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yooms-posts · 10 months

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God gave us two hands, two legs, two eyes, and two ears, but just one heart so that we could find the second and today I found my pair in you.

Characters: miles morales (both earth 1610 and 42), gwen stacy, hobie brown, pavitr prabhakar

Pairings: all of them x gn reader (separate)

Reader: gn reader

notes: reader is around the age of the charcaters don't be weird, mentions of fights and blood, reader could be seen as a person who speaks Spanish for miles, contains some spoilers for atsv

genre: fluff with a hint of angst 🤏

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Miles morales (1610)

he is such a sweetheart fr 🤞

definitely gets nervous and shy when entering a relationship with you

his love language is definitely acts of service, physical touch and giving gifts

is shown in the movies that miles is a very good artist, I'm sure he'll give you a very precious gift made by himself

need help with anything? he's there trying too help, homework is getting difficult for you? he's ready to teach you easier methods

holding your hand to keep you close? you got it babe

i feel like he likes to kiss your forehead as a sign of affection

in moments of vulnerability, he would place his forehead against yours

meeting his parents of course, family means a lot too him

his mom and dad may be wary of you (sorry), but they start too loosen up when you interact with them more

they could tell that you were the right one for miles, and they couldn't be any happier

that was wayyyy before you knew he was spiderman

why? because he thought it may make you view him differently

after all he couldn't keep it from you, you were one of the important people in his life (and he was running out of excuses why sometimes he has to leave earlier on dates)

it was definitely some sort of a shock! being spidermans s/o? crazyyy

have i mention dates when the both of you sit at very high buildings? dont worry he's watching out for you

miles just swinging while you hold him tightly for dear life

helping to patch him up after a fight while scolding him for being reckless sometimes

sometimes he has to comfort you when you realise you could lose him due to his duties

best date views, best atmosphere

the both of you just leaning on each other, wrapped in a blanket watching the sunset? yea thats the life...

both of you making nicknames for each other

he would call you: mi luz (my light), bebé

*if you aren't familiar with spanish, you would definitely pester him and ask him for the meaning

you would call him: lindo (cutie), mi hombre (my man) if your feeling slightly playful, babe

trading clothings is common

his jacket? suddenly your in possession of it, your shoes or clothes that fit him? it's his turn to wear it

lots of photos taken, whether its good or questionable (you accidentally spilled water on him) it will be kept in his phone

Gwen stacy

i remember seeing her and questioning myself fr 🏳️‍🌈

anyways, your very precious to her i dont make the rules

like miles, nervous and shy when entering a relationship but leaning towards nervous

her love language is definitely acts of service and quality time

being spiderwomen definitely brings a challenge to the relationship

thats why quality time is very precious to her, any time your together is makes her happy

it doesn't have to be anyone talking or doing anything, she just want to be with you

acts of service? if you ever mention that you need something, she'll pick it up own her way back

kissing is very rare but when it does happen it always on the knuckles of your hand or on your cheek

inviting you over to her house for dinner, which lead to you meeting her dad, peter and aunt may

of course her dad approves you, he notice how she lits up even more around you

but after the incident where gwen loses peter, she unintentionally shuts everyone out

it causes a riff in your relationship because all you want to do is help but she's pushing you away

it got into an argument between the two of you and she accidentally slipped out that she's the heroine

that was the reason she was pushing you away, scared and afraid you might be next

comfort her, hold her, tell her that you aren't going anywhere, she needs that comfort

the relationship became better and stronger slowly

same thing as miles, you patching her up and muttering she shouldn't be too reckless

dates with her are always exciting, she would be showing you places where only her could acces due to her spider abilities

nicknames are the regular ones between the both of you

you would call her: my girl, babe and wifey (as a joke to tease her)

she would call you: dear, bae

its shown that she leaves her sweater/jackets in other people's room soooo...

yea, leaving her stuff at your room and taking it back a few days later

technically making it yours too, i dont make the rules 🤷‍♀️

Hobie brown

i wish british people are real 😔

i wanna say it would be a 'you fallen first but he fall harder' type of scenario

like it's impossible to not fall in love with him a little

love language? it's got to be words of affirmation and giving gifts

he would be those types who would be able to tell that somethings bothering you

he would reassure you if you ever feel bad about yourself or have bad days, he would be there to boost your confidence

remember how he made his own version of the watch to travel different dimensions?

then get ready for him to present to you self made gifts for you

whether it's like a pin or a accessory, he puts a lot of love and thought into it

he gives me the type to lazily pepper kisses on your face teasingly

but if he needs the comfort or other way round, one of you would cradle the others face and kiss the other

going to shows and pubs for entertainment

definitely invites you to watch his show, if you are there you bet his eyes stays on you

him casually entering your house (with your permission!!) at the most weirdest time

around 2am he's knocking on your window so you could help with with bandaging

the first time that happens is when you didn't know of his secret identity which worried you

fights don't really occur between the two of you since he knows what to say and not to say if things get heated

since gwen sometimes crashes at his dimension, she would have probably meet you

it's like a sibling bond between you and her, you sometime lend her your clothes and she tries to help around in the house

im not sure what his actual age is tho...if you know please tell me, its confusing some said he's around gwens and miles age some said he's 19-20

if he is 19-20, you and him would probably be like the older brother and older sibling to gwen

which later on include miles too (miles heard how kind-hearted you are when talking to gwen)

to be honest, eveytime your with him it feels like a date

he's unpredictable at times, making it exciting to figure out what he plans on the date

nicknames is common between the two of you

his nicknames for you: love, darling and hun (he rarely calls you that, it happens when he is sarcastically teasing you)

your nicknames for him: sweetheart, B (since his name is hoBie yk?) and babe

if your open to different types of clothing style, he would lend you his jacket

the both of you would trade small accessories with different styles to match each other

Pavitr prabhakar

my cutie patotie fr ( not trying to baby him in anyway!! he's just precious in my eyes)

he is so sweet and polite to everyone, so i wouldn't blame you if you fall for him

you know those confession letters? he would probably leave one at your locker

very understanding if you dont feel ready for any PDA at the start of your relationship

physical touch is his main love language followed by words of affirmation

if you are okay with being held, get ready to be held by him

his arms wrapped around your side and arms, he likes to hover near you to hold you

holds your hand almost everywhere and most of the time

he has a way with words definitely, he knows exactly how to make you laugh, how to make you smile or how to jokingly tease you

you mean the world to him, of course he would notice little things about you

definitely giggles when kissing you, whether it's on the cheeks or the tip of your nose

introducing you to his aunt, which she takes a liking to you :)

bringing some food made by his aunt to share with you

you already had suspicion that he was spiderman, you didn't say anything cause he looks so proud when keeping it a secret

eventually it ends up with him spilling it since he gets cuts the next day without proper excuses

which led you to remind him to care himself when doing patrols

proudly showing you off to people, your just amazing to him really

dates with him is very calming and stress-free

like doing each other's face mask or shopping for things together etc

nicknames has got to be cute for you two (or purposely cringy to get the other to not pay for the meal)

his nicknames for you: baby, babe, bae or my s/o

your nicknames for him: pav, my s/o or darling

i feel like he won't mind lending you his clothes, just give him a heads up first

like it could be his tie that you found cute or his pants that fits you nicely

Miles morales (42)

his whole design was just so sick and just so hdisbosjso?!

him and you? yea you wish...that actually came true congratulations ‼️‼️

it takes a long time to be his friend but as a partner? even longer but it's worth it

he just have issues like lots of them, he's got to know if he could depend on you for help

take your time and slowly tear his walls down, show him your trustable and reliable

his language would range from acts of service, words of affirmation and physical touch

physical touch is a 50/50 with him though, you have to reassure him it's fine if he doesn't want to show PDA

acts of service is definitely his strongest love language

for example, if he notice your too tired to do something he would wordlessly do it for you

do the same for him! he would deeply appreciate it

if you ever have bad days, dont worry he would be there telling you interesting stuff to distract you from it

once your relationship is secure and good, he introduce you to his mom and uncle

his mom already had a feeling that he was seeing someone by the way she notice he slightly smile at a text on his phone

when you meet them, his mom would welcome you with open arms

asking you if you have eaten the typical mother things you know?

his uncle though? he intimates you at first, once he notice you were good for miles he let's loose slowly

likes to kiss your hand generally, like the knuckles and palms

if he feels a little more bold, he likes to tease you by kissing the corners of your lips and ghosting above your lips before pretending nothing happened

that prowler business? you were bound to find out sooner or later

he trust you a lot, he asks you too sit down with him to properly explain why sometime he doesn't show up to dates early

that would be a massive relief for you, you were getting worried that he's starting to loose interest

which you have to mess up big time for his trust and loyalty for you to dissappear (don't)

dates would take place at the rooftops, blankets laid down with snacks to watch the sunset

you cant tell me he would have a soft smile glancing at you from time to time while watching the sunset

seeing that his spanish is more noticeable than miles 1610, his nicknames for you are all in spanish

his nicknames for you: mi cielo (my sky/heaven) , mi corazón (my heart)

*if you aren't familiar with spanish, you would probably try and search up the meaning before asking him

your nicknames for him: guapo (handsome), cariño or mi amor (my love)

i feel like he likes small accessories from you when trading clothing

it's like a reminder to him that his yours and your his

probably brings it with him everywhere he goes

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Wooo im finally done!! If theres any spelling mistakes tell me. I hope you enjoyes yourself. Im thinking of writing more itsv/atsv if i have time. Let me know what you think. :)

#into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse x reader #across the spiderverse x gn reader #x gender neutral reader #miles morales #gwen stacy #hobie brown #pavitr prabhakar #Spotify #miles morales x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #prowler miles #prowler miles x reader

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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AFTERGLOW — TREVOR ZEGRAS

trevor zegras x fem!reader

prompts: 12. “Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”, 13. “If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.” and 15. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

summary: in which y/n is going through a hard time and Trevor is there to help her in any way he can.

warnings: depression although not explicitly stated, pet names (babygirl, baby)

notes: this was requested a little over a week ago but i wanted to take my time writing this one in order to make sure it doesn’t come across as though i’m romanticizing depression! p.s. i based readers depression on my own, but depression can appear differently for everyone <3

the dark room encases me as i’m laid in bed, a blanket covering me from head to toe. i don’t want to be in bed anymore, but i also can’t seem to get myself up.

the carefully crafted silence of my room is broken by the ringing of my phone, making me squeeze my already closed eyes shut even tighter. i let it ring out until it stops but the silence doesn’t last long because it’s less than a minute later that the ringing continues. i groan and slip my hand out of the blanket to turn my phone on vibrate. with the knowledge that my phone will no longer interrupt me, i turn on my side and let my breathing even out, taking my third nap today.

i’m awoken to a dip in the bed behind me. rolling over, i crack an eye open to find my boyfriend watching me with a soft expression.

“hey, babygirl.” he whispers, lifting a hand and brushing a piece of hair from my face.

“hi, Trev.” my voice is raspy from disuse and laced with sleep. Trevor shuffles around on the bed, laying down on his side with an elbow propping his head up and pulls me closer to him, resting his hand on my cheek. “what are you doing here?”

“you didn’t answer my calls. i got worried, so i figured i would check in on you.” he tells me. “how many naps have you taken today, baby?”

“three.” i whisper back.

“have you gotten out of bed at all?” his tone is pitiful and it makes me feel guilty. guilty that he has to see me this way and that he chose someone like me who can’t even get herself out of bed. i shake my head and let out a small sigh.

“what’s wrong, y/n/n?” his tone is calm, his voice soft and sweet. i just shrug and look away, attempting to hide the tears welling in my eyes. how do i tell my boyfriend that i just feel useless? that i feel like his life would be better without me in it? especially on days that he has to deal with me like this. “holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

he uses the hand on my cheek to pull my gaze back to him.

“Trev?” i mumble, barely audible even in the silence of my room.

“yeah, baby?”

“if you don’t hug me right now i think i might fall apart.” i confess. in less than a second i’m scooped into his arms, squeezed tight to his chest as he lays on his back. my tears still spill over anyways, wetting my cheeks and his t-shirt.

“baby, please, tell me what’s wrong. it pains me to see you like this.” his voice is tight, as if he’s hurt, and it only makes me cry harder knowing that he cares so much about me.

“i just feel like nothing i do is good enough.” i tell him between sobs. “and i feel so guilty that you’re with me when you could be with someone happier, who could make you happier too. i’m so sorry, Trevor. i told you not to fall in love with me, because look at us now. you’re with a girl that can’t even get herself to answer your calls or get out of bed.”

“y/n, i say this with the most respect i can manage, but please shut up.” he whispers, gripping my face in his hands and forcing me to look at him. “you’re perfect. maybe you aren’t someone else’s version of the word, but you’re mine. everything you do, you do with so much love and passion. and just because of that, it’s more than enough. and i chose you because you make me happy. i don’t care about any other girls because i want you. bad days and all. if you have to spend all day in bed because you don’t have the energy to do anything else, then we will spend all day in bed. we can nap and watch netflix and do whatever you want to do. but i love you, and i want you to banish any thoughts of you not being good enough for me out of your head. because if there’s anyone who deserves better, it’s you.”

my tears have slowed down, my breathing a little more even, and i lean in to plant a kiss on his lips.

“i love you.” i tell him.

“i love you more.” he replies. “now, what are we thinking? do you wanna try and get up? or do you feel like you need some more time in bed? because we can do either one.”

i finally crack a small smile for the first time in two days, his kindness making me feel the smallest fraction better.

“i think i want another nap.” i confess. that crying drained me, emotionally speaking, and now i’m tired again.

“okay. then we’ll take a nap.” Trevor snuggles down deeper into the bed, pulling me down so my head lays on his chest. it’s silent for a few minutes, and i’m on the verge of sleep before he speaks. “hey, y/n?”

“mhm?” i hum.

“maybe you should try going to see someone about this. like a therapist or something?” he suggests. “if you don’t want to, that’s okay, i support you whatever you choose, but maybe it might help?”

i nod against his chest, sucking in a deep breath before i sigh out a “yeah, maybe.”

my eyes are getting heavy, harder to keep open, and the last thing i recall before i slip into sleep is Trevor squeezing me closer to him, planting a kiss on the top of my head.

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #anaheim ducks #faithlynn’s writings <3 #babydollmarauders

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kiris-wife · 1 year

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i just read busted and OMG could you please do a little blurb on how jake and neytiri would react to their daughter dating ao’nung pls😭🙏🏻

jake couldn't believe his ears. he always knew this day would come, but he had no idea it would come this fast — his sweet little girl has fallen in love. and now, the boy was right in front of him, having the audacity to ask if he could date her.

“so. let me see if heard this right.” he pointed to ao’nung. “you. and my daughter are interested in each other.”

“you are correct, sir.”

“and you want to date her.”

your boyfriend swallowed hard. he never realised how scary the former toruk makto could be until now, looking at him like he just said the most absurd thing in the whole world. he knew jake was overprotective over his daughters, but ao'nung thought he could handle the situation pretty well. he was wrong.

“ma’jake.” now it was your mothers turn to speak, ao’nung hoping that she would ease the situation. “he is a good boy. he and our children used to get in trouble but it's all teenager bickering. let them be.”

your father frowned, looking at the metkayina up and down. “don't get too comfortable. keep your hands to yourself, boy. you better not hurt my daughter. you don't want to see me angry.”

“oh, i definitely don't.” he thought.

neytiri, on the other hand, gave a big smile to ao'nung. she couldn't be happier for her daughter. she was happy she was finally finding home in the new village; maybe you all could be happy here after all. “be true, boy. you've got a precious heart in your hands. she deserves the best.”

“i know, ma’am. don't worry. i really like your daughter.”

“i know you do. she's probably waiting for you, go meet her.”

and with that, ao’nung left with a quick “i see you” gesture, his heart beating so fast he could swear he was going into cardiad arrest. going to your encounter, you were surrounded by your siblings. as soon as you spotted him you got up. “stay here! don't make me beat your asses.”

“so? how did it go?”

“i think your dad doesn't like me too much. but he kind of approved i guess."

you smiled, a heavy weight leaving your shoulders. “he'll warm up to you in no time! don't worry.” giving the boy a hug, you could hear your siblings teasing you in the background; but you couldn't care less. you didn't have to hide anymore.

“well, now it's time for you to meet my parents.”

oh shit.

authors note; sorry if this isn't good i wrote this in under twenty minutes at a family's barbecue with one and a half beer cans in my system lol anyways i hope you like it 🫶🏻

#atwow #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #ao'nung #anon #anon request #ao'nung x reader #atwow blurb #jake sully #sully! reader #atwow neteyam #neytiri #kiri sully #lo'ak avatar #ao'nung blurb

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buckyscombatboots · 1 year

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I Wanna Be Yours❦

Part 1: Snap out of it

Part 2: Arabella - Coming soon

One stop off of heaven masterlist

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, infidelity, reader is the side piece, hurt, brief mentions of childhood friend!Bucky, no happy ending (sort of), reader is used, no aftercare, all hurt no comfort, p in v, rough sex, hate sex, doggy style, hair pulling, slapping, biting, allusions to reader being infertile (can be ignored :))

Nicknames: My girl, whore, slut, Sweetheart, buttercup

WC: 4K

The Happier version: My Girl -Coming soon

A/N: This is the angstier version of the fic ‘My Girl’ and is the actually original version of the fic and more truly embodies what I was feeling when writing them both.

A/N: Ive been gone for a really long time (like almost 3 months) and I’m really sorry I’ve been extremely busy, because as a lot of you know I’m doing a PhD right now. Anyway, this is part of a series that I’ll hopefully finish when I’m not so busy. I also have a few requests to finish. Love y’all 💕

༻𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭🎀༺

You both laid in the middle of the hotel bed, your head nuzzled into Bucky’s chest as you held him tight, taking in the smell of him like it was the last time you’d ever be able to. Your mind burned as you broke down every note of his scent; Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted it like a recipe in your head, begging yourself not to forget it. Just in case you ever had to recreate it when he was gone, it was inevitable after all—It was reality, this world you had both created in this room was no longer tangible. Someone was going to find out, or they had already—and to make him keep risking it, running around with you at night. It couldn’t continue, the thought of it ending made your throat tighten and a smell similar to pva glue fill your nose. It burnt as you blinked the tears back. Even as you squeezed him tighter, closer, it felt like he drifted further and further away; you could just feel it. He was distancing himself from you mentally and now physically, to make it more bearable for you both; so that he could lessen the pain, but little did he know the more he moved away the more it hurt, the more your heart shattered into tiny, little pieces that you’d inevitably be left alone to pick up. You wondered if you’d ever be able to repair your heart, or if it had shattered so much into such minuscule pieces that trying would be futile.

You had one final night with him and here you were, spending it cuddling him trying to suppress your tears. You didn’t want to see the pity in his eyes if you shattered, if you showed how much this little love affair truly meant to you. You loved putting up the tough, emotionless bitch act but you couldn’t. Not now. Not if it meant letting him go, never feeling his rough hands trace your every curve, never having him to kiss every scar, never being able to hear his deep, silky voice. You didn’t give a shit about the sex, no matter how mind blowing it was. You just wanted him to stay, you’d become celibate if it meant he’d stay. You’d do anything. But you weren’t “his girl” no matter how many times he whispered it to you softly or made you scream it as he fucked you. You just weren’t his. Not in the eyes of the law and not in the eyes of any of your guy’s friends. She was and you hated her for it, you hated the nice girl who brought you ‘Welcome home’ cookies, who comforted you when you were crying, despite not know you were mourning your chance with her husband, the sweet, beautiful, perfect girl that would one day give Bucky the sweet, beautiful, perfect family he’d always dreamed of. You hated that you hated her, it felt immoral, this all felt immoral. But she had what you wanted; him. She had him wrapped around her tiny, wicked…pretty, well manicured finger, it was wrong of you to force him into this—Bucky had always been weak to you and you used that against him. You made him cheat, but deep down you knew a part of him liked it. He was just like you after all, he was broken and a collector—but instead of things you both collected bits and pieces of others and saved them up inside you, it’s what made you both feel whole.

His arm that had been laying flat under your head shifted, he ran his fingers through your hair, rubbing slowly circles on your scalp, caressing the base of your skull with his warm palm. His touch was too much, you didn’t deserve it. That’s what broke you. The burning in your nose got too much; tears began to stream from your eyes like water from a broken faucet and the knot straining in your throat gave way to heavy sobs as you scrunched the material of his shirt in your fingers “What’s wrong sugar?” He asked indifferently, but you couldn’t answer. The embarrassment from letting your walls finally fall in front of him and the pity you had for yourself, that you detested, jammed your throat. You tried to open you mouth to speak, to tell him it was nothing or that you’d had an awful day at work, you’d always been quite sensitive, he knew that, so the excuse of being yelled at in front of everyone at work would probably work, but no matter how much you tried to summon the words you couldn’t speak. The frustration just made it worse, the warmth from your emotional outburst and his natural heat made it hard to breathe. You pushed away from him, finally distancing yourself. But the implications of your action just intensified your blubbering, you felt like a child as you collapsed in front of him.

Bucky pulled you closer even as you tried to fight him off. You kept your face hidden behind your hair, but he started to peel it away from your damp cheeks. “There we go I can see you now.” He let out a halfhearted nervous laugh, smiling. His smile. Your chest tightened painfully, even through your drowned vision, the full intensity of his welcoming smile hit you like a pile of bricks. “What’s wrong, sugar pea? You can tell me, it’s just us.”

“I can’t- can’t tell you”

“Why not? We’ve know each other since we were kids, you can tell me anything.”

“You’re gonna- you’re gonna hate me.”

“I could never hate you. I’ve seen do a bunch of things and I’ve never once hated you.”

“I’m in love with you.” You blurted, your hands scrambled to your mouth covering it in fear of more words spilling out unchecked. The room fell silent and you heard Bucky’s breathing stop short. You’d ruined everything. Your whole chest ached as your heart beat ramped up, slamming against your rib cage, your ears ringing as the precious Eden you’d created with him began to crumble and rot. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever, then he slowly pushed you away from him and he rose from the bed slipping on his shoes. “Wait, no don’t leave please.”

“You just had to go ruin it didn’t you? It’s like your specialty.” He turned to you sweeping his hand through the air as he spoke “ Y/N professional ruiner.” He scoffed as he returned to tying his laces “I mean God! You had one job! And it was to lay there and not talk, but you just had to open your mouth.” Every single poisonous word that fell from his tongue knived you.

You held onto his back trying to pull him back into bed “No please, please don’t leave me!” You cried, hardening your grip as he tried to stand.

“You’re so pathetically lonely, you always have been.” Bucky pushed you into the bed, holding your hands above your head as he glared down at you “You’re just like a dog you know that? A creature that can’t survive without its master. That’s what you’ve made me isn’t it? Your master. Well I can’t be anymore, the little doggy needs to realise that she can’t keep forcing people to be in her life, dragging people into her misery!” As he berated you you sobbed, trying to turn away from his scrutinising, to cover your ears. He was right, you were dragging him down into your misery. You were pathetic. You were harming him and his life by existing. “You know what? How about, as a parting gift, we do it one final time? Give the bitch what she wants? Would that make you happy? Would it finally fill that gaping hole inside of you?”

You nodded tearfully, gnawing down on your bottom lip to stop sobbing. It didn’t stop anything. In fact it just made the helpless feeling inside you fester.

He began tearing your clothes off, tugging at your shirt harshly making it catch your ear as he yanked. You resisted the urge to yelp, you didn’t want to anger him further. He tossed it carelessly and gave you a light slap on your cheek before squeezing your face in the palm of his hand. “You’re so pretty when you cry.” He let out a dark chuckle as he scrunched your face “You are pathetic aren’t you? I can’t believe it took me this long to realise just how pathetic you truly are. You can take off your skirt can’t you?” You whine out a yes and start to undo your skirt, but your eyes are drawn to Bucky undressing above you. You watch the muscle under his slightly tanned skin stretching and tensing as he removes his clothes. Once he was nude he looked down at you expectantly, catching your wander gaze with a stern scowl “Why are you still wearing clothes? I just told you to take your skirt off. Do it.” You scrambled to unzip your skirt, fiddling with the zipper. Bucky tutted, grabbing the sides of the fabric and tearing it apart “Simple.”

More tears filled your eyes as he yanked off your panties. You closed your eyes and thought back to the other times you were together in different hotels, how gentle he was as he stroked the soft flesh of your thigh and nibbled at your skin, whispering promises and praise as he approached your core. He’d stretch and tease you till you begged him for more and even then he’d be so very careful as he entered, pressing his skin against yours as much as possible just to feel even closer to you.

A searing pain shot through your scalp, making your eye shoot open, as he pulled your hair wrapped around his strong vibranium fingers “Face down, ass in the air.”

“Aren’t you going to prep me first?” You asked sheepishly, your voice not going above a whisper.

“Why the fuck- No. Just do what I told you to do. I’m hard, I want to fuck you.” He scoffed, clearly tired with your constant hesitations and questions.

Hesitantly you sat up and presented yourself to him, hoovering your face above the pillows. He pushed your head down, your heart jumped, fear blooming in your chest; for a brief moment you thought he was going to suffocate you, the reminisce of his smell on the pillows filling your lungs. He released your head, you lifted your face from the pillow slightly “Stay down.” He ordered sternly, sounding bored as his dripping tip pressed against your entrance. You did as he said, lowering your cheek back down on the cheap fabric of the pillow case; you began fiddling with the cream coloured fitted sheet, rubbing the fabric between the tips of you fingers. Waiting. Then you felt him push into you, a searing, stretching pain tingling through every fibre of your being as his thick shaft parted your walls. You weren’t as wet as usual, you weren’t as ready as usual, you were afraid of him in this moment. More afraid than you’d ever been in your life. “Fucking tight. God no wonder I keep coming back to you, it’s this pussy. It’s like silk.” He sheathed fully inside of you, ramming his weeping tip against your cervix.

“Ow! Buck, slow. P-please.” You requested timidly, stuttering out the last part fearfully, feeling a sense of uneasiness churn your insides.

He guffawed in response, leaning his head down to rest against your arched spine. Warm puffs of air made your hairs stand on end as he laughed at your request. Finally he rose back up, swiping a tear from the corner of his eye “Last time I checked whores don’t have much of a say in how their clients fuck them. Lay there and look pretty, moan for me, scream for me, but for fucksake whatever you do just don’t talk. You’re driving me crazy.” He pulled out in one Swift motion before slamming himself back inside, relishing in the cry that left your lips “I’m gonna use your little slut hole and you’re gonna thank me for it aren't you?” His voice deepened as he asked, changing his pace from long and brutal to shallow and fast. When you didn’t answer he slapped your ass harshly and clawed at your back leaving painful, searing red streaks “I said. You’re going to thank me, aren’t you.”

You choked on your tears as you answered, managing to croak out a very quiet “yes, Bucky.” Before burying your face back into the pillow in embarrassment from the sound of how ruined your own voice sounded. You took a deep breath in, taking in the lingering scent of Bucky’s cologne. Magnolia, vanilla, leather and petrichor. You chanted the list of fragrances, hoping it would carry you away to a better time. But the sound of his grunting, the sound of his skin colliding with yours and the painful, heavy sadness weighing on your head was too much for you to think back to the past. You were trapped here, under him as he ruthlessly pounded into you.

You felt his once loving cool, metal hand snake around your throat squeezing tightly, you began to choke spit flying from your mouth onto the already tear dampened white pillows “The one good thing about you is you feel so much better than her and you let me do whatever I want to you. You let me choke you.” Bucky gave your throat two strong squeezes before removing his hand to allow you to breathe “she- ah squeezing again? God I’m gonna miss this tight cunt. She’s so vanilla, only missionary, no blowjobs and I practically have to beg her to let me eat her out. But you, you’re a little whore, you'll do anything as long as I pump you full of my cock.” As he finished talking Bucky slammed his hips into your ass, watching it jiggle at the force. He craned his neck down and bit the supple flesh, grinding his teeth and licking the mark before returning to his thrusts, slapping your ass just to hear you yelp. You squeezed him even tighter every time he slapped your ass and with each moan and cry your voice sounded more and more ruined, you hated that even when he was treating you like dirt your body responded to him and he could draw this much pleasure from you.

The gradual heat that had been rising within you was becoming unbearable and the moans you have been trying to silence we’re now impossible to silence “That’s it. Scream for me.” A deep, guttural moan escaped from his open mouth, his hand on your hip growing stronger, to the point that you could feel bruises sprouting “Fuck. So close. So goddamn close, I need you to milk me with you tight hole.” Bucky’s metal hand moved away from you head and slipped underneath you, gathering your slick and fiddling with your clit with his thumb.

“Ahh! So good! So good, Buck!” His hand that was holding your hips buried itself in your hair before he yanked it at. You screamed in response to the burning in your scalp

“I said no talking you fucking whore!” You sniffled in response, feeling your release draw nearer. You pushed back against him choking out a moan as you came on his cock, your walls pulsing and squeezing around his twitching length. Bucky rammed into you a few more time with uncoordinated thrust, believing out a loud “Fuck!” As he painted your walls white. A whimper crawled from your throat as he pulled out; you could feel his seed leaking out of you. Bucky flopped down on the bed next to you pulling a few tissues from the bedside table to clean himself. An awkward silence permeated through the room. Not once after having sex with Bucky did you feel dirty, but today you did. You felt an indescribable urge to get home and scrub yourself till your skin bleed to even hope to remove the icky, gross feeling spread across your skin.

Slowly you lifted your head from the pillow and carefully laid down on your back, wincing as you reddened bottom came in contact with the quilt. You laid there staring at ceiling, tears making your vision swim. Bucky’s rough hand entwined with yours; he squeezed your hand twice and swiped the pad of his thumb across your knuckles tenderly “She’s pregnant. I thought I should tell you. She's gonna give me that family I’d always dreamed of.” The words that were crawling up your throat died, you died. Your body went rigid at the word, pregnant. Of course she was pregnant. The word made you sick, it made you jealous, it made you a crucible of contempt boiling over a bunsen flame—you were going to explode. “We'll, aren't you going to say anything? I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I thought you’d at least be happy for me.”

“Congratulations.” The voice that came out didn’t sound like you, It sounded robotic, metallic and forced. But that was all you could manage, if you said anymore you might snap and strangle him or go kill her. You hated yourself for hating her. But it didn’t make the nagging belief in the back of your mind that it should have been you. That it was destined to be you. He was yours, you were his. It was meant to be you at the altar, meant to be you telling funny stories at your wedding about how you were childhood friends that went to high school and college together, who both had brewing feelings that you both kept suppressed and when you finally both got the courage to confess you had to move for work, but destiny made it so you would both reunite and jump at the chance to confess. It was meant to be you.

“Thanks.” His tone was bitter “ I can stay a bit longer, but I’ll have to leave soon. She’s waiting for me after all.” He cuddled you close, stroking your hair, probably imagining you were her. Had he imagined you were her this whole time? Was it that painful for him to fuck you?

The amount of thoughts racing in your head made you want to step outside into the chilly night air to cool down, but now was your final chance to be with him and you weren’t going to waste it. You ran you hands across the corded muscle of his back, drawing soothing circles just like he used to do for you when you couldn’t sleep. When sleep made your eyelids heavy you barely put up a fight, you welcomed sleep with open arms, you wanted to be freed from the bleak, harsh reality and enter into a dream world where she was you. Yeah that sounded good.

“Bucky?” You called groggily. There was no reply. You crawled over to his side of the bed, it was still warm, and peered over the edge. His shoes were gone and so were his clothes. You laid back on the bed, your eyes catching sight of a torn bit of paper. You grabbed the paper and unfolded it, your hands trembling as you read it ‘I don’t want to see you anymore, please don’t bother my family. - James’ You read the words over and over praying they would change into another message, but it didn’t work. It only made the pang in your chest throb. You scrunched it in your hand as you curled up into a ball trying to disappear as you soaked up the shadow of his body heat, the memories of him that were lingering in that shadow—high school when he sat with you behind the bleachers in the rain and gave you his varsity jacket to warm you up “I’m your portable heater at this point.” He jested, letting out his signature low husky laugh that made you melt, college when he held you from behind as you cried into your pillow about your college senior boyfriend who dumped you, because he was graduating; you could still feel the phantom of Bucky’s warmth whenever you were sad thanks to that day. The day he stroked your hair and whispered into your ear that “He didn’t deserve you.” And that he’d “never make you feel like this.” Well he had so many times, he was right now. But it hurt even more now, it was over for good. You’d lost him, you were too many years too late and now you were just clutching to fleeting memories, but God if the feelings didn’t sting every time you thought about him. It was hard not to, he’d dominated every significant moment of your life. But now you were barred from his perfect little family.

Slowly you unscrunched yourself from the ball you’d folded yourself into, spreading your body out like a starfish drying out on the beach. Your throat was scratchy from crying and your eyes were heavy and swollen. Everything hurt, but simultaneously you were so numb.

You thought of showering, you thought of searching through your bag for some pain meds, you thought of driving your car off the bridge back to the city. You thought a lot, as you laid there staring at the yellowed patches on the popcorn ceiling from water damage.

You thought so much and so hard that you didn’t even notice you’d started crying, again, you were drowning in your emotions. You were huddled in a lifeboat slowly filling with water, with no sight of land. You were waiting for him to save you, but he wasn’t coming back “I wanna be yours. Just wanna be…”

A disembodied voice continued “Yours. Secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought.” The sweet sound of the man’s singing stops “I thought we were gonna sing together, sweetheart.” There was a soft knocking on the wall next to your head “No more crying okay? Guy was a dick anyway.”

“Who are you?” You questioned, sitting up and pressing your ear against the paper thin wall

“A person who’s also been left out to dry, a person who also needs someone to stop me from drowning. If you want some comfort I can come over; we can just lay here, Y/N.” The way he said your name brought back so many memories, you knew who he was

“Ari?” You asked hesitantly, the man who Bucky said didn’t deserve you all the way back in college was on the other side of the wall. He’d listened to everything. You wanted to evaporate.

The door knob of your room jiggled and then the door creaked open. In the doorway was Ari, droplets of rain trickling down his skin. He dipped his head down so he didn’t hit it as he entered your room, his brown hair was a bit longer than it was in college, his beard a bit fuller, he was much more muscular and his chest was more hairy; but for the most part he was the same, he even still had the same crotchety, yet solemn look on his face “Hiya, Sunshine.” His voice was low and soothing, as if you were the finest China that he was worried about shattering. He closed the door gently and walked over to the side of the bed, crouching down to try to make his bearish figure smaller and less daunting “Long time no see. didn’t think the next time I’d see you would be in a shoddy motel, but life is nothing if not unpredictable, right?”

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butyou-callmewhenyourebored · 1 year

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This Must Be My Dream - Ross MacDonald Part 3

Summary: In which you're missing your boyfriend and it takes absolutely zero convincing from the girls to fly across the world to see your man.

Warnings: Swearing, vulgar language somewhere in the middle as there is the tiniest bit of smut.

Author's Note: This is the last instalment of this little universe of characters. A blurb might be heading your way if I get around to it! Hope you enjoy this final part!

Part One Part Two

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Since you joined them on their UK tour, specifically their Manchester gig where it was very obvious to anyone who laid eyes on the pair of you, that you were completely infatuated with one another. You were 100% head over heels for the 6’4” bassist and he you. Literally from that day on, you couldn’t keep your hands off him. You wanted him all the time not that he minded because he wanted you just as bad.

You’ve never had as much sex in your entire life. It was true when you said that when you finally explored every part of your relationship, that he’d ruin every other man for you. You didn’t want anybody else, you were insatiable when it came to him. I think it was fair to say that you loved the bones off of him.

But you also just loved coming home from work and cooking dinner with him, unwinding and talking about your day. Your life had completely changed and done a full 180 and you couldn’t have been happier for how quick your life turned around. Ross loved slowly invading your space; his favourite jumper over the back of the sofa, a pair of slippers finding their way next to the front door and a bag of his favourite coffee on your kitchen counter. You also loved just sitting with him whilst he practised bass and creating funky little riffs whilst you nursed a glass of wine and just listened to him play. You’d never seen anything hotter than watching him do what he loves; whether that be on stage or in his living room. You were completely obsessed with him.

You also became fast friends with Charli and Carly, the group chat you spoke about when you met them properly was very active as you gossiped about your relationships and the band in general or life problems you were all currently facing. There wasn’t a day that went by where you weren’t talking to those girls. Girls you were very happy were now apart of your life, even though it was only a short time ago, you can’t remember what life was like without those two angels in your life.

Usually Charli was all up for a little juicy goss between you girlfriends but today it was less sex talk and more moaning about how much you missed Ross and how you felt at a loss without knowing he was going to be home for dinner because he was in New York for SNL with the boys.

Charli

Girl I love you but you need to get laid!!!

You

Ohhh I have absolutely no problem with getting laid babe! 🤷🏽‍♀️

Its the fact the man I’d lay down my life for is on the opposite side of the world.

Carly

Let her be! Haha They’re in the honeymoon stage!

You guys are so sweet, I happen to know he feels the same about you!

Don’t tell Adam I told you!!!

You

He told Adam that? 🥺

Charli

Girl how do you not know this? He’s so pussy whipped it’s ridiculous! 😂

Carly

He did! Ads is ridiculously happy that Ross has found his person!

You

I’m literally repeating ‘Don’t cry! Don’t cry!’ to myself over and over because I don’t want to cry whilst I’m with Denise and have her ask why I’m crying!

Carly

If you’re missing him that much, why don’t you go and surprise him?!

Charli

That’s an insane idea! I’ll come with you! I’ve got to head over there for an Oscars thing anyway, a couple more days in the US won’t hurt anyone!

Carly

I’ll text Ads, he’ll help with the surprise! X

Charli

I’d ask G but he’ll probably forget what’s happening!

You

You guys! I love you both so much! 💕

Bitch get your suitcase packed we’re going to NY!!!

As soon as you got off the phone to the girls, you booked your flights and then FaceTimed with Charli as you packed your cases together. Struggling with what to pack, what was weather even like in New York in March anyway? Her only input was to just not pack anything considering “You’re probably not going to be wearing a lot once he sees you anyway!” Which to be fair to her, it was a very valid point. Charli knew you both all too well.

After settling on a mixture of cute outfits; casual and a few fancier ones, she picked out her favourite lingerie sets that you owned and told you “If you didn’t get dicked down the moment he sees you. I’ll fuck you myself!” Which had you cackling loudly because you absolutely knew that wouldn’t be the case but you appreciated the confidence boost from her nonetheless anyway!

“Don’t let G hear you say that! He’ll start getting ideas!” You smirked; as Charli giggled before finally hanging up the phone so you could get the rest of your shit together.

When you got into bed that night, you wiggled about in excitement knowing that in less than 24 hours you’ll be able to see your man in flesh made it almost impossible to sleep. Feeling a little frisky you pulled off Ross’ shirt that you had stolen and opened up your camera app and hit record.

Sending it off to your man, as a little incentive as what he was missing and how much you were missing him. You shot him a quick warning text.

Just off to bed, missing you like crazy!

Do NOT under any circumstances open this in front of your band mates!!!

I’ll kill you and trust me I’ll know!

I love you xxx

His response made you squeal in excitement! You couldn’t wait to get your hands on him!

Fuck baby! You’re already killing me!

Sweet dreams! Only a couple more days until I’m home!

I love you too xxx

When you touched down in the New York, you forgot the intricacies of travelling with a well known international pop star and the fact paps were already waiting at the airport to pounce on whatever poor unsuspecting celebrity had touched down in the Big Apple. Taking your suitcases you wheeled them on out of the airport alone and into the awaiting car as you waited for Charli because if the paparazzi ruined your surprise you were going to riot because you really wanted to pull this off.

Switching your phone off do not disturb whilst you were in the car, it buzzed with a text from Adam.

Hope your flight was okay.

Had the hotel pop your name onto Ross’ room!

Also sent your man on a coffee run so I’ll meet you in the lobby! x

You couldn’t help but beam when you spotted your friend waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel. Rushing to pull him into a tight a hug, you were very grateful for a selfless friend like Adam Hann. “Thank you for doing this. It means so much to me.” You told him, once you got your keycard from the front desk, the three of you finally making your way to the floor the band were staying on.

“Yeah seriously! Thanks so much! She’s been so annoying at home!”

“You’re just as bad! Fuck off!” You shot Charli a glare although it didn’t last long because it sent you both into a fit of giggles.

“George is in his room.” Adam told her; as he stepped out of the elevator onto their floor, the brunette waved over her shoulder before skipping towards her room. “Ross should be back soon. It wasn’t hard to get him out the hotel! You know what he’s like with his caffeine addiction!” He smiled softly at you with a chuckle.

Hugging him once more, you pushed open the door to Ross’ room, abandoning your suitcase by the bed. His open next to the desk that was housing a kettle and an arrangement of crap you knew he had fished out of his pockets before leaving the hotel earlier. Immediately rushing to the bathroom to freshen up before your reunion with your favourite member of The 1975. When you finally settled on the bed, you already felt at home as his scent had already started lingering on the sheets, making your head spin and you started to feel giddy at the prospect of seeing his face in the next few minutes.

You weren’t on your own for very long; about ten minutes after you got into something a little more comfortable (wink wink) you heard Ross’ deep dulcet northern tone on the other side of the door. “Yeah see you in a bit mate. I’m going to go ring the missus!” You sat up, you leant up on your arms when you heard the click of the door, Matty’s voice briefly ringing through the open space.

“Yeah, spare me the details. Tell the bitch to text me back though!”

The flutter of your heart as you heard your boyfriend’s giggle and then him scold him for calling you bitch overrides your life long friend’s need to constantly call you names, as you rolled your eyes. Your heart beat beginning to race as you heard the door finally shut and Ross’ footsteps get louder as he finally got closer to you. You bit your lip nervously, waiting for him to spot you laid out on the bed.

You probably would have laughed at the confused expression etched across his handsome features as he heard your phone ring within the room and him running into find out the source of the noise, if your heart wasn’t thumping against your chest the moment you clapped eyes on him.

Ross blinked repeatedly as he took in your appearance. The fact you were here in New York in his hotel room and not at home in Manchester. The skin of your lip caught between your teeth as you attempted to keep your naughty thoughts at bay but he just looked too good. Already putting his coffee down, Ross was striding across the hotel room and launching himself across the bed before you could even utter the words “Hi baby!” His large hands holding onto your jaw tightly and kissing the air straight out of your lungs.

“Fuck. Missed you so much.” He managed to mumble in between kissing you senseless.

“Missed you more.” You moaned; arching into his touch, grabbing at his belt to get him as close as humanly possible.

There was definitely no need to take Charli up on her offer because the little clothing you had on was quickly being ripped off as you reconnected after nearly a week apart. The pornographic moan you let out into the pillows as his large hands squeezed at your arse cheeks, pulling at the flesh as he tried to get deeper was enough to make Ross’ grip on you even tighter and really drive home. Squeezing around him, your whole body lit up in tingles as he made you cum again.

Orgasms were always great but you’d never get over the way Ross made you cum like it was the last thing he’d do every single time. You shuddered at the emptiness as he pulled out, anybody else would be knackered after cumming three times but not you. He made you feel insatiable. You always wanted more. Pushing him on to his back; you climbed back on top, straddling his waist and wasting no time before sliding him back inside you where he belonged.

He always felt bigger, more snug if that was even possible when you were on top but the delirious feeling of dragging your pussy up and down his incredible cock, as you made him like this made your head spin as you rode him faster. Running your hands up his chest and through his chest hair that you loved so much, your hands found home either side of his head so you could lean down to kiss him.

“Love you so much baby.” You murmured into his mouth. “Could do this forever.”

“Always good to me aren’t you love?” Your boyfriend groaned into your mouth at a particular slow drag.

Pulling you to his chest, arms securely wrapped around your waist to hug you in place, Ross planted his feet into the mattress before pistoning into you so fast all you could do was babble absolutely nonsense into the crook of his neck.

“Come on baby, know you can do it.” He whispered into your ear softly.

“I want it. Want you. Need it baby. Give it to me. I’ve been good.” You managed to get out in between moans and chants of his name, like it was only word you knew.

“You’ve already had me though. Had your mouth round my cock within thirty seconds of seeing me. Always make me cum like that don’t you angel and now you want more?” Ross taunted you, the little shit.

“Always want you. Love you so much.” You pressed your mouth to his in a deep kiss.

“You’ll always have me, I love you so fucking much.”

You didn’t think it was possible for him to go any faster but his words of affirmation and way his big cock was fucking into you, had you cumming hard with a loud moan and triggering Ross’ own orgasm, filling you up so much it made you feel delirious. Rolling off him, you snuggled quickly into his side, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder, as you listened to his heartbeat beat erratically against your cheek.

It was moments like this that you loved almost as much as the sex, the man was incredible but you also just loved to love upon each other and talk absolute rubbish with one another. You couldn’t believe you had gotten so lucky. Ross thinking the same thing as he tucked a fly away piece of hair behind your ear, made you freeze as you just took in the sight of him, a sweet kiss to your forehead followed before he continued telling his story about the restaurant the boys went to the night before, that he’d love to take you to before you both had to leave each other again.

The two of you were in the midst of telling him about the flight over with Charli when Ross’ phone rang from somewhere in the room. Leaning over to rummage through his trouser pocket, you noticed Matty’s name flashing across the screen as he tried to FaceTime him. Ross accepting the call, settled back against the headboard knowing there was always the prospect Matty’s conversation could be long. No hellos were said however when Matty’s face appeared and your heart swelled when you heard the reasonings behind the unsuspected call.

“I’m not saying the walls are thin. But the walls are fucking thin! And if my best pal hasn’t magically teleported to New York and you’ve fucking hurt her. I’ll fucking hurt you MacDonald! Do you hear me? I don’t care, I’ll find a new bassist! Now who the fuck is in your room?” Matty’s voice getting louder and more erratic as he ranted.

“Matty. Calm down, it’s me.”

You spoke softly as you took the phone off your boyfriend. The pang in your chest when you saw the glossiness in his eyes at the thought of you being fucked over by his mate had your own welling up as you offered him a soft smile.

“Hi bitch!” Matty whispered; a sigh of relief living his mouth.

“Hey dickhead!” You whispered back a chuckle.

“You’re in New York? What the fuck!”

“I am!” You laughed. “Charli and I both kind of missed Ross and G so we thought we’d surprise them. Got in earlier today.” You explained to your best mate. “You surprised?!”

“Yeah! Fucking relieved too because I genuinely thought I’d have to kill him! I know you guys are cute but fuck me you two are gross. Like actual rabbits. I’m so happy you’re here, Ross can stop moping about now!” You laughed loudly as your boyfriend reprimanded his mate for calling him out, grumbling out that he didn’t mope which only made you laugh louder. Pressing another kiss to his shoulder, you settled your head against it as you continued conversing with your mutual best mate.

Mumbling something about a piss; your boyfriend jumped out of bed quickly, leaving you with Matty. As soon as the click of the bathroom door echoed back into the room your facial expression turned serious very quickly, scaring Matty and causing him to frown in confusion as to why you looked terrified all of a sudden.

“Be honest with me now.” You started off in a whisper. “Because I don’t think my soul would be able to take it if what I’m about to ask is true or if I ever find out you’re lying.” Matty truly in his confused era at the sudden change of conversation, his heart broke when he saw your lip quiver. “Why did you say that before? Has he ever given you the impression that he’s cheating on me?”

You choked on your own words as you managed to get out, the mere thought of not being enough for Ross was enough to have you about to sob on the phone to Matty.

“Ohhh fuck no! I didn’t know you were here. I heard the noise. I panicked. He’d never. I promise you. That man is annoyingly in love with you!” Matty grinned at you as he word vomited out his reassurance. “I’ve tried to tell him that you’re not that great but he won’t have any of it.” Your curly haired mate shrugged nonchalantly, successfully pulling a laugh out of you. “I promise he would never do that to you. He’d marry you in a heartbeat if he could.”

At the prospect of Ross talking to Matty about wanting to marry you was enough to make the sob that was bubbling in your chest before resurface but this time out of happiness. Confirming that you weren’t sad, but it were in fact happy tears because you just loved the handsome brunette so much. He was in the middle of chastising you about the noise level when Ross rejoined you both, slipping in beside you and automatically wrapping his arms around you. “Yeah, can we keep the moaning to a minimum whilst we’re here please because some of us do value our sleep.”

“I can’t promise anything!” You smirked; cackling as he screwed up his face in distaste at your boyfriend’s answer..

It took a lot for your to get embarrassed especially around your dickhead of a best friend but suddenly knowing that he’d heard the two of you, heard Ross making you cum multiple times had the heat rushing to your cheeks before muttering something along the lines of “We’ll try our best” before hanging up the phone, it your turn to groan into your boyfriend’s skin.

The two of you spent the next couple of hours in bed; no clothes, tv on, room service ordered and just content on being in each other’s presence. Lazily running your hands up and down his chest, you pressed equally lazy kisses to his skin, peppering them up his neck and jaw until you captured his lips against your own. Fluttering your eyes open, you took in his handsome features, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.

“I could do this forever.” You sighed contently against him.

“You want that?”

“Hmmmm” You hummed in agreement, your eyes fluttering closed as you pressed up against him in order to get closer than you already were.

“Marry me.”

Your eyes shot open at the question. Searching his face for some sort of joking air about the loaded question. You managed to spit out a soft “What?” Shock completely taking over you as you stared at your boyfriend.

“I’m serious. You want to be mine. I want to be yours. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He asked again.

You blinked up at him. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

The cock of Ross’ eyebrow; almost challenging your answer, unsure if he heard you right. Nodding frantically, you squealed in delight when he pulled you on top of him in celebration and kissing you so deeply it made you dizzy. You couldn’t help but cry tears of pure happiness as you let him kiss you all over. You were going to marry the love of your life. This crazy handsome, talented, attentive and kind man was going to be your husband and you couldn’t wait!”

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thosehallowedhalls · 2 months

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Love Is Dead (Or Is It?)

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 1256

Summary: A romantic and a cynic tackle Valentine's Day.

A/N: Based on this prompt. I wrote this last night, but I don't hate it in the morning, so up it goes. Happy Valentine's Day from my favorite romantic-cynic duo.

Love Is Dead (Or Is It?)

"Love is dead."

Trystan drops down on the couch, his legs stretched out in front of him and a look of despondency on his face.

Emma doesn't look up from her case file. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

He laughs and wraps an arm around her shoulders. "My love, even if I lost my senses and wanted to break up with you, I'd be more tactful than that. Or this.

He waves his phone in her face. When she looks at it, she sees a teddy bear holding a broken heart, its pieces reading lo and ve respectively. The little guy's shirt says bye-bye!

She laughs. "Oh, I love that."

Trystan sighs, then looks up as if asking for help from the heavens. "Must I bring all the romance to this relationship?"

Emma reaches out and pats his shoulder. "Not all of it. Just... eighty-five percent." She wrinkles her nose. "Okay, ninety. Hey, you knew what I was like when you told me you loved me."

"I was blinded by the incredible sex and unconditional support."

"Both of which I can continue to offer. But if you want romance, then..." She picks up his phone, inserts his password, and points at the screen. "I'm going to let Teddy here do the talking."

"Whoa, back up. Since when do you know my password?"

"Since approximately fifteen minutes after I first walked into your apartment and you attacked me. Did you really think I wasn't looking when you unlocked your phone that first day?"

He makes a face. "And here I thought I was being careful."

"You were, but I'm a detective."

"Anyway. As I was saying. What kind of world do we live in that that is on a Valentine's Day display?"

"The kind where there are people going through bad breakups who might." She jerks her chin in the direction of the phone. "Relate to a broken heart. Or, on a happier note, to an enthusiastic bye-bye."

"Well, when you put it like that."

"Where did you see Mr. Valentine, anyway?"

His expression goes carefully blank, and oh, Emma doesn't like that. "Trystan. What are you up to?"

He presses a quick kiss to her forehead and stands up. "Nothing at all. I'm going to bed, it's late."

"It's ten past nine."

"Exactly. Very, very late."

He flees before she can ask any more questions.

This really doesn't bode well.

She wakes up to fur in her face.

This doesn't initially bother her. Her apartment runs cold in the winter, so the warmth is kind of nice. But then she awakens enough to wonder why there is fur in her face. As a New Yorker in a run-down building, none of the answers she imagines are particularly appealing.

She bolts upright, ready to go to battle against any living creature who wants to challenge her ownership of her place. But what she finds isn't living.

It isn't dead, either.

It's a teddy bear, almost identical to the one Trystan showed her last night, except that the heart is intact. And the shirt doesn't say bye-bye.

It says I love you.

Emma isn't a romantic, as a rule. Flowers, chocolate, teddy bears, none of the traditional trappings of Valentine's Day ever meant anything to her before. But... She knows that Trystan chose this particular teddy for a reason. Just like she knows that every time he tells her he loves her, even by proxy, he means every word of it.

She may not speak romance, but these words mean something to her. She picks up the bear, and it occurs to her that this is the first time since childhood that she cuddles one.

Just for a little while.

Trystan brings her coffee in bed, which is not so much about romance as it is self-preservation. He knows better than to talk to her before she's had a large cup.

"I see you and Alphonse have met," he says.

"We've been talking about moving in together. So sorry you had to find out this way."

"That furry bastard. I guess you don't want your next present then."

She looks at him sideways. "Trystan, we talked about this."

"Yes, yes, and I remember what you said. I haven't bought you any obscenely expensive jewelry, have I?"

"You had better not."

"I will respect your bizarre dislike of a specific day of the year..."

"I don't dislike the day, I dislike the expectations that come with the day."

"... And in exchange, you will respect that I like what it signifies."

“Since when?”

“Since you.”

She makes a face. "Well, now I'll sound like an asshole if I don't play along."

"Funny how that works, isn't it?"

She tries to keep a straight face, but she cracks. "Fine. What's the next present, Your Former Majesty?"

"Get out of bed and you'll see."

There are two vases of flowers on the counter, which - okay. She likes flowers. She can do flowers.

"Well?"

"They're nice," she admits. "I've always liked white roses. What are the red ones?"

"Tulips."

"I like them." She caves, wrapping an arm around his waist and leaning up to kiss him. "Thanks."

"It was absolutely my pleasure. Do you want another coffee before we go to the agency?"

"Is that a trick question? You know I do. But hold on a moment." She runs into the bedroom and comes back holding a small package. "Here. For you."

He breaks into a delighted smile. "I thought you didn't care about Valentine's Day."

"I don't, but." She shrugs. "You do."

"Well, well, well." He shakes the package, then rolls his eyes when it makes no noise. "You know, padding a present takes half the fun out of it."

"Or it enhances the fun by keeping the surprise intact."

"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to."

He unwraps it quickly and opens the small box. Emma can tell the exact moment that he realizes what he's holding. First disbelief, then stunned joy etch themselves on his face. "Is this..."

"The key to my apartment. Yes."

"Emma." He opens his mouth, then closes it. His eyes glimmering, he leans in and kisses her hard. "Thank you."

"Well." She laughs, a little shakily. "That happened. Now I really want that coffee."

"Before that..." He takes her hand, linking their fingers together. "I have one last present for you."

"Seriously? Trystan, you're starting to freak me out."

"I told you once that you weren't ready for me planning at full power. You still aren't, but we're building up to it slowly. Anyway." He takes a package out of his pocket. "Your last present."

She stills when she sees the wrapped box. It's... suspiciously similar in size to the one she just gave him. "It... It isn't..."

He unwraps it himself, takes off the lid, and holds it up.

A shiny key lies inside.

"I know we're usually on the same page, but this is ridiculous."

"I'd go with romantic personally, but sure, ridiculous works too."

She laughs. "Just for the record, giving me a key to your apartment isn't 'building up' to you at full power."

"Sure it is. I'm not asking you to move in with me." He waits a beat. "Yet."

"Let's wait awhile on that one."

"If you insist. Happy Valentine's Day, Emma."

She sighs. "You're going to make me say it, aren't you."

"I absolutely am."

The words don't stick to her throat as she's half afraid they will. "Happy Valentine's Day, Trystan.”

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writingmeraki · 1 year

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hey stupid, I love you !

a lee kangin drabble !

genre : fluff ( tooth rotting ver. )

pairing : lee kangin x gn!reader, established relationship.

warnings : kisses, talks about love, not really anything particularly triggering but let me know if there's something i should add !

author's note : damnn look who finally posted ?!? that too with kangin ?!? i think i really need to start writing again...i miss it a lot but also it's terrible to be in this slumpy state of mind :/ so sorry for the long long wait and thank you for your patience and support 💖 let me know what you think of this hehe ^^ i had fun writing this tbh it's something that was inspired by that one tiktok, idk if you have seen it, but i saw it on Twitter and can't seem to find the video :( anyways enjoy !!

word count : 2.4k ( i got a little carried away )

💖 special dt : @kpdlvr2 ( the one who motivated me to post ily !! )

🤎🎧 recommended song : hey stupid, i love you by JP Saxe !

Growing up, you'd been someone who preffered sharing your love with actions. In other words, your so called love language was always in ways of physical affection.

A helping hand when your siblings really needed your help in their academic studies or a gesture of giving a flower to your mother when you would notice the damp mood she had, the bruises on your knees and scrapes on your hand being worth it after digging through the neighbour's mini garden for the perfect sunflower, especially when you'd see the smile that took over her face and the several kisses she'd shower you with for this, murmuring loving words of how she loved you so so much.

You don't think anything makes you happier when your love language is reciprocated by someone in their own unique love language. Be it gestures, gifts or even sweet words. You had a lot of love to give and surely you'd always give it in huge bulks especially to those who held a special place in your heart.

So when you found someone like Kangin in your life, you definitely felt like this was possibly the one of the best things to have happened to you.

Lee Kangin.

Your boyfriend of nearly 10 months, 2 weeks and 3 days. Yes, you kept a countdown which you memorised. It was your own way of counting how many lucky days you'd had since well, you met him.

You and him, in many or less words, were a simple cliché. Being in the same college, him being the forward striker of your college football team and well you being the captain of the volleyball team.

Seeing as how you both held a great love for your respective sports, you'd instantly bonded over your passions. In one way though, you knew you played because it was somewhat of a hobby, granted a hobby you loved and surprisingly good enough to be a whole captain of, you still knew you weren't sure as to whether to make it into a whole career.

But still you were grateful to have been in the team, happy to play. Maybe in the likely future, it could turn into something more but for the time being you were happy with it and really what else matters right?

Unlike Kangin though, you knew he was likely to begin playing for the national levels in no time, given this was his drive. His passion. Something that was definitely more than just a hobby. You could see it, him being a huge football player in the coming days.

Nonetheless, you were always supportive of him since you got together and him being the best boyfriend you'd had, was equally if not more supportive of whatever you'd want to do in your life ahead.

Showing up to his matches cheer him on, proudly wearing his number 19 jersey that he specially gave you and him making sure to scream the loudest whenever you would score in your own matches, making your cheeks warm whenever you'd spot him in the crowd with the biggest smile on his face as he cheered you on.

He'd always been the sweetest with his words especially which you quickly learnt was his love language, words of affection. They do say opposites do attract don't they? One whose love language was more of physical affection and the others being loving words, a perfect balance.

Actually he'd been the one to ask you out, he'd been the one to first confess and you were able to give back all his love with your own until he said the first I love you.

Kangin didn't mind at all though, he knew you. He knew every thought you'd have, and he even knew you wouldn't say it back just yet.

But well this was his way of showing his love. Declarations of it in those three little words. And you knew that, you of course did. You think before your mind admitted to this, your heart already knew. Your heart was already deeply and wholly in love with him.

And when you both were able to get a free day amidst your hectic schedules, you wasted no time in planning the perfect date.

A movie you'd been dying to watch since it came out was definitely one of the top things in that date, and who was Kangin to say no to his lover who asked him with the cute sheepish smile and the fact that you already booked them in advance out of pure excitement.

Besides he actually had planned to take you out to watch it first knowing how much you simply loved the particular movie series.

You'd worn a cute outfit, choosing a jacket over a white top and a pair of jeans you found comfortable yet fashionable. He came to pick you up, wearing his own white t-shirt and black coat, unknowingly matching with you.

You grinned at him when you realised this, seeing his own slight surprise at how you both matched,

"Ohhh, look at us, we're definitely telepathically connected." You giggled as you scanned his figure, the jacket definitely sitting perfectly tightly on his broad shoulders and the white t-shirt making him look the more attractive than he already was.

Kangin smiled at your words, turning towards you and grabbing your hand which had previously been sitting on your lap into his, entwining them and immediately warmth engulfing your colder hand, feeling relief at the feeling.

“Hmm whatever you say.” He said softly as he brought your hand up to his lips to place a soft kiss on it, your heart fluttering wildly at the simple gesture.

"I never did as well, I always have a good sixth sense of these types of things you know, a secret superpower in a way." You jokingly said with a smirk as you looked at him and laughed again at the way he rolled his eyes at your words ( affectionately )

“Of course baby, I'd never doubt you.” He said playing along to your little act making you wheezed a bit through your nose.

"But we really need to get going though, or else we'd miss the first few minutes of the movie." He finished as he saw the time on his car display, now only a few more minutes until the show timings.

"Right let's go then!" You said hurriedly putting on your seat belt because of course road safety and your safety came first.

Reaching the movie theaters, you both quickly got out, your hand instinctively entwining with his, a habit you always had whenever you would go out, a small smile forming on his face due to your giddiness. Really it felt as though it was also spreading to him and how could it not when his lover was so happy.

Having entered the theatre after getting snacks of, you both quickly made your way to your seats and sat down, the lights dimming after a few minutes and you immediately going into a trance as you stared at the beautiful cinematics of the film.

Even though Kangin wasn't quite a huge fan as you were of the particular movie series, he found it beneficial when he could just stare at you, in a cute way, and observe your reactions to certain scenes which really made you look the more adorable to him atleast.

In that moment though, he did know, he loved you a lot and he wouldn't have it any other way with any other person because you were his and he was yours.

"I love you." He told after seeing a pout on your face due to his observations, it was out of no where but he really couldn't help it, the simplest of things just made him fall more and more.

You turned towards him, slightly out of focus due to your attention being towards the film, but nonetheless you heard him and certainly you felt it.

You heart fluttered at his confessions despite it not being the first time but truly it meant a lot more to you than just three words. Three very heavy words but a type of weight you could carry for as long as your heart would allow it to.

Softly chuckling, you neared him and cupped his face, the only light being of the film, illuminating his cheeks and eyes holding reflections of the flashing scene, it was dark but you could still see part of him and it was enough.

"I know." You whispered gently and caressed his cheeks with your thumbs while giving him a peck on his lips. Kangin moved forward when you leaned back, wanting more. The action making you giggle as you shushed him telling him to focus on the film and to let you focus as well.

He wanted to whine but upon seeing your focus go back, he decided he'd take his own revenge later. You side eyed him once again, seeing the small pout on his face and held back your giggles.

Cute. He's so cute.

Soon enough, much to your sadness but Kangin's delight, the film came to an end. You were left with that bittersweet feeling of wishing it'd never end and though you knew Kangin didn't like the movie, you could see he tried to understand how you felt and kept interest in what you said about it afterwards.

It was considerate of him though, and that only made you happier with him more and more.

As you both began walking out of the theaters and were near the exit, you spotted something sitting on the corner of the left side.

It was a photobooth, the logo 'PHOTOS' being lit up in a bright white colour and you immediately felt inclined to go there.

You grabbed Kangin's hand which was tucked in his coat, looking towards him with excitement and pleading eyes.

"Can we please go there ? I really want to take some photos with you at a photobooth!" You asked pointing toward the booth and Kangin looked towards it and back at you noticing your excitement that you tried to keep within you but you couldn't help it and grinned at him as you thought of the different poses you could do.

"Of course. If it makes you happy, I'll do whatever." He said, a small smile on his face when he saw your grin getting wider.

"I've always wanted to take photos in a photobooth, but rarely were there any back home." You told as you began walking towards it now, hands still holding each other.

"It's good that there's one here and even better that you're the one who'll take photos with me." You pushed aside the blue velvet curtain as you entered the miniature room.

You both sat on the small bench, making sure the curtain was closed and only the light from the LED screen lighting up the space.

"Hold on, I have change we can use." Before you could say anything Kangin slipped a bill into the machine and the screen saver changing to a camera screen with instructions on the side.

"So we have around six photos we can take and there's a 10 second interval between each to change poses as we wish." You read out loud, and looked at Kangin who seemed to be already looking at you, nodding and humming, to tell you he heard.

Besides the screen there were also some headbands, and you looked back at him, him seemingly knowing what you were thinking and just nodding again, smiling once more at you.

"Yeah we can take with those, I guess. BUT only like two max." You already had reached and grabbed the two which seemed the most cutest, a greenish frog headband and a bunny one.

Handing him the bunny one, you grinned even though he glared at you, it was harmless of course, but you did it on purpose, knowing he's get irritated.

"Oh hush, besides you said two photos only anyways!" Putting the headband on, you moved closer to Kangin.

"Okay, so I think a good pose would be putting up peace signs ? For the start, it's a simple pose, well decide the others later." You got into position, putting a peace sign near your face and looking toward the screen as Kangin did the same, looking at the camera.

You pressed the button on the screen and a timer of 3 seconds went off before a flash blinded you slightly.

Blinking a bit to make sure you handle gone blind, you turned towards Kangin,

"How about I kiss you on the cheek now?" "Sure."

He replied with no hesitation whatsoever making you chuckle at his eagerness and you lightly smacked your lips, making sure you still had your gloss on.

Kangin turned towards the camera, slightly flushed, as you placed your lips on his cheek, they felt soft and just…right. You grinned as the timer went off.

Another flash went off, and you pulled away. Seeing Kangin remove the cute headpiece made you pout a bit but if it was what he wanted to do then you'd do it.

Placing both of them back in their original places, you patted down your hair and asked him "Do I look okay now?"

"Baby, you look good always, beautiful in fact the most prettiest person I've ever seen!" He told you with such determination, you felt like your heart could burst them and there.

"Kangin." Before he could say anything, you spoke up,

"I love you."

You said softly, feeling warm and your mind flowing with many thoughts and emotions.

A bright light flooded the room as Kangin processed what you said, the photo taken being of you smiling warmly and him being in shock, a contrasting comical expression and surely a memorable photo.

"Do you, wait-" Before he could say anything, you grabbed his face, scanning it seeing the little angel kisses littered beautifully across it, the one near his eye in particular being the most prettiest one in your opinion.

You pressed your lips to his, shutting your eyes, Kangin coming back to his senses just before the photo was being snapped, as he pulled you impossibly closer by your waist.

"I love you too, and always will." He said as he pulled away, his eyes speaking more than enough for you to know he meant those words by his whole soul.

You giggled lightly, placing a soft peck on his lips,

"I know my love, I know."

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chiyeko-kurea · 17 days

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Us, and everything in between

-Story of a friendship that no longer is.

Ps: Disjointed story transmitted through the notes I wrote in my phone.

The dates do not correspond to the exact event but to the moment when I wrote the note.

[PART 2/2]

06/01/2023

It feels weird knowing you won’t be there anymore.

It wasn’t talking to you anyways, I was ignoring you, but you were there. That’s what mattered. No matter how far I would go, I could still have an eye on you, notice how you dress, how you laugh, how you style your hair, how you smile. If you have new clothes, new jewellery, new glasses. I could pretend I didn’t care or didn’t even see it, but I always did. I could see who are your new friends and how close you are with them. These people, I don’t know any of them. What if they are mean, what if you don’t find your place, what if no one cares about you?

Worse, what if they are amazing and you perfectly fit in, and forget about me?

06/01/2023

I was truly happy by your sides.

In fact, I have never been happier than when I was with you. If the point of life is, in fact, finding true happiness, I believe that I have lived. Next to you, I felt alive, so alive, and I thought « I was born to be here, at this exact moment, with this exact person ».

19/02/2023

You slip through my fingers

Like water, elusive.

You were mine, we were two

Sure we weren’t okay, but I had you

And I clung to that. To you. To the idea that we were two.

But it was bad, wasn't it? We were so miserable.

Now I'm better, you're a little better too, but it's not because of me.

It's thanks to him.

I feel like he's stealing from you, that he stole you from me.

Because what you were to me, he is to you now.

I didn't save you, I didn't help you, we were in a spiral of misfortune together.

But he pulled you out, I know. He loves you, he's teaching you to love, he's teaching you to love yourself.

And that's the first time you've ever said I love you, isn't it? You said those words to him.

In a way, it's your first true love.

Like the other girl, the redhead. They're both beautiful, they're both gorgeous. And they're kind. They love you.

I loved you too, E. I still do. But I don't want to love you forever, because that would mean I'd suffer forever.

Because I'm selfish, E. And I can't be satisfied with the thought of your happiness. I love you, but I'm probably more selfish than I do. Because I want your happiness, but mine will only come with you by my side, with you in my heart, with your "I love you(s)" meant for me and me only.

I want you to try to please me, and I want you to know that I like you. I want you to think of me the way you think of him.

I want you to hug me the way you'd like to hug him, and kiss me the way you'd like to kiss him. I want you to rest your head on my shoulder, I want you to blush when you think of me as you do when you think of him. I want you to find me beautiful, not beautiful like a friend you find beautiful, beautiful like I find you beautiful.

I don't want him to exist. I want him to disappear, never to have existed. I want to be the one to help you get back on your feet like he did.

But I couldn't. I was the one who pushed you down, who was toxic. No wonder you don't love me like you love him.

But anyway. There you go. You love me, but not the way you love him. I'll never be what he is to you. You've never loved me like that.

You've never talked about me the way you talk about him.

I go to sleep thinking of you, you know. I think you fall asleep with him in your thoughts, in your heart. You fall asleep with a smile on your lips, after you've turned off your phone, after you've exchanged "good nights", "I love you".

I fall asleep alone, often sad. But I've earned it, haven't I?

You've never thought of me in any way other than friendship.

Unimaginable. Unthinkable. I'm K, K's your friend, you're close to her but you don't love her in any other way. With K you laugh, K she heals, K she gets better so you're proud of her.

But you don't know it, but K smiles every time she receives your notification, every time she sees that you're connected, she looks after herself for you, K. K thinks about you all the time, K tells her friends how much she loves you. K, she didn't think she loved you until she realized that this frustration is jealousy and that sweet feeling when she thinks of you, it's not just friendship. K, she doesn't want you to leave, K, she likes to see you in the schoolyard. K, she writes pages and pages about you, K she draws you, K she makes playlists of songs that remind her of you. K, she thinks back on the times you've spent together, wondering if you'll ever have them again, times like this. New memories, that she'll write down in her notes so she won't forget them, that she'll reread at night, as she drifts off to sleep.

K’s heart, it bleeds.

K hurts, because she loves a little too much but knows it will never be reciprocated.

But you'd never see K that way.

K isn't the one you love.

06/03/2023

Wavy hair as after braiding

Half tail with claw clips

White T-shirt

Olive green cardigan

Beige plaid pants

Doc martins

Her acne got bad

She was really pretty

07/03/2023

Black tailored pants

Black T-shirt

Short closed cardigan with brown V-neck, wool, with large round buttons

Doc Martines

Low bun with messy strands

07/03/2023

« In the back of my mind

You

die »

07/03/2023

I don’t want to let you go

08/03/2023

Horizontal black and white striped sweater

Shirt collar (black?)

Black tailored pants

Olive cardigan

Doc martins

Glasses

Acne again

Seemed happy

19/03/2023

I found peace in your arms

You found peace in his.

26/03/2023

I know I just have to accept that things will never be the same

It’s just hard, right?

26/03/2023

I feel like no matter what I become, no matter how far I run away, no matter how many years go by, I will always have this regret, the shadow of her presence in my heart. A constant reminder that we’ll never end up together like I hoped, that I screwed up, that our ways parted and maybe I could have done more to stop that. Maybe I’ll be a successful doctor, find a loving husband and have kids, travel around the world and meet hundreds of people. But I’ll never be fully happy. I’ll always have that painful heartache thinking about what we could have been. How different my life would be if I chose her. If I didn’t act like I did back then. And if my kids one day ask what’s my biggest regret, I’ll tell them all about that girl that I let go.

How that girl made my heart beat when I wanted it to stop, cared when no one else did, knew how fucked up I was and how awful I was feeling, maybe because she was feeling the same.

How I could laugh to tears in just a few seconds, cry under the rain and fall asleep peaceful with her by my sides.

How empty I felt every time I left her.

And how that emptiness stuck with me ever since.

25/04/2023

Please drown me in all of you

25/04/2023

[Beginning of our fight]

You saw that i saved photos on snapchat five minutes after i did it so you were online. you said you were never on snap i don’t understand. that’s so embarrassing for me; did you wonder why i saved 12 old photos in my camera roll? did you think of me? did you think i was weird as always and just brushed it off - brushed me off? your snapscore isn’t going up though so i don’t understand. who are you chatting with on snap? are you chatting with him? I thought you were chatting on discord or instagram. I saw that for Christmas you had matching pfp. It was cute i hated it. On the snap map i see you are near elve’s house are you on vacation with her or is it a coincidence? 14,874. 14,874. 14,874. I now it by heart now i always check if it changes. You were last online 13 minutes ago. If i called now, would you answer? You never did. You never did.

17/07/2023

[In June, we made up. Everything was fine. During the summer vacations, we spoke by message while I was in the USA, but in July she stopped answering me altogether. It was all over.]

I left you

On california roads

In the west coast sun

-I moved on- KRea<3

about E.

24/08/2023

it no longer scares me

knowing i won’t see you again.

I guess I moved on

Now when I think of you,

My heart doesn’t ache like it used to,

I don’t feel a crippling void between my ribs

I feel nothing.

You are you, I am me,

We’re just two strangers

And it doesn’t hurt anymore.

[I realised by the end of summer that she actually blocked me everywhere and I couldn’t reach out to her anymore. She cut ties with me.]

So she blocked me on Instagram,

Blocked me on the game we used to spend hours on

Blocked me on discord

I don’t even know what I did

Please just tell me what i did

11/09/2023

[She sent me a letter. She told me I have changed, I am a bad person, our values are different, I manipulated and hurt her. I was toxic. She doesn’t want anything to do with me anymore, and those words are the last she will ever address to me.]

Update: lmao she sent me a letter telling me everything and i wanna die

Update: i let go. I guess that’s what life is.

02/12/2023

Sometimes I’m in my room and I get a feeling, a glimpse of the past inside my heart, when we were still friends, when we used to love to play our favorite game together, and it aches. Not necessarily you, nor your memory, but the past. It wasn’t better than now, it was worse even. But it was like that for so long, my brain forgets things changed and my heart gets sad when reminded.

10/04/2024

It’s been seven months since i received her letter. One day I will reply to her letter, even though she specifically said she didn’t want to. Because I have some things to say, too, and she can’t deprive me from my right to express my point of view. Maybe she will not receive it, or open it, or maybe she will throw it away when she’ll realise it’s from me.

I honestly don’t care. It took years, but I finally don’t care.

People leave, life goes on.

And that was the end of us.

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zalrb · 1 year

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3 Nick and June 5x09 Thoughts

OK granted, I just skimmed this episode but I found their scene together to be rich with so much nuance so I’m going to do what I always do, break down my interpretation.

1. 5x09 Nick and June

were giving me Early Seasons Nick and June vibes.

In the first two seasons, I said that one aspect of Osblaine that I relished was their ‘in between’ moments because I found those moments to be where we really saw how much June loves Nick even though she wasn’t ready to verbalize that (from a previous response to an anon who said they didn’t think June loved Nick):

I think it’s clear that June loves Nick and the reason why I think it’s clear is because there are moments in almost every one of their scenes that show this.

I think we have the more direct moments:

and the more direct gestures/facial cues:

But what makes it clear for me, are the moments between that, because that’s when you see her struggle and attempt to reconcile all of her situations.

[...] in 2x07, as I already mentioned, she has the “what about you?” line and they have the passionate kiss

but it’s this that I find telling:

because she allowed herself to give in completely, lose herself completely, and be with Nick and this reaction is a culmination of things [...] but I also think it’s a self-admonishment because she allowed herself to just love Nick with that kiss.

And their scene and the dialogue around Nick this episode reminded me of this because June attempts to control her expressions. When Mark tells her he offered Nick a way to come to Canada, which is still on the table, she does her best not to smile

even when he mentions his name, she tries not to smile

which also happens when Mark says that he can set up a meeting between the two of them that very day

she does her best to react as if this is just business, this is just a means to an end

because she’s committed to her life in Canada now, she promised Luke that she would be “there.”

And when she sees Nick waiting for her,

like she’s seen him do many times before

(or appear to her like many times before)

she’s trying not to feel that pull, that jolt, that relief, that joy, she presses her lips together

to stop herself from doing this

but everything she’s trying to contain comes out anyway, and I think it’s important to note that it comes out when she realizes that Nick isn’t going to have a handmaid in his house because Rose is pregnant

like she’s shocked

but she’s also almost happy

because Nick will not participate in the Ceremony, Nick is still Nick, the same man she had to plead with so he would consummate his marriage with Eden.

While there’s also I think a bit of sadness and jealousy mixed in

But the moment he starts walking toward her, she’s grinning and flirtatious and familiar and knowing

because she can’t help it, the affection is there, the love is there, it’s very reminiscent of 2x12

which is especially evident in the way she says “I love you” which leads me to

2. When June says this

it definitely brought me back to 4x09

which then brought me back to 2x12

which then brought me back to 1x03

This idea of each other as their ... not even fantasy but as their peace, this idea that they would be happier and they would be content and they would be free if everything else went away and they remained or if everything else remained but they went away, that’s prevalent, and consistent with them and so beautiful especially since Nick’s response is saying the world can’t go away for a little bit because it’s going to be difficult for us to see each other

and June’s response is I don’t want to fuck up your life

but what really struck me about their entire exchange is the mutual sense of understanding and stubbornness about the “everything else” where they are both like, I have people I need to look out for and consider

I am coming to you as someone whose second nature is to ensure the safety of my family no matter the cost

June has seen what Nick will do for his family because he did it for her and Holly

and Nick has obviously seen what June will do for her family because of everything she has done and tried to do and is doing and will do for Hannah

but then after all of that is established, their obligations, their commitments, their charges, Nick tells her he loves her, thereby being like, you know even with Rose, even with my unborn child with Rose, I’m in love with you, and he says it in this matter-of-fact, my-feelings-haven’t-changed, I-will-always-be-in-love-with-you kind of simple, Nick way,

which he’s done in the past

and June is breathless and on the verge of tears because she can’t not say it back, not when she feels it this powerfully, not with everything they’ve been through and the way she lowers her head is one of those “in between” moments to me because she’s at conflict, because their lives are moving on without each other and yet they’re always present in each other’s lives, her love for him is always there so how can she still contain it?

3. Their physicality. I have also always said that Nick and June have a magnetic quality to their connection

ok, can we talk about...

The way Nick and June are so attuned to each other? I mentioned it in a previous post of mine, citing more the magnetic quality they have where you see them drawn toward each other [...] I’ve already spoken about 1x08, how June turns away at the last possible moment, the way her eyes close at his touch, the way he hovers near her, that magnetic pull and physical attune

and you see that in this scene, he leans forward a bit and she leans forward a bit too

and the urge to kiss is so strong, Nick is about to do it and June is about to let him, it’s what they both want, it’s what they both feel, it’s what they both need, but their messy world hasn’t gone away so he curbs such a natural impulse, particularly since June and Nick are physical outside of sex there’s always this urge to physically connect

and June is breathless with the nearness of it and the absence.

and OH MY GOD THE ANGST.

Thank you @splitscreen @skyshipper @pegscarters @give-me-a-thousandkisses @midniightsrains @resistancerising56 for all of the good gifs.

#osblaine #nick x june #june x nick #the handmaid's tale #nick blaine #june osborne #max minghella #elisabeth moss #tht

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daveyfvckingjacobs · 9 months

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Little things about Morris. (Mostly HCs)

climbs on everything. was probably a leash kid in the modern au.

runs/walks away randomly. Perfectly happy to do his own thing when he gets distracted.

will either eat everything or nothing all day no in between

Reads but had a hard time writing

will melt if you touch his hair

bewildered by compliments. bros makin this face :0 when you say smth nice

(Os is behind him makin this face tho >:0)

clothes are always too big

despises carrots

dancing around the house bc stimming and no I’m not projecting shhh

hates being told what to do but can’t function without instructions

Just wants Oscar to be happy

hates that Oscar destroys himself to keep him happy

feels useless bc of this ^

Always cold

still visits Medda sometimes but only when one’s absolutely sure Oscar is out of commission and won’t come after him. And bolts if Jack is there.

doesn’t love the taste of alcohol but drinks it anyway cuz he doesn’t have to think about anything when he drunk.

he n is have both had moments when hungover where they look into the mirror and wonder if they’re becoming like their father

wonders if he n os will ever find a better life

provably has wanted to hug a newsie before but remembered how mad os would be and didnt

and finishing on a happier note: Steals Oscar’s stuff just to see how long it takes for him to notice. - 🤠anon

I’m like those videos of dogs with twelve tennis balls rn just grabbing these trying to stuff as many in my mouth at one time as possible and then promptly abandoning them for the rest endlessly

just gotta dump thoughts for a bit in no particular order now and you can connect them to the hcs like a french worksheet

“why are you so cold?” “why are you so hot?”

morris has no perception of actual praise when it comes to complements on stuff he’s doing/says, he just assumes it’s sarcasm and then if they’re reinforced buffers for an age also has no awareness that he’s attractive asf and genuinely does not compute when he gets looks/comments on his appearance it’s very cute

morris, age 8, on top of a carriage: :]

oscar, age 10, looked away for fifteen seconds: oh for fuck-

on that note, george morris climbiest boy ever on the banisters and railings and stairs just levering himself everywhere while oscar trails after all sensible and Boring

oscar: where the fuck is my cap-

morris, wearing it: no idea lol that’s so weird

(like that one video of jacob with jbs necktie)

medda medda medda. when oscar is hungover or sick or injured he’ll just slip away, and sometimes it’s just to sit in the corner of the theatre and have that comfort/familiarity without ever actually seeing her, sometimes he’ll sit and talk a little. not much, never anything personal or detailed but he’ll talk and it hurts medda’s heart how different he is and the way oscar is never there

he holds a pencil like a fucking freak I don’t make the rules, also left handed so the actual act of writing is generally Hard and when he has to properly focus on spelling he struggles a lot

oscar broke the mirror after that and morris kept a little piece to still see his reflection, remind him who he is when he feels himself getting hopeful, even though he hates it

#this is the best representation of what my brain looks like honestly #never as cohesive as I make out #I just Lobe Him #what a bbg #newsies #newsies the musical #anonymous #daveyfvckingjacobs #newsies hc #the delancey brothers #morris delancey

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octoooo · 8 months

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I can’t get single dad giyuu out of my mind 😭

Was Sitting in virtual Spanish class and off to the side I’m jotting down notes for my little au about an accidental sleepover at the water estate.

It’s kinda long so it’s under here;

So, it’s late at night and Tanjiro has just finished a mission. He’s tired and on the way back to a Wisteria house he saw a while back. Their trip is interrupted by a gentle flap of wings, and insistent pecking at his forehead.

Giyuu’s old but beloved crow Kanzaburo finds Tanjiro instead of the Water Pillar. Tanjiro, ever the sweetheart, decided to bring him back to Giyuu. Especially since the crow has a letter attached to his leg. (Since it’s late the sun isn’t out and Nezuko is free to walk beside Tanjiro and pet Kanzaburo as they walk to Giyuu’s estate.)

When they get there Giyuu is quite surprised he has visitors this late (he’s been injured so he’s resting for the next couple days.) but let’s them inside regardless. Giyuu doesn’t even ask why they’re there, he sees Nezuko clinging to Kanzaburo (Kanzaburo loves the attention) and the unopened letter and tried to explain but Tanjiro interrupts him. He needs to write to Zenitsu and Inosuke who he promised he’d update when he returned from his mission.

Surprise! Muichiro was already at the Water Estate, he had wanted to check up on Giyuu in the afternoon and brought Senjuro with him.

Giyuu boils some tea while Tanjiro write and sends his letters and not even an hour later there’s more knocking at his door.

He barely gets the door open before Inosuke lets himself in, Zenitsu grimacing but at least asks to come inside

“You don’t need to ask, you know..”

Zenitsu makes a beeline towards the Kamados, fretting over them.

“Neither do you Kanao.”

The girl blushes and bows, stowing her coin back in her pocket. Tanjiro had been helping her open up, but Giyuu knew that even then it still took time and a lot of personal effort.

Zenitsu hurried with his mission so he could make it to the Water Estate to see Tanjiro & Nezuko. Inosuke had been on a joint mission with Kanao when Matsuemon (Tanji’s crow) delivered the news so they both went to the Estate.

The three of them met along the same road about halfway there and went the rest of the way together

Roughly an hour later Genya shows up at his doorstep. Matsuemon had gone the extra mile and informed Genya about Tanjiro too. Although Genya hadn’t demanded to be updated (like Zenitsu did) both Tanjiro and his crow knew how much Genya cares but cant admit it 👉👈

Anyway all his kids under his roof & Giyuu can’t be happier. You can see how happy he is because of his blank face

Lmao I’m kidding

He does look more relaxed & he smells happier than usual

Anyway Tanjiro remembers the reason he’s even there, to give Giyuu Kanzaburo’s letter. Poor crow must've gotten lost.

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Silly goofy exchange:

“With everyone showing up I had forgotten why we originally came.” Tanjiro laughs, a little embarrassed.

Giyuu pours himself a cup of tea while reassuring the boy. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“But I completely forgot about your crow’s letter.”

Huh?

He hands the rolled up paper to Giyuu. “Your crow found us and I wasn’t sure who the letter was to or from, so I thought I’d bring him back to you.” Tanjiro, ever the kind hearted child, beams at him.

Giyuu wants to cry. Wants to shrivel up in a corner by himself.

“Tanjiro..”

The one time Kanzaburo delivers a letter..

“Hm?” Tanjiro hums questioningly.

..to the right person..

“It’s, uh..the letter was for you.” Giyuu hides his face behind his cup, a little embarrassed at the turn of events.

..it winds up back in his hands anyway.

“Ah! I’m sorry Giyuu.”

Giyuu’s hand hover offer Tanjiro’s head. “It’s okay..” he ruffles the boys fluffy hair, getting a smile out of him. “I’m..it’s nice to see you all again.”

#kny #octo’s fics #tomioka giyuu #demon slayer #Single Father Giyuu au #tanjiro kamado #nezuko kamado #inosuke hashiriba #zenitsu agatsuma #kanao tsuyuri #shinaguzawa genya #muichiro tokito #rengoku senjuro #giyuu was gonna say he’s happy they’re with him <3 #Tanjiro knows without giyuu needing to say it #he smells all happy #giyuu realizing the children make his estate feel like a home #giyuu goes out of his way to furnish his estate for when the kids come over #he at least has the futons #I’m not saying the entire estate is suddenly decked out with nice rugs and furniture #I mean this is giyuu we’re talking about c’mon #his estate is as plain as white bread #I have many thoughts of single dad giyuu #and how he connects with each of his kids #I wrote a lot of notes during Spanish class #notes about giyuu I mean not the language 😭#this wasn’t supposed to be so long XD but I like it #is this what people call a ficlet?#ficlet #kny au

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 months

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HI BRAINROTTTTTTTT I know I’ve been radio-silent lately (college life has been, admittedly, kicking my ass) BUT I wanted to reach out and give a little life update that I thought might make you smile!

I recently got into a relationship— my first completely willing, self-initiated relationship, with somebody who actually treats me like a human being (!!! which is honestly a major milestone for me, as I’ve never. uh. had that before)! Genuinely I’ve never met somebody so compassionate and patient and empathetic and,, GRAHH I could ramble about her for hours honestly,, ANYWAYS that’s beside the point! Not only has she been actively encouraging me to ramble about The Arcana, but I’ve actually shown her a handful of your headcanons, and she’s mentioned loving your writing & finding the headcanons adorable!!! So you’ve not only got my support, but hers as well, hehe :]€

Not to mention, she’s actually been asking me to share the headcanons and posts that resonate with me most, and has been making references to a handful of them !!! It makes me grin every single time,,

On that note though— your headcanons have also given me the words to describe & express not only some of my own experiences (particularly with EDs, S/A, insecurity, and much, much more), but also express my wants and needs around those things in a way I’ve never been able to before— and they’ve been a big help in my relationship so far in terms of finding ways to communicate my needs & boundaries by using your writing headcanons as a base for those conversations (I have no clue if this is making any sense; I really hope it is, haha!)

ANYWAYS !!! All of this to say, things have been wild lately— I’ve been happier these past two months than I’ve ever been, honestly— and your writing & openness has helped me and my partner figure out, express, & even connect about our wants and needs in ways we wouldn’t be able to otherwise— so I really can’t thank you enough!

As an attempt at compensation though, here’s two silly doodles of Julian I did recently that I thought might make you smile. :]€

I hope you’re doing well, my friend! Remember to take care of yourself out there, keep doing the things that make you happy, & remember that you have friends in your corner !!

@lurkingposting I am so sorry it took me so long to respond to this, I just couldn't find the words -

There are so many emotions you stirred up with this message: gratitude both for your good fortune and for my small chance to assist you with it, joy on your behalf, pride for how well you're doing - not to mention how deeply humbled I am by the sheer amount of credit you're giving my work, when this is clearly something you've put so much effort into accomplishing!! Well done to both of you for building something so healthy and being so brave about facing your pain and difficulties!!

I am so, so very happy for you friend, and I'm wishing you and your partner only the best moving forward. May you have the sweetest love story :)

Much love to both of you -

brainrot <3

(P.S. - thank you for the Julian art!! I love your style, and his little academic mumbling moments XD)

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana game #julian devorak #julian the arcana #the arcana fanart #not my art <3

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beansnsoup · 2 years

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Jim Halpert headcanons

Warnings: shouldn't be any, fluff

*I put headcanons because I couldn't think of a title. This is really just a recap of what a long long relationship with Jim would go like

• Jim is the sweetest thing

• You both first met when you took an opening in the financial department at Dunder Mifflin. He had recently got over Pam after her and Roy got married, Jim just came to the conclusion that he wasn't for her and that it would never happen.

• When Michael introduced you to the associates he moved on faster then he thought he would. He loved to make you laugh just because he thought your laugh was the cutest.

• He didn't ask you out until Dwight finally got note of his obvious flirting and told him to go for it before he did it for him. Which you agreed to go as soon as he asked, I mean, who wouldn't? Jim is literally perfect.

• When you two started dating you got the label of, "Most Cheesiest Couple." Which the neither of you ever really complained about, you both thought it was kind of cute.

• Then he proposed, it made your heart do flips. You were finally going to get your dream wedding, and Jim never interfered with the plans you made for it because he wanted this to be perfect for you.

• After the picture perfect wedding you both had, you found out were pregnant. He couldn't stop talking about it, well mainly just to you and family. If the office found out, Micheal would find out, and he'd make a big scene out of it.

• But you decided to tell the office anyway, it's not like they wouldn't find out. Micheal just so happened to be walking out of his office, the man is hyperventilating. He's pulling you both in for a suffocating hug, "My babies are having babies!" He yells out of pure excitement, making everyone cringe.

• You gave birth to a girl, naming her Cecilia. Which means you were out of the office, ALOT. You had to stay home caring for the baby until she was ready for daycare. You never thought you'd say this, but you'd much rather be at Dunder Mifflin then listening to a baby cry 24 hours straight.

• Once she was in daycare you went straight back to work, never been happier to be there.

• Jim was all you needed, you were so happy you took that job.

Okay I know I said that I'd write for stranger things until the hype dies down a bit, but I just love Jim so much.

#jim halpert #jim halpert x reader #the office #the office x reader #micheal scott #dundermifflin #john krasinski

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safetycar-restart · 1 year

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I made myself sad thinking of how hh!Carlos would be when reader has to go on a work trip and he can’t go with her. Poor thing doesn’t have anything to do, no one to love on and snuggle and cook and clean for! He waits for her to come back like a puppy and the minute she comes home he’s pulling her into the bathtub that he made sure was nice and warm with bubbles and a bath bomb and he’s giving her flowers and so so so many kisses because he’s just so happy his wife is home!!

-hhc anon

OH GOD WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO US 😭 would you like an emoji by the way? So that I can tag your asks?? And if so, may I suggest 💈 because of Carlos’s incredible hair or 💍 because Carlos loves his wife? Let me know!!!

Anyway, on to this.

He’d be so sad if you went on a work trip!! Maybe it’s the first work trip you’ve had since getting married? Before you got married, Carlos still worked so he obviously couldn’t come with you.

But now he’s a very proud house husband who doesn’t work and he absolutely LOVES his life. Seriously he’s never been happier.

So when you tell him that you’ll be gone for a few days, he’s so sad! He won’t get to wake up with you and welcome you home and make you dinner and listen to your day and get fucked?? No!!!!

Obviously he doesn’t complain too much, because he knows how important your job is and he’d never try to make you choose between him and work. But damnit he’s a needy house husband! You can’t abandon him!

But of course he wishes you well, driving you to the airport if you’re flying somewhere, packing your bag for you (and hiding some cute notes and goodies in your bag for you to find when you unpack) and wishing you well.

The moment he gets home though? He’s so pouty and sad.

He doesn’t even greet the neighbours on his morning run while you aren’t there, just going through the motions. He does, however, clean the entire house top to bottom and do meal prep and some yard work.

And he preps for your return like it’s the event of the year, making sure to have all your favourite snacks and making your favourite meal and everything. He even buys flowers and lights candles and everything. He’s just so happy to see you again!!!

(Also if you’re flying back, he’s gonna meet you at the airport with a giant bundle of red roses)

He insists on running a bath for you, lighting some candles and using your favourite bubble bath. You, of course, insist that he joins you in the bath. He’s absolutely not going to turn that down, no way.

He’s just so happy to have you back!!

He’s so clingy for the next few days, keeping his eyes on you at all times, wanting kisses and cuddles and praise and desperately wanting to serve you because you’re his wife and his Dom and his reason for existence and you’re back!!

Despite his best efforts though, you can tell that you being away really effected him.

You make sure to always bring him with from then on and he’s amazing on all your work trips.

#house husband!au #house husband!carlos #cs #nsfw.#f!reader

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modyuki · 1 year

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🎸 HERE! Soo did your eye get better? I hope it is.

And do you know about anime Oshi no ko? D*mn, I cried when I watch the anime.

But I get an idea, How about honami with S/o that has ptsd because the s/o saw their mother died(get killed) in front of them when they only kids? (Like 5/6 years old)

Thank you again and I love your writing! (It's really okay if you don't want do this anyway :D)

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notes: HI THERE HAPPY TO SEE U HERE AGAIN , so about my eye well no it did not but I went to see a doctor and I'm using some kind of medicine and he said if it doesn't work they will need to cut it ' ^_^ , well I don't think I've heard of it before but I'll make sure to watch it :3 , and THANK YOU SO MUCH IT MAKES ME VERY HAPPY TO KNOW YOU LIKE MY WRITING :) , I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it :3

TW: mentions of Death, PTSD, Panick attacks, Abuse

Summary: Honami with an S/O that suffers from PTSD due to seeing their mother die

⋆ When you were a kid your dad was extremely abusive towards you and your mother

⋆ you didn't like how he treated her at all , he would always hit your mom if she did one simple mistake and he would do the same thing to you if you did a mistake yourself

⋆ One day you were helping you were helping your mother in the kitchen to help her make you a cake since it was your birthday , one of the only days in the year you truly feel happy but your father had other plans for that day

⋆ After you and your mother finished celebrating your birthday in which you turned 5 years your father entered through the door and saw that none of you waited for him

⋆ When your mother saw the look in his face she told you to run quick and hide , she would distract him

⋆ luckily for you , your father didn't see where you were hidden , but before you noticed it he walked in to the kitchen dragging your mother by the arm

⋆ He had a strong grip on her you could tell , she was trying to get out but nothing worked

⋆ With that he took a knife from the drawers and stabbed her multiple times

⋆ After your mom stopped moving your dad left the house thinking you ran away and when he close the door you went out the closest

⋆ You were shaking and crying so much

⋆ You didn't know what to do , you were so scared what if he were to find you again what if he kill's you too

⋆ That same night the neighbors called the police for a noise complaints 🙄 which lead to the police finding you laying crying close to your mother's dead body

⋆ After that you stayed with your aunt and fortunately your father was putted in prison

⋆ But things weren't the same after that you were different

⋆ When you turned six your aunt said there was a few children that always played in the park close to the house so if anything went wrong you could come back

⋆ and you actually went , and this was were U met your childhood best friends Saki , Ichika , Shiho and Honami

⋆ Ever since that day you felt happier than you have ever been you felt happy to spend time with them

⋆ That was until Saki was sent to the hospital in middle school and had to stay during Junior high as well

⋆ All of you got separated well except you and Honami your mental health still got worse tho since some kids found out about what your dad did and because of that they thought you were gonna become just like your dad

⋆ Middle School was hell being constantly reminded about what happened that day over and over again just because some stupid classmate found out about it

⋆ You were on the verge of tears on your way to class until you heard a soft voice behind you catching your attention

S/O are you ok ? your breathing very fast is something wrong?

Oh Honami .... It's fine don't worry we should be heading to class anyway

⋆ It was your childhood friend and now girlfriend Honami

⋆ She confessed to you not to long ago actually she even gave you homemade apple pie she made herself to you

⋆ She knew about your past and how you had PTSD because of this she always made sure to comfort you

⋆She was always by your side when you had trouble sleeping , her hugs were always so soft not even your nightmares were able to fight against that

⋆ Apple pies became your comfort food , especially when your birthday came around instead of cake she would make you an apple pie since it helped you get your mind of it

⋆ She always did everything she could to make sure you didn't think about it

⋆ When Saki finally got back from the Hospital during High School They all fixed their friendship bods specially you , you were all so happy that you were all back together

⋆ A few days later they started noticing your behaviour change to what it seemed to be scared ? , but they didn't pay much mind to it since you've always been like this specially on your birthday .... How odd

⋆ After School Honami got asked by Saki

Why does (name) always seems so scared during the day's close to their birthday?

Oh about that...

I think it's better if you asked them yourselves since it's a very sensitive topic and I don't know if they are ready to talk about it

⋆ Now if they ask and you decide to tell them yourself , Honami will be beside you rubbing your back to comfort you , if you stop mid sentence she'll ask if you want her to finish it for you and she will tell that you were very brave for telling it to them

⋆ Now if you tell Honami to tell them she'll be very careful while telling them and also give them advice so they don't overwhelm you

⋆ Over all Honami would take very good care of you , she is an amazing girlfriend to have and she loves you no matter what all she would like in return was your affection and maybe a few apple pie pieces from her favourite bakery

notes: I'M SORRY IF THIS TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭 I GOT BUSY AND I'M SORRY IF THIS GOT TOO SHORT OR TOO LONG I'M STILL GETTING USE TO WRITING, Still make sure to drink water eat something and get some sleep ok :3 have a nice day/night

#pjsk x reader #project sekai #project sekai x reader #colorful stage #pjsekai #pjsekai x reader #proseka #proseka x reader #honami mochizuki #honami mochizuki x reader #ichika hoshino #shiho hinomori #leo/need #x reader

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