#and over a year later you still wont see why it hurt

[selfundiagnosed]

&&the mental gymnastics they do to sleep each night without a guilty conscience so they can convince themselves their disgusting behavior is justified toward you🤥

#weird but creative lies #oddly specific enough to be believable lies #the reality of your actions & lack thereof are SO painful youd rather convince yourself of a lie to make you feel better #i am DYING to know what other lies you tell your loved ones about me haha #but the fact that someone who trusted your word snitched on you and told me your weird idea of smearing my name thru the mud #and with what you lied about its clear it comes from a place of deep insecurity of what you know im telling other people you did to ne #idk the parallels between me talking abt my lived experience with you as a close friend vs what you told your family im saying about THEM? #just own up to your wicked good ability to displace blame and make me look like a crazy person #oh youre telling everyone i put you in danger?! #i need to put you in more danger and make you look like your word is paper thin! #see theyre calling random people theyve never met nazis!! obviously i did nothing wrong not telling you i brought one to your house #you are so sick ive been wrestling for over a year since i found out #for you to take how uncomfortable that made me feel knowing you had a chance to tell me and didnt #and over a year later you still wont see why it hurt #but I understood why you didnt tell me so i trief to ask for spacr to heal our relationship and you snaked around that boundary #and tried to manipulate the people AROUND ME into forgiving you before i was ready #everyone does things to other humans that fuck them up. it does not reflect you. what reflects you as a person is how you handle it #and youre just burying your head in the sand acting like youre above it

[bellawoso]

I Know Places

Ona Batlle x fem!reader

You and Ona had always been rivals, whether it was national rivals, or club rivals, you always seemed to end up on opposing sides in women’s rival teams.

England vs Spain. Barcelona vs Lyon. And now Manchester United vs Manchester City. With both you and the Spaniard playing for Manchester teams in the WSL, it allowed for you two to see more of each other and eventually extended your rival status to being friends ever since a bad tackle from the brunette, and a follow on instagram from her later that night.

After some casual chatting and the occasional comment on each other’s instagram posts, the defender soon asked you on a date, you were nervous to say the least, but the date went well and after a few more you were quick to start dating.

Being together for over a year now, and being able to live with each other, your relationship was going well. Escaping the prying eyes of fans and photographers was hard, but you and Ona managed. Together.

Until at the end of the season, over dinner Ona told you about Barcelona’s offer for her, it was no surprise the team wanted her back, Ona was well known for her amazing defending in the WSL, so obviously Barça had their eyes on her.

Although you were happy for her, it still hurt, knowing that there would be a sea keeping you two apart, but the both of you were sure that you could do it.

After she left for Spain, you watched every single one of her matches, and she did the same for you. Even after moving teams, she would still never say the dreaded words of ‘Manchester being blue’, which never failed to make you laugh.

Until a few months later, you recieved a call from your manager wanting to discuss potential transfers, you brushed him off quickly saying how you wanted to stay at Manchester City, until you received an email later that night, with a list of all club offers.

One caught your eye, the club offering you the most money was ironic. Real Madrid.

Barcelona’s biggest rival, Camp Nou selling out every time a Barcelona vs Real Madrid match was scheduled.

You immediately called your manager, telling him to accept Real Madrid’s offer, it was a great team, and you had met a few of their players before.

After speaking to your manager, you wondered how exactly you were going to tell Ona about your transfer in the January window, and settled on a simple phone call to break the news to her.

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Ona was currently at a team bonding night, which were now currently just an excuse to crash at Alexia’s, watch movies and eat all night.

However, recently the brunette had been missing you more than usual, she longed to hold you tight again, and missed the privilege of living with you instead of in a different country.

So when her phone rang, she couldn’t resist waiting until getting home to answer it.

Unbeknown to you, the team already knew about your two’s relationship, after Patri catching Ona watching edits of you, but Ona cut of her teasing by saying ‘She has a right to’, which gave away the fact that you were dating.

“Hola amor” Ona greeted you.

“Hola baby, I have something I need to tell you” you said, your voice sounding serious made Ona sit up straight in her seat, catching the attention of her teammates, who mouthed ‘Que?’ (what?) at her in confusion.

“What’s wrong amor, is everything okay?” Ona asked, worried about your clear state of nervousness.

“No, no nothings wrong Oni, I just thought I would tell you that I’m moving clubs.”

“That’s great, where to amor?” Ona was excited now, the thought of you moving to Barcelona to be with her, like before except this time on the same side for once.

Her teammates had caught on now, excited at the prospect of you joining the team, you were a great central midfielder, Ona offer insisted on watching your games at movie nights if they were live, so many of her teammates were aware of how useful you would be on the team.

“Uh, that’s the thing, promise you wont be mad?”

“Why would I be mad amor? I would never mind wherever you go.” Ona and her teammates were confused now, and Ona was trying to think of the possible clubs you would go to that she would be mad at, however she didn’t realise she was kidding the most obvious one.

Lucy mouthed ‘Lyon’ at her from across the sofa, and most of the girls nodded in agreement.

“Real Madrid.”

“Que?! Real Madrid! Joder!” (What?! Real Madrid! Fuck!)

This caused an outburst amongst her teammates, who were also in just as much shock as Ona about your news.

You let out a laugh at your girlfriend’s antics “Guess we’re rivals again babe”

Your girlfriend only scoffed in response, and you could just imagine the pout on her face as her teammates chatted around her.

“Guess what?” You asked once again.

“Do I really want to know? Is it better news than what I’ve just heard cariño?”

“The first match I play is against you at Camp Nou!” You said excitedly.

Ona only groaned in response.

“I can’t wait to put a few goals past you as well” you said cheekily, as you heard Ona chuckle.

“You wish amor, at least being with me will soothe the sting of your loss against us”

“I’m sure being with you will just be a bonus when we win babe” you replied whilst yawning.

“Are you tired? Go to sleep amor.” Ona said.

“Mhm, I will speak to you in the morning?”

“Sí, buenes noches cariño.”

“Night Oni” you said before hanging up the call.

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Your signing to Real Madrid was successful, although you were sad to leave your City teammates behind, you were looking forward to playing against your girlfriend again.

As much as your girlfriend hated any colour on you apart from red and blue, she had to admit that the white and gold looked good on you, Alexia had given her a firm warning to not let your relationship affect the game, but Ona didn’t need to hear it. There was no way she was letting you win.

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The game was intense and Barcelona were already 2 goals up thanks to Aitana and Caro, you came on in the 60th minute, returning from a minor muscle injury, ready to make a difference.

The first goal for Real Madrid came from you after only a few minutes on the pitch. Barcelona’s defence were playing high, leaving you able to get past Ona and Ingrid, and then shoot from just outside the box into the top left corner of the net.

Whilst celebrating with your teammates, you caught eyes of your girlfriend, sending her a subtle wink and a smirk, and she returned with a scoff and a shake of her head.

She could not let you past her again.

In the 80th minute, Olga passed the ball to you allowing you to begin running up the wing, however as you were about to send a cross into the box, your legs were swept from under you, your head hitting the ground leaving a ringing in your ears.

Your ankle ached, and the harsh shrill of the whistle only worsened your growing headache.

“Come on amor, get up for me por favor.” You rolled onto your back to reveal Ona stood above you, worry evident all over her face, until in contorted to one of guilt for hurting you.

However at seeing your girlfriend you forgot all about the foul she just committed on you, and instead sent her a toothy grin, which she chuckled at, before helping you up and whispering a quick apology into your ear.

Ona accepted her yellow-card graciously, and you were awarded with a free kick, which you stepped up to take.

The free kick went just where you wanted it, and immediately found the head of Caicedo, to which she slotted it into the bottom corner, running straight to you to celebrate.

With Barcelona’s recent winnings, the evened out score was unexpected, and it was obvious that many Barça players were getting annoyed, resulting in more dirtier challenges, mainly directed at you.

The game went on into extra time, the referee choosing to give 13 minutes, however it didn’t take long for you to help your team find the back of Barcelona’s net once again, nutmegging your fellow English teammate Lucy, and passing it to Raso, who was able to tap the ball into the goal to put Real Madrid in the lead.

After 4 more minutes of defending from your team, the final whistle blew.

3-2 to Real Madrid, in a sold out Camp Nou stadium.

The win was unexpected after the long list of defeats Madrid has had from Barça, as your teammates went to celebrate with fans, you instead sprinted to your girlfriend who was stood with a defeated look on her face whilst talking to Aitana, Lucy and Keira.

As much as you wanted to hug and pepper your girlfriend in kisses, the fans and cameras would catch it, so instead you settled on shaking her hand and politely asking for a jersey swap with her.

When you successfully retrieved your girlfriend’s jersey, you told her and the others ‘good game’ and told Ona you would meet her at her car, before running off to celebrate with fans.

After signing what seemed like the hundredth jersey, and taking the thousandth picture, you retreated back to the locker room, and got a quick shower before getting dressed.

Your teammates asked you to go to a bar in Barcelona with the Barça team, it was sweet how they all still wanted to celebrate with each other no matter the outcome of the game.

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You got ready at Ona’s house after she drove the two of you there with a hand on your thigh the entire journey home.

After the two of you were ready, and after you had to push your girlfriend off you for the 8th time she tried to keep you home by attempting to persuade you with repeatedly shoving her tongue down your throat, you eventually got to the bar, only an hour late.

The adrenaline still coursing through your veins combined with the shots and drinks you had drank with your teammates, supplied you with the confidence to saunter over to your girlfriend, and sit down in her lap.

Most of the Barça team had chosen to lay of the drinks, they hadn’t won and so didn’t really feel like celebrating too heavily.

This meant that your sober girlfriend quickly noticed your tipsy state and laughed as you sent her a toothy grin, finding her lap very comfortable.

However, as your sweet pecks on her cheeks turned to you trying to now shove your tongue down her throat, the Spaniard was fast to push you back, leaving you pouting whilst waiting for her reason.

“Amor, people could see, remember?”

You replied with a huff and a simple “I don’t care!” And the continued your assault on her neck, to which she pulled you off her lap completely, leaving you whining at the loss of contact.

“Amor, not here!” Ona scolded playfully.

“I know places baby, no one would see!”

Ona only shook her head at your statement, she was not going to go any further than kissing whilst you weren’t 100% sober.

“We should probably get back, I want you to spend your last day tomorrow with me instead of hungover in bed amor”

As drunk as you were, you registered Ona’s words and agreed with her, so you let the brunette defender lead you to her car, as she took you back to hers.

———

You did not remember much from last night, your splitting headache and sore limbs only an indication of how much you had to drink last night before Ona took you home.

You reached for your phone, and were shocked to see thousands of notifications from instagram.

Opening the app, you only laughed in response to what you saw, the candid photo someone had taken was beautiful and captured the love both you and Ona felt for each other.

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barcafanupdates

y/n yl/n and ona batlle spotted at bar in barcelona last night.

liked by user1, user2 and 68,783 others.

comments:

user1: they’re so cute together

user2: rivals?! I want this now!

user3: stop this is so funny- the fact they’ve only ever been on rival teams.

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yourusername

although it was nice hidden, i guess it’s now time for the world to know your mine

tagged: onabatlle

comments:

onabatlle: amor, te amo ❤️

mapileon: I guess I can tolerate a *gag* Madrid player for Ona.

-> ingridengen: Mapi! Be nice.

user4: and they were rivals…

user5: them casually making out in a bar after Madrid defeated Barça is my Roman Empire 😭

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#Spotify #barcelona femeni #barcelona femeni x reader #woso #woso community #woso fanfics #woso x reader #aitana bonmati #mapi leon #mapi león #ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #lucy bronze #keira walsh #alexia putellas

[h4venpha]

i think i find comfort in vashwood because of their unwillingness to say outloud how they care and love for one another. like CANONLY, theres so, so much they dont say, yet their actions reflect everything.

i’m pretty sure i’ve spoke on this before but i like to think that they never say more than they need to because of the world they live in, the type of people they are, the type of upbringings theyve had. it all stems back to them not really feeling worthy of the love they are offered.

wolfwood who only thinks of himself as some fucked up modified killing machine and that he believes theres no chance someone as kind hearted as vash would see the good in him, or what little there is left of the good in him. he’s done nothing but kill, he could never redeem himself, and yet vash isn’t scared nor shuns him for it even with his pacifistic ideals.

vash who has seen the brutal truth of wolfwood’s being and still decides he loves him to the very end.

vash who doesnt believe he deserves any ounce of love or commitment because he only hurts those he gets close to. it’s happened before and itll happen again, like hes a walking time bomb and everything will blow up again and the people close to him will die no matter what he does. and wolfwood who canonly sticks beside him until the end! literally calls himself his guide.

vash who has never had true companionship in his 150 years of living, and wolfwood who follows him to the ends of gunsmoke.

just up until vol10, theyre still toeing the line of the relationship theyve created. but the exact moment vash shows up and chooses to prioritize wolfwood over going after knives (the fucking thing he’s been working towards since the big fall, over a hundred years ago) is the moment he steps past that line. its so extremely open and explicit, even wolfwood asks him ‘why are you here?”

while what he says here is true yes, it also sounds like “you cannot die, i’m here to ‘save’ you because i want to live.”

then to this when wolfwood knows and accepts he will die— the sheer HORROR on vash’s face when he realizes wolfwood wont allow him to save him.

few pages ahead, vash’s monologue starts and these old panels come up. “deep down, he had become very close to me.” basically implying that back then, during the ‘shoot’ moment, they weren’t really close. and when vash accused him: “you’re the coward here.”, “you give up all hope so easily”, it was almost surface level in a way? talking to him at surface level

but now, so many chapters later when wolfwood really does give up hope, vash, with all of his developed love through out the story realizes how differently he feels now. wolfwood made him put a fucking gun to his head (giving up hope), and vash who only scolded and accused him, vs vol10 where when wolfwood gives up hope, vash feels straight terror, that he’s really going to lose him. (also the inverted panel is just so gorgeous.)

the whole “isnt that right, wolfwood?” just proves my entire point that vash’s presence here in this fight steps over the line of vulnerability they had created. he knows how he feels, and he knows that wolfwood feels the same, even if hes speaking to him indirectly.

#im just rambling #okay #i dont know where i was going. w it #no fics u only get vashwood rambles sodrry #vashwood #vashwood angst #trigun maximum #trigun maximum wolfwood #trigun maximum vash #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #vash angst #wolfwood angst #h4venpha

[sturnsgirl]

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ CLINGY

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IN WHICH Matt thinks Y/n has been too 'clingy'?

a/n- this Is ass i'll make up for it i swear

ೀSTURNSGIRLೀ

Y/N POV

Matt has been so distant with me recently. I feel like he's starting to loose his love for me?

He's out with Nick and Chris getting food because Chris was hungry and I'm not gonna lie I was too but I didn't want to ask due to how matt had been acting and I didn't want to annoy him more.

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Matt Ml 💕🫂

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -do you want food?

no thanks baby.❤-Y/n

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -k.

seen by y/n

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'k.'? He never says that. what did I do.

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MATTS POV

I reply to Y/n's text before pulling up to the window so Nick can order.

Look I love my girlfriend, shes my everything but honestly I dont like pda and sometimes I just need space.. from her..

I love spending time with her dont get me wrong its just..sometimes shes all over me it feels like. We both are huge on physical touch but recently its too much..

As Nick finishes I pull up to the window and pay for our food before heading back home.

MINI TIME SKIP

Once we arrive home I leave my food on the counter heading to my room to change into something more comfortable seeing a piece of paper on my bed with blue pen ink with writing that read-

"I went somewhere else baby, sorry for what ever I did. I didn't want to text you to annoy you so i just left this. I'm sorry my love. I love you."

Shit. what did I do.

I set the paper down running out my room past Chris and Nick who were confused as i got my phone out to call y/n instantly.

Ring

Ring

Ring

'Your call has been sent to voice mai-'

"fuck." I whisper. I had to find her before she hurt herself. The only place i could think of besides her house was this park we went to as kids. where she would always go.

I sped past every sign to get there as quick as I could and once I arrive to no ones surprise she was there. Sitting at the top at the opening by the slide. Getting out the car running up the stairs of the playset up to my beautiful girl who was crying her soul out before seeing me.

I stood still. frozen.

"Matt im.. so sorry!" She says hugging my legs on the floor sobbing and sniffling.

I immeditly get down to hug her

"Oh sweetheart.. im so sorry y/n please dont cry baby its my fault! you didnt do anything!" I say holding her in my arms.

"Matt what did I do? why have you been like this recently?!" I say sniffling and sobbing

"Im sorry y/n its just i love you but I felt like you were too close and all over me! and I havent really been a big fan of pda so I just have been.. avoiding you! im so sorry!" I force out quickly.

"oh.. i-im so sorry! I wont be like that anymore 'm sorry!" I breath out

"No! its okay baby you didnt do anything!" I comfort

"c'mon princess lets go home" I say picking her up.

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ONE WEEK LATER.

Y/N'S POV

After what matt told me at the park ive been keeping my distance giving him space and not all over him especially in public. but one thought that ran my head repeadilty was 'did he not like how i acted this whole time for a whole year almost two years?'.

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Matt Ml 💕🫂

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -Hey babyy

Hi ml-Y/n

Matt Ml 💕🫂 -come over? nick wants to host some move night thing.

sureee-Y/n

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Arriving at the triplets house I enter seeing that Madi,nate,larray,nailea, and some other friends were there as well.

walking in greeting everyone matt comes out his room in a black wifebeater and grey sweatpants. ((nutted))

"Hey Maaa!" he says excitedly going to grab my waist but I turn the other way to say hi to madi who I hadnt said hi to before.

"hey madi, hey matt" I say hugging madi then looking at matt.

"HEY MOVIES STARTING C'MON!!" Nick yells

Walking to the couch, Matt sitting down next to Nate. All the spots were taken now.

"C'mere baby" matt says patting his lap.

"uh- no its okay i'll just sit on the floor" I say smiling as matts smile drops.

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The movie had finally ended and everyone gets up ready to leave. once everyone says their goodbyes I go into matt's room to grab my hoodie I had left here so I could go home. Just as I was about to walk out of Matts room he walks in.

"where you going baby?" He asks

"home?" I say giggling

"no" he says and before I can speak he grabs my waist and pushes me in his room closing his door while doing so.

He lays me on his bed laying on my stomach

"all right y/n now tell me whats wrong.." Matt asks

"Nothing? you said you needed space so thats what im giving you" I say softly

"Fuck.. no y/n! i dont want space baby i was just going through something with nick and chris that week and i took it out on us, you! im sorry sweetheart i didnt mean any of that shit! i wanna show you off. show everyone your mine baby i love you!" he says on the verge of tears. sitting up and pulling me on his lap facing him.

"Im sorry baby. i just thought i was too clingy so i just-"

He cuts her off. His girl- clingy? thats what he made her think and that was so far off. he felt awful. his girl was far from that.

"Clingy? no baby no im so sorry your not that at all my love dont think that at all listen i love you and from now on i want you all over me anywhere anytime okay?" he says.

I simply nod as he grabs the back of my neck pulling me into a soft kiss.

"i love you Matt."

"i love you too y/n"

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo smut #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fluff #fluff

[vixialuvs]

FLOWERS IN DECEMBER !

୨୧. pairing - yang jungwon x reader

୨୧. CW - angst to fluff. hurt/comfort, yelling, established relationship, non!idol jungwon, you go to the same uni and live tg, suggestive at the end

୨୧. summary - you and jungwon get into an argument, and he accidentally raises his voice and yells at you, causing you to start crying.

୨୧. a/n - this is lwk really bad guys i’m sorry…

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december 20 was supposed to be just a normal day for you and your boyfriend of 3 years, jungwon. it was just another day of you overworking yourself at home, while he’s out with his friends. you don’t even check the time, too busy trying to understand punnett squares to care. the sun slowly disappears, leaving you to turn on a lamp so you can see the papers infront of you. your phone gets a call, but it is on do not disturb, so you wont see it.

two hours later, now one am, the entire dormitory silent, and here you are, still working. you are running on five cups of coffee and two oreos, but are starving and so tired. suddenly the door to your dorm opens, you can hear it through the thin walls but don’t get up because you already know its jungwon. you feel too dizzy to even move, just returning to your work. he comes into your shared bedroom, looking upset and worried.

“y/n? i was calling you. why didn’t you pick u—” he pauses in his sentence when he sees you hunched over your desk, taking notes on some stupid biology video. “y/n. we talked about this, okay? you can’t keep doing this, its so frustrating.. please. im worried about you. have you even eaten?” he says, his voice involuntarily getting stern.

you look up at him, letting out a soft sigh as your tired eyes meet his annoyed ones. “i’ve eaten a couple oreos. i’m fine, won. just.. go to bed okay?” you mutter, not wanting to argue with him. he isnt having it and snatches your pen out of your hand, earning an immediate “hey!” from you. he glares at you, actually getting mad you are doing this to yourself. “y/n a couple oreos isnt good enough. you need to be eating more then that. i’m not going to bed unless your coming with me.” he sounds pissed.. it makes you slightly nervous but you stand your ground.

you get up and off your chair, now standing infront of him as you cross your arms over your chest. “give me my damn pen.” you say defiantly, beginning to also get defensive but keeping your voice at a normal level. jungwon, however, is not as patient as you. his voice gets a bit higher, just ever so slightly. “no. your going to bed. now. i’m tired of this bullshit.” he protests, gripping your pen.

“jungwon come on, stop it. i’m almost done.. just-” you start, but he cuts you off. he really doesn’t mean to and doesn’t want to hurt you but raises his voice significantly. “no! stop it! just COME TO BED! i’m sick and tired of your shit, y/n! i already fucking told you! just stop this! god!” he shouts, but pauses and feels the instant regret once he sees you tense up and start to visibly tremble. he takes a step toward you and you take a step back.

“y/n, sweetheart, please baby.. i didn’t mean to yell.. i’m so sorry.. what are you doing..?” his voice is quiet now and his eyes are filled with fear as he watches you grab a pillow and a blanket from the closet and leave the room. he follows you like a scared puppy and his eyes go wide once he sees you setting up camp on the couch. he slumps against the wall and sighs quietly, deciding to try and give you space.

that night he lays restless in your bed, laying on the side you should be on, but you are passed out on the couch. he needs you in his arms, unable to even sleep without you, so he gives up trying to leave you alone and makes his way to the living room where you lie, asleep. he kneels down at your side and gently lifts you into his arms, bridal style, careful to not wake you. he brings you back into the bedroom and lays you on the bed, crawling in beside you. he immediately turns your sleeping body over and buries his face in your neck, his arms wrapping tight around you as he almost instantly drifts off.

in the morning, you are the first to wake, noticing you aren’t on the couch anymore, and instead in your bed, jungwon completely sprawled on top of you. he’s hugging you with an iron grip, as if you’ll leave if he loosens up. you sigh, remembering the events of last night, your head falling back on the pillow. your hand comes up to caress his hair, waiting until he stirs so the two of you can talk. eventually, he does, burying his head further into your neck and mumbling your name, his lips ghosting across your sensitive skin. you tilt his chin up to look at his face, which looks stressed and you can tell he was crying last night while he held you, dried tears on his cheeks.

“i’m so sorry my baby. i didn’t mean to yell at you. i’m just so worried about you and i want you to take care of yourself. i don’t think you understand how much i love you, sweetheart. i love you more then i love myself. i’d seriously take a bullet for you. please forgive me, y/n. i’ll make it up to you honey, i swear.” he says quietly, his voice laced with sleep, as he lays his head on your chest and caresses your neck. you let out the smallest sigh and kiss his head.

“you know i can’t stay mad at you ever, won. i forgive you. i’m sorry for always being a pain in your ass, always worrying you and being stubborn when you try to help me. i’ll be better, okay? i pinky promise.” you softly intertwine your pinkies and kiss it, giving him the tiniest smile. he sits up on you and leans down to kiss your lips, with a sudden fervor. it makes you whine with need, the way his touch feels so apologetic as he gently parts your thighs, nestling himself between them as he kisses down your stomach.

“let me make it up to you, yeah?” he murmurs, looking up at you with a knowing smirk, lust prevalent in his gaze.

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@vixialuvs . don’t steal my work !

#jungwon x reader #jungwon #enhypen x reader #enhypen #yang jungwon #yang jungwon x reader #enhypen x you #jungwon x you #jungwon x y/n #enhypen jungwon #enha x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon scenarios #jungwon comfort #jungwon fluff #enhypen fluff #enha fluff

[jackmanbj]

trick or treat!

summary: you and jack take your 2 year old to trick or treat but she gets more candy then you thought and you and jack get into an argument about if you need to take some away or not.

“you really to go baby?” your 2 year old daughter excitedly shook her head yes “ok baby how about you go get daddy and tell him to come on so we can go?” “ok mommy!”

sarija ran to the living room where she knew jack was to find him sitting on the sofa putting on his 550’s “daddy hurry!!” “mama wait please daddy has a headache” “oh no..” you daughter ran back to you “mommy daddy has headache? he ok?” “yes baby i’ll go check on him you wanna come?” she shook her head no while you walked over to jack.

“you ok baby?” “my fucking head hurts” “do you still want to go trick or treating with us?” “yea of course” “ok i’ll go get you some pain medicine stay put.”

you came back to jack talking to sarija while she was giggling “im back, now lets hurry this up so we can go hhm?” “yes mommy!!” jack took the medicine and sarija told jack yo bed down so she could kiss his head “feel better??” “yes princess thank you! you kisses always make me and mommy feel so much better!”

eventually you all had left the house and were on your way to your first house “now what do you say when you get the candy?” “thank you!” you gave your daughter a high five “good girl” at the first house jack went up to the door with her while you stated back at the driveway.

“trick or treat!!” “hi missy! what are you?!” “minnie mouse!” sarija put her hand over her mouth and giggled “ok well i have something extra special for you!” the house owner gave her a huge minnie mouse lollipop “thank you!” “of course!” jack and sarija started walking back to you.

“show mommy what you got princess!” “i not princess today! i minnie!” “ok minnie, show mommy what you got!” you daughter took out the huge lollipop and showed it to you “thats awesome! but baby you need to apologize to daddy, you yelled at him that could hurt his feelings baby, right?” “yes.. im sorry daddy” “thats ok bug.”

you were headed to the 8th house of the night, it was 9:30 and your feet were starting to hurt being as though your costume needed you to wear high heels.

“jack i think im gonna head home, you ok by yourself?” “yea mamas” “ok baby, come home when its to much candy, no going over the limit, im serious” “i got you baby”

you had made it back home and ended up playing some music while cleaning the kitchen, your bedroom, and sarija’s room, you took out sarija’s pajamas and placed them on top of her dresser while you headed back to your room to take a quick 10 minute shower thinking jack should be on his way back with half a bag full of candy.

after 45 minutes of you waiting jack walked through the door with a full bucket of candy and a smaller bag of candy.

“uhm thats way over her limit jack!” “baby its fineee, it’s halloween!” “yea mhm, we’re going to talk later” “fuck!” “JACKMAN!” “DADDY!” “WHAT??” “you said bad word!” “sorry princess, wont happen again!”

you started bringing your daughter to the bathroom and putting her into the bathtub and cleaning her off.

by the time you were done she was good and tired.

“mommy i sleepy..” “ok baby lets go to bed” you took her yo her room putting the clean pajamas on her you had laid out earlier, tucking her in and kissing her goodnight.

you walked out of the room to find jack sitting on the sofa scrolling on his phone.

“jackman bedroom now” you said walking past him, you head jack huff and get up.

“why would you let het get that much candy?” “baby its halloween, its not like were giving it to her all in one day.. its going to take her like 5 months to eat all that” “dont care, your missing my fucking point” “whats your point?” “if i were out there with yall the whole time you would have stopped halfway, you disrespected my wishes” “baby, j really dont see this as a big deal” “its not a big deal but j.. you just went against everything i made rules about, if you keep this up shes going to think whatever i say doesn’t matter, like what her monma says doesn’t matter because daddy said something else, if you would have called me and just simply asked me if you could stay out longer and get more candy i wouldn’t mind, yall had daddy daughter time but stop disrespecting me, understand?” “understand.”

you turned over laying on your pillow falling under the blanket as you felt jack come wrap his arms around you pulling you closer.

“goodnight mamas, your doing so good, great wife, even better mom. i love you” “goodnight baby boy, you doing better, you balanced your work like, made me and sarija your number one prioritys, amazing husband, amazing daddy. i love you.”

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow imagine #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you

[ryuv1i]

Frigid♔Magnanimity꧂

Eustass Kid x Princess!Reader

TW for this chapter: Mentions of death, mentions of decapitation, vulgar language, Kid being a hot dick, torture

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Chapter 2: Frilled scars

…”You know y/n…I once went to this beautiful place, it was a cold yet mesmerising land…there was a soft white blanket of snow and a beautiful waterfall…you could see foxes, deers and other little creatures going near the river to drink water…it’s a pity I didn’t get to visit it fully… I’m so mad I didn’t get out of the carriage and go explore the vast snowy hills myself…” Your mother looked down at you as she held you in her arms…you were just 4 years old… “Y/n…promise me you’ll get out of here and explore this beautiful massive world…it’s a pity I won’t be able to come with you…” Your mother held you close… “Why mommy? Why can’t you come wifh me…?” Your mother’s face slightly sorrowed but she kept her warm smile… you would’ve said so much more if you knew this would be the last conversation you would’ve had with your mother…

Later that afternoon you entered your father’s quarters in a rush. “FATHER WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?! Why would you execute such innocent maids?! On what matter?!” You yelled at his highness. “My orders were clear. He shall be tortured and kept on the brink of death for this decade before his execution. It’s fun to see them in pain. You shouldn’t show him no mercy! He’s a filth to the face of the earth. He’s nothing more then a bandit and rule breaker. I wont have him try and murder me. Nor your younger brother!!” Silence fell over the room before you broke it again. “How could you do this to a human being?! And what about me and Mary…? Do you not care about us too?” You asked… “I could always find another queen. And I wanted sons, sons who can lead and conquer. Not daughters. You’re useless to me. I’ll get rid of you as soon as I find a prince willing to marry you.” Hurt was an understatement…you felt destroyed as you heard these words come from your fathers mouth…you knew he never cared for you the same as your younger step brother but you never would’ve thought he would’ve said it without regret…he was your father…yet he saw you as nothing more then a burden.. “HO—“ a loud slap echoed through the room as your father silenced you. You touched your red cheek and raised your eyes to his. “I DONT WANNA HEAR ANOTHER WORD. If you keep at this I’ll end you with the same fate as your rotten mother.” His eyes bore into you, cold as ice..you pulled yourself together the best you could and left his apartments…you rushed back to your quarters as little droplets of tears fell down from your eyes. A week later you sat at a window in the palace and witnessed as your ladies-in-waiting and other maids were all executed for apparently plotting to kill the king… the only one your father spared was the one closest to you, your best and only friend…Yuki. Her mother was one of the maids killed and she spent that evening sobbing next to you as you comforted her till she cried herself to sleep on your bed…After she finally fell into a deep slumber you went out onto your balcony and stared out at the vast sea, the ocean was calm and the wind felt soft and warm…you felt so horrible you wanted to stab yourself in the chest…you felt guilt. Guilty for the women who were killed for what you’ve done, their blood was on your hands. You yourself broke into a quiet cry…leaning on the railing of the balcony. You felt guilty but you also felt horrible leaving someone to starve…

That night after midnight you made your way back down into the dungeons where Eustass Kid was being held…you walked to the very end of the corridor of cells…in the last cell he was asleep…you made sure he was…at least you were hoping…you were holding a tray with a piece of meat, a few slices of bread and a bowl of soup In one hand and with the other you turned the key in the lock and stepped inside the cell…he was still breathing steadily as you quietly placed the tray down…but as you were about to leave a strong hand grabbed you by the throat and pushed you all the way into the wall..you helped and struggled to breathe, when you opened your eyes again you were met by intimidating amber eyes…it felt as if he was staring right through you. “So you’re the little fucker that’s been bringing me this.” He let go of you and you fell to your knees in a struggle to regain your breath. “The princess eh?” He stared down at you confused. “The fuck…why are you out of all people doing this. Shouldn’t you get ready to meet your fuckin’ prince in shinin’ armour or something?” His tone seemed a little more calm yet his glare still felt as if it was piercing through you… “…You got charged with death for simply setting foot in our kingdom…I don’t understand why…you didn’t do nothing to my father….” You spoke with a hint of anger in your tone aimed towards the king. “I’m a pirate, princess’ I’m an outlaw. And I’m hated for my reputation.” He walked back to the mattress and sat down on it. “I don’t hate you…I mean I don’t really hate pirates…I’ve always wanted to talk to one! So I can hear more about the world and their adventures! I-..I really wanna explore the whole world…” You rest your back against the cold wall of the cell, you were only wearing your nightgown and a brown cloak over it…so it was pretty cold for you… “then just skip over to your father and bat your eyelashes at him and poof you’ll be on a lavish ship surrounded by guards and staff to be at your every need” He rolled his eyes. A few moments of silence were met…you were hugging your knees for a twinge of warmth. “That’s…not true…you might think my life is perfect because I’m a princess…but my father doesn’t even care for me. He sees me as a politic alliance. He wants to marry me off to some king that’s 40 years older then me just because he wants a political alliance with some other kingdom…if it wasn’t for my step mother I would’ve been married off before 16, I’m forced to marry someone who’s chosen for me, birth him as many children as he wants. And for gods sake if I don’t give him a boy I might as well say my prayers. My father killed my mom. Just because she failed to give him an healthy male heir. So he charged her with adultery and she was executed. He barely knew I existed. But after my younger step brother was born he was the light of his life. Kings don’t care for their wives or daughters. A week ago I dared speak up at my father and he threatened to have me face the same fate as my mother. So yeah. Let me go and bat my eyelashes at him.” Your gaze fell to the floor. The only sounds were the droplets of water falling through the cracks of the ceiling before they were met by Kid’s deep voice. “Fine then I’ll kidnap you when I’m outta here.” You raised your eyes at him and raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?” You looked at him confused…”I mean, imagine how much my bounty will go up if I kidnap a damn princess.” He noticed your slightly uneasy aura. “Can her highness not take a damn joke?” He teased. “That isn’t a funny matter. Kidnapping someone isn’t funny.” He rolled his eyes for maybe the 100th time and grabbed the tray of food and started eating…just whilst he was eating you managed to take a look at him properly…he had a lot of wounds…he noticed you staring at him and he whistled to get your attention. “Like watcha see princess’…?” A little pink hue made its way onto your cheeks and you turned away as he laughed at you. After a few more moments of silence you spoke.

“You can go….I mean…I unlocked your cell…I won’t tell anyone…” he finished swallowing the last of the meat, got up, walked over to you, crouched down at your level and flicked your forehead…hard. “Are you stupid? I don’t know where shit is, there must be guards everywhere and I have a sea prism cuff.” He raised his wrist on which was the cuff. He grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you up. “Get the hell out of here. I don’t need a princess to rescue me.” He pushed you towards the cell door and he went back to his mattress and plopped down on it. You didn’t protest and just left…you locked the cell door and ran back down the corridors…you were almost caught but you made it back to your room…after changing into a clean nightgown you got into bed and stared at the ceiling of it…that same feeling you felt there first day you met eyes with him made its way to your chest again…your heart skipped a beat as you thought of his shirtless body again. “What is wrong with me?!” You thought to yourself as you turned onto your right side and hugged a pillow to your chest…after a while you fell asleep that way…breathing steadily whilst your cheeks still with that pink hue on them.

Later that night Kid found himself with the king and two guards in front of his cell. “The fuck you want.” He said with a low growl in his throat. “I don’t think that’s way to talk to the king.” Kid scowled. “I couldn’t give a further fuck.” The king smirked. “So someone keeps bringing you food. Which one of those filthy maids has been doing this.” Kid laid back down on the mattress with his arm under his head. “Maybe it’s a man who knows.” The king’s face fell to anger. “Guards, take him. He’ll end up speaking one way or another. The guards entered his cell but Kid didn’t even flinch. “Yes yes torture me, cuz that’s been working wonders. I hope you fucking know that anything you do to me won’t bring me down you fucker. And one of these days I’ll have a damn knife at your throat.” The guards chained him and took him out of his cell and down the corridor towards the torture chambers.

The next night whilst you were bringing him food you noticed the key to his cell wasn’t working anymore…till you noticed the lock looked new…so they changed the locks…you still could push the tray through the gaps of the bars..but when you took a good look at him you froze…he was bleeding, he had numerous wounds and had dried blood at his mouth nose and in many other places.. “Kid! W-What happened to you?!” You placed the tray down and ran right up against the bars. As she noticed he wasn’t answering she ran back where she came from…Kid then turned his head as he heard her run off, he placed his head back against the mattress and closed his eyes. A few minutes later he heard your steps run back down the corridor, this time you had a lot of bandages and medicinal herbs and tissue…he seemed a bit surprised by this. “Get the fuck out of here. As you said your dad doesn’t care about you so he’ll kill you if he finds you doing this to me!! Leave. Get the fucking hin—-“ “NO! i don’t Care what you have to say. I wont leave till you let me treat you! You might get an infection! Or worse die. So get over here and let me patch you up!” He didn’t move for a few seconds then a sigh left his lips and he went up against the bars so you could reach your hand in between them and patch him up…first you cleaned up his arm(and a half) and bandaged a few scars, then you did his back where he seemed to have a few open wounds as other marks…he slightly shivered when he felt your warm hands against his calloused skin. It was a contrast from the cold scent he got used to…it felt good. After you were done with his back he turned around back to face you…he had a pretty nasty wound on his abdomen and you tended to it…he felt tingly as you were caring for him like that..it was weird he wasn’t used to this, nor did he want to appear weak..after you were done patching him up he snatched the food you brought him and let’s just say that food was disposed of in a matter of seconds… you asked him about what happened and he told you in short detail what your father did last night. As your little conversation lead on you managed to get him to tell you about a few of his adventures…and places he’s been to..you were amazed…till you didn’t realize that it’s been a few hours…by the time you left to go back to your room and sleep it was the crack of dawn…yet you still went to bed…all those places he told you about had you dreaming of visiting them. And it also slightly brought his mind off things as he’d hear you laugh and be interested at his stories…that laugh and smile of yours were white stuck in his head…

Authors note: Sorry that this chapter was quite short, and I’m sorry for the late update but I just moved so I was extremely busy. Also! If you want to be notified when the next part comes out I’m starting a tag list so just comment below if you wanna be added! Also if you ask Kid’s cell bars are the rectangular ones so that’s how reader can reach better through. I hope you enjoyed it and I wanna thank you for all the support! I love hearing your thoughts and asks/requests it just makes me smile! Also my requests are currently open, feel free to ask/request anything you want! Thank you so much!

#eustass kid #eustass x reader #eustasscaptainkid #one piece #one piece eustass #eustass captain kidd #eustass kid x reader #one piece x y/n #killer one piece #killer op #one piece eustass kid #one piece kid #kid pirates #kid op #eustass kid x you #kid x reader #kid x you #kid x y/n

[wheatnoodle]

this has been rolling around in my head for weeks and i need to at least express it so i can maybe get motivation to write it in more detail LMAO

night shift by lucy dacus but steve getting over nancy and being able to move on.

failed relationships and rebounds because he can’t even kiss someone else without gagging. he’s on first dates with heidi or sara or payton or becca or whoever it is this time that never make it to a second because he probably calls them by her name at some point.

scrolling through old texts and love letters and her social media even though he knows he’s just going to find things to hurt himself more than he already is. he wants to scream out loud what a bitch she is and how much she hurt him, but he resists and instead keeps scrolling. he wants to shout at her and leave before she can respond.

steve keeps finding himself in places where he ends up seeing nancy and jonathan together, happy. you’d think with everyone in the city instead of a small town now, they wouldn’t run into each other so much, but the universe seems to just have it out for him. it’s killing robin seeing him so heartbroken too.

it’s only about two months later when he gets a text from nancy asking to meet for coffee so they can talk, even though it’s 6pm so it won’t be light for long.

but, he agrees and she’s sitting at a table by the window in the corner and she looks…beautiful. like she always has. she looks up when he walks over, standing in what looks like a “going for a hug” pose. she stops though when he seems to hesitate and gives a polite smile, holding out a hand to shake instead.

nancy’s already ordered their drinks and someone places them on the table right when he sits. of course she remembered his order.

“so…” he says, a bit awkward, a lot quiet.

“…so…” she responds, except now she won’t look away from her lap. steve waits for her to say something, anything. maybe an explanation as to why she wanted to see him, why now, why here, what did she need to tell him?

so he waits.

and he waits.

…and he waits…

and she still wont say anything. so he puts down his mug, and he does.

“am i just supposed to sit here and watch you stare at your feet?”

she looks up then, eyes wide like she’s been caught. she looks nervous. it almost makes him feel bad for speaking up.

“steve-“

“what was the plan? to what…absolve your guilt? shake hands again?” she doesn’t respond. steve sighs and shakes his head.

“you cheated on me. that’s just how it is. i feel no need to forgive you, but i might as well, because i just want to move on.”

he doesn’t want to be here anymore. he can’t breathe. they only last a bit longer of light chat before he’s checking his watch (it’s only coming up on 7) and rising from his chair. she does too and asks if she can kiss him one last time. he just pays for his coffee, says a quick goodbye, and leaves just as the sun sets.

steve cant see her anymore. never again. never again. he’s so stuck in his head he doesn’t notice it’s coming on 11pm and he’s been walking the whole time until an owl in a tree has him looking up at the now dark sky and street lights. he’s back home around midnight and instantly has robin wrapped around his middle, rambling about how worried she had been. he went to talk to nancy, then just disappeared for hours. not answering texts, calls.

he tells her about everything. what she had said. how she seems to show up everywhere he goes. she holds him close, his head on her chest as they lay on their couch.

he quits his day job, robin does as well, and they end up working overnight shifts at a bar/restaurant. depending on the night, they’re either bartending or waiting the table in the bar area. they sleep during the day, go out at night.

steve stops bumping into her everywhere he goes. they’re on different schedules now. he’ll never be up to a read a sunday paper with her name on it since he’ll have just gotten into bed after a long shift.

a couple years down the line, there’s a band that starts playing at their bar, every friday and saturday nights.

they play a heavy version of california dreamin’ that suddenly throws steve back to kissing nancy in the backseat of his car to this song when they were in high school. steve needs to excuse himself for a smoke break, needs to calm his nausea and his nerves.

he’s out back for about five minutes when the back door opens. he flinches at the sound and backs against the wall, though the man quickly raises his hands up.

“sorry! didn’t mean to scare you. uh, i was lookin’ for a place to smoke. you mind if i join you?” the man says, an apologetic smile playing on his lips. steve’s brain short circuits at the sight of him. this man is GODLY, bro, okay, he’s HOT. AWOOGA. he’s all wild, dark hair and big brown eyes. a smile that has something wicked and sweet hidden in it. he’s tall too, only about two inches taller than steve, but still.

steve’s eyes catch on the light reflecting off his rings. he knows his cheeks are burning. “yeah, yeah that’s um…yeah, that’s fine.”

“cool,” the man says and lights his cigarette. steve goes back to leaning on the wall and sucking his own cigarette. “so, what’s got a pretty thing like you out here all on your lonesome?”

steve may or may not choke on his smoke a little. “needed some air. started…thinkin’ too much. what about you?”

“also, needed a breather. worked up a hell of a sweat up there.” and then it clicks and steve is smacking himself in the forehead.

“you’re in the band!”

“i am! you’re in the bar!”

“i am!”

and steve learns his name is eddie, and eddie starts coming in more than just fridays and saturdays. he won’t even drink, just get a water and stare at or talk to steve.

it takes almost 9 months before they start dating and another few after that before eddie practically moves in with steve and robin.

and he has never felt more loved. eddie who sings in the shower too loud and gives the crispiest bacon strips to robin. eddie who holds him during movies on the couch and covers steve’s eyes if he knows a scene in a horror movie might be too much, even though robin will narrate the whole thing. eddie who strokes his hair and rubs his back until he falls asleep and brings him everywhere he goes.

and songs that he once dedicated to nancy are now for eddie and all the new ones that come along are all for eddie too.

and he moves on, and he never sees her again.

#stranger things #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #nancy wheeler #steddie au #steddie #steve harrington au #robin buckley au #eddie munson au #stranger things au #stranger things fic #steddie fic #stobin

[bisexuallsokka]

ok hello i have found that i have no choice but to introduce you to my "divorced zukka but slightly to the left" headcanon for a modern au. basically, a pre-transitioned zuko and sokka have a one night stand at the end of their senior year of high school, and never speak again. roughly six years later, sokka is starting his job at an elementary school (not a classroom teacher, like technology or something) and meets izumi, who is so sweet and cute and i swear thats the face katara makes when she's annoyed, and one day happens to see her dad pick up and huh he looks and AWFUL lot like that person i went to high school with and OH GOD some quick math brings an idea to mind.

So sokka attempts to confront zuko who is very much NOPE DO NOT TALK TO ME, but finally breaks down after a series of shenanigans that def do not involve mild stalking. but only to admit that yes, izumi is sokka's biological daughter, and would like to leave their interactions at that, except sokka has NO interest in SIMPLY leaving it at that because!!! he has a kid!!! that he knew nothing about!!! for six years!!!

zuko very much would like to continue living his life without sokka bc being a single young parent is hard enough but he has a good routine and good relationship with his daughter and he doesnt need this, this, SPERM DONOR to just come in here and mess everything up! the guy hasnt been there the last six years, there is absolutely no reason for his to get involved now!! BUT sokka absolutely would have been there if zuko had only TOLD HIM, but how was ZUKO supposed to know that, and did zuko really think so little of him?? except it was a one night stand and zuko didnt even realize he was a boy until right after and he originally wasnt even planning to keep izumi, and HOW could he have just given up their CHILD without ever even telling sokka about her and given him a CHANCE to take her, and WE WERE JUST KIDS AND HE WAS SCARED-

its complicated. and involves a lot of trying not to shout around izumi, who is just over the moon that her dad and her favorite teacher know each other outside of school. and there's a lot of heartache over sokka having to come to terms with the fact that yeah, hes not izumis parent, and there's only so much he can do without stepping on zuko's toes, and he only wants what is best for izumi, and zuko seeing that maybe sokka really does want to be all in for izumi even if zuko thinks sokka really doesnt fully understand what that means, and would it be such a bad thing? not that either of them are going to admit this to the other.

so it starts with small things, like sokka being allowed to pay child support (which hes been begging to do since day one), and maybe it turns out that zukos new coworker is sokkas friend and they end up at the same party where they can really see each other interact with izumi, and a chunk zuko's summer child care plans for the summer fall apart so sokka offers to babysit since his summer job is remote which feels BIG but also reallyyyyy too convenient to reject,

and then something bigger happens where izumi gets hurt at school and while sokka is blaming himself he's also panicking bc the hospital wont let him stay with her bc hes not an emergency contact so he steels himself and later tells zuko he wants to make his relationship to izumi legal. hes not going to have a custody fight, he would never ask for that, but he wants his name on her birth certificate and wants his name on her list of emergency contacts, and its the first time zuko understand that sokka 100% knows what he's getting into here and is willing to be in this 100%.

So maybe sokka moves into this "uncle sokka" role, because zuko still refuses to tell izumi that sokka is her other dad, and yeah that hurts, but sokka would rather have part of izumi's life if he can't have all of it. and sokka gets a better look inside their lives and discovers that its HARD being a young single parent, why would zuko have risked everything he worked for to mix in some guy he barely knew who might decide that zuko wasn't good enough and take izumi away? and zuko sees the pain sokka has from missing out on so many key moments of izumi's young life, and the more sokka is proving himself as a second parent, the more guilty zuko feels. they go through some shit together and its more and more evident that sokka doesnt just want to be that fun uncle, but he's ready more than willing to be a PARENT even when it means being the bad guy.

and maybe they start falling for each other a little, because they are starting to have this LIFE together and its not just about izumi anymore its the way zuko rolls his eyes and gets the new fancy ice pack out of the freezer when a limping sokka brings izumi back from the park, and its the way sokka makes zuko genuinely laugh after a long day at work, and its like their lives are getting fully intertwined-

except that they arent. and they couldn't. because if sokka decides its too much. because if zukos good favor runs out. if it didnt work out between them. they couldnt do that to izumi. what they have is good, its fine, (even if its not enough) they dont want to risk anything that could disrupt izumi's life. shes the priority. and sure, she's already asking questions about the two of them, but what if they don't work right in a real relationship? the way things are now, either of them could back out, and everyone would eventually be ok. maybe. except every time they think about the possibility, it seems like they are already too intertwined, and either of them trying to untangle would just be a disaster, so imagine if they HAD to untangle, and-

so they just end up in an awkward stage of sad pining. because theres no way it would actually work out. because it would hurt all of them. and their life has never been better, but it's never hurt this much either.

ok so i didnt realize i could still write this long in an ask, but essentially i am not a masochist like you, and they do figure it out in the end. this could happen a number of ways, such as izumi just announcing that yeah this is my dad and his boyfriend, or zukka doing the "pining make outs that we never talk about until one of us snaps and we decide to let ourselves be fucking happy", or a very funny "we both snap and bone for one wonderful night to get it out of our system and then we dont talk about it" which leads to an accidental second baby where sokka and zuko both laugh and say whelp it must be fate lets do this the right way this time.

the most important thing is that they both forget to tell izumi that sokka is her biological father, so teenage izumi is very shocked and upset that shes just had to learn this from something totally mundane like applying for a passport, and sokka and zuko do the spider man finger pointing of "i thought you told her" "no, you were supposed to tell her" "did we really not tell her?" and its absolutely disgusting how cute they are

thanks for coming to my tedtalk

i love every single thing about this! sokka wanting to be a part of izumi's life and help zuko out....zuko being reluctant to accept but eventually seeing how sokka is proving himself.....the limbo period where they are both afraid it could end any moment....TOO GOOD! i love every single option for how they could get together for real like this is my favorite take on modern au divorced zukka by far!!!! <3 <3

#screaming over 'i am not a masochist like you' you got me #thank you SO MUCH for sharing this with me it is seriously amazing!! #i read it last night before going to sleep and then couldnt stop thinking about it for a while LMAO #divorced zukka #michkit #ask me stuff

[indigoblwe]

heyy do you guys ever think about the first few nights after the satosugu breakup

how gojo probably couldnt sleep at all, about how he kept crying alone and quietly, in his room. because now he was alone, at least he thought so, and he was alone in the most painful way possible. because he'd lost geto. and that couldnt have happened. why did it happen? what could he have said? he shouldve paid more attention. he shouldve asked if geto was okay. why didnt he ask? why didnt he tell him he was unwell? they couldve talked, worked it out.

how he keeps thinking: i wanna see suguru. suguru isnt here anymore. we can still fix things. he already decided his destiny. we can talk. he hates me. please, let us talk. he wont ever stop. i just wanna be with you. dont do this to me. come back home. he wont ever come back.

and how his mind keeps looping over these same thoughts, until he couldnt take it anymore, until he couldnt cry anymore. and then, finally, finally he falls asleep.

and do you guys ever think about how, years later, when suguru dies. the next few weeks. gojo keeps having to remind himself: suguru is dead. suguru geto is dead. i killed my best friend. i killed suguru. i want to see him. he is dead. i shouldve tried harder to get him back. he is dead. i miss him. he is dead. please come back. i killed him.

and how later on, when he faces kenjaku, his mind swirls and twists, and his heart aches and yearns: geto is here. no, geto is dead. we can be friends again. this is not suguru. why is he here? i killed him. i killed him. we can be us again. this is not suguru. this is not suguru. this is not suguru. what are you doing with my best friends body. this is my fault. its my fault. this is not suguru. we can never go back.

because i think about it, like, a lot. and it Hurts.

#jjk #jjk spoilers #jjk satoru #jjk suguru #satosugu #satosugu angst #geto suguru #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu geto #they are so SO tragic #seriously oh my god #let them be happy for once please #just once #or else ill never know peace

[senanatheskenana]

I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight

Genshin guys sacrificing themselves to save you. 

TW: major character death, gore, angst.

Kaeya

Kaeya laughs breathily as you pull his head onto your lap. His eyelids are so heavy but he keeps them open just enough to see you. A grin spreads over his face but you can see from his weepy eyes that he is in pain that you could never imagine. 

“I’ve made so many bad choices in life,“ he wheezes.

You look down at him and gently caress his bloodstained cheek, shaking your head, “No, no, no- Kaeya, you- everyone makes bad choices, it wont ever stop me-”

He cuts you off, coughing violently, blood and spit sputtering on his paling lips. “I hurt people, and I lie, and I never apologise”

You whimper, small tears pitter pattering onto his nose from yours. You don’t know what you can say to comfort him. Then you feel a cold hand clutch yours. It shakes as he brings it to his lips.

“But i got one thing right“ he kisses your knuckles, leaving prints of his lips in blood like lipstick, “And that’s enough for me“

And just like that the warmth in his face fades and the pressure around your fingers loosens. You are left mourning, unknowing of the redhaired man nearing you, too late to help you.

Diluc

“Please spare them,“ Diluc shouts from behind you, “They’re innocent! They have no collusion with me.”

He makes stern eye contact with you as if to say ‘don’t say a word’. The man beside you grips your should tightly, making you wince.

“Oh you mean to say that this... person has no link to the crimes? And therefore should not be executed?“ Dottore grins.

Diluc furrows his eyebrows at the horrid man before nodding.

“And in doing so you acknowledge that you are in fact the perpetrator of said crimes... And as such accept to take their place in execution?“ Oh he was having fun with this.

You squirm in his grip but it’s futile.

“And you promise to let them go if i do?“ he asks, eyes quickly glancing at you in concern.

“You have my word,“ the Doctor smirks. Did he really mean that, or was he simply playing with you both.

And like that you are pushed away, into the iron grip of two other fatui members as your lover marches quietly, unquiveringly, towards his awaiting death. 

You are made to watch and the redhead is forced to his knees, arms behind his back as a sword gently skims across his neck mockingly. His eyes close in acceptance but he still worries for you.

“I should not worry about the meddler, Dark Knight Hero. They mean nothing compared to two Ragnvindrs“

Diluc lets out a shaky sigh as he hears you struggling.

“Diluc please- don’t! I love you, please don’t do this for me“

But despite your howls, not a moment later the sword is pulled back before it lunges forward. It cuts your love’s head clean from his body and he falls messily to the ground.

Dottore laughs and plucks the head from the floor. 

“Leave them. They serve no other purpose nor entertainment.“

The Doctor takes his head but the body is left before you, seeping blood into the grass. And you cant find it in yourself to do anything but lay beside him, head on his chest, pretending that nothing had changed; he was fine and you were sleeping like just that morning.

Venti

Venti knew better that to steal the freedom of anyone. So how could you ever expect him to let you die. In his years, he’s never met anyone more deserving of life than you. To even think of you fading away while he persists was a crime to him. 

Which is why, even as you weakly beg him to stop trying, he still continues to throw as much of his life force into you. The divine glow that had once surrounded him grows faint but you feel your lungs begin to reconstruct and the blood start to seep back into your wounds. 

The moment ends suddenly when he collapses against you, wheezing against your chest, now pale and all too tired. He is cold when his shaky hand clasps yours. He tells you, through laboured breaths,

“You deserve to live... to be- to be free. I could no.... not live without you.“

“Please promise me you’ll... try to live without me, (Y/N)“

Albedo

Albedo can feel the skin on his bones flake away like slate as he falls to his knees in front of you. The other Albedo does the same, both afflicted with the same injuries. Both Albedos share an incredulous look at their wounds, coughing up blood. 

One is a golden colour.

Your Albedo clutters to the floor in a heap, turning weakly to face your legs, shaking as you stand there unmoving in shock. 

With no care for himself he asks, “Are you ok?” He knows the answer but he wants to assure himself that he’s done the right thing. 

You hastily shake your head, crashing to your knees, skin scraping agains the cold jagged rocks of the mountain. “No! No I’m not ok- You’re dying Albedo!”

You press a torn piece of fabric against the opening of the sword but he pushes your hands away, knowing it would only make the bleeding faster. He takes your hand.

“Please don’t cry. It’s no use... Just lay with me for a moment... Just a moment.“

You lay beside him, forehead against his, mindful of the hilt pressing agaisnt his chest. 

“Help’s gonna come, i promise.“ you sniffle, kissing his knuckles. They are bone white.

But no matter how long you both lay there no one comes. And you watch in horror as the humanity slips from Albedo’s body, leaving him nothing but a statue of chalk. 

When you are finally found, it was hard for people to believe that the statue had not always been there. It sickened you to believe that it would remain there forever.

Xiao

Everything had transpired so quickly in that small time. At one time you were fighting along side Liyue, and then the next you were tackled to the floor, an arrow narrowly missing your head. 

Xiao grunts and holds his side, still standing in front of you. Only now you notice the huge gash that slashed across his stomach. It oozed steadily, his once white shirt stained red. 

He didn’t even realise it at first.

“Xiao! Don’t try to be a hero! Please you’re hurt.“ you reason with him. But of course, Xiao does not welcome such sentiments.

He turns to look at you, perplexed. Had he really been this hurt? He hadn’t realised. He was too focused on you to feel the searing pain that oozed out oof his side. As if it had all happened suddenly, he slipped against the wall, still fighting to keep himself upright as he stared at you. 

You nodded to say you were ok, an answer to his unsaid question. You wished he was more worried about himself, but then again Xiao was never very keen on the idea of his health anyway.

So in the most Xiao way he pushes himself up to continue the fight- to charge his spear through the imposing enemies that were closing in on you both.

He puts on a stoic face for you but you both know that, with the injuries he has, he wont last much longer. And just like that, he stands long enough to see the foes fade away before he falls into your waiting arms. 

He isn’t afraid of this moment- in truth he yearned for it for years before meeting you. But of all ways to go, he knew this had to be the most honourable of all. He felt finally satisfied in your grasp. Yes, dying in your place was surely the best choice he had ever made.

Tartaglia

Chillde knew that it would one day be the thing to kill him. The Doctor had warned him that one more prolonged use of the delusion would prove fatal.

You found this out the hard way- as he fumbles out of his Foul Legacy form, choking on the blood and phlegm stuck in his lungs, and stumbling to his knees to catch his breath. He knows it’s useless. So when you race up to him, holding him steady and yelling at him worriedly for his negligence, he just smiles cheekily at you. 

“You’re so cute where you’re mad,“ he sighs softly, squeezing your hand as he collapses into your chest. 

“You’re an idiot, Ajax!“ you cry in frustration, “I always knew it would happen but god- not now- i just thought we’d have longer... “

He smiles sadly up at your face, feeling your tears drip onto his own cheeks, slivering down his neck. “Please don’t be sad. I hate it when you’re sad-”

“I can’t help it- you’re dying!“ you whine, “You’re literally fading in my arms. I dont know what i’m doing- you’re so subborn sometimes.“

“What am i going to tell your family? Teucer?“

His bright eyes fade a little at your words. He didn’t ever think you’d react so passionately to his death. He wanted to tell you about how he had sorted a generous fund for his family- and you. But he really could not comfort you with that. He didn’t worry because he would not be there to see the fallout.

“Teucer’s a smart kid. They all understand the risk- and the way i see it, i’d do it 1000 times over- if it meant i’d die to save you“

“Think about how sad Teucer would be if it was you who died“ he breathes out shallowly. “They’ve prepared for mine- but you- you came by surprise, and they all love you- and for you to get ripped away without warning would hurt everyone- including me.“

Zhongli

Zhongli had long since accepted that you would one day die. What he just could not bear to accept was that he was destined to watch you die. From the moment he met you, to the moment he fell in love, to now to this moment. 

The air seemed to stagnate around him, stopping in its tracks. His eyes darted around and he surely knew there were two things in danger, himself and the person he had fallen so helplessly in love with, and only enough time to generate a shield to save one. He realises that this should probably have been a more complicated dilemma but it takes him less than a second to choose to wrap you in his geo energy.

You realise what he’s done very quickly, screaming and trying to run to him, against the forces that attack you both but the shield is too strong. You bang against it desperately, yelping in anguish as you see him face his ultimate destruction.

He gives you a look that at once makes you stop and stare in awe and grief. He stands tall against the attack, glowing a bright gold, so bright all attackers flinch away under it as if it were burning them. 

And then all at once, there is no danger.

And the golden husk that defended you shatters and floats to the floor like singed paper.

And you look around in relief to see that you are safe. There is nothing left to hurt you.

But there is also no Zhongli. There is nothing left where he stood but a pile of dust and the earring that once dangled so serenely from his left ear. You quickly pluck it from the pile, sobbing as you do so, before clutching it to your chest. you wail loudly in despair as he slowly begins to shift across the ground with the breeze, scattering gently over the stone..

Surely this could not have been your lover’s show of erosion? Was he really nothing but earth now? Something so unmovable had become something transitory like dust.

You scramble to gather the dust in your free hand, scrunching it in your shaking fingers and holding it so tight you can feel each grain of him.

You cling to the hope that maybe he is still here. Rocks erode and in time become silt and sand, but they do not disappear completely.

Kaedehara Kazuha

Kazuha finds himself facing the Raiden Shogun, her judgement imposing on top of him like a smithing iron. In that moment he is reminded greatly of his friend. 

He could have given you up. He could have let you take the blame for your own actions.

So why didn’t he? You ask yourself that a lot.

And the answer to him is simple,

He cares a whole awful lot more about your life than he does his own.

And that is perhaps the biggest reason he is not scared when he is faced with the sword that glows purple as it begins to charge. 

“Do you have anything to say in your last moment Kaedehara Kazuha?“ the puppet asks.

He shakes his head, though his heart beats with echoes of ‘i love you.... please dont be sad.’

Thoma

Thoma was not the same after that. You doubt he remembers you, let alone what he did. Does he remember he once possessed a vision? Does he remember the feeling of loving you, or how it felt to be simply in your presence.

So many questions run through your head as you approach the man who stood in the courtyard. He seeingly looks into the space in front of him, without seeing anything at all. Only when you get close to him does he shake off the stare. He gives you a polite smile before continuing his thoughts.

“What are you thinking about?“

“I’m not completely sure.“

“What do you mean?“

“I feel like im missing something- like i’ve forgotten something on my shopping list.“

“Sometimes i feel like that“ you hum.

“Like you’re not completely whole, or that you forgot your shopping list?“ he remarks. He almost seemed the same in that moment but you knew from his look that he didn’t know who you were.

“Both. Increasingly the first one.“ you give him a look, “I lost someone- a big part of me- and i don’t think i’ll ever be myself again.“

“I- i think i lost something too.“

You take a breath, “Thoma do you remember me?”

He shakes his head; though sad, he still smiles at you.

“I dont think that’s what it is though- at least not completely“

You feel your heart crack at that.

“I don’t remember who you are, or what you do, or what we did. But“ he turns to you and gently nudges your shoulder, 

“I remember that i loved you.“

#Childe #genshin impact angst #genshin imagines #genshin impact #xiao #zhongli #xiao x y/n #x reader #angst #genshin angst #genshin headcanons #zhongli x reader

[workof-tortured-poetsdepartment]

pt 11? wahhhhh wtf lol

Saturday night- her pov

I am sitting on my bed, watching my closet that I have organized halfway till now, and other half of clothes piled up in boxes tucked beneath, better than being on floor. I should have been stressing about all of the mess I have to clean on Sunday but I don't, I have a date tomorrow with my closest friend tomorrow. I have been smiling since we kissed, if someone saw me they will call me an IDIOT. But I can't stop thinking about him. He looks so pretty when he is shy, he kisses me with such a softness and tender, even our 1st kiss was strong but tender. He is so smart and perfect, he is caring and always honest. I don't have to pretend around him being fine. We share same level of dark humor and random bad flirts, it has been going on. For last 3 years I have know him, somewhere in between the lines from hating him to liking him as a person blurred into loving him for who he is, but now that he loves, no he said maybe, he maybe loves me too, I don't know. I am scared what if I hurt him too, what if my sadness becomes too much for him, he doesn't know how to deal with it. He needs to know about all the therapy sees ions I have taken and my past, that I... I.. killed..someone. My hands are shaking again just with the thought of having to tell him everything. How will he react, will he understand it wasn't my intention? HE will hate me? leave me.. but if that's the right thing okay. I will tell him all of them later today before he makes up his mind about me. I shouldn't keep him in dark now that we.. might become something more than friends. I take in a few breathes calm down Payu your life is better now, you aren't your past and problems you will be fine, you have Luv and Ayan and other friends counting on you. Your brother is depending on you, your family needs you, you have to try harder. I put in my earphones and let songs fill my head letting go of all the thoughts. I am numb.

I didn't knew that I fell asleep, I woke up a while ago to use washroom and now, I am hungry lying on bed. 'aaaaaah' I sigh. I haven't decided what I am gonna wear tomorrow, oh my Goddd I also forgot to ask what time we are meeting from Ayan. I search for my phone.

its 2.56 am and I have a few missed calls from Luv and a lot of texts. I open to check and its Luv, being Luv. First she simps a bit about her partner then she has sent me pics of Mitsy, her cat and then to quote her "for god sake don't wear something all black tomorrow" "and if he tries anything you don't like, feel free to kill him!!!!! I will help to dispose shrimp's body B)" ''and where are u guys going???'' ''do u need me to come over to help u?'' ''yk whut I am still coming, I don't trust you'' ''text me the time asap babe or me will be invading your house tomorrow'' ''night love :3'' I am laughing reading her texts and the way she is more excited for my date than me, but I know why she is. I see Ayan has texted me too, 'I will be at your home till 10 am, wear something comfortable and also pack a set of simple clothes. I wont tell you details yet but I can assure this will be one of your best if not the best XD' I am all shy with the first thought that popped up in my mind what a trash.

I go to kitchen and put water to boil, text Luv to come at my house at till 8 am, after her gym and and set alarm for waking up early. I am too lazy to work now I will just have some instant noodle. and sleep.

sunday////////

*ding dong ding dong ding dong*

'oh my God Luv learn patience' I rush to open the door. 'hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' she squeals, she has a bubbly personality for most parts, or else murderer, and she is in her gym clothes itself ' and you haven't even showered yet have you??' ' oh you are definitely my babe' she makes a finger heart towards me 'You know me so well meri jaan' I roll my eyes at her 'tch, are you hungry?' 'what have you cooked? and who am I to say no to food??' 'nothing much just a shortcut pasta' 'damnnnn pastaaaa!'she is such a kid 'just give me 10 mins i will take a showers asap' 'NO!' I shout 'not asap' 'ok miss always paranoid' I glare at her as she mocks me with showing her tongue. And she disappears to bath with the same speed she came inside.

She is sitting on the sofa while I have been modeling clothes for her approval, its been 15 mins and whatever I wear, she hates all of them.

'how is this?' 'are you going to give a presentation?' 'ok this?' 'you are kidding me.' ' this?' ' you look like a teacher tired of life in all of them' 'I am tired, if you have a problem in all of them? then why don't you get up and help me out ' and I drag her to my room.

15 mins later, we come to conclusion of me wearing a denim wrap up dress with a black tank inside. I would have not choose it but Luv wont let me wear anything like a set of top and bottoms.

'Payu, can you not wear black one day?' she says in a pleading way ' you know why, and it's barely visible and it works well' 'oh god girl' she says in a dramatic tone and come towards me 'and why are you not showing your sexy assets' she says doing that weird thing with her hands. 'LUV.' I am judging her hard, not really If I was her I would be saying same thing to her. 'you know I don't like it, I am conscious about it too much' 'Its not like he hasn't seen them, infact he was the one losing consciousness, his mind and his sleep over it' she winks at me and I give an angry look to her to shut up. 'Fine miss never break any rule, but he is gonna see them when you are alone' she can't have her mouth shut can she? 'Don't tell me you are gonna stop him if he tries to lay you down if you know what I mean' she is smirking at me, I am blushing and she knows she got me. 'I clearly know what you mean' not that I didn't think about it but now that she said it seems more real what if we.. we do the things today no, no, we can't, its too early and i- i- 'what are you thinking, don't tell me you are already dreaming about things you will do on here' she is sitting on my bed and touching it and damn this girl is really weird, why is she my friend. I am shaking my head in disbelief 'Luv fuck you, and I hate you. I am not thinking anything' but I know my face says a different story than my mouth. 'I will be fucked later for sure' she giggles 'but you are gonna be today.' 'oh my god!!!' I throw a pillow at her 'hahaha you are red like a tomato' 'just go I hate you' she is giggle more and more 'oh you don't I am amazing' and she is right about this 'whatever.' I storm off in bathroom to get my makeup done.

'so how do I look?' I ask her 'very fuckable' she says with mouth full of pasta 'LUV.' 'ok ok, your outfit, its nice and little makeup you did is suitable for this weather, since it rains usually every evening, but ummm something is missing' 'what?' 'wait' she is searching up in my not so secret secret storage mirror damn I love this it was such a rare find. She pulls out the mauve wine lipstick, the one I rarely wear because it stands out too much but I love it. 'you need a darker shade of lipstick you know' 'I don't like to wear dark shades.' I give her a look 'but you still keep buying this' 'yeah because I love how it looks' I am objecting. 'so wear it. don't give me any look, wear it.' I give in her choice because I did thought to wear that shade today but then I didn't maybe I just needed a reassurance, and Luv was right, it was the missing thing. I love how I look. I hope he likes seeing me like this too, even if he has seen me as a mess too.

9.50 AM

'OHHOOOO ''incoming call from KALYANAM<3"' Luv shouts from living room.

'yeah coming' I grab my purse and give me a last look in front of mirror, I FEEL PRETTY.

I pick up the call ignoring the sly smile Luv was throwing at me with making a heart

'He-Hello' I am already smiling 'hii, I am downstairs' He is smiling too 'yeah give me 5 mins coming' I am nervous

tagging @hell-lit011019 @vellibandi @damnn-dorothea @pheonix-thefirebird

(bhaiiiii i didnt thought i would write today but here it comes ahaha next whole date will be from ayan ka pov :D or maybe will jump between both of them)

[xxcherrycherixx]

Tw: very non healthy relationship. Death and grieving. Kidnapping. Self harm but not exactly done with the intent to self harm (she punches a window). Cupid drinks blood at one point. Mentions of feeling like shes going to throw up. This might be a panic attack too? Um just know this is pure angst. This is meant to be dark and unhappy. I legit don’t know why i even wrote this. All your faves are probs dead btw unless your fave is baba yaga in which case surprise???

“Cupid what have you done.” The words come out devoid of life.

“You weren’t meant to find out yet, i was going to hide it until you changed your mind”

Blondie looks to her wife, horrified and angry “until i changed my mind? Cupid i was never going to Change my mind, I STILL haven’t changed my mind even after learning what you have done.” Tears fill her eyes “ why would you do this to me” a sob escapes her “why would you put this burden on me when i told you so clearly that i didn’t want it”

Cupid reaches out to blondie hopeful desperation in her voice “i did it because i love you” anger lights her wife’s eyes “you did it because you love me? You betrayed me in the worst way you possibly could, stripped me of my choice and made sure that i will have to go through the worst experience a mother ever can-“ burning tears trail down her cheeks “how is that love?”

“It is love, i did it because i need you by my side- i cant lose you-“ “what about our children?” A pause follows until blondie speaks again “ what about our children.”

The way cupid backs down says enough. “you’re just going to let them die, aren’t you?” A hollow empty feeling fills blondie as her wife doesn’t even try to argue against the grim accusation.

“Oh” bitter broken laughter escapes her as she sinks to the ground “ I’ve made a mistake” her bitter laughter turns to sobs “I’ve made a big mistake”

“What mistake?” Cupids voice holds so much concern and love that it makes blondie even more angry at the other woman “ being with you.” She looks up to cupid with resentment “ i should have never started dating you.” A hurt look spreads across her wife’s face “i should have never married you”

“I should have never fallen in love with you.” She can see cupid shake, her eyes watery with held back tears that threaten to spill any moment “ you’re hurting right now, you will be able to get over it and we can move on from this” “get over it and move on? Is that what you want me to do when im eventually forced to attend the funerals of everyone i love? The funerals of my children? My grandchildren?”

Her wif- cupid, Cupid starts to become desperate “ thats just life! you will always see people you love die whether you live for only a couple years or forever, but this way you will have me. We would be with each other forever, you don’t have to see anyone die either! We can leave, we can live with my family where you will never have to fear loss again”

“Cupid I’m not leaving my children. Do you not realise the fucked up things you are saying? You’re acting like our friends, our family- mean absolutely nothing! Why-“

“BECAUSE THEY DON’T MEAN ANYTHING!” Blondie jumps at the booming shout, fear coursing through her veins. “they will all die no matter what! Their lives are short, one day they are born and then a couple decades later they are dead.” Cupid drops down to her, reaching out to lovingly pet her hair as blondie backs away terrified “soon this mortal life you currently know will only be a distant memory, you will always find new friends to replace the old. And you will always have me to be your family.” She cuddles blondie, voice a sickly sweet tone that does nothing to lessen her fear “ trust me, I’ve been through this all before. But you wont have to go through it alone like how i did, i will love you and guide you and comfort you. All we need is each other”

Blondie’s heart pumps in fear, if she was still a mortal she’s sure it would have exploded and killed her already. the thought that she is no longer mortal is still horrifying, unlike many people she had been forced to confront the idea of death very early on in her relationship with cupid, the girl had brought the topic of her immortality up multiple times which always led to blondie having to think about her own eventual demise. when cupid had brought up the suggestion of her becoming immortal, she had quickly shot the idea down much to her wife’s surprise. At that point they already 3 children and instead of only thinking about her own death, she started to think about others deaths and the impact experiencing such loss would have on her emotionally and mentally.

She had thought cupid understood why she said no, she had thought that cupid accepted her decision.

Writers, was she wrong.

In reality cupid had gone behind her back and did it anyway. Somehow hiding the fact she hadn’t actually been aging until she must have slipped up and the facade fell away to reveal blondie looking as youthful as the day she said no.

Bile rises in her throat as the other girl continues to hold her, the embrace which would usually comfort her now feels as if heavy snakes are coiled around her body, suffocating and strangling her until she can’t breath anymore. She tries to push cupid away and when her attempts prove futile she moves onto kicking and fighting the other girl, however cupid’s inhuman strength wins out, her embrace only getting tighter at her resistance. before blondie knows it she feels her consciousness slip, over exertion and stress finally weighing down on her.

“Sleep, Everything will be just right when you wake up”

Blondie wakes in a bed, soft and comfortable compared to the hard floor she had been sitting on. An unfamiliar room greets her as she regains her vision, filled with beautiful elegant furniture and sunlight streaming in through large windows. She moves to get a better understanding of where she is only for familiar arms to hold her back, cupid lays beside her, watching.

Memories of what happened before she passed out flood her brain, she tries to escape cupids arms in a panic and they open easily for her to leave. standing in the middle of the unfamiliar room she glares at the other woman “where are we” cupid sits up “home”

Dread fills her “ this is not my home.” Thei- her home is a sweet little cottage back in the cull de sac she was born in. With a slightly messy yet comfy little masters bedroom full of little personal knickknacks and gifts from friends and family, not a large opulent white room furnished with elegant royal blues and gold.

Cupid smiles “i had this room designed just for you. Theres a room for us both to share eventually but i thought you would like your own space now and then” she giggles “ we’re sure to have plenty more disagreements in our long time together, my aunt persephone said its good to be able to have your own space apart from your lover during those times.”

“I want to go home. MY home, back in far away with my children.” Cupid just blinks, her pretty smile remaining “i made sure that the bed was just right, i know that you’re picky with these kinds of things so i had it custom made to fit your needs. And the wardrobe is a walk in one! So you can have all the pretty dresses you love so much without sacrificing any for more room.” She jumps out of the bed excited “oh! I also have a little studio for you! eventually you can start doing your show again, auntie aphrodite loved watching your old gossip filled episodes so im sure she would watch them if you wanted to make more one day”

Blondie realises that cupid isn’t going to answer her, she can see what the other girls done. shes created a beautiful bird cage for her to live in while cupid tries to bribe and train her into accepting this new messed up lifestyle. She walks to the window, outside she sees an unknown land, its obvious cupid has moved them far from her home. she pats her clothes and her hair and finds neither her mirrorphone or her mirrorpad, cupid has cut all her communication off.

panic unfurls in her mind, theres nothing she can do. Cupid has her writers knows where and is not planning to let her go. her hands curl into fists and before she knows it theres the sound of glass and the feeling of pain. “Sweetheart why did you do that? Now you’re bleeding” cupid coos as she gently grabs her bloody glass filled hand. Cupid picks the most visibly shards out and unceremoniously drops them onto the blood and glass covered floor, the blood continues to pour and cupid hums “you can’t bleed out, but its getting really messy so we should probably get it fixed up” she kisses the blood covered skin, her lips are stained red when she lifts her head again “a little kiss to help while i go get a first aid kit” as she leaves blondie can see her tongue poke out to lick the drying crimson from her lips.

Days pass. Or maybe months? Writers, it could be years and she wouldn’t know. Shes still in the room, cupid sits with her most of the time and brings her drink and food, she reminds blondie it’s no longer a necessity but instead just a pleasurable treat. Shes stopped wearing her cherub form as much, her bone wings and ghostly white skin that turns to inky black on full display. Blondie had grown to love the unusual form of her wife, but now she sees why others find it so off putting with the bones that protrude from her spine that look like they were ripped from some poor creatures body and bent to look like a mockery of cherub wings.

Cupid tells her about how her aunt wants to come visit, she expects it to be aphrodite but to her surprise it turns out to be persephone. Blondie doesn’t know much about this aunt, the two have never truly interacted. The woman is tall like all of cupids relatives, her hair dark in contrast to her pale skin and her eyes serious as she takes in blondie. She excuses cupid, claiming she wants the finest wine that cupid can provide. It’s an obvious excuse but she has no choice but to obey the much more powerful goddess.

Its tense when cupid leaves, Persephone’s dark eyes stare as if reading her soul “you don’t want to be here.” Blondie’s reply is instant “no” she can see a hint of something in those dark eyes as the woman speaks “would you leave if you could?” Hope fills her at the suggestion “yes” the goddess stands and walks to her, as she nears the scent of nature becomes clear and blondie can finally pick out sympathy in those eyes “close your eyes” blondie does as shes told.

She wakes in her garden, the garden back at her sweet little cottage. She rises to her feet and stumbles towards the back door where it opens with ease like all locked doors do, inside her home looks different. Nothing of hers and her family remains, in fact on the wall she finds a portrait of a sweet little family of three.

This isn’t her home anymore. She runs from the house, not wanting to be caught by the family whose house she has accidentally broken into. Theres a few places she can go to look for help, either of her royal friends castles are sure to still be their family homes, or she can try ever after high where she should find raven and miss yaga at least who could be helpful with their magic.

She picks ever after high, it’s quicker and shes more likely to get actual help. The journey is long, she luckily manages to catch a ride with a nice family half way to book end, the school comes into view and her stomach feels with unease.

It looks different.

Every step she takes into ever after high feels like walking to her death, she walks all the way to where she knows the headmistress’s office should be, where raven should be. “Mrs lockes is that you?” A familiar voice calls, miss yaga looks at her with shocked confusion “how are you still alive?” That dread she had felt multiplies “ what do you mean? Why would i be dead?” Madam yaga adjusts her glasses still looking puzzled “my dear you’ve been missing for 78 years”

Ah. So this is what cupid had meant. “Are my children-“ her eyes start to water “-dead” the solemn look madam yaga gives her is all the answer she needs “oh” the elderly sorceress comes near “mrs lockes, where have you been?” Blondie shakes as she weeps openly, what felt like only days ago she had been holding her 10 year old son, hanging up on hour long calls with her older children, Planning to visit over the weekend.

Now they’re gone. Lived their entire lives thinking their mother up and abandoned them, or maybe they thought she had been taken and searched for her until they came to the conclusion she was most likely dead. She never got to see a single one of her children get married or have kids of their own. A pair of heels click behind her, growing closer to where she weeps. Madam yaga questions who they are but doesn’t receive an answer, familiar inky black arms wrap around blondie and pull her close “why don’t we get you back home sweetie” cupid coos, her mouth near her ear. “Theres nothing left for us here”

Cupid takes her trembling hand and leads her back out of the school, blondie follows wordlessly.

Cupid is right, theres nothing left for her here.

Cupid sets her down on the bed, she lovingly undresses blondie and slides her silky baby blue nightie over her head. She can see cupid look at her hungrily, she usually does nowadays which blondie guesses is because they apparently have not had sex in 78 years. She rolls on her side away from cupid, she wont allow the other woman to touch her like that yet. maybe one day she will, when everything that has happened becomes but a distant memory and shes forced to “get over it and move on” as cupid had said.

She has an eternity to find out.

#ever after high #c.a cupid #blondie lockes #heartlockes #heartlockes but very very toxic #this is pure angst #i just wanted to write fucked up greek myth cupid tbh #she does not care too much for mortals #also her idea of love is a bit fucked #but honestly we kinda knew that with her kind of trad wife love advice 💀 #dont expect this to be well written #its 4am im tired

[autizmoeddiemunson]

howdy. i’m asking all my besties who write agere autistic eddie to write me this. i need to be cheered up and encouraged…

could you plsssss write eddie having to go to the dentist? and steve and/or wayne comforting him. i’ve gotta call the dentist on tuesday to book an appointment, and both are scaring me, the phone call and the appointment, so i just need eddie to get through an appointment to help me get through it.

thank you ily

x finnie

“No! No! No. There is absolutely no way I’m going to the dentist!” Eddie had been avoiding the dentist for years at this point. Steve knew he wasn’t too keen on dentists but when he could actually see eddie’s cavities he knew it was time. “Eds, you need to see a dentist. If you don’t you could loose your teeth! I’ll pay for the whole thing! Just let me get your teeth fixed.” Eddie sighed. “Fine…”

**time skip**

They were on the way to the dentists office. Steve was trying to calm Eddie down, he had packed a bag with everything they could possibly need, his favorite stuffed animal, a small weighted blanket, sunglasses, a new set of headphones as a gift, and every stim toy within a 5 mile radius.

Eddie started crying as they pulled into the parking lot. “Eds, baby, c’m’ere…” He pulled Eddie into his chest, kissing the top of his head. Once Eddie’s cries died down to small sniffles, he pulled out Eddie’s stuffie and handed it to him. They got out and Steve carefully led him to the office, Eddie was so scared he refused to open his eyes.

“Hello, 3 o’clock for Edward Munson.” The woman behind the desk looked confused as to why an adult patient was being escorted but she decided to ignore it. “Fill out these forms and wait for the patient’s name to be called.”

About five minutes later, a woman in scrubs entered the waiting area. “Edward Munson?” Steve helped him stand up and walked him to the small office. Eddie sat down in the rubber recliner, trying to avoid touching it as much as possible. “Stevie please don’t make me do this…” Eddie whimpered. “I’m sorry, bud, but you have to. We have to deal with your teeth.” Steve wanted to take the poor boy home, it hurt him to see Eddie in pain but it was necessary.

After some X-rays and tears, the dentist was ready to fix his cavities. She got him in the chair but the second he heard the drill he shot up and started screaming. “NO! STEVIE DONT MAKE ME! PLEASE STEVIE! NO! NO! NO!” Eddie was now sobbing and cowering in the corner. “Honey, calm down. The dentist is gonna grab something to calm you down. Listen, bud, look, i got you something.” He pulled the headphones out of the bag and handed them to Eddie. “I got them for you! They’re the kind that play music and cancel noise! This way you wont hear anything.” Eddie hesitantly inspected them, he turned them on and placed them on his ears. Steve pressed a button on his phone and black sabbath started playing.

Eddie immediately relaxed a bit, he hugged steve, his cries softened. “I really, really don’t wanna do this, Stevie.” Steve pet his hair. “I know, baby, but we have to to keep you healthy. Listen, lay down, I’ll set you up with everything in my bag.” Eddie whimpered but sat back in the chair. Steve handed him a small stim toy & his stuffie, then he placed the sunglasses on his face, and laid the blanket over his body. “Is the music okay?” Eddie nodded, he was still scared but the items relaxed him.

The dentist came back a minute later, she filled a dixie cup with water and handed it to Eddie along with two pills. Eddie hated taking pills but with the promise of it relaxing him, he downed them and laid back down. She then strapped a mask on his nose and he smelled something funny. He felt kind of loopy but he was finally calm enough for the doctor to operate.

He had seven cavities, thankfully, the dentist was able to fill all of them in one day. Steve got Eddie home, unable to separate him from his new headphones. Once the anesthetic wore off, Steve surprised Eddie with his favorite ice cream and they spent the rest of the day cuddling.

#eddie munson #autistic eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie fic #steddie brainrot #eddie munson brainrot #steve harrington brainrot #🩺writes

[ace-of-gay]

Happiness greed?

Steve rogers x reader

Warnings: depressing a self depreciating/ destructive thoughts, mental health, physical ailments, being held still, head banging, angst with a tiny little piece of fluff in there but not alot, this is a very self indulgent fic with a terrible mental thought process that i still deal with but am working on healing myself from this is putting you into my shoes from a few years ago shifted a little with how someone helps you, to fit it into a fanfic.

No pronouns or skintone used or implied

Welcome to all body types

1,353words

Edited to the best of my ability

Im being serious as ever when i say this, the thought process in this may be triggering for some, if you are struggling with mental health and are impulsive on it or triggerd easily do not read this, you are responsible for your own media consumption especially after two sets of warnings.

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Neutral for you was normal, but if you happened to explain Neutral people would probably fear for you, all your life you’ve been shut down and walked all over, never given a chance to have someone listen to your desperate cries for help.

So be it, you shut all emotions out and after enough time Neutral became safe, a cascade of walls to surround the figmented little version of yourself that lives inside your head, screaming, begging, desires so sick all behind a straight face, it was easier to be what you needed for others than the other way around.

Maybe it led to frustration and pessimism and really by Maybe I mean it does, its like drowning to the point the deep end becomes your air.

After so long of walking in darkness your eyes dry of trailing useless tears that you start to see the tiny glints of others happiness.

Your body doesn't deserve happiness, it hurt you, all you wanted was happiness and everyone else on a parallel path said that the doctors could fix you how they did them so you tried it, you sought help.

But your body became a vessel of negative reaction, no one would listen, every moment it continued the worse it got, the convulsions, the tremors the tics, your body no longer yours but freedom to chemical derangement, just a happiness greed.

Emotions being turned off, if everyone else can ignore them surely you can as well, your mind finding itself to be on autopilot almost always there for someone else’s desires, take take take, desperately feed their desperation from a merely empty wishing well.

Drowning in burning chemicals and bodily ailments but everyone else’s rose tinted glasses cancel out the crimson words figuratively written in vein.

For some time you could push through it even while watching peter parker golden retriever teen bounce around the halls or the bump in Steve’s step, it took him years and years of therapy to get where he’s at.

Therapy, it only works for people who deserve it, who have a reason, and you’ve helped everyone you know without being a licensed therapist but the doctors cant fix you, its a sickening feeling, you’re only here to make people feel better, surely somehow you deserve to as well right?

Everyone greets you with kindness and than there’s Steve, you don’t realize he sees it, he sees himself in you he tries to check how you’re doing everyday but your mind has written rules that if anyone ever asks the dreaded "how are you" it give in return a chuckle and "debatable" to let it all carry on.

Lost in your mind there’s just something desperately different about the way today etches in your chest, but you wont find out why until later.

A façade on your slate you head out to meet up with the team in the common room, the only reason you get out of bed is because you cant help remind yourself of everything everyone else has gone through.

Oddly enough your day went by with a breeze, you cant remember much of it but in this case its good, you got done with work around five giving yourself time to finally eat and than go about your personal life for as long as your head will let you.

You end up in a call with one of your friends, everyone would think that’s great but its the type of phone call that only happens when you’re needed to be someone else’s serotonin service.

Letting them rant is the best you can do but when they just go on and on about the same thing it bores into time you could have spent trying to chill the once rolling fire now scolding drilling agony of a spike in your migraine. Your neck twitching from medically induced illness, happiness is a drug and it one you cant get addicted to, what good is a dealer to be addicted to their own give, easy answer they’re not, they would just take it all for themselves. But greed for your own space is all it is that you feel so as you sit there listening to them drone on your mind fills with the sound of tv static.

the one tremor that really causes issues sets in, you cant fight the fragment false signals that come from the remnants of serotonin syndrome damage, like a shiver in the cold your jaw rattles and tremors, the person finally hangs up and you’re left alone in agony.

The dark of the room seeping to your thoughts you cant even feel the rapid jolts in your body, your body lurching forward and than relaxing and lurching once more over and over until the direction of everything's torment shifts.

*thud* and your head slams backwards into the wall, you don’t have the strength to move, again *bam* the sound resonates through the floor followed by choked trembling sobs, your hands so numb but electricity coursing through your arms, you can taste the blood of despair in your mouth *thud* you have no control of anything happening but the tears and sobs.

Your eyes fluttering in time with your jaw causing a strobing affect... strobing? *thud*

And in seconds you feel a hand cushion behind your head, pulling you into sitting in-between their legs, your back to their chest.

They shift their hand to your forehead holding your head against their shoulder, their other arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders to keep you from lurching and slamming.

They cross their legs over yours to keep them still to not hurt yourself in your brains signals redirection of electric pulses.

Your jaw continuing and your hands trembling your body convulsing but still enough to silence the you inside your head from screaming to end it.

Your hearing coming back slowly still plagued by the beat of your heart thrumming in your ears "shhh hey were okay, you’re okay, were just going to sit he and breathe for a bit, you hear me y/n? I’m here I’m not going anywhere."

Your hands eventually stop and you subdue your convulsions to a gentle rocking that he does with you.

Someone is finally there and you don’t need to speak, he takes his hand from your forehead as your bodies attack finally settles enough to leave you with the tremor in your jaw.

"Hey Jarvis can you ask Bucky to bring a bottle of water to y/n's room please?"

A few minutes later Bucky walks in handing the water to Steve "do you need me to stay or do you want me to go?"

"I’ve got it bud, but thank you, ill call if i need some help" leaving it to you and who you’ve determined to be Steve, his hold warm and kind, "do you think you can drink some water for me?" You nod letting him hold the cup to your mouth not yet able to move your body yourself yet.

He later helps you lay down in your bed, sitting next to you he just wants to make sure you’re safe.

"Do you want me to stay in here with you tonight?" Nodding you cant get speaking to work just yet.

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Its three months later, the movements, tremors, convulsions, vocal and physical tics still happen but its three months in time that you’ve been going to therapy, not to fix anything how you hoped but to learn, with Steve you’ve come to finally feel like its not greedy to want to be happy.

Happy, you still don’t feel it but you’re learning, advocating for your health both physically and mentally, its going to be a long journey, the ailments aren’t going to go away, they’re permanent damage but its not because you were greedy, its from medical malpractice.

Steve has promised he’s there for the ride of life with you, even when your body collapses and your heartrate "hits a new high score"

He’s not going anywhere, he loves you and he will make it as abundantly clear as you need him to.

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Please know you are not alone, its okay to reach out, you are not weak you are not greedy, you are just as deserving of the help you desire as everyone one else no if ands or buts.

My messages are always always open💚

#steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers fic #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x male reader #steve rogers x reader imagine #steve rogers x plus size reader #steve rogers x female reader

[because-she-goes]

cadillac

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort themes, happy ending, alleged cheating, heartbreak, smidge of violence, swearing, the boys being mad at matty. Enjoy!

Her heart sank. Body dropping to the floor in a heap. A sob wracking through her throat. Her Matty driving around in an unknown city, with a car she didn’t recognize and a girl looking blissfully unaware that the man next to her was in a relationship. She couldn’t believe her eyes, willing them to see differently - maybe she is overtired, maybe too many cups of coffee, maybe it was her period coming sooner than normal and fucking with her hormones. She had no idea what the fuck was going on. She only had a singular idea - to call Danes and see if he knew anything because fuck calling Matty right now, she’ll buckle in an instant and weep as he tries to tell her from godknowswhere that its nothing, that she is just a friend. Fuck that.

Phone rings, once then twice. Finally she hesrs her friend’s voice on the other side. She had known George longer than she knew Matty - the two of them meeting in his music production class during his brief stint in university. They had become fast friends over their love of music and the details of it and how any subtle change could then affect the whole song. She could talk to George about anything and trust he would tell her the truth, even if it hurt her.

“Well, fancy hearing from you! What can I do for ya, Daisy?” The petname he gave her that first day still making her smile all these years later. He was in London, at his apartment currently working on some production stuff for Charli’s album.

“I need you to look at the picture I am gonna send you, okay? I am not fucking around here, George, I am panicking over it right now.” She alerts him, voice trembling. She sends the screenshot from the music video her friend sent her. Putting him on speaker and now pacing around the room nervously biting her nails.

“Oh, fuck.” Is all that comes from him. Her heart sinks. So it is real then, she isn’t dreaming this and her mind isn’t playing tricks on her. “Love, I am gonna tell you right now, as soon as I get a hold of him he is a deadman, yeah? Gonna forward it to Hann and Ross if thats okay with you?” He double checks. This is serious shit, I mean for heaven’s sake Matty and her were practically married - dating for 7 years! And now, he pulls this shit without even the courtesy of a heads up. Oh fuck him, George thinks as he rages.

“Yeah, thats fine! Just am nervous about it being real and all ya know? Like why wouldn’t he tell me? Why don’t I know where in the world he is? He told me he was going to Italy with his family and that sure as shit doesn’t look like it!”

George flips back to the picture, now patching Hann and Ross to the call. Wait a minute, he quickly zooms in past his friend’s head and sees a sign for “Peet’s Coffee”. He is in fucking Los Angeles. “He’s in LA. Theres a sign for a coffee place he likes there behind him.”

She doesn’t know how it is possible, but her stomach drops further. He is across a continent right now and didn’t even think to tell her. He is literally the exact opposite direction of where she thought he was.

“Honey, I am so sorry. We will call him later and see what this is all about yeah?” Ross adds, much calmer than George, but equally as upset at his friend. Adam can’t even think right now, anxiety and frustration eating away at him. “Daisy, it’ll be okay, I will talk to Matty first - he always knows that if I am talking to him its serious. If George calls, he’ll start joking and dancing around the questions. Ross, mate I’m sorry, but if you call him he wont even listen to you about this.” Ever the Dad, she thinks.

Adam adds Matty to the call. “Hey, lads!” He greets in his normal tone. “Matty…. you are in deep fucking shit so you better start explaining to us why there is video footage of you driving in LA with another girl in your fucking car!!” Adam booms, you have never see the normally mild tempered get angry, let alone yell.

“I can explain, I met someone while I was at a party there and I got a bit drunk-“ Before he finishes the sentence, she leaves the call. Not wanting to hear the rest of this, it being too painful.

However, the boys continue to hear him out: “…and I was just lonely without Daisy there that all I needed was just a warm body on the other side of a bed. I promise you, on my life I didn’t do anything. And do you really think I am that big of a wanker to a) live with myself after that and b) drive the girl home the next morning?? Really, guys?” He asks and ya know what, he isn’t lying. They’ve gone down this road before Daisy came into the picture and they all know if/when Matty ever cheats on someone, the poor guy is in shambles for weeks. Riddled with anxiety, self-esteem in the toilet, depression… you name it, he’s got it. At the end of their conversation and once they all come to an understanding that it really was as innocent as he is saying it is, he calls her.

One ring, then two… “Hey, Matty! How is Italy, honey?” She greets warmly, voice syrup sweet as usual when talking to him while he is away. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt for a bit and see if he comes clean. Bracing herself for heartbreak.

“Hi, baby… look I need to tell you something. I’m not in Italy, I’m not with my family. I went to LA to work on some stuff with Jack for a few days when the vacation ended. I should’ve told you, I know, but I got so wrapped up in the studio and LA and work that I completely forgot I didn’t tell you.”

“Thats okay, as long as you’re safe and okay, honey.” She reassures him, thankful he is attest with Jack and not totally alone out there.

“There’s something else… I went to a party a few nights ago, one Jack mentioned…” She inhales, holding her breath ready to get the wind knocked out of her any second. “I met someone, a girl named Meredith. I was a bit drunk and just missed you loads, so I asked her to keep me company while I slept. She agreed, understanding I am spoken for and she didn’t pull anything. I didn’t either. We just shared a bed. That is all. You can even call her if you want to hear it from her. The number is 1-XXX-XXX-XXXX” He hangs up. Not waiting ti hear her cry, to hear her heartbreak, to hear the sigh if relief that leaves her.

Dialing the number, a girl’s voice answers.”Umm hello, this is Mer, who am I speaking to?” Her voice smooth and soft, Californian.

“Uhh hi, I’m Daisy. A friend of Matt Healy’s and just wanted to ask you something… woman to woman. So, please don’t hold back and be honest with me, at the very least give me that respect.”

“Absolutely, I know Matt. What can I help straighten out?”

“Well, excuse me for being blunt and straight forward with this, but did anything happen between you two? Kissing, hugging, sex? Anything?” Daisy anxiously picks at a cuticle.

“Oh absolutely not! He kept saying your name actually, saying that you guys have been together for ages and he just missed you. He didn’t try anything and neither did I if that is your question.” The girl’s words sounding like music to Daisy. A deep sigh of relief and joy leaves her body, her Matty… her good, sweet, innocent Matty.

“Well, thank you, Meredith! Loved talking to you.” Daisy hangs up as the girl adds a “You Too!”

Calling back the four boys, voice dripping with giddiness, she tells them about Meredith and how everything checks out. He really is innocent. A shit eating grin permanently on her face as she talks.

“Thank Fuck!” George says, no longer having to deal with all of this drama and able to get back to work. “Mate, never do that again oh my god!” Says Ross, hanging up in relief. Adam gives Matty an apology for being so harsh initially and then as he hangs up lets out a “Matty, you are gonna be the death of me I swear.” She giggles.

As for the two love birds: “Told ya, sweetheart. I am a perfect angel!”

“Well, I don’t know about that mister, but never pull that again. Gave me a heart attack!” She scolds lightly.

He already booked his flight back to New York and can’t wait to wrap his arms around his girl.

“Love you too, baby!” He grins and hangs up the phone.

She laughs, collapsing on the couch in exhaustion. She giggles at how ridiculous the whole thing is: her thinking he had chested on her when all he needed was someone else in the bed with him… how perfectly, sweetly innocent. Adorable.

#drew’s writing :) #not matty and nora #matty healy hurt/comfort #matty healy angst #the 1975 #matty healy #Spotify