, as does our political system which has remained inherently racist to this day.), Civil War (and exaggeration for sure, but the civil unrest and political division in our country will soon split us apart further), more corporate giants(companies like Amazon profited more from this Pandemic than ever before and have helped further the gap between the American working class and the top 1%). Favorite line: "I won't get philosophical, I only wanted your attention."

2. The Only Difference Between You and Me is a Sense of Apathy and Your Brand New Nikes: This song is a blithing criticism of the American political system. Our two party system has left Americans with a choice between "the lesser of two evils" and allows politicians with no true interest in our needs to rise to power. The use of 3rd parties as an alternative is a overly simple compromise that would only just begin to alleviate the problems created in our political system. Both of our main parties are considered conservative parties to the rest of the world, and any progressive measures that would benefit society and reduce the effects of climate change are considered radical and preposterous by politicians with financial stakes in our crooked system where corporatations hold control and the people are treated as fuel for an otherwise worthless currency. Favorite line: "Listen to the radio, they played my favorite song. Now I'm bored and wanting more."

3. Blame it on the Elves: the title is a reference to an episode of the Podcast "Lore" by Aaron Menke (i can't recall which episode, but you should check it out anyway because it's great listen.) An instrumental interlude inspired by ragtime music of the 1920-30's, with an edge of course.

4. Class of Dropouts: This song was written when I was 16 during my sophomore year of high school and was originally featured on my now unavailable album "trees" before adopting the Tuesday X monicker. I brought it back 6 years later because I loved how raw and punk it was. The lyrics are dorky but I decided to leave them as is, it's a cool track for high school stoners to blare and let out their teen angst. Favorite line: "Walking in on my friends fucking."

5. Polaroids on My Bulletin Board: This is a song about growing up. As a 22 year old (now 23) who decided not to go to college straight out of high school, I felt isolated from my peers in a way. By going into the workfield right away I sometimes feel like I skipped a few years and missed out on a lot of opportunities. I regret not leaving my hometown sooner than I did and chasing my dreams of being a touring musician in a band. More often than not I reminisce of my youth playing shows and getting into trouble, as I now feel old and out of place in a scene I grew up in. Favorite line: "I know what it's like to be alive, I know what it's like to live a lie."

6. Labradoodle Underpass: Going back on the theme of growing up, this is about my recent experience with shows as an adult. When I was a teenager I felt ambitious and ready for anything, and I would drop literally everything to go to the nearest show. As an adult I feel introverted and constantly anxious about the world around me. I've missed out on a lot of great shows due to my own self doubt's and anxiety. Now that shows have been canceled for over a year I feel even more regret by not appreciating them more while I could. Favorite line: "23 years and a lingering fear that anything could happen, why am I here?"

7. Some Shit: This was me trying to be modest mouse lol jangly guitars and half talking/half singing vocals describing the world around me. I guess in a way it was an exercise in writing character description and setting, but otherwise it's just a chill track that almost feels aimless at parts. Favorite Line: "it's just some shit I learned from a friend. Just some shit I learned when I was trying to prepare."

8: Woe is the World: On the album this is a chorus snippet that barely a minute long (the full version is available as a bonus track on bandcamp, and it was actually a demo that turned out better than the final version.) I originally wrote this song when I was 15 with a different set of lyrics, but I came back to it while writing this album and re-wrote it to reflect my mental state and the world around me. Overall, just another melancholy track in a sea of melancholy songs. Favorite line: "you've never felt more alone than you do now, was everything worth it in the end?"

9. Then Why Was it Named Gideon?: the title is a reference to a line in Scott Pilgrim's Finest Hour (my favorite series) and like the first track on this album doesn't have much to do with the song. "Gideon" is a simple love song, talking again about how growing up sucks but having the right person by your side can make all the shitty times worth it in the end. Favorite line: "it's time to move on, you're taking too long."

10. I am Here, I'm Looking at Her, and She is Beautiful: This song is entirely about the book "Perks of Being a Wallflower". That's it. Nothing else, let's move on. Favorite line: "Over Christmas I read them a poem about a brown paper bag and the boy who wrote it."

11. Try to Be a Filter, Not a Sponge: Like the previous song, this one is also mostly about "Perks of Being a Wallflower", but with elements of my own experience with toxic relationships. I like to think of it as the character Charlie's experience with Mary Elizabeth overall though. Favorite line: "She called my favorite book washed out trash, said I have no taste and I'm still too sad."

12. Lavender Spray Bottle: This instrumental dates back to 2017. I recorded the guitar part as a demo on my phone and forgot about it. Over time I forgot how to play the guitar part, so I used the demo as a basis and layered everything else on top of it. The title is a reference to a bottle of water with lavender essential oils mixed in that my ex used to fend away spiders in the house we lived in at the time.

13. Hindsight is 2020: I will admit, this is my favorite song on the whole album and was actually the last to be written and recorded. With a simple guitar part and layers of vocals, this song is a direct reflection of life during the peak of the pandemic. With curfews in place and rising case counts, I had to learn to cope with life at home during my late nights away from work. My partner was quarantined during this time and I reflected on the mental strain this put on her. Favorite line: "Don't go to work, you need the money but you're not happy when you're there. Sometimes life is so unfair."

14. I Don't Know How to Deal With Serious Emotions Without Turning Them into a Fucking Joke: the title came from a meme I found on my phone from high school. The song itself was about my own inability to handle serious emotions without coming off as sarcastic. In both the music and lyrics, the song starts as a simple confession before exploding into raw chaos. Favorite line: "it's so hard. I'm so scared, what have I become?"

15. Say Hello to My Little Friend: the last instrumental on this album. A short haunting tune that reflects the final two tracks. The title is probably a reference to Rambo or something, but I never watched it and I thought it fit the feeling of this song.

16. Minneapolis: What became one of the most emotional tracks on this song actually began as a joke. My partner was snap chatting a friend one night and they asked me to write them a song on the spot. So I improvised the first two verses and chorus of this song, referencing her going to school there at the time. I found I actually liked what I had written however, so I refined the track and changed it from a sassy country song into a melancholic lament of my experience in the twin cities and southern Minnesota. Favorite line: "I miss Camp Snoopy, and Paul Bunyon's log flume ride that went around the whole damn mall."

17. Before the Sunrise: the final song on the album is an intimate look at my relationship with my partner. Through past experiences i have become riddled with self doubt and always looking at improving myself as a person. With hopes that one day I'll be the person I'd like to be for mine and their sake, it's an optimistic tribute to my best friend. Favorite line: "the cycle ends until the sun rises again, you're my best friend."

Thank you all so much! Check out Essential and our other music on Bandcamp, Spotify, Apple, and other places! I hope you all enjoyed this personal look at these songs that got me through the worst parts of 2020.

#tuesday x #emo #music #alternative #art rock #diy music #diy #midwest #underground #lyrics #essential #covid19

[canaryatlaw]

okay, well today was kinda mixed, but overall fine. woke up to my alarm nice and early, but the commute was a mess and I didn't end up getting to the office until like 8:42, which is a solid 15-20 minutes later than normal, so I was not pleased about that, but oh well. the day was uncharacteristically slow- we were low on volunteers and cases were low. I did have a good amount of stuff to do, but time just passed by very slowly. I think it's partially because Tuesdays are the one day I'm in the office that my work buddy isn't there, and it just feels really dry and boring without him around. Contrastingly, I find Wednesdays a lot of fun, because he's there and our supervisor isn't (nothing against her at all, she's great) and it just gives a sense of a bit of fun chaos of all the "adults" being gone and the kids running the show, lol. so that's good at least. but yeah, I managed to get a good amount of stuff done, and defused at least one situation that had the potential to go nuclear, so I was pleased about that. I was able to get a default order in my one court case I had up which I was very happy about, because I have very strong feelings about that case (the client called me a few times during incidents when the dude was being super violent, so I ended up getting pretty emotionally attached to her) so I was glad we got things settled there, for now at least, hopefully it will be the end of the issues, though tbh I'm not all that sure it will be, but I'll guess we'll see. I'm not happy about the case I have up tomorrow because the client's been a pain to get a hold of and entirely absent, and I just need her to sign this one damn thing which she hasn't, and idk wtf I'm going to tell the judge if she doesn't get it back to me by tomorrow morning. ugh. pretty much everyone except me, the receptionist, and the interns left for the other office around 3, so the end of the day was pretty quiet. I left at 5 and headed to Starbucks to chill out for a bit before small group. Around 6:30 I headed over to church and talked to people for a bit before we started. it was a good session, I felt like I made some good points, and a lot of the leaders really liked what I had to say, including the guy I'm developing a slight crush on, so that made me feel happy lol. we finished around 8:30 and I headed home, which took a while because transit is slower at night, but I made it. my roommate wanted to show me the latest kpop abomination song that just came out that's a hot mess, so that was a mix of entertaining and horrifying. I stayed up a little bit longer on my computer before showering and getting ready for bed, and now I'm here. In the office again tomorrow and it's now past 1 am, so I definitely need to go to bed now and will be doing that. Goodnight friends. Sleep well.

#daily journal #October 2021

[bobasheebaby]

100 Buffy Prompts

I had a lot of fun compiling this list. I was cracking up more than once and now I want to binge Buffy. If there is a show you want let me know because these seriously help me shut of my brain during this covid hell.

1 “NAME, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.” – Buffy Summers

2 “I just want to be alone and quite in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don’t even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one.” – Buffy Summers

3 "They were supposed to be my light at the end of the tunnel. I guess they were a train.” – Buffy Summers

4 “I don’t know what’s coming next. But I do know it’s gonna be just like this – hard, painful. But in the end, it’s gonna be us. If we all do our parts, believe it, we’ll be the one’s left standing.” – Buffy Summers

5 “I don’t handle rejection well. Funny, considering all the practice I’ve had, huh?” – Xander Harris

6 "Just because you’re better than us doesn’t mean you can be all superior.” – Xander Harris

7 “I’m leaning towards blind panic myself.” – Rupert Giles

8 “Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you’ll just have to pick it up yourself.” – Rupert Giles

9 "With all the rubbish people keep sticking in my head, it's a wonder that there's room for my brain." – Spike

10 "Oh, I don't know. Looking in the mirror every day and seeing nothing there...it's an overrated pleasure.” – Angel

11 "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have?" – Angel

12 "Anyway, for real now, I'm gonna ask you something, and you gotta promise you'll be honest and not spare my feelings just 'cause I could kill you. You promise?" Faith

13 "You gotta give me something to do. There's no way I'm sleeping. Don't you need anyone dead? Or maimed? I can settle for maimed.” – Faith

14 "You know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me.”- Glorificus

15 “I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m — or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.” — Buffy Summers

16 “Seize the moment, ’cause tomorrow you might be dead.” — Buffy Summers

17 “The hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live.” — Buffy Summers

18 “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away and what’s left?” “Me.” — Angelus & Buffy Summers

19 “Don’t you have an elsewhere to be?” – Cordelia Chase

20 “God! What is your childhood trauma?!” – Cordelia Chase

21 “Gee, can you vague that up for me?” – Buffy Summers

22 “I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.” – Xander Harris

23 “I don’t know what your problem is, what your issues are. But as of this moment I officially don’t care.” – Xander Harris

24 “You’re really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren’t you?” – Cordelia Chase

25 “I mock you with my monkey pants!” – Oz

26 “Funny how preparing looks an awful lot like sitting on your ass.” – Spike

27 “That’s fairly freaksome.” – Oz

28 “Do you have any tact at all?” – Giles

29 “I’ve known you for two minutes and I can’t stand you.” – Spike

30 “Great. Now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.” – Cordelia Chase

31 “You didn’t happen to take a lot of drugs, did you?” – Willow

32 “I’ve seen honest faces…they usually come attached to liars.” – Willow

33 “Can I be blind, too?” – Xander

34 “Gee, I hope I’m not interrupting anything really depressing.” – Riley

35 “And you just accepted that? I only said that because I thought that’s what you wanted to hear.” – Anya

36 “This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.” – Spike

37 “We’ve got to face it, we’ve changed. Well, not you—you’re still sadistic and self-centered.” – Giles

38 “Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is ask for help when you need it.” – Giles

39 “Did everybody have their Crazy Flakes today?” – Xander

40 “Do you love me?” “What?” “Do you?” “I love you. I don't know if I trust you.” “Maybe you shouldn't do either.” “Maybe I'm the one who should decide!” — Angel & Buffy

41 “Six a.m.!" NAME cried. "I know that's a number on my clock, but I've never actually been awake to personally witness it!” — Xander

42 “Bored now.” — Vampire Willow

43 “We’ll go be heroes.” — Spike

44 “You have a plan?” “I am the plan.” — Giles & Buffy

45 "Strong is fighting. It's hard and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together." — Buffy

46 "I make it through this and the next thing and the next thing, and maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready." — Buffy

47 "You have to take care of each other. You have to be strong. NAME, the hardest thing in this world is to live in it. Be brave. Live, for me." — Buffy

48 "Make your choices. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

49 “Weird love’s better than no love.” — Buffy

50 “The who having wha with huh?” — Buffy

51 “Whatever you choose, you’ve got my support. Just think of me as… as your… You know, I’m searching for supportive things and I’m coming up all bras. So, something slightly more manly, think of me as that.” – Xander

52 "A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful." Angel

53 "To forgive is an act of compassion, NAME. It's-it's... it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it." — Giles

54 "In the end, we all are who we are, no matter how much we may appear to have changed." — Giles

55 "I don't have time for vendettas. The mission is what matters." — Buffy

56 "I don't want to protect you from the world. I want to show it to you." — Buffy

57 "Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?" — Buffy

58 "Recognizing power in another does not diminish your own." — Joss Whedon

59 “Out. For. A. Walk… Bitch.” — Spike

60 “You can’t see the stars, love. That’s the ceiling. Also, it’s day.” — Spike

61 “Is everyone here very stoned?” — Spike

62 “I feel safe with you.” [Chokes] “TAKE THAT BACK!” — Dawn & Spike

63 “I love you.” “Oh, my god.” “Hey, no. Look at me. I... love you. You're all I bloody think about... dream about. You're in my gut... my throat... I'm drowning in you, NAME. I'm drowning in you.” — Spike & Buffy

64 “Just... give me something. A crumb, the barest smidgen. Tell me maybe, someday there's a chance” “NAME ... the only chance you had with me was when I was unconscious.” “Oh, wha-“ [screams, then shouts]  “What the bleeding hell is wrong with you bloody men/women? What the hell does it take? Why do you bitches torture me?” “Which question do you want me to answer first?” — Spike & Buffy

65 “You can't deny it. There's something between us.” “Loathing. Disgust.” — Spike & Buffy

66 “Could do without the laugh track, NAME.” “But it's so funny. I knew... before you did. I knew you loved the NAME. The pixies in my head whispered it to me.” — Spike & Drusilla

67 “Damn right I’m impure! I’m as impure as the driven yellow snow.” — Spike

68 “I love you.” “No, you don’t. But thanks for saying it.” — Spike & Buffy

69 “This with you, it’s wrong. I know it. I’m not a complete idiot.” — Spike

70 “You always hurt the ones you love, pet.” — Spike

71 "When I say ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are." — Buffy

72 "I’m just gonna go home, lie down, and listen to country music. The music of pain." — Buffy

73 "I have feelings for you. I do. But it's not love. I could never trust you enough for it to be love." — Buffy

74 "Weird love's better than no love." — Buffy

75 “People don’t fall in love with what’s right in front of them. People want the dream — what they can’t have. The more unattainable, the more attractive.” — Buffy

76 "Trust is for old marrieds, NAME. Great love is wild and passionate and dangerous. It burns and consumes." “Until there's nothing left. Love like that doesn't last." — Spike & Buffy

77 "This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you...you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after" — Angel

78 "I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop" — Angel

79 "If I may suggest, ‘This time it's personal.’ I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic." —Oz

80 "Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend NAME jealous, or even the score, or something. And...that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay, I can wait." — Oz

81 "NAME’s our friend...except I don't like him/her.” — Xander

82 "What am I gonna do? I think about sex all the time! Sex ... Help! Four times five is thirty ... five times six is thirty-two ... Naked girls. Naked women ... Naked NAME ... Oh, stop me!" — Xander

83 "Man, NAME! My whole life just flashed before my eyes. I gotta' get me a life!" — Xander

84 “NAME. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?” “As defending champion, you nervous?” — Cordelia & Buffy

85 "Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass." — Cordelia

86 “Oh please. Like shame is something to be proud of.” — Cordelia

87 “I’m going to give you some advice: get over it.” — Cordelia

88 “Oh, and you’re welcome.” — Cordelia

89 “I’m not a sniveling little cry-NAME. I’m the nastiest guy/girl in PLACE history. I take crap from no one.” — Cordelia

90 “I think it. I say it. It’s my way.” — Cordelia

91 "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies, and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you - for crawling across your face in the middle of the night." — Willow

92 "I don't want danger. Big 'no’ to danger.” — Willow

93 "Let's get this straight. I don't understand it. I don't wanna' understand it. You have gross emotional problems. And things are not okay between us." — Willow

94 "NAME, I got so lost." "I found you. I will always find you." — Tara & Willow

95 "But you like him/her, and when you think about him/her, you get that good down-low tickle, right?" — Faith

96 "You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient." — Faith

97 "Just relax ... and take off your pants." — Faith

98 "I am, you know." “What?" “Yours." — Tara & Willow

99 "I don't have time for bondage fun." - Buffy

100 “It's fine, I don't need to be snuggled.” — Willow

#buffy prompts #buffy quotes #btvs #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #drabble prompts #buffy summers #angel #cordelia chase #rupert giles #xander harris #willow rosenberg #faith #spike #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell

[mikkachu8888]

A/N I do not own any of the main plot line or characters of Marvel. Those rights are reserved for the creators. Thank you.

Peter x adult!reader

You were nervous to say the least. You looked at the clock on your wall again. It was probably only 15 minutes until they would arrive. You sighed. Mae and Peter are coming over for dinner. It's only been a few months since Tony's funeral and you can't say you were coping well. Natasha...Tony... Steve... all gone. Steve wasn't dead, but he seemed on the verge of it due to his old age now, but either way you weren't ready to let him go either. It felt like you were robbed of so much time you could have spent with him. He always was my most understanding fake uncle/dad/brother...or whatever you wanted to consider him. It didn't matter how you felt though, it's what makes him happy and you have to respect that... even if internally you weren't ready to bury another one of your family members. These people helped raise you and it broke your heart to see how your family got so much smaller.

Clint made more of an appearance in your life after the events, however. After Nat died you both found great comfort and grieving her death together. He became your new outlet to vent, which had previously belonged to Steve. Actually, this whole dinner was Clint's idea. It was something that was meant to clear the air between Peter and I.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to the voice and saw my fiancé of 8 months standing in the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with a concerned, but supportive smile.

"No..." I admit. "I've faced mass genocide, the largest war to human kind, and losing most of my family all at once... and yet... I've never been more nervous than I am right now."

"What do you think is going to happen?" (f/n) says.

"I don't know... I know it's really not that big of a deal compared to what we've all gone through before, but for some reason I can't bear to see Peter so upset with me. It...Just...It hurts my heart. I can't explain it." you say putting your face into your hands.

"I understand... and to be honest I think it is... a big deal." (f/n) says walking over and placing his hands on my arms gently. "So many families have been disrupted by the blip. Parents seeing their children all grown up all of a sudden, couples having larger age gaps and who have grieved and moved on, people who have blipped and realized that their loved ones that have remained here passed away in that what seemed to be moments they've been gone...in which it was actually years."

You looked up at him. He gave a small smile. "You are not the only one struggling to adjust in these weird times and grieving the lost time. I'm sure Peter is just as confused and nervous as you are. He was your boyfriend, your lover. You guys were very close and I'm sure when he came back from the blip he still thought you were the same as ever... only to realize that it wasn't the case."

"He saw me for the first time at Tony's funeral...and he wouldn't even talk to me. He just stared at me... almost like he was afraid of me." The sentence came out like it was a soft whisper, but ended with just pain and hurt in it.

"Is that a bad thing?" (f/n) asked. "Wouldn't you be? I know I would, especially if I was just a 16 year old kid."

"No no...No... You're right. I honestly should be thinking about him too. He's probably shell shocked and I'm just worried about myself." You take a deep breath and gave a slight bitter chuckle. "I'm the adult here. I've matured and learned to cope. I shouldn't be the one who's scared here."

"I think it's okay for you both to be scared. Don't worry, though. I'll be there and Mae will be there to help. Clint says he'll be standing by if you need help." It was at that moment, the doorbell rang making you jump. "You got this. I promise."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to answer the door. You mulled over his words for a moment before sucking in a breath and following him. As you walked through your living room you reached up and began fixing your hair as you walked. You wanted to make sure you at least looked like you weren't a complete mess, but you were on the inside. A horrible, grieving, pitiful, shawarma and ice cream eating mess.

I wore black. It was my go to color. Not because I was sad or grieving, but because it is the most convenient color and showed so much class while also hiding your shame. There was very little the color black couldn't hide. You were grateful that when you joined SHIELD and the main uniform color was black. You cut your hair shorter and mostly wore it up in a tight seamless bun for work, but tonight it is in its full glory. Your fiancé wore basic white button up and black pants. He had on a tie before, but you supposed it was bothering him so he took it off. At least he put on the black blazer as well. You never liked the tie anyway. It was just something Steve had said one time that was necessary for important events. He taught (f/n) how to tie it and everything.

You stood beside (f/n) a little ways back as you were bit afraid. He opened the door and there stood Mae, Peter, and shockingly Happy smiling back. Peter actually wasn't smiling. He wasn't even looking at neither you nor (y/n). His gaze was to the side towards the floor. It was clear that he wasn't ready to face reality either. Your eyes moved back to the group as a whole. "Happy, what are you doing here?" You- asked stretching out a smile that may have seemed a little forced.

"Well, I was just popping over to the Parker residence from visiting Pepper and Morgan, and Mae invited me to come along, so I thought I haven't seen you in a while and there was no harm in dropping by as well. I wanted to see what you've been up to and what not." Happy nodded with a big smile. He leaned close and half whispered "Mae thought that you all could use as much help as you could get with this weird situation anyway."

"O-oh... okay... well um. Thanks for coming. I'm sure it's appreciated." You internally cursed. More people to witness the horror that will be this dinner. You turned your attention to Mae. "Hi, Mae." You smiled a bit and you could tell she already had tears pricking her eyes and she held out her arms for a big hug. She gave you tight motherly squeeze and rubbed your back. "Hi, Honey. Gosh, you've gotten so big. You just look absolutely beautiful."

"Yes. Thank you. It's been so long since I've seen you... Well I suppose not to you." You attempted a joke to lighten the mood. She and Happy laughed though that joke didn't seem to land well with Peter as he didn't laugh and only seemed to be made more uncomfortable.

Your eyes did fixate on Peter now and the silence of the group became thick and very tense. He wasn't saying anything and you bit your lip. "Hey...Peter." Your voice was softer and sounded week. He looked exactly the same. Young baby face with wispy brown hair that seemed to like to hang in his face depending how it fell. He did a pretty good job at keeping it combed back, however. His brown eyes finally looked back at you and widened just slightly. You looked so much different, yet, exactly the same. For starters, the makeup. That was so much more new. You never wore makeup. You were perfectly happy with the nude appearance of your face. Although you weren't wearing much makeup it was still prevalent that you had some on, but just enough to look clean and classy. Your hair wasn't as super long as you had it when you were younger. It was always down and long and it was a daily struggle for you to keep it maintained and out of paint or your food at lunch. You were always getting it caught in your mouth or finding random strands of it on your clothing or in your stuff. He remembered how sometimes when he kissed you your hair would get caught between their lips. It was embarrassing then, but now he missed it. Now it was cut much shorter and seemed more tamed. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not. It didn't matter, however, for some reason in Peter's mind it made you look all the much more mature and older. Everything about you seemed older and mature. Your body was different. Slightly wider hips and a bit larger breasts. He probably wouldn't have noticed either difference if it wasn't for the dress you were wearing... or for the matter that you were wearing a dress at all. Dresses and skirts weren't your forte last time he saw you. You said they restricted you from doing the things you wanted to do. No, leggings and jeans covered in paint, pen marks, sharpies was what you wore on a daily basis along with an oversized hoody of some sort. Peter looked down at the ground. He noticed you weren't wearing any shoes. He cracked a slight side smile. At least that was one thing that didn't changed about you. You always hated wearing shoes. It didn't matter where you were or the temperature outside. Shoes were never the priority for you. You always carried a pair and wore them when you had to, but if they bothered you too much or you just found them unnecessary you'd kick them off and immediately toss them in your backpack. So many times you'd walk down the school halls bare foot with some type of drawing that you drew on them from being bored in class. Peter always thought that little quirk was cute. He could actually see a little tattoo on the side of your foot, but couldn't make it out in that moment. In fact when he looked closer, he saw that both your feet looked slightly different from each other. He wasn't quite sure, but it seemed the foot with the tattoo seemed somewhat off. He just wasn't sure what was different.

His voice finally decided to make an appearance. "Hey... again..." It didn't come out as strong as he wanted it to, but it came out enough for her to hear.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Uh..." He didn't have anything to say. He just gave an awkward nod and a generic 'ok'. He wasn't ready to talk. You backed off and looked at the group as a whole once more.

"Oh um... everyone. This is my fiancé, (f/n)" you said stepping back and introducing your now future husband. Peter's face immediately dropped. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between you and your fiancé in an almost panicked state. He couldn't believe it. You had found someone else. You had left him.

"Hi, everyone." (f/n) smiled and waved and shook everyone's hand, except Peter who didn't even attempt to raise his hand. His face now stared wide eyed at your fiancé who waited patiently for his hand in return. Mae nudged Peter's arm and he blinked a couple of times in realization and took (f/n)'s hand to shake. "Oh yeah um sorry... it's nice to meet you." He says politely trying to cover up how frazzled he was for a moment.

"Well, everyone. Why don't you come inside?" You say and step to the side allowing everyone to filter into your home.

"Wow... fancy." Happy says looking around at stuff.

"Happy, you knew I lived here." You say unamused.

"I've never seen the inside, though." He commented back.

"So how long have you lived here?" Mae asks looking at the light fixtures.

"3 years or so now." You say watching them. "I know it's much different than that dingy apartment I was at before."

"Yeah um.... How did you get a place like this?" Peter asks quietly.

"Uh well... with my new job and the housing being cheaper from the blip and-"

"Tony bought it." Happy commented bluntly cutting you off.

You sighed. "Yes. Tony bought and designed it for me. My job at SHIELD lets me be able to pay for it."

"You work at SHIELD?" peter asks glancing back at you.

"Yes. Head of the entire global security and protection program. Also, I'm a public advocate for the international super powered and mutated community." You say with a bit of pride.

"Wow that sounds like a very high position." Mae says.

"It can be, I suppose." You shrug your shoulders.

"You've certainly come a long way since you were young." Mae says a little sad.

"I think everyone who was left here during the blip has. It just depends on if they came a long way for the better or worse. That depends on the person." You state glancing at Happy. "Right, Happy?"

"Yeah. There's been a lot of people who dropped over the edge since that, but also a lot of people who've thrived since then. We've seen it all." Happy says skeptically looking at one of the vases you had on your counter. You walked over and took the vase from Happy's hands. "Why don't we all sit down before you break something." You says putting the vase back down where it was.

"Where did you get that? It's hideous." Happy says moving towards the sofa.

"It came with the house." You stated.

"Why'd you keep it?" Happy says scrunching up his nose.

"Don't worry about it." You say ushering him to the couch.

"I happen to like it. I think it's... unique." Mae says admiring it from afar as she sat next to Happy and Peter on one of the sofas. You and (f/n) sat across from them on the other. He gave them each glasses of water in case they got thirsty. You hadn't seen him even go into the kitchen to get them.

"Oh yeah... I mean... if you look at it that way then I guess it's pretty nice." Happy says backtracking and taking a pert sip of the water he was just given. Your eyes furrow as you look between Happy and Mae. You glance at Peter who also seems confused at the interaction.

"Okay...so Happy. What were you doing at the Parker residence?" you ask Happy with a smirk.

"Oh you know. Just checking in. See how Peter is doing." Happy says not so casually.

"I see." You say as your eyes look back at Peter. "So, Peter."

"Huh?" he asks a little startled by my turn of attention to him. The water in his cup sloshing at the sudden movement. "How are you doing?"

"Oh um... okay, I guess." He responds nodding. That was it. The entire highlight of the conversation between us for the rest of the time. The rest of the time he and you both remained quiet and only spoke when spoken too. You were hurt. He was hurt. You could tell. Not only because you know him, but because teenagers tend to have less of a poker face when they're upset. No matter how hard they try to hide it, it usually slips through that they are emotional in that moment. You have learned to control that side of you a lot better. You are no longer that emotional and even if you were, you've learned to hide it a lot better. Your face remains impassive, but you sit there thinking that perhaps he doesn't need impassive. He needs something to know that you are feeling much of the same feelings he is feeling. You just don't know what to say.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet?" Mae asks setting her glass on the coffee table in front of us. Peter's attention becomes more alert at the question. It was obvious he was wondering the same thing. Just when did this happen?

"Oh no. I don't mind. I suppose that is one of the big elephant questions in the room." You say a little nervously.

"We met in physical therapy. We had the same Therapist and she brought all her patients together for group stretching once a week. It was something that was set up through a volunteer group for people with superpowers and mutations. I can't exactly remember the name, but it was group that helped with the devastation after the snap. They helped clean up and got people out of crisis and arranged for a lot of the people with powers who were injured to receive medical attention and physical therapy from medical professionals that had mutations of some sort as to not expose us or risk exploitation. Do you remember the volunteer organization's name?" (f/n) asked looking at me.

"It wasn't an organization. It was a school, I believe. Dr. Xavier ran the school. He's quite the man. I talk to him every now and again, but I haven't heard from him quite a while. He's part of the reason I got my foot in the door for advocating for those with superpowers or mutants as they call them." You state.

"Interesting. What were you going to physical therapy for?" Mae asked. "Or what I mean is, what happened?"

"Well I was on a train in New York with my sister and mother when people starting dusting away. I suppose the conductor was one of those people because our train never stopped and crashed full force into one of the buildings and derailed us from the tracks over a bridge, it sent us crashing into the streets. My mother died on impact, but I was able to protect my sister with my body. I can turn my body into different materials, so I was able to keep most of the things away from her and she just had a couple of broken bones, but I didn't move fast enough because I got a metal rod straight through the chest. It broke right near my sternum. I had no clue why or how I was still alive. I thought I was going to die in there for sure until some of the students from that school showed up." (f/n) unbuttoned his shirt half way to show the large star like shaped scar right in the center of his chest.

"That's awesome..." Happy muttered looking in awe at his scar before getting nudged in the shoulder by Mae. "I mean terrible. Truly terrible. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yes, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened to you." Mae says sympathetically.

(f/n) chuckled and buttoned his shirt back up. "No, don't worry about it. These types of things make us stronger right? And I do agree with Happy. I think my scar is pretty awesome." He patted his chest proudly. You smiled in amusement and gave slight chuckle.

"...and you?" Peter's soft voice piped up after a moment. Everyone looked at him. He was looking at you. You weren't really sure what he was trying to ask you. He glanced at everyone before licking his lips and trying again to clarify. "Uh um. What I mean is what happened to you... as well? Why were you in, you know, physical therapy?"

"Oh. I was actually in Africa fighting in battle." You sated simply.

"You were a part of the Battle of Wakanda?" Peter asks sitting up straighter now.

You smiled a bit and let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. It was like pulling teeth to convince Steve to let me, but yeah. I was. It was a savage alien that bit and clawed into my leg and that started the problems, but it was a female servant of Thanos that actually took my leg. Cut it clean off with swords she had."

"Oh my god. That's horrible." Mae exclaimed and Peter's eyes traveled to your foot once more. That's why your foot looked so off. It was a prosthetic. Peter thought it looked too real to be a prosthetic, but too fake to be real. You were able to walk so seamlessly though. Like you never lost your leg at all.

"Not as horrible as for her. When Natasha found out she was absolutely pissed. She and one of the Wakanda guards kicked her ass." You laughed outwardly. Peter saw the old you come out all of a sudden and all at once. He smiled brightly. "And then what happened?" he asked.

"They sent her ass through her own giant alien sawblade that they tried to kill us with!" You were full blown laughing now. The memory had you almost in tears because of how convenient and karmic the whole thing was. If you remembered correctly you remember yourself laughing in that moment as well. Despite nearly being dead in a ditch and bleeding out uncontrollably, you were still verbally shouting out cheers of praise to Nat as she fought and when she came to quickly bandage you up to stop the bleeding. You remembered Nat replying to you "Shut up, kid or I'll leave you here instead. All that shouting is going to make you pass out anyway." Funny enough she wasn't too far off the target because it wasn't long after she told you that did you fall unconscious from blood loss and woke up with a sweet new robotic vibranium prosthetic leg in Wakanda's medical ward.

"So, if she cut your leg off what happened next." Peter asked now interested in the story.

"Nat bandaged me up, I passed out, and I woke up with a sweet new robotic leg in Wakanda's medical ward. After I was healed enough I was transferred to Xavier's school where I sharpened my powers and did physical therapy along with the others. Once I was healed, Tony came back from outer space. Once he was recovered he told us everything and eventually upgraded my leg. Now it looks almost like I never lost a leg. Well, sort of. It still looks a bit off and it glitches every now and again, but I'm not complaining. I can still walk so." You shrugged now crossing your leg over the other and folding your arms over your chest.

"Wow. That's really cool." Peter said breathlessly. He seemed to admire you so much more. You knew you were now Tony Stark, but it was nice to have those admiring eyes directed towards you for once. The type of eyes that didn't hold romantic feelings, but still held the belief that everything you did was cool and amazing.

"Thank you, Peter." You smiled.

"So when are you two getting married?" Happy asks randomly and taking a gulp of water.

*smash*

The glass in Peter's hand immediately smashes in his palm. Everyone makes a noise in surprise at the sudden sound and turn to Peter. "Oh! Uh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll... I'll clean it up." Peter says getting down on the floor to clean it up.

"Peter, your hand." You gasp setting your cup down. His hand started bleeding from all the glass shards that decided to embed themselves into his skin.

"Oh um..." Peter's face flushed a bright red. He couldn't help but feel intense embarrassment about the situation.

"Don't worry about the glass. I got it. You go with (y/n) and get your hand all patched up, okay?" (f/n) says already standing to go and get the broom.

"Yeah, come on, Peter. I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." You say standing up and helping him to his feet. You held his arm as he kept his hand underneath his injured one, hoping to catch the blood so it wouldn't get onto your carpet. You walked him to the kitchen. "Just put your hand over the sink and I'll be there in a moment."

"Okay." Peter says doing what you asked as you began to rummage around the medicine cabinet. Peter began to run his hand under a bit of water as you came back with the first aid kit. You first got some tweezers and a dish towel and dragged 2 chairs over so we could sit. You first sat down and put the dish towel across your lap. Peter then sat down and you gently grabbed his hand and set it in your lap while looking closely at it. "Nothing bad it looks like. Obviously nothing the Amazing Spiderman can't handle." You joke looking at him with a smile and he smiles back with an awkward laugh.

A silence falls over you both as you begin to focus on plucking the tiny shards from his hand. You didn't notice how the air got thicker and you certainly didn't notice how things got increasingly more difficult for Peter to stomach. He stared at you the entire time and the longer he did the more his heart broke. You didn't notice how his straight face slowly broke until you saw a few tear drops fall onto the surface of the hand you were working on and you heard a choked back sob. You looked up and saw his face as he turned away. You set the towel with glass pieces aside and held his hand. You knew he wasn't crying because of his hand or if there was a possibility you hurt him. He was much tougher than that. You also knew you couldn't physically hurt him even if you wanted to. His powers made it easier for him to handle a lot more than a regular human. No, his pain was internal. His kind soft heart was bursting with pain. "Peter..." you said softly with a frown.

"I... I miss you." He said finally with his head down and his chest heaved. "I miss you so much."

This is where your heart broke and you couldn't even keep your composure anymore. You hugged Peter and you hugged him tight. You hugged him like how you wanted to hug him the day you found out that he was one of the victims of the Snap. You hugged him like he would dust away again. You hugged him like he would leave you again, but this time not come back. And you cried. Oh, you cried like you should have when you first saw him again. You cried as you were finally getting the closure you wanted. It was five years, but you had him in your arms again and you couldn't be more grateful. "I miss you, too."

"First I lost Mr. Stark and now you..." he began crying harder now. He drops to his knees on the floor and his face goes to your lap.

"That's not true. I'm right here." I told him holding him tighter.

"But you're not mine anymore. You're his... and it only seems like just a few months ago you were at my house and we were playing video games and listening to music." Peter said getting his voice more.

"But it wasn't a few months ago. It's been years, Peter." You tell him stroking his hair.

"I know... but... it's just not fair!" he says gripping the fabric of your dress around your thighs tight in his balled fists.

"I know, I know it's not fair." You tell him as more tears fell from your eyes.

"If... if he wasn't there... If you weren't getting married, would you wait for me?" he asked quietly. You pressed your lips together. This was a very heavy question. It wouldn't change the outcome of how things were now no matter how you answered, but it could change the way Peter thought about things and how your relationship would be from here on out. You had to answer carefully. Either he could be angry with you and refuse to have contact with you, or he could have a false sense of hope and closure all depending on how you answered his question. You just hated to see him so upset and you wanted to give in, but you also could not lie to him either. If you ever loved him then you would not lie to him, even now.

"No, Peter." I told him gently petting his hair. His body tensed at the words. "Look at me."

He didn't move, so you shifted your body away slightly and lifted his chin up, so he would look at you. "Peter, I want you to listen to me. I want you to really hear what I am trying to tell you."

He looks at you with his tear stained face, but he does what you ask. "What happened to us is cruel and unfair, but it did happen. This whole situation is hard to swallow and seeing you like this kills me. Seeing your face for the first time when you came back and realizing you didn't grow up with me was one of the hardest things I had to come to terms with because I immediately realized that we couldn't work. I think it was even harder for me when I realized that when you came back, you had no idea what had happened and you thought we were still together like always. I found it difficult when I saw the reality hit you when you looked at me for the first time at Tony's funeral. I still care deeply for you, but you are still a child, Peter. You blipped. I didn't. I mourned and moved on. I know that when you become in your twenties it won't really be a big deal anymore with the age gap, but that's nearly 10 years of my life waiting for you. That's 10 years of my life halted and stagnant. That's also nearly 5 years of your life wasted waiting on me when you also need to move on. I'm sorry, but it won't be healthy if you wait for me."

He doesn't say anything for a long while. He just sets his head back down in your lap as he thinks over what you just told him. I don't mind, however. You said what you had to. You couldn't lie to him. It wasn't the adult or right thing to do. You had to just rip the band aid off. It seemed we sat there for a while. I knew the others were giving us our privacy. We all knew this dinner was really just to break the news to Peter that our relationship wouldn't work and hoping we could still be okay afterwards.

"Do you love him?" he asked quietly, his voice breaking a bit.

"Yes." You answered back.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"But... not the same way..." he sighed.

"...No... not in the same way." You tell him gently.

"I... I suppose that's okay." He muttered, even if he didn't like his own answer.

"Thank you, Peter." You say with a smile looking down at him.

"For what?" he asks looking up at you.

"For understanding, for not being angry, for being a good person, for doing the right thing for yourself and I, ... and for just giving me some of the best moments of my life being with you." You tell him happily.

"O-oh. No problem." He says now getting back up off the floor and going to his feet.

You follow suit. His face was still tear stained, but he didn't have complete dread in his eyes anymore.

"It's going to take a while for me to get over you." He says looking at the ground.

"I know it will because it took me awhile. (f/n) was very patient with me." You tell him before thought came into her head. "Peter, I know this is too soon, but may I point you in a direction of people to consider giving a chance?"

"Um... okay?" He didn't seem too comfortable, but he was open to hear what she suggested.

"You know Michelle Jones that was in our class, right? I believe she just went by MJ."

"MJ?" Peter thought taking it into consideration.

#spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #xreader #infinity war #endgame #marvel #tony stark #black widow #steve rogers #hawkeye

[easyimagines]

Oh my gosh, I'm in love with that!! Would you mind doing a modern AU with Gene where he's working in the ER and the reader comes in with patient, I'm not picky. Maybe some fluff though? Warning you I'll probably keep requesting stuff, but I'll try and calm myself down some haha. Thanks!💕

I am not at all proud of how long it took me to get to this request and I am so sorry. I plan to do a part two, though, if that helps at all. Thank you so much for you patience and I hope you enjoy. Also, if you do have more ideas, feel free to send in. I don’t know when we’ll get them, but I promise we will at some point. -Eugene 

“Eugene,” Renee summoned. “You’re needed in room five.” 

“Got it. Get Spina prepped for OR. Miller in seven’s got an appendix threatening to burst.” Eugene opened the door to room five. “What’s the story?” he asked. 

Y/N looked up from the sobbing 10 year old brother in their lap. “I went inside for two minutes to grab him a hoodie and when I came back he was sobbing and fell out of the tree in our backyard. I think his arm is broken.”

“Well, my brothers an’ I’ve had our fair share o’ broken limbs from jumpin’ outta trees an’ such playin’ superheroes.” Gene washed his hands quickly before sitting down on the stool. “I’m Doc Gene Roe, by the way. Now let’s get a look a’ your arm, huh?” 

A few seconds after Gene touched the boy’s arm he stopped crying. “I gotta feel ‘round a little ‘fore I can send ya down to get an x-ray, m’kay? The second somethin’ hurts you tell me, alright?” 

“Okay.” The boy nodded, eyes still brimming with unshed tears. 

Gene’s hands were gentle yet firm. Any time he added a little pressure, he’d look up and watch the boy’s face. Gene tapped around gently and stopped the second the light in his eyes changed. 

“I found the break but it’s gotta x-rayed ‘fore I set it so I can make sure.” Gene got up and washed his hands again. “I can walk you down; we’re slow enough t’day.” 

Y/N took Y/B’s hand and followed the almost blue haired doctor. 

“Doc Gene?” Y/B reached for the doctor’s attention. 

“Yeah?”   

“D-do you have magic?” he sniffled. 

Gene chuckled. “Why?” 

“My arm doesn’t hurt as bad as it did before.” He sniffled again. 

“A magician never reveals his secrets, Y/B.” Gene smiled when the ten year old held his hand with smaller, unbroken one. It wasn’t long before the trio were outside the x-ray. “M’kay, now N/Y an’ I gotta wait out here but we’ll be here when you’re all set. My friend Merriell can make ya laugh too, don’ worry.” 

Y/N kissed the boy’s forehead. “The doctor and I’ll be right here, okay? We’ll get ice cream once we’re okay to go.” 

The door to the x-ray lab opened and a tanned skinned man was there. “‘Ey cous’,” he greeted Gene and the latter waved. “Gotta get an x-ray?” he asked Y/B. “It won’t take ten minutes and it won’t even hurt. Ready little buddy?” Merrielle closed the door behind them so Y/N and Gene waited. 

“I don’t think I saw a nut allergy in Y/B’s record.” Gene broke the couple minutes of silence. 

“Nope. He’s not allergic to anything,” Y/N confirmed. “Why?” 

Gene reached in his lab coat pocket and pulled out ¾ of a chocolate bar. He broke off two of the little planks and held it out to Y/N. “Always makes me feel better.” 

“Thank,” Y/N giggled as she took it. Gene broke off another and took a bit as he put the bar back in his pocket. “How did you stop his arm from hurting? He hasn’t been given anything for pain.” 

“I’m half Cajun an’ my gran’ma is a faith healer. Prays over people an’ she cures ‘em. She taught me some prayers before. Combine Cajun faith healing with modern medicine…” 

“Is she why you become a doctor?” 

“Partly.”

***

Half an hour later, Gene was almost done wrapping Y/B’s arm in a green cast. He was swinging his legs a little, happily sucking on a lollipop Merriell had given him. 

“In my class,” Y/B started, “we have to talk about why we want to have a job. Why’d you wanna be a doctor?” 

“Hm… My grandma's a kind of doctor an’ that’s important. The other reason… I was in the Airborne- a medic. When I got home, I missed helpin’ people so much I wen’ ta college so I could keep doin’ it.” 

“What’s the Airborne?” 

“We go to a sorta Boys’ Scout like camp for a couple weeks and learn how ta jump outta airplanes.” 

“I wanna jump out a plane.” He said excitedly. 

Gene chuckled and Y/N smoothed down Y/B’s hair before kissing the top of his head. “Let’s get your arm healed up before we sign you up for boot camp, okay?” 

“So, you’re gonna wanna set an appointment for about two weeks down the line to make sure it’s healin’ well.”

“Thank you so much,” Y/N smiled. I think you’re the only doctor Y/B hasn’t tried to kick.” 

“Little kids are different. Just gotta know how ta talk to ‘em is all.” Gene took out his chocolate again and gave two of the planks to Y/B. “Stay outta trees till you get that cast off, hm? Don’t wanna scare Y/N more.”

***

“Gene!” Renee smiled, “They’re still here, you know. You can’t date a patient but there aren’t regulations against the family of a patient.” 

Gene thought a second. “Wh-”

“Gift shoppe.” 

Gene took off down the hall, faster than a walk but slower than a jog. “Y/N,” he called. 

“Doc Roe?” 

“Gene,” he took a second to correct. “Do you wanna go to dinner sometime?” 

Y/B tugged on their sleeve. “Do it,” he whispered. 

Both adults laughed. “I’d love to. How about tomorrow night? Gives me time to find a sitter.” 

“I get off at 17:45- 5:45- I’ll pick you up for 6:15?” 

“Sounds perfect.”