#fuck now I’m crying and I’ve got a friend coming over in 2 hours to hang out so I have to Be Normal

[southislandwren]

Okay so basically the cat that lives in my house is in the fucking pet hospital for not eating and like. The universe is really just trying to get my parents to crack huh

#arby is my moms most favorite animal ever and both her parents are dead and she lost 2 pets March 2021 #like really? you’re gonna put her cat in the hospital? what is that supposed to accomplish #also I’m a little drunk right now so like. come on what is the point of arby being sick #what are we. as a family unit. supposed to learn from having another scare. we collectively have suffered so much since March 25th 2021 #fuck now I’m crying and I’ve got a friend coming over in 2 hours to hang out so I have to Be Normal #and I’m so scared bc like. a person in my space looking at all my stuff #the solution to these fears? more vodka lmaooooo #diary post #anyway putting it out into the universe to save my cat for my parents sake. don’t do this to them please

[cultofdixon]

Strong, Healthy, that’s all that matters

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Part 2 to “You do what you can” • Alexandria is a wonderful luxury the group was given. Even with the ups and downs • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity • TW: Miscarriage Mentioned / Pregnancy / Vomiting & Excessive Nausea / Canon Violence

Requested by: Anon

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“Why are you out here and not inside with Y/N?” Carol asked her best friend from her porch while he sat on the fence fiddling with his crossbow.

“Doc gave her a sedative. She’s safe, don’t gotta watch her”

“Then why are you biting your thumb every now and then?” She comments on his anxious habit resulting in Daryl stopping himself from continuing.

“She’s weak, can barely stand weak. I’m tryin’ to think of what to do for her when the best thing for her right now is sleep and the IV that doc put in her. He comes by every hour to give us a new one and take the old one to refill. Rick or I change it but I don’t know what else I could do”

“Well, how about I make something that I ate during my pregnancy that I knew I kept down…see if Y/N can handle it. If not, I’ll keep making things pregnancy friendly with what we’ve got.”

“I heard what yea said when they took her to the infirmary.” Daryl hung his head low to avoid her shocked expression. “You wished she’d lost it, then she wouldn’t be useless when we take this place if people fuck with us enough.”

“Daryl—-“

“If yea mean it, then do that shit for my partner and our baby. Otherwise I’ve got it.”

“Yet you’re siting out here and not being with her. Doesn’t matter if you can’t do anything but watch her sleep or hell, sleep with her why not. That’s doing something” Carol states walking past to go to the pantry.

“You look ridiculous by the way!” He had to make one last comment which got a laugh out of the woman.

After a bit more time sitting on the porch to think of anything else he could do for his partner, he decided it was best to listen to his best friend. But when he entered the bedroom Y/N took, she wasn’t in bed and her IV bag was unhooked from her and clamped to keep it from continuing to dispense. Daryl was about to let his anxiety take over when he heard splashing of water.

The second he peaked his head into the bathroom, Y/N quickly turned to him.

“Hi…”

“Hi…how are yea…” His face distorted to the mixture of smells happening in the room. “feeling? What is—-“

“Vomit. I didn’t…make it to the toilet or the trash can at least and puked all over my clothes” Y/N frowns feeling awful about it as she quickly turned away to avoid her tears being noticeable. It’s small potatoes but she’s crying anyway…and again.

Daryl brought himself to kneel by the bath gently taking her chin bringing her attention onto him. He then took care of wiping away the tears bringing out that smile of hers as he leans against the edge of the tub.

“I’ll get you clean clothes. There’s sweats I saw….uhm. Did you take your IV out? Do I have to get—-“

“No it was uhm. The IV tubing was one like a screw in and not a needle piercing the plastic” Y/N showed him that she taped the excess tubing to her arm and did her best to keep it dry. “It’s honestly hard to explain and just easier to show you when I put it back in”

“Puttin’ your old nursing days to use”

“Surprised you even remember that…and it was just a clinic” Y/N laughs softly sinking a bit into the water that was starting to lose its warmth.

“Everythin’ you’ve said to me, I’ve kept to memory. You’re my girl.” Daryl gave her a soft smile which she will take to memory as she brought her hand to rest on his cheek watching him kiss the inside of her palm.

“You know you don’t have to be calm with me…” Y/N reassures even when he gave her a confused look. “I have gotten pretty good at reading your expressions, especially your infamous blank ones…I know you don’t like it here. It’s…scary and I’m not gonna get used to it instantly either or like the others”

“All I want is to keep my family safe. Something doesn’t feel right here but all I gotta do is keep y’all safe”

Y/N smiles bringing herself to the edge pressing a kiss to his lips as he happily returns the gesture.

“Need help out?” Daryl asks when Y/N pulled the stopper out to let the water drain. She nods watching him stand up holding his hands out for her to take carefully.

The second Daryl helped her stand to her feet his eyes fixated on something that anxiously took Y/N’s attention.

“What happened?”

“Nothin’. Nothin’ bad” Daryl states still staring as he helps her out of the tub and reaching for the towel on the sink she set out for herself. “You’re showin’” he says while gently wrapping her in the towel and finding the opportunity to rest his hand on her belly after giving her a quick glance for any signs from her of not wanting him to do such.

But his large hands make it look like nothing in comparison to Y/N keeping the towel from covering her belly a moment so she could rest her hand on her small but growing bump. She couldn’t help the tears that started to form at her waterline when looking at the small bump as she was worried ever since she found out she was pregnant and had this 1 in a million case of intense nausea that the baby wouldn’t grow.

Yet here they were admiring the small thing as Daryl rest his forehead against hers a moment while they both looked before he wrapped her entirely in the towel and picking her up bridal style carrying her back to the rest of bedroom.

Once she dressed in the sweats and long sleeve Daryl had gotten out for her, it felt like a cue for Rick to step in without knocking but Y/N was used to that. She grew up with the guy.

“How are yea feeling?”

“I’m doing okay” Y/N gave him a tired smile while showing Daryl how to reconnect the IV bag. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah you remember Deanna coming in to introduce herself to you?”

“Yeah?” The confusion grew on her partner’s face to what he was getting at.

“She’s throwing a welcoming party or whatever they’re called for our infusion to the place. She wants you to come if you’re feeling well enough”

“I could just lie—-“

“Yeah I know but I have to go and so are the kids. I’d just. Like it if you came” Rick says on his way out before Y/N could say anymore on the matter. She turned to Daryl and before he could share his concerns on why he doesn’t exactly feel welcomed…

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Frankly I don’t…really want to either. I never fit in with this kind of crowd” Y/N rest her head on Daryl’s shoulder feeling his arm snake around her bringing her close. “You just be safe with whatever you do and I promise you I will be safe.”

“You just know what to say huh?” Daryl chuckles lightly pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll uh…well, I wanna check out the place when there’s not a lot of people ‘round”

“Can you make sure the wall is actually secure?”

“That what you’re really worried about?”

“I’m pregnant, Dar. I’m worried about a lot of things”

The night of the party came and Rick quietly approaches Y/N’s bedroom knocking on the door frame watching her attention go from the full body mirror to him. She was wearing a dress that was more on the fitted side and showed off her bump, the dress was given to her by Deanna. As if she wanted to show everyone who the pregnant newcomer was.

“You look miserable”

“Yeah but not in that sense. The doc came by to check me out…as per request by—-“

“Jesus fucking Christ”

“And he said I should be fine to go. So I can’t really stand up this party…especially since she also dropped this dress off and it’s like. She wants everyone to know I’m the pregnant one”

“Yeah I don’t quite understand this whole “reliving the old life” Alexandria’s got going for it. But I’ve found a sweater in my closet that I think you’d like to wear over the dress.” Rick tossed his sister the grey sweater that she instantly put on. “Well don’t we clean up nice”

“You miss it?” Y/N questions as she sits on the edge of the bed slipping her untied converse with ease as Rick instantly knelt down to help her by tying them. “The old world?”

“Honest? I don’t”

“Why?”

“I missed my sister, now I see her everyday” Rick stood to his feet once he tied her shoes and helped her up. “I don’t ever want to go back to rarely ever seeing you”

The first thirty minutes of the party, Y/N was approached by those simply introducing themselves to the newcomers and the occasional woman that was too curious about her pregnancy. She even had to swat someone from touching her belly. It seemed to only get worse when one of Deanna’s sons, Aiden walked over trying to do his usual shtick.

“Come here often?”

Gross. “Nope” Y/N tried to brush him off but he kept his place.

“I saw yea come in on a stretcher. Thank god a bombshell like yourself pulled through”

“I wasn’t dying”

“Ah well. Still”

“Still what? Did you not see the man glued to my side or the smallest but obvious reason why I had to be rolled into this shithole?” Y/N glared at the man while holding her belly as Aiden cleared his throat.

“I uh. Just thought you were fat—-“

“EXCUSE ME?!” Y/N scoffs about to break this man in half when Maggie cut in and physically shoved the guy back.

“Woah watch it. I was having a conversa—-“

“Yeah and it’s done, unless you want me to let her beat you to a pulp”

“Like her weak ass can even land a punch”

And without another word, Maggie moved out of Y/N’s way and she didn’t hesitate to land a good one right in the kisser. Aiden instantly fumbled back about to fight back when Reg instantly pulled his son away letting Deanna take care of the situation. But Y/N had enough of being there.

“Come on Rocky, let’s get you home before the ref realizes what happened to her bitch of a son” Maggie quickly wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders walking out of the house and heading toward the Grimes’s residence.

“Hope Daryl is having a better time than I am.” Y/N frowns feeling the sick feeling return.

Meanwhile Daryl was checking out the bike frame Aaron had shown him and while he was making a plate for the archer’s partner…Eric wobbled in.

“Hey you never told us your wife’s name”

“She’s not my—-Y/N—We ain’t married.” Daryl fumbled a bit as he had that strange old world feeling when it came to their “situation”.

Y/N Grimes is the love of Daryl Dixon’s life. Neither of them like labels.

Daryl calls her sunshine, darling, and lovely.

Y/N calls him my love, babe, and the occasional Darbear for the fun of it.

The archer calls her his partner to others and some part of him would love to use my wife.

So what’s stopping me? Daryl thought as Eric gave him a confused look after his scrambling.

“I know we just met but do you mind if I push?”

“Why do yea want to?”

“Because I feel like it. I talked to Y/N when we were both in the infirmary” Eric leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. “She’s a catch, and fate brought you two together…you don’t need a fancy wedding for a union anymore. I get some don’t like labels or whatever, but honestly, those labels are sometimes not for you…besides” He reached into his pocket tossing a ring box at the archer. “She loved that”

Such little time in the infirmary lead to a lot of unanswered questions. But Daryl found himself heading back to the Grimes’s residence with a wrapped plate of spaghetti and a ring in a velvet box. Nothing too fancy. Nothing like what the brides have in the old movies. It suited them. That’s how perfect it was.

“Hey Dixon!” Pete calls out to Daryl carrying a few things in his hands as he stalls by the steps. “Got a few things for your woman after doing a bit of research and what happened tonight”

“The fuck happen tonight?”

Pete gave him about the same level of blank staring before handing him one of those instant ice packs. “She punched the Monroe boy. Should help with the bruising. Plus found one of these pregnancy books in what we are suppose to call a library? Anyway and some nausea meds”

“Thanks…” Daryl accepted everything as he watches him leave before quickly picking up where he left off heading inside.

The archer quickly dropped the plate off on the kitchen island before making his way upstairs and into their shared room finding her still awake. Y/N still wearing the sweater her brother gave her but was finally out of that stupid dress. When she locked eyes with her partner, some part of her wished she still wore it for him to see but she was more focused on everything he carried.

“You were busy tonight”

“Uh. I guess.” Daryl brought himself to sit beside Y/N feeling her lips instantly press onto his cheek the moment he sat before resting her cheek against his shoulder. “Heard about your right hook”

“Dumbass deserved it…”

“Gotta point him out for me, so I know who to fucking show who’s boss”

“I sort of already did, but I will” Y/N laughs lightly against him, taking the offered instant ice pack to crack it and hold it on her dominant hand. “What else you’ve got?”

“I’ve got yea a plate in the kitchen. Had dinner with Aaron and his partner Eric. It was…nice. I wish you were there with me” Daryl kissed the top of her head as she snuggled up into him humming in response. “The doc also gave me meds for yea to try when it comes to your vomiting”

“I can take down fluids so I don’t need the IV anymore. That’s one good thing happening”

“That’s great” Daryl repeated the phrase once more before carefully pulling away from Y/N setting down the nausea meds along with the pregnancy book that peaked her interest—-for only a short moment.

Because the archer getting down on one knee instantly brought her attention away.

“Daryl Dixon. What are you doing?”

“Something…something stupid? I…I know about what we think of labels and shit but I can’t shake this”

“Daryl…” Y/N softens bringing herself entirely to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been wanting to call you my wife since the last month of peace back at the prison. I want and am gonna spend the rest of my life with you…and this peanut is just. Our overflowing love onto another human being…”

“So poetic of you, Daryl Dixon…” Y/N laughs softly bringing his face into her hands as the tears instantly fell from her touch.

“I love you so much, sunshine”

“I love you so much more Darbear” She smirks hearing his annoyed laugh escape his lips as she gently wipes away his tears. “Now are you going to ask me? Because I don’t need a ring to tell the world how much I love being your wife”

Daryl gently pulls away to take the ring box out of a pocket in his vest as it surprised Y/N slightly when he opened it. It brought out a small tearful laugh to the silver arrow wrapped into a ring. It was a little cheesy but it was for them.

“Will you be my wife, Y/N Grimes?”

“I do, Daryl Dixon. I sure as fucking hell do”

It’s been about two months since then. Y/N was now six months pregnant and Alexandria went through…a lot.

The wall collapsing

The herd

Carl losing an eye

Maggie’s pregnancy announcement

Losing a lot of Alexandrians

It took about a month to fix the wall and collect themselves, slowly bringing themselves back to a sense of normal.

The morning came slowly, or slower than usual…

Y/N shifted slightly in the bed feeling the discomfort truly grow in her back once she opened her eyes. A soft groan escaped her lips which stirred Daryl awake as he lifted his head to check her face for anything but kept his hand secured on her belly.

“The baby isn’t going to kick every time your hand is there”

“She does. Sometimes”

“She huh? What happened to strong and healthy…that’s all that matters?”

“That’s still fact. Don’t mean I can wish for somethin’ on the side” Daryl whispers as he pressed a kiss to her belly which resulted in a laugh from his wife but also a kick hitting his hand. “That’s my girl”

“Rick caught me up on your supply run just the two of you…promise you’ll be safe?”

“I always do don’t I?”

“Yeah but last time you came home with a knife wound in your shoulder”

“Alright, fair enough” Daryl brought himself to sit up and help his wife do the same as Y/N gently caressed his cheek worried about him. “I promise”

“Good…”

Because I have a weird feeling about today

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[sunshine-theseus]

I’ve Got You | Charlie Grant x reader

Word Count: 2.4k Summary: Having someone like Charlie by your side makes pregnancy a whole lot easier. i don't think this is my best i'm sorry Warnings: none? Request for - @charligrantismygirlfriend

Being friends with Katrina basically guaranteed being friends with Kyra and Charlie.

I met Kat in 2022, toward the end of her time at Brisbane, as she was beginning to get back in with the Matildas. I found myself crying in the baby aisle of a rather desolate IGA in Clayfield when she crouched next to me and asked me if I was alright. I didn’t look up as I struggled to calm my sobbing to explain my situation.

“He- he left me. I’m 21 and pregnant without a partner. How am I supposed to have a baby without a partner?” I stared up at her with red-rimmed eyes and tears that stream down my cheeks. It’s then that I notice she has a young baby resting on her hip, eyes gently closed as her head rests on the shoulder of this woman.

“Do… do you have anyone that will help?” I vigorously shook my head, then told her how I’d been living alone for 4 years, my parents running off to whatever dingy town they decided would bring them the most drugs without police caring.

“A- and he kicked me out. Oh fuck I don’t have anywhere to live what the fuck am I doing?!” my eyes frantically flickered around the store as my situation settled in. There was no way I could survive this.

“I know this is a weird offer but… you could live with me? I have a spare bedroom and rent is getting kind of wild. And Harper would love you.” She looked down at the girl who clung to her with such adoration.

“I’m Katrina.” She reached out her hand and I took it.

“Y/n” I smiled gently at her.

“I mean it. You living with me. I had Harper 8 months ago and I have bunch of pregnancy books and clothes and all that stuff.”

“W- what about your partner? Won’t he mind?”

“She lives in Sweden, so probably not.” Katrina then told me her story of wanting to be a mum and going through IVF, and how Harper brought her back to football.

~~~~~

About 2 months later, I was flying over to Sweden, following shortly after Kat and Harper left. I attended pretty much every game Kat played, taking care of Harper when her mum couldn’t make it, and researching a lot.

I was lucky my job was remote, so I was able to move around with Kat without an issue. My boss had sent a small gift basket of baby books and clothes when I told her I would be living overseas for 6 or so months. She also gave me less work, insisting that I meet people and do fun things instead of worrying about how much I had to do. She was probably the person who pushed me the most to meet someone new.

It was 2 weeks after I moved in with Kat, and met Clara, that I met Charlotte and Kyra. Despite Kyra’s club being 5 – 6 hours away, she’d somehow managed to make it down for a few days on a short break between matches. We all went for coffee and brunch, me limiting my food to hashbrowns and toast because most other things made me nauseas.

Charlie and Kyra asked how Kat and I met and why I was living with them. I gave them a rather short version of the day in the IGA, and Charlie reached over and put an empathetic hand on my shoulder. I give a tight-lipped smile in return.

It doesn’t take long for me to grow close to the two younger players Kat had also taken under her wing. Some days they had off, I’d take Harper off Kat and Clara’s hands and take her somewhere with Charlie, like the park or a pool. Other days we’d all go together and when Kyra could, she’d come down and spend a couple days.

It’s nice to have friends my age to hang out and talk with, Katrina having been the only person I had for the most part of 3 or so months.

Both girls insisted I need to meet the other Matildas, but I struggled to find time when they have camp, or I’m too nauseas to travel.

This creates a new problem when Kat and Clara both decide to head back to Brisbane in mid-November now that the Swedish season is done, so Kat can play with the Roar again during the A-League season.

My bump is relatively big, and most forms of travel make me sick, so I know I won’t really be able to travel with them back home, and in a few more weeks I won’t be allowed to fly. So I’m stuck by myself again. Until Charlie makes a rather compelling offer.

They don’t have any matches in the up-coming international break, so she offers me to live with her for the time being so I’m not as alone. The one fault to present itself, is she only has 1 bed. I insist I sleep on the couch, but she waves the idea away as I hold my stomach, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Oh! Can I try something? It might help give you some relief for a moment. I saw it on TikTok.” I simply nod my head; I’ll try anything at this point.

I’m slightly shocked when she circled around behind me and reached around my front, but I can’t question anything before she placed her hands beneath my belly and lifts. I groan in relief and my hand rolls back onto her shoulder.

“Holy shit that feels so nice.” She holds my belly for a minute or so before gently removing her hands and pressing a kiss to my cheek.

I flush red as she goes back to making lunch. I’ve found myself doing that a lot around her recently. Any nice gesture or any touch and I’m blushing and butterflies flutter around my stomach. Sometimes I wonder if the same thing happens to her.

Later in the day, I'm desperate to take a nap, so I slowly lay down on Charlie’s couch. It takes her all of 5 seconds to realise and start pulling me up, dragging me to her bedroom.

“If you’re so adamant that I don’t sleep on the couch, and you definitely shouldn’t be sleeping on the couch, we can share the bed. It’s big enough for us both.” I don’t have the energy to refuse as I fall back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut as Charlie plays with my hair.

~~~~~

I spend the next 2 months spending time with Charlie and Kyra, who also decided not to travel home until their Cup of Nations games in February. Kyra stays on a blow-up mattress she lugged with her from Stockholm while Charlie and I continue to share the bed.

I’m a week away from my due date when I feel something wet drip down my legs. Kyra and Charlie freak out, but I let them know my contractions haven’t started. And I nearly think that maybe it was somehow a false alarm.

Nearly a day later, I feel severe pressure on my pelvis. I groan in pain and clutch my stomach as I move positions, assuming it’s just a Braxton Hicks contraction. The pain doesn’t subside for a minute or so, and Kyra doesn’t take notice of my groans from the other room, on a call with Charlie who had forgotten the grocery list and now had to have Kyra recite it to her so she could rewrite it on her phone.

I don’t think much of the contraction until I feel another one 20 minutes later, and another 20 minutes after that. They progressively get closer together and I call out to Kyra to help me up from the bed before calling for an ambulance, and I frantically scroll my contacts for Charlie’s number. It takes 10 minutes for her keys to rattle against the door and she rushes in, followed closely by the paramedics.

~~~~~

I suffer through 13 hours of labour before I’m holding a small bundle in my arms, Charlie holding another, as Kyra takes photos to send Kat later.

“I can’t believe that fucking piece of shit left you, but at least he gave you two little cuties.” Charlie passes the baby off to Kyra and turns to me.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do any of this without you, Kat and Kyra.”

“I’m so proud of you.” I don’t stop to think before I lean over and gently place my lips on hers, her strawberry chapstick is all I can taste.

I see a flash go off in the corner of my eye and whip my head to look at Kyra, who giggles sheepishly before looking back down at the baby in her arms.

“I know this is probably rushed and wild, but do you want to move in with me? Officially? We can find a bigger place to house the girls. But I’ve been holding in my feelings for you for like 6 months now. I promise to take care and love you and the twins with my whole heart.” A tear falls down my cheek as I nod my head, and she kisses me again.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Oh! Mini’s calling! She doesn’t know! What do I do? Do I answer?” Kyra interrupts us, frantically looking for whether she should answer or not.

“Facetime her.” Kyra hands the baby back to Charlie and quickly facetimes Katrina, who doesn’t take a moment to answer.

“None of you have answered any of my calls for the past 14 hours what the fuck is going on? Why does it look like you’re in a hospital” is the first thing she says as Kyra’s phone faces away from me.

“Well… we have a surprise.” The phone slowly pans over to Charlie and I and we both grin.

“WHAT THE FUCK? You had the baby?!”

“Babies” Charlie corrects her.

“Twins?!”

“Kat, I’d like you to meet Ashley Jade and Maysilee Hazel Gorry.” Everyone’s heads snap to look at me as I smile.

“What, what do you mean ‘Gorry’?”

“You literally changed my life, took me in when I had no one, introduced me to my best friend… and girlfriend,” I pause and give Charlie a look, she smiles in return.

“I also changed my name like a month ago, to Y/n Gorry. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course I don’t mind what the fuck!?” I glance back at Katrina; tears prick at her eyes and my own mirror her’s.

“I’m going to fucking fly over and meet those little cuties.”

“Well, I was thinking… if they’re healthy enough to travel, we’d fly over with Kyra and Charlie for your Cup of Nations matches in February? And I’d meet the team.” Another wave of shock ripples through out the room

“Fuck yes!”

We talk to Kat for a while after that. Harper tumbles into screen and coos at the babies but soon looses interest, and Clara comes in to congratulate me. We eventually have to say goodbye.

“Is it ok if I head back to the apartment? I think if I fall asleep on these chairs, I’ll never be able to play again.” Kyra dramatically complains, but I just smile and nod, sending her on her way.

“I know I already said it, but I am so proud of you and I love you so much. You could’ve given up on these babies, but you pushed through.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you Char, these little guys are going to adore their mumma so much.”

“Of course they will, you’re so amazing.”

“I mean you…”

“R-really?”

“I wouldn’t want anyone else by my side.” She kisses me passionately, well as passionately as you can kiss someone who’s lying in a hospital bed while you’re both holding a baby.

~~~~~

“Are you excited to see your aunties?” Ashley and Maysilee’s giggles fill the car ass Charlie tickles their feet.

“Yay yay yay!” they both chant as we help them out of the car and onto their feet.

They’re running down the corridor as soon as the elevator doors part open, giggling and screaming without knowing where they’re supposed to be going. They only stop when they run into two pairs of legs, and they sheepishly look up as they go to apologise, only to be picked up.

“Aunty MinMin! Aunty Anna!” Maysilee screams as Alanna gives her a sloppy kiss on the cheek, Ashley much quieter as she returns Kat’s hug.

“We’ll look after them while you settle in. I missed my favourite twins.” Kat says as she also gives Maysilee a gentle kiss on the forehead.

Charlie and I take each other’s hand as we walk to our room, kissing our daughters goodbye and thanking the pair of teammates. When we reach the room, I waste no time in fall on the bed, Charlie following swiftly behind. I lean into her as she wraps her arms around me before I kiss her.

We spend another hour or so cuddling and kissing, basking in the childless quiet. I admire Charlie like I do every moment we get together, her crystal blue eyes, the shape of her nose, her dull pink lips, the small scar above her right eyebrow. And I wonder the same thing I always do; how did I get so lucky.

“I can’t believe we brought our kids to the Olympics. Who does that? We should have left them with someone back in London.” I joke before kissing her.

“I’d take my babies anywhere; I hate being apart from you all.” Charlie pouts and kisses me again, and again.

~~~~~

Charlie brings Ashley, Maysilee and I to all the events and training sessions Tony allows her to, the girls always with one of their Mumma’s jerseys on or something that showcases a blatant support for the Matildas.

After a particularly difficult game, the team silently heads back to their rooms, Charlie curling up under the blanket as I get the twins ready for bed. When they notice she hasn’t come to kiss them goodnight, they clamber up onto the bed and start to tickle and poke her. She doesn’t respond and they seem to understand she’s upset.

“What’s wrong mumma?”

“Mumma’s just sad and hurt about today babies.” Charlie whispers through shaky breath.

I watch as they calm down and instead wrap their arms around her and kiss her gently, like she kisses them when they’re hurt. I slowly slide in behind Ashley, wrapping my arm around all 3 of them.

“We’ve got you baby.” I give them all a kiss and we fall asleep like that, the sun slowly allowing the blanket of stars to fill the sky.

#woso x reader #woso #womens soccer #the matildas x reader #the matildas #charlie grant x reader

[fatalxity]

backseat

༊*·˚ summary: you go crying to your best friend, jean, when you find your boyfriend cheating with another girl at a party. but don’t worry, jean finds a way to make you feel better.

༊*·˚ contains: college au!jean kirstein x fem!reader, college au!eren yeager x reader (he’s your ex), mentions of drinking, cunnilingus, car sex, pet names (princess, baby), m!dom, f!sub, friends to lovers, squirting, hurt/comfort if you squint, swearing

༊*·˚ a/n: i definitely got carried away with this one. (i’m not projecting i swear)… also, this one’s a little lengthy, so my bad. lmk if yall want a part 2. THIS IS UNEDITED! as always, MDNI on this one and i hope you enjoy ;)!!

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story below the cut!!

You’d been looking for your boyfriend, Eren, at the frat party the two of you were attending for an hour and a half now. Weaving between sweaty, intoxicated bodies to get to your mutual friend, asking him the same question you’d already asked a dozen people that night.

“Have you seen Eren? He’s not answering any of my calls,” you half-shouted over the shitty house music, cheap liquor on your breath.

Reiner looked confused as you asked him, swirling his drink around in the small plastic cup. He furrowed his brows as he slurred, “You two’re still together?”

You deadpanned at him, “How drunk are you? I came here with him, we’re fine.”

“Well shit, he went upstairs with some red-headed chick an hour ago,” Reiner motioned to the stairs, cup in hand.

It took you a little bit, but you found which room they were in. You could hear your boyfriend’s voice and a girl’s muffled mewls. You seethed, swinging the door open, too intoxicated to care what you were about to see.

Rage boiled over inside of you. Your fists were clenched at your sides as the two of them turned to you, the red-headed girl bent over in front of him. She covered herself in the thin sheet on the bed, face flushed red.

“Y/n, wait,” Eren climbed off of the girl, putting his clothes back on, “Baby, I can explain,”

He tried reasoning with you, but there was no way in hell he was going to come back from this. You slapped him across the face, screaming profanities at him before pushing him away again, “Is all I’ve done for you still not enough?! You need to fuck other bitches so you can feel good about yourself? We’re done.”

Unbeknownst to the both of you, the music had been turned down, half of the party watching all the drama unfold.

Eren was holding the side of his face with his hand as you screamed at him some more, not letting him speak for even a second. His mouth was open as if he was trying to say something but couldn’t find the words.

Your rage turned into sadness, fat tears streaming down your face as you turned and pushed through the mass of drunk young adults down the stairs.

Jean was at the bottom of the stairs, a bottle of cheap beer in each hand. His jaw clenched as he watched the whole thing unfold. He was your best friend. He always thought about how good he’d treat you, way better than Eren ever would, if only he had you.

It was so obvious to everybody that Jean was absolutely infatuated with you. Well, everybody else except for you. Maybe that’s why he and Eren hated each other, why Eren was always mad at you for hanging out with Jean alone, (of course he projected and assumed you were cheating).

On your way down, you ran into Jean before shoving the front door open to leave. He immediately ran after you. Cold air hit his face as soon as he stepped outside, wind blowing his hair into his face.

Jean spotted you sitting on the curb in front of the house, head in your hands. You were freezing, the tiny dress you wore doing you no justice to keep you warm. You didn’t care. As long as you were out of that house.

“Can I join you?” a familiar voice behind you, Jean. You nodded, gaze on your feet as tears fell from your pretty eyes. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, holding you close as your body shook from each sob you let out. You leaned into his warmth, his scent.

“I did everything I could and it was never enough,” you mumbled against his chest, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Eren’s an asshole. He’s ungrateful and he doesn’t know how amazing you are,” Jean pulled you away so you could look at him, “You’re so beautiful and you do so much for the people you love and I love that about you. He never deserved you.”

You were stunned. He seemed to be stunned at his own words as well, his face flushing a shade of pink at the intoxicated confession.

“You really think so?” you sniffled, smiling for the first time all night. Jean wiped the last of the tears off of your face with his thumbs, nodding.

“Can I kiss you?”

Somehow you ended up in the back of his car with him parked not too far from the party. The only light was from the streetlight above, casting shadows on his pretty face.

You were straddling his lap as he peppered kisses all over your face, pulling away to get a good look at you above him, “You’re so pretty,”

Jean’s hands slid up the back of your thighs, massaging the bare flesh with his hands, leaning up to pull you into another sultry, messy open-mouthed kiss.

His scent was intoxicating, you couldn’t get enough of him. You melted into his gentle, sensual touch. You felt as one of his hands tugged on the bottom hem of your silky dress, looking up at you, “Can I?”

You hummed, nodding your head. As Jean hiked up your dress to your hips, he groaned under his breath. No panties.

You giggled, leading kisses from his mouth down to the crook of his neck. You could feel him growing harder against your thigh. He slipped one of his hands from your thigh down to your dripping sex, reaching down to collect your arousal and rub it over your clit.

Jean watched as your breath hitched in your throat before letting out a soft whimper, your hands planted on his shoulders.

“So I’m guessing this is okay?” he asked you, his fingers working faster on your clit. You nodded, eyes fluttering shut, mouth hanging open in a silent moan.

Just as you’re about to reach your climax, he stops, setting you down with his head between your thighs, “Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Please don’t stop,” you breathed, hiking up your dress a little more. The way Jean touched you was completely different than how Eren did. He held you like you were the most delicate thing in the world, looked at you like he’d never seen beauty like yours, wanted to make you feel amazing. Eren, on the other hand, saw your body, like every other girl’s. He used you like his personal sex toy, and yes, it felt amazing sometimes, but all the time? No.

He never showed you how beautiful he thought you were, he never held you as if you were going to break. He wanted to break you. Not for you, but for him.

Jean planted wet kisses down your thighs, not once breaking eye contact. You could feel his hot breath against your dripping cunt as your hand reached for his hair. He licked a stripe up your slit, sending shivers down your spine.

He pulled away for a second, admiring how easily you were wet for him. He dove back in, practically making out with your clit. Jean ate you like you were his last meal. You arched your back, curses and moans of his name leaving your parted lips.

You could feel him chuckle against your cunt, sending vibrations through your core. His hands gripped your thighs and pushed them apart to your sides, groping the plush flesh of them.

You felt white-hot heat build up in your core as he slipped two fingers into you, curling to hit the spots that you couldn’t yourself. Your head lolled back as he moved his fingers in and out of you, squelching sounds filling the car.

“Fuck, feels s’good Jean, ‘m close,” you whined, hand grabbing on a fistful of his hair.

“You’re doing so good, princess,” he pulled away from your pussy, still staring into your eyes as he fucked you with his fingers, “Cum for me,”

It only took him latching back onto your clit for you to release all over his fingers and chin, head spinning as he rides you through your orgasm. Whines and whimpers leave your mouth as you clench around his fingers.

Jean only kept lapping at your cunt, leaving you seeing stars. His fingers pumped in and out of you at the same pace if not faster as you pulled on the fistful of his hair.

Your legs shook and threatened to close on his head as you neared your second orgasm, slurring out his name and praises. Your chest rising and falling rapidly, letting out a loud whine as you came hard on his chin and fingers.

He pulled away, astonished at the mess you’d made in his backseat. He placed kisses from your tummy all the way up to your lips, kissing you passionately and holding you softly.

“You feel better?” Jean asked, a shit-eating grin painting his lips.

“Yes, ‘m sorry for the mess,” you breathed, your hands running up his chest as he kisses you.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” he pulls the stray hairs away from your face, “You wanna come back to my place?”

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Moving On pt. 2

part one

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The day of the trip to Indy finally arrives and the weather does not reflect the excitement Steve feels as he loads his last bag into the trunk of his car. He knows he overpacked but wants to be ready for anything. He also has a cooler full of drinks and sandwiches along with enough junk food to make anyone sick.

He and Robin had decided to make sure they had plenty of food so they could settle in to their hotel and chill the first night. Robin had an early campus tour and Steve had a meeting with an advisor at the community college he’d be taking his cosmetology courses. They had a packed schedule considering they needed to find an apartment and jobs (together if possible) and the urge to scope out the gay scene. Or find it, at the very least.  

Steve pulled into Robin’s driveway and saw that she’d also slightly overpacked. Two halves of the same soul, the two of them. He got out and helped her load up her bags. She was holding a thermos of something and wearing a pair of Steve’s sweatpants. That’s where those went. He’d been looking for them for a week. Robin had a tendency to steal his clothes which mostly just made Steve feel all loved and shit, so he only complained for appearance’s sake.  

“Rob, my fucking sweatpants. Come on, I’ve been looking for them.” He whined. He truly didn’t mean it all.  

“Shut up, they are my pants now. They look hotter on me.” She laughed, doing a pathetic little shimmy. She was not a morning person. The messy bed head and the large amount of coffee she was inhaling made this apparent. “I am so tired, but really fucking excited. I brought the music. You are banned for the entire drive up and back. I will fucking jump out of this car if you play any sad, pining music. This is fun time not sad boy time.”   

“That tape has Whitney and George Michael on it. It’s not a total sad fest.”  

“Liar. You cry the most whenever careless whisper comes on.” Robin replied viciously.  

“Let’s uh, not talk about that please.” Steve knew he was still whining a bit, but Robbie was mean in the morning.  

The drive up went smoothly despite the terrible weather. Fifteen minutes into the drive, it started to torrentially rain. Thunder shook the car and lightning lit up the sky. Robin did in fact have all upbeat music and refused to let Steve play anything remotely sad. This was good as he was feeling rather happy in the moment. At one point it rained so hard, Steve had to pull over and wait for it to slow down as Robin started hyperventilating. What should have been an hour and fifteen-minute drive took three hours, but time spent with his best friend was always good.  

Navigating the city was invigorating (for Steve) and anxiety inducing (for Robin), but they both could barely contain their excitement when they finally pulled up to the motel they're staying at. It’s a little mom and pop place that Joyce and Hop had recommended. Why those two have a favorite motel in the city, Steve doesn't want to think to much about.

It’s a cute place, white shutters and soft yellow paint with a rustic looking sign that says The Mosey Inn. The rooms were entered from the outside, with parking all around the place. There were plants everywhere and everything had a well-loved appeal. It’s a rather nice little place. He goes in to check them in and there is an older woman at the desk. She's one of those people who radiates kindness and Steve likes her right away.  

“Hello there, dear. Welcome to the Mosey Inn. I’m one-half of Mosey, but you can call me Elise.” She’s smiling softly at him as he walks up to the desk. 

“Hi, I have a reservation for Harrington. For a suite with two queens.” He finds he’s nervous which feels silly. He grew up checking into hotels and dealing with reservations. Usually, it was at swanky hotels that his parents would leave him in before he was old enough to be all alone at home.  

“Of course, sweetie. Joyce and that sweet Jimmy told me all about you the last time they visited for the weekend. I just adore them. Jimmy did some handy work for me and the missus last time they were here. We’re getting up there in age and my Maggie cannot be climbing ladders anymore. I always give them a discount and I like the look of you, dear. I’ll give you one too.”

She’s beaming at Steve like she is thrilled to meet him which is not something he’s exactly used to. He’s thinking over what she said. The missus, her Maggie. He looks around the room and spots a tiny pink triangle on a bookshelf. Oh. This was a safe place. He owed Hop and Joyce dinner because this was the nicest surprise he’d gotten in a long time. He'd definitely be calling Hopper by the nickname Jimmy though.

“Thank you so much, ma’am. I know my friend Robin and I are going to enjoy this trip even more now knowing this is a safe place for people like us.” That felt as close to telling a stranger he was gay he could manage, but it felt huge to say it. It meant something to find this little piece of community with two women who were old enough to be his grandmothers. He felt like he might cry and for once, there were happy tears brimming in his eyes.  

“Please, call me Elise. There’s no ma’am, none of that uppity nonsense. This place is for friends, you understand.” She told him in a voice so genuine that Steve choked back a sob. He handed over his credit card and she handed him two room keys. “We offer breakfast and lunch, usually buffet style unless we say otherwise. There’s a coffee station around the corner and there’s always some sort of snacks next to it. If you need anything just give us a ring. Feel free to come chat anytime. Enjoy your stay.” 

“I think I will, Elise. I’ll bring Robin around to meet you once we’re settled, probably for breakfast tomorrow!” 

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As soon as Steve got back into the car, he excitedly told Robin all about Elise and her partner and how the Inn was a safe place for them. The fact that Joyce and Hopper stayed here whenever they wanted a night or two away from the chaos of their little blended family filled Steve with joy. He knew that they weren’t hateful people, but this was outright acceptance by the adults he respected most in his life. Robin was rambling on about the décor of the inn as he lugged their many suitcases into their room. She just smiled at him as he struggled.

It was cozy with two queen beds and a little kitchenette and a sitting area off to the side. There was a good size bathroom and closet. It was decorated in soft hues of yellow and green with floral bedding. It was lovely and Steve felt immensely at home in this place.  

“This place is so cute!” Steve exclaimed happily, finally collapsing onto his bed. It was comfortable too. “Damn, this is going to be a nice trip. Elise said they offer 2 meals, that there’s a coffee station with snacks and this bed is fucking soft as hell.” 

“So basically, we can save a ton of money and try to eat here most of the time is what I'm hearing you say Steven?” This seemed to genuinely thrill Robin.  

“Absolutely, we can go visit with them tomorrow during breakfast. It’s from 6:30 to 8:30.” Steve knew this was going to cause some mild stress for Robin. This delighted him. 

“Ugh, ugh. For free breakfast and fellow lesbians, I will get up. You might have to drag me though.” 

Steve laughed, delighted at the prospect of waking Robin up in the morning. It was early evening, but they decided to munch on the leftover food from the drive in and relax. There was a small tv, so they found something to put on and got comfortable. The day so far had been nearly free of sad thoughts over Eddie, but it seemed inevitable that Steve would start to think about him. For one thing, Eddie would look ridiculous in the Mosey Inn, although he would thoroughly appreciate the pun. Yet, there was a part of Steve wishing that Eddie was a part of all of this.

Before he’d ruined everything, Eddie would have been invited on this trip without a second thought. If only he could go back and not fall in love with stupid Eddie Munson. Steve worries that falling for him would have been inevitable though. Everything about him made Steve crazy.

The moment he knew he was monumentally fucked was a few months after everything with Vecna went down. Eddie had still been in the hospital, thankfully cleared off all charges with Hopper back in charge. He’d been high off his ass on morphine and smiling at Steve. Eddie had looked at Steve and said, “Stevie, sweetheart—you beautiful man. How come you’re always sitting around here taking care of me huh?” and Steve had known several things.  

He wanted Eddie to smile at him like that for the rest of his life. He really enjoyed being called sweetheart. And the reason he was always hanging around was because he wanted to be with Eddie. Eddie who always lit up with joy when he saw Steve sitting by his hospital bed. All the time they spent walking that line between friends and more, or at least that’s what Steve thought.

He swore there was so much flirting back and forth. Like the time Steve snuck in cheeseburgers, fries and milkshakes from the one diner left open in town and Eddie had told Steve, “All this for little old me?” while literally twirling his hair like a schoolgirl. Or when Steve brought in books for him and Eddie had just clasped Steve’s hand tight and said nothing, just staring intently at him like Steve really meant something to him.  

All misread apparently. It wasn’t flirting at all, just Eddie being Eddie. And Steve had ruined it. He tried not to spiral into his bad thoughts too much but he felt like he always ruined everything. Robin might be his best friend, his platonic soulmate and other half, but it’d been so nice to have a close guy friend.

Eddie had barely been out of the hospital when Steve had driven him up to Indy to replace some of his things lost to the earthquakes. There were better record stores and better thrift stores, and Eddie had very little left to his name. The trailer was gone. He’d even lost his beloved guitar. Steve had never planned on telling Eddie how he felt during that trip, but Eddie has a way of needling things out of people. Something Steve usually finds quite adorable, but not so much when it’s his own unrequited feelings.  

Sighing to himself, Steve sits down by the phone to call Dustin and tell him they made it to the city safely. This means actually calling Mike’s house since the boys are having their weekly nerd fest. The whole group of them are all a little codependent, but after everything they’ve been through it seems reasonable. Unfortunately, Mike nor Nancy answers the phone. It’s Karen Wheeler and she lets Steve know that the boys are all over at Eddie’s apartment playing their little game. That’s exactly what she calls it which does make him chuckle.

He dreads calling Eddie’s place, but he did promise Dustin he’d call. Dustin is already asking questions about him and Eddie. If he’s weird on the phone it will only fan the flames of Dustin’s incessant need to meddle. He dials the number and tries to psyche himself up for the interaction. Maybe one of the kids will answer.  

“Munson Residence, Eddie the Banished speaking?” Eddie’s voice fills Steve’s ear. It’s like a punch to the gut, but Steve takes a deep breath.  

“Is that how you really answer the phone all time or am I just lucky?” Steve asks lightly. Do not make this weird. Be cool. “Or is it just because you’re playing dungeons and whatever?”  

“Ha, Ha. I knew it was you telepathically, so I of course had to answer the phone accordingly. My liege, what can I do for you on this fine summer evening?” 

“You’re lucky it’s cute to be such a fucking nerd.” Shit, shit, shit. Abort flirting. “Kidding, kidding. I called to see if Dustin is still there. I told him I’d call when we got settled.” 

“Rude, I am absolutely the cutest nerd. I’d dare say, adorable even. The fairest in the land, perhaps.” Eddie’s voice had gone low and Steve would bet a hundred bucks he was twirling his hair. What the fuck? “You know, you obviously like nerdy shit considering you-” 

“Hey stop flirting with Steve and let me talk to him, I've been waiting to hear from him all day. We’re in the middle of a campaign Steve. We need our DM not whatever the fuck he was just doing.” Dustin says this all like he knows for a fact that everything he says is true. It’s not.

“Tone, dusty bun. I’m not gay and I wasn’t flirting with Harrington, just messing with him. He’s just so easy to tease. We’re just buddies like that, right man?” Eddie replied, his voice no longer soft, low and sweet. In fact, Eddie sounded hostile. Steve felt his stomach turn. He couldn't even reply.  

“Nothing wrong with being gay, you moron.” Dustin replied firmly. This made Steve smile considering Dustin didn’t even know about Steve yet. He was definitely his favorite kid. Dustin continued on “I mean, we’ve fought literal monsters. Of all things to get worked up over, being gay is not even on the damn list!”   

“I didn’t mean it in a rude way, just saying we were not flirting.” 

“Whatever you say Eddie.” 

“Um, hello guys I am still on the phone.” Steve yelled as the two of them continued to bicker. “I have to go, but I’ll call in a few days Dustin. Bye Eddie.” Steve replied, trying his best not to cry. 

“Wait-Harrington. Steve, I didn’t mean anything by that okay.” 

“Yeah of course, no worries, man. Talk to you later.” Steve knew his voice was emotionless.  

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He had to get over Eddie. This confusing back and forth was so painful. Steve didn’t consider himself the brightest, but that felt like flirting. What straight guy calls himself the fairest of the land or adorable to another man? Eddie’s tone of voice was the exact same tone Steve had used so many times to flirt with girls. He knew what flirting looked like. He shouldn’t have started it with the cute comment, but Eddie had most certainly flirted back. He looked over at Robin who was sitting up and waiting patiently for Steve to hang up the phone.  

She looked worried. If his face was at all reflecting how he felt right now, he understood why. The way Eddie has sounded when he said he wasn’t flirting. He told Robin the entire conversation verbatim and he watched her face go through a myriad of emotions. Despite the fact that Robin wasn’t the most tactile person, she threw her arms around him and let him cry all over her t-shirt.  

“Well, I could just kill him. I swear to fucking God. If he’s not gay, fine. But why flirt back?” 

“Maybe he really isn’t flirting. He said he was just messing with me. Maybe we’ve been reading it wrong this whole time!” Steve cried.  

“Fuck that, even Dustin called him on it. He flirts with you all the time. If he’s just messing with you at this point, it’s cruel. Especially now that he knows you’re gay and have feelings for him. I won’t be friends with a bigot.” 

“No, Robbie. I don’t think he’s a bigot. He’s just trying to deal with all this. It’s not his fault I had to go and fall for him. I always fall for the first person who shows me any attention. I ruined this. He’s just...I think he’s a flirty person and I’m just the idiot who thought it meant something.” 

“Shut your whore mouth Steven Elizabeth. That’s absolute nonsense. Eddie is a socially awkward, metalhead D&D playing virgin. You and I both know it. I’ve never seen him so much as look at a girl in a romantic way. He barely talks to anyone he doesn’t know unless it’s to cause a scene. That boy is not a natural flirty person. He flirts with you. He’s either an idiot, a repressed idiot or an asshole. Pick one.” 

“He’s not a virgin, no way. Look at him. Some people go for the whole alternative thing. He’s in a band for fuck’s sake. I bet he’s fucked lots of girls. I mean, he is objectively hot.” Steve argued.  

“Steve!! You always defend him like some sort of rabid groupie, but if that man has so much as seen a real-life titty, I will eat my shoe. He isn’t ugly, I will grant you that one. But please, Eddie Munson is not banging hot chicks on the regular.” 

“I pick that he’s an idiot. I do not think Eddie would purposefully hurt me by flirting just to be all ‘ha-ha, gay boy you fell for it’ when he didn’t even know I was gay until I told him how I felt. I think he just likes to tease me, like he said and he doesn’t know how flirty it comes off maybe?” 

“Dingus. You are in love with him. You are no objective source on the situation.” 

“Can we just... pretend Eddie Munson doesn’t exist for a few days. I won’t play my mixtape. I will try not to mope... let’s just find an apartment and visit your campus and apply for jobs everywhere we can find. It hurts too much to talk about right now.” 

Steve knows he’s lying to Robin. It’s impossible for him to pretend Eddie doesn’t exist. It’d be nice to try though. Instead of trying, he wonders what Eddie’s thinking about back in Hawkins. Is he feeling bad for how he spoke to Steve tonight? Is he also worrying over every little thing he said? Does Eddie even care that what he said felt like a slap to the face? The way he’d said Harrington, instead of Steve. The disgust in his voice when he’d said he wasn’t flirting. At least it was crystal clear that Eddie would never reciprocate his feelings. It feels nearly impossible, but Steve knows he has to let go of Eddie and move on. Two weeks in Indy with Robin should be the perfect way to start trying.   

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#somewhat proofread but feel free to point out any glaring errors and i will fix it #steddie #this is as much about steddie as it stobin lets be real #and queer joy and acceptance #angst #eddie is a bit of an ass but he's in a crisis and he will get better worse and then much better okay #steddie fic

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Secret Crush 2

idc what you all say wanda is a big swiftie 🤷🏽‍♀️ also very sorry for the wait 🥶

Y/n’s POV:

I walked into my room with tears in my eyes i shouldn’t be crying over this but it hurts.

Over the next few days i barely left my room i was on a little break so i didn’t have any missions the only people who came to see me were wanda and tony, wanda because she’s one of my best friends and because i needed food and tony because he wanted to show me another one of his inventions because he knows how im also into all that kind of stuff, but other than that i haven’t heard from nat at all, not one message.

After a week i decided to not sit here and wallow over her anymore plus i really needed to go outside, anyways i took a shower put some fresh clothes on and made myself look presentable, i got into the kitchen and i saw natasha with an oversized shirt on sitting there hickeys on her neck while drinking her coffee *guess she got lucky again* i looked away from her and got a coffee of my own.

Wanda had walked in “oh hey y/n/n” she said shocked to see me out of my room “hey” i said with a small smile “you’re feeling better?” “well kinda i decided not stay in my room and wallow cause clearly im the only one doing that” i said “well do you wanna do something?” “i don’t know actually i might just hang around right now maybe later we can go see the taylor swift movie i know how much you love her” “really you’d go with me?” “ of course i would wands” “thank you, thank you, thank you” she said excitingly “i’ve been wanting to go but nobody wanted to go with me” “you could’ve told me we would’ve gone yesterday” “i didn’t wanna bother you” “you’d never bother me wands, be ready by 9” “okay ill be ready, thank you” she said excitingly

I smiled to myself and continued doing my thing kinda forgetting natasha was there “for someone who told me you guys aren’t a couple it really doesn’t seem like it” “why do you care?” “so you are?” “no we’re not, it’s not like it’s any of your business” “so you don’t tell your best friend stuff now?” “is that what we are?” “We had one fight and you think we aren’t best friends” “natasha i’ve been holed up in my room this past week and not once did you come by, so yeah, i don’t think we’re best friends” i said as i looked at her and walked out *how could she think that after that we would stay best friends*

“wait, c’mon y/n wait up please?” she said i sighed and turned around “what?” “you seriously don’t think we’re best friends anymore?” she said trying to mask her sadness “i don’t know anymore nat, we’re not as close as we used to be” “because something’s up with you and i don’t know what it is and don’t deny it and say there’s nothing going on with you because i know you” “at least that’s what you think” i mumbled “what?” “nothing, look i assure you there’s nothing going on with me” “why are you lying to me” “im not!” “yes you are, i think you forget that we’ve been best friends for years now since this whole avengers thing started so i know if something’s going on with you so please tell me” she said desperately.

i just stared at her and said “fine, you really wanna know” “yes” she said “okay well i’ve liked you for a while now, and how you haven’t noticed i don’t know maybe because you’re always focused on yourself, and for a damn spy and a best friend of mine that always knows how i feel it’s very fucking shocking” i said she just stood there not saying anything looking at me shocked i turned around and ran to my bedroom not looking back.

2 hours later

i’ve been cooped up in my room and she hasn’t came so im guessing she doesn’t like me like that “god why am i so stupid” i heard a knock and a voice followed “hey y/n you awake?” *oh my god the movie* i looked at my watch and saw it was 8:50 i sighed and went to open my door “hey wands” “hey you ready?” “no i’m not sorry i lost track of time” “it’s fine we still have time the movie isn’t until 9:15” “okay that’s good, wait i didn’t get tickets tho?” “i know i did, i told you i wanted to go but didn’t have anyone to go with” “oh right” “yeah c’mon hurry get changed we gotta go” “alright alright im going”

3 hours later

me and wanda got back from watching the movie she was really tired so we both decided to head to bed, when i got into my room i saw natasha sitting down on my bed “hey” she said when she saw me “hi” i said as i put my stuff of my desk “is what you said earlier true?” i didn’t say anything “can we do this tomorrow im tired” “no because then you won’t want to tell me, i just want to know if it’s true” “look just forget i said those things they don’t matter anymore” “No don’t do that they matter a lot specially after you dropped that bomb because up until 3 hours ago i didn’t know my best friend had these feelings for me” “Because look at your neck Natasha!” “i only have these because i didn’t know how you felt about me” “oh and that would’ve made a difference!?” “yes it would’ve actually i would rather be getting these from you” “wait what are you saying?” “im saying i like you too y/n!” she said desperately “i can’t do this right now” i said sitting down on my bed “i just want to say that i love you and im sorry for hurting you i didn’t meant to” she said while she opened the door “wait” i said she looked back “i need time to think about this” “it’s okay ill give you time” she said with a sad smile “ill see you later?” “uh yeah” and she walked out

2 days later

i’ve been thinking about what she said for almost 3 days it’s currently 11 at night and i’m still awake i should just go talk to her.

yeah im gonna go talk to her i said and walked and stood in front of her doorway i raised my hand and then the door opened “oh hey” “hi..” “so..?” “um i’ve thought about it” “really! um what do you think?” “i think we should try um i want to try this with you but of course that’s only if you want to” “are you kidding!? of course i want this” she said happily “are you sure about this tho?” “yes i am nat stop worrying” i said with a small smile

i gasped as she picked me up twirled me around as she giggled, i giggled after the initial shock, im very happy we figured it out

and that’s the end :) ik it’s not the best 🥲 but yk i tried hope you guys like it :)

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[xkaidaxxxx]

JJK Gojo and Nanami cheating on you.

Gojo

“ You need to go baby girl. She’ll be home soon.” Gojo said to the woman who was tangled with him underneath the sheets. “ will we be able to see each other this weekend?” She asked. You came home early from work an hour early. The woman straddled him. “ Yes beautiful. She’s having a girls trip with her friends. I can’t wait to devour you those 2 days. Non stop.” He replied. “ Baby I’m home” you said opening the door seeing them both naked. Seeing her straddling Gojo. The man who you’ve been dating for 3years. Who asked your hand in marriage 5 months ago. “ What are you doing home so early?” He asked nervously. The girl held the sheets and changed back into her clothes in the bathroom. “ How long you piece of shit?” You asked with anger. Your blood was boiling. He stayed silent. “ HOW LONG GOJO!!!” You yelled and tears slipped. “ A year” he replied. “ Baby I’m sorry. I love you. You’re the one I need. Don’t leave me.” He pleaded. Regretting his decision. “ I’m sorry.” The lady said grabbing her purse. “ Take him with you.” You spoke. Gojo cried. “ Don’t do this y/n.” His voice cracked. “Get out of my house. Grab your shit and get out!!” You yelled throwing the lamp at him. He didn’t dodge it. He deserved it. He let you hit him with all the things you threw at him. Once you got all the current anger out he was bleeding from his head and arms. “ Get out Gojo. Leave before I kill you.” You spoke sitting on the bed where he fucked another woman. Gojo started gathering his clothes placing them in boxes. He messed up and knew he lost all the happiness he had. “ I do love you. I’m sorry.” He apologized. You went to the spare room and cried scratching the wall harming your fingers, while he packed his things crying and filled with regret. Once he was ready he opened the door to the spare room. “I-I’m sorry y/n.” You cried staring at him. “Goodbye Gojo. I love you.” You replied turning away. “I love you too.” He left but had no intentions to stop loving you. He will get you back no matter how long it takes for you to forgive him.

Nanami

Nanami is a wonderful husband. You have been married for 6 years and have a 4year old kid. “ Mama when is dada home?” Baby sakura asked. 10 pm turned to 1am. You decided to put sakura asleep. She immediately slept. Too tired to wait for her father to come home. You heard the door open. Smiling he’s finally home. “Mhm fuck.” He said as a woman palmed his dick. “ you like that daddy?” She asked with a smirk on her face. Nanami nodded. You watched from the stairs. Shocked. You’re loving husband of 6 years cheating on you. “You’re so sexy baby. I’ll make you cum on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.” He spoke seductively. Spanking her ass. They made out. You can hear the moans and the way they kissed, sloppy. You saw them take their tops off.“ You’ll have to be very quiet otherwise I’ll punish that pretty pussy.” He said leaving hickeys on her neck. “ yes sir. I understand” she replied. The one thing she didn’t know is that he was married and had a child. You slow clapped appearing to them. Your heart ached. Tremendously. You felt sad and angry. “ What a show.” You said holding your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “Nanami?” The woman said putting her shirt on. Nanami came clean. “ This is my wife…y/n.” He spoke and saw his daughter at the end of the stairs. She looked over at the little girl. “ My daughter sakura.” “ dada you’re home!” She ran to him. He carried his daughter. Holding her tight. She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what’s going on. “ I’ll be going now. Nanami you’re a horrible man.” She said grabbing her coat and purse. Left in such betrayal. She loved him. “Sweetheart go back to bed. Wait for mommy and daddy. We have to talk and make warm milk to sleep.” You said. She giggled. Nanami set her down. She ran to her room. “ I’m sorry y/n.” He held your hand. You backed away letting him go. “We’ve been married for 6 years…I’ve been loving you all my life. You’re my other half and we were blessed with a wonderful little girl then this happens. How could you Nanami…how?” You said crying keeping your voice down. “I don’t know y/n. I’m sorry. I love you and our little girl.” He said. That night he slept on the couch while you and Sakura slept in the room. You both agreed to talk in the morning for the next steps to take.

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[g0tmilkx3]

Sure Looks Strange to Me I

You met Emerald Haywood purely by chance. You didn’t expect to go through a near death experience with her but stranger things have happened.

WARNINGS: Mature, NOPE spoilers, swearing, crude jokes, drug use (weed), death mention, suggestive language, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), this story is lesbian so yes the relationship moves very fast for no reason, written like a romcom, not proofread

Dividers by: Firefly-Graphics

Part 1 Part 2

“Hey! I’m gonna need help setting these cameras up”

“Why can’t Nessie help?”

“Because she’s retail plus you’re the only other person who knows the system like I do”

“Come on Angel I’m off in 30 minutes” you reasoned. It’d been a long day of monotonous transactions and backroom stocking. There was nothing more you wanted to do than go home and get some much needed rest.

“Dude, stop being a crybaby and just help me out. You can write it off as overtime. Plus you’ve been talking about wanting the new AirPods” he wiggled his eyebrows at you, trying his hardest to sell you on this.

“Ew stop it” you laughed “let’s just get this over with” Angel shot you an appreciative smile as he exited the backroom. You followed behind your coworker turned best friend already counting down the minutes until you were back home and in bed.

After you helped Angel load the newly purchased camera system in the company owned van you two were off.

“…I mean she didn’t even call me after. Not even for the final closure fuck” Angel slammed his hand against the leather steering wheel. The two of you had been driving for almost an hour out to the Haywood ranch. Angel spent maybe 15 minutes of that talking about UFO’s and the rest of the time crying over his ex.

“Dude you complained about her every. day.” you loved your best friend but boy was he delusional. His tumultuous relationship with his now ex-girlfriend was anything but happy. You silently wondered why he was grieving its end so hard. You looked to him — maybe he wasn’t delusional. Maybe he was just in love. What’s the difference anyway?

“Yeah but she was the one” he exclaimed once again “what great couple doesn’t go through shit. Look at Beyoncé and Jay-Z!”

“They’re millionaires! They can afford to be unhappy.”

“Ah you don’t get it” he grumbled gripping the steering wheel. After a beat of silence he turned to you and opened his mouth once again “do you think these guys are in a UFO hotspot?”

“What?” you turned from your phone looking at him incredulously “is that what they told you?”

“They didn’t tell me”

“Oh…”

“But they ‘told’ me alright”

“Dude.”

He clamped his mouth shut settling back in his seat.

“I don’t know I’ve got a feeling” he added “plus I trust them”

“Yeah me too could you turn the radio on?” you asked before stifling your laughter. He shot you a look that said ‘stop being mean to me’. You patted his shoulder in reassurance “love ya dude.”

“Yeah yeah” he quirked a smile “when we get abducted you won’t be laughing.” Angel never held grudges or took things too seriously. That’s probably why your friendship had lasted so long.

After a short stretch of silence he eventually began drumming his hands on the wheel to the song playing on the radio.

“You’re a strange animal…” he hummed “hey you remember this song? Gordy’s home theme song”

“What?“ you didn’t bother looking from your phone this time.

“Aw come on. You’re a strange animal that’s what I know” he excitedly continued “with Jupe from Kid Sheriff”

“I was born this century you know?”

“You’re just uncultured”

“Nobody remembers that show man” you laughed going back to your word scrabble app.

The two of you soon turned down a long stretch of dirt road. Down the long and winding pathway a sizable house peaked into view. It sat smack dab in the middle of a substantial piece of land.

“Okay, now be on the lookout for UFO’s” Angel muttered eyes to the sky. You quietly laughed at your friend remembering just how much you loved him and his quirks.

You and Angel had known each other since middle school. You both decided early on that the two of you were going to be glued at the hip. You just worked together. It made sense.

He was the first person you told about your sexuality. You half expected him to change or to say something weirdly sexual like most boys that age, but he only smiled. His freshmen face stretched around his newly acquired braces and with a simple sentence he whisked away all of your anxieties.

“Who do you think can kiss the most girls by the end of the year, you or me?”

It was history from there. He won by the way.

That memory was just a fading melody that echoed in the back of your mind from time to time. Your friendship had been through much more since then. From pointless fights to late night bonding. At some points the two of you spent so much time with each other that you couldn’t stand each other. Nonetheless you were like siblings in every sense of the word. You couldn’t live with him and you couldn’t live without him. You liked to think he felt the same about you.

As Angel unloaded the truck you were caught up staring up at a cloud that wasn’t moving. And no you weren’t bugging, the shit literally wasn’t moving. It was standing still amongst the other clouds, like a fixture.

“Imma pop out” you faintly heard behind you.

After a few more minutes you weren’t alone anymore.

“Like the view?”

You turned to the person who spoke. She smiled at you once you made eye contact.

“I uh” you turned back to the cloud before shaking your head and looking to the client “I apologize. Um yes its beautiful Ms. Haywood”

You took her soft hand in yours noting how firm her handshake was. She didn’t let you go as you you took a step down from the rock you’d been standing on.

“No need to apologize pretty lady” she quirked a smile at you “and Em is fine”.

You felt warm all over as her eyes trailed your movements. You looked to your hands surprised to see that they were still connected. You shyly pulled your hand back and flexed your fingers. They tingled — you already missed the warmth Em’s hand gave you.

“I better go help Angel”

“Dudes weird” she said with no real heat behind her words.

“Yeah but he’s my weirdo” You continued your walk towards Angel who was using the dolly to move the camera equipment inside the clients house. Mr. Haywood led the way.

“What’d you mean by that?” She asked stopping in her tracks.

You glanced behind you before eventually coming to a stop and turning fully towards her.

You took note of how she looked. She wore a pair of cut off jean shorts that showed off her legs. A bit of sweat was gathering at the collar of her Coyote top. You couldn’t help the feeling of fondness blossoming within you as you surveyed the sight before you. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from blurting out something stupid. Like calling the stranger who was also a client cute.

“Im sorry?”

She chuckled to herself taking a few steps towards you. You stayed put, using your hand to shield your eyes from the sun. You thought you caught a glimpse of an object darting behind a cloud but Em’s voice brought you back down to earth.

“Is he your friend, boyfriend… life partner?”

It took you longer than you’d like to admit to catch her subtlety. It was so obvious now. Everything about her was calling out to you. Pulling you closer. You soon realized why she wanted to know the information so timely.

“Oh” you laughed nervously “he’s uh my friend”

“Just friends” she raised her eyebrows eyeing you from head to toe. The hot drag of her gaze down your body took your breath away. “that’s great news!”

“Why is that?” You coyly questioned, looking up at her from under your lashes.

“Because” she simply stated. Her knowing smile and charming eyes filled you with desire. Before you knew it she was turning away to walk to her truck.

“Because?” you called behind her not bothering to follow.

“Because I wanna be your friend too” she called back without turning around.

“Cryptic” you replied through a surprised laugh. She threw a peace sign behind her before hopping in the Haywood truck and driving away.

“Hey are you gonna keep flirting or help me with this?” Angel teased. His words didn’t deter you from longingly staring at the flying dust Em left behind.

“I wasn’t flirting” you retorted feeling your face heat up.

After installing the system Angel and Oj, who asked you to not call him Mr. Haywood, took to the grounds to adjust the cameras. You watched curiously from the computer room as the bright blue sky came into view. You hummed curiously wondering why Oj had you and your friend carry out the peculiar request.

There was that cloud again. In full view not moving an inch. You peered closer to the screen trying to see some form of movement. Anything to show that the cloud was real and you weren’t going crazy.

“Havin’ fun” you jumped out of your skin at the unexpected visitor. Whipping your head around a flutter of butterflies erupted in your belly as you seen the younger Haywood smiling at you.

“I uh sorry I was just making sure the cameras were set up correctly”

“Why are you apologizing” she chuckled stepping closer to you “it’s your job, no?”

“Uh yes it is my job” you scratched the back of your ear nervously turning back to the monitors. You heard her steps near you until she stood next to you.

“What’s up there?” You eventually asked turning to her. You were surprised to find her eyes already on you.

“Who knows” she finally ripped her gaze from you and to the monitors “but we gone find out”

You raised an eyebrow wondering if Angel wasn’t so crazy after all. What are the odds that these strangers are also looking up searching for more.

“Angel thinks you guys are in a ufo hot spot” you laughed but soon faltered when you realized she want joining in “holy shit are you guys?”

The younger Haywood laughed a bit before shrugging and looking back to the monitors. She squinted her eyes searching for something. You assumed she searched for what you were searching for.

You watched her. It was kind of hard not to. There was something about her. Something that piqued your interest. You wanted to bury your nose in her fluffy hair and inhale her scent. You wanted to kiss her soft neck and hear what sounds she made. You wanted to taste her lips. God did you want her lips. You drunk her in, staring at the long expansion of her neck when someone interrupted your fascinated stare.

“Hey it’s time to head out”

You turned to Angel who looked at you like he’d just caught you red handed. His teasing smile made your face heat up in embarrassment.

“Leaving already?” Em questioned turning back to you a frown on her face “that was quick”

You decided not to mention how it took about an hour to get everything set up. But she was gone for most of the set up so there was no real way she’d be able to know.

“She’ll take your number” Angel interjected, already grabbing your phone from your back pocket. He ignored your hushed protests and handed your device (unlocked) to Em who chuckled at the two of you. You resisted the urge to sink to the floor as she winked at you.

“Thank you Angel” she smiled to you as she handed the phone back to him “I’ll be in touch”

“Sounds good” you squeaked before grabbing your phone and scurrying to the waiting van. Once inside you exhaled finally getting a good look at the newly acquired contact.

Em Haywood ❤️🐎

“Those guys are kinda dicks” Angel said once he closed his car door “if they don’t give me a good review Al is gonna be on my ass”

“Hey I’ve been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes. What took so long? Also, since when do you care what our manager thinks?”

“They needed help setting up a decoy for horse training or some shit” he shrugged pulling out of the driveway “and I care about what Al thinks since he threatened to fire me if I got one more bad review”

“You just talk too much” you snickered teasing him.

“What am I supposed to do? Sit there in silence and work?”

“Uh yes?”

“At least I’m not like you. Trying to get laid on the job”

“I was not”

“Dude you were looking at her like you wanted to go down on her”

“Jesus Christ angel”

“What?” He laughed narrowly dodging your playful shoulder slap “if it makes you feel any better she looked at you the exact same way”

“Well that’s good to know” you sarcastically retorted “I don’t even think she’s gonna text-“

Ding!

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘So when can I see your pretty self again?’

“Don’t tell me that’s the carpet muncher”

“Shut up” you landed your shoulder slap this time “are you even allowed to say that?”

“Hey!” he swerved a bit before straightening the van back up “also, yes my best friend is a lesbian I get a pass or two”

“She asked when can she see me again” you smiled down at your phone.

“Tell her tonight”

“No” you scoffed “I don’t wanna seem too desperate”

“But you are…” he raised an eyebrow to you.

“Look at the road dude” you sighed when he complied “I am ugh I don’t know”

“Just say tonight. It’s okay, she’s the one who text you first. Plus we left her house like 15 minutes ago. If anything it’s her that’s desperate”

“Okay okay okay” you worried your bottom lip as you hesitantly typed a reply.

You: ‘How about tonight?’

“If she thinks I’m a creep you’re dead”

“You’re awesome nobody will think you’re a creep” Angel promised.

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘Sounds good. Come over to mine?’

You: ‘See you after 7?’

Em Haywood ❤️🐎: ‘See you then 🤩’

You stayed mostly silent the rest of the car ride; occasionally cracking a joke with Angel or singing along to a song on the radio. Truthfully, you were in a daze.

It was strange actually. How could a girl you’d met an hour ago and who you exchanged barley 10 words with have you so hung up and nervous. There was something different about this one. Or maybe you were becoming delusional like Angel and his ex.

“Dude you are the worst when you have a crush” your best friend teased as you pulled back into Fry’s Electronics “you’ve been giving googly eyes to your phone since she text you”

“Do you think her strap is big?”

“Okay this conversation is over” he waved you off ignoring your delighted laughter.

You cursed quietly to yourself as you pulled up to the Haywood ranch. So many things rushed through your head. Anxiety had you strung tight, how long would it be before you snapped? You had the right to be anxious after all. You were in the middle of nowhere meeting up with a stranger who was probably going to kill you. You barley even thought this through. Why do pretty girls render you useless?

What if she’s a bad person? She could have lured many unsuspecting girls here. With her undeniable charm and convincing smile, she could’ve convinced you to do anything.

What if she thinks you’re a bad person? Or worse, boring. You placed your hand on the gearshift contemplating putting the car in reverse and hightailing it out of there, never to return. The generic jingle of your ringtone snapped you from your thoughts.

“Hello?”

“Don’t do it” Angel said without even greeting you.

“What are you talking about?” You took your hand from the gearshift and leaned back in your chair.

“I know you and I know you’re thinking about not going in right now”

“How did you know that?”

“Because I know you!”

“I can’t do this Angel” you confessed “I’m too nervous I don’t wanna embarrass myself”

“See now that’s literally impossible. You’d embarrass yourself by not walking in that house.” He was right. You hated when he was right. “Just talk to her about movies, you love movies”

“I don’t wanna talk her ear off.”

“It’s a first date who cares?”

“Date?” You shrieked “this is not a date!”

“You’re so bad at this.”

“I can’t do this, nah” you mulled over your choices: you can either go in and embarrass yourself or leave and embarrass yourself “Nope.”

“You didn’t even give yourself a chance” he offered “give yourself a chance”

“But what if it goes wrong”

“Let’s make a deal in 15 minutes I’ll call you and give you an excuse to leave if it’s going good just stay! Simple”

“Simple…” you nodded “okay yeah sounds good I’ll just do that” you took your keys out of the ignition “15 minutes Angel.”

“15 minutes and I’ll E.T phone home you”

You stopped your movements “you know you can just say phone home I know what the reference is”

“Of course you do…” your friends voice dipped out. The lights in your car dimmed until you were shrouded in darkness. You whipped your head around as the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Something within you stirred, somehow you knew you weren’t safe in that moment. It felt almost like a centuries long instinct within you was rising up. Telling you to get out of there. You breathed out slowly searching for the newcomer, you were quickly realizing that you weren’t alone anymore. The warm glow from the house became more and more muted until darkness overtook the structure. The incessant low buzz of electricity was absent. The emptiness of the countryside made the ringing silence all the more noticeable.

You took a shaky breath as you gripped your keys, ignoring the sharp metal digging into your palms. The dirt beneath your feet sunk under your weight as you stepped out of your car and surveilled your surroundings. Nothing. Nothing but darkness.

After a beat the house began emitting a warm glow lighting the area enough for you to see Em standing on the porch.

You faintly felt the vibrations of your phone turning back on.

“I thought I heard somebody out here”

“The power went out?” You sauntered over to her taking in how cute she looked under the stars.

“Yeah it does that sometimes” she supplied before turning back to the house. You shook your head ridding your mind of the odd occurrence and stepped into the antique house behind Em. The two of you soon stood before a liquor cabinet “would you like a drink? I got bourbon, tequila, vodka…”

You eyed the wooden cabinet before you as Em grabbed a couple of glasses and ice.

“I don’t really drink” you hummed turning to the girl as she sat the glasses on the table.

“I got weed” she tried.

Your matched smiles led the two of you to standing in a random room upstairs listening to records with the window open.

She took a long drag before handing the joint to you. She eyed whatever it was outside of her window as you stared at a poster on her wall.

“That horse is just hard headed” she shook her head as she sucked her teeth “I just wanna know how that nigga got out”

“How many horses y’all got?”

“Shit I don’t know at this point. Oj dumbass stay selling my daddy’s horses”

Your gaze was kept on the poster showing a clip of their great great great grandfather on a horse. Em gave you the rundown of her family as she rolled the joint the two of you were smoking.

You were so distracted that you hadn’t realized your companion moving from the window to the space just behind you. You felt a comforting heat radiating from her body as she lightly pressed against the back of you. Her hand stretched past you and pointed to one of the frames.

“Allegedly this frame got fucked up, but they decided to keep it in” her breath brushed against your sensitive ears. She smelled like vanilla and cherries mixed with fresh wood and weed. You deeply inhaled letting her scent intoxicate you. You slowly turned around, words dying on your lips finding her closer than you expected. Her nose brushed against yours as her hands softly gripped your hips.

Her lips were as soft as they looked you realized once they covered yours. She breathed you in, pulling you closer than you were before. Your begging hands tangled in her fro as you repeated her movements and pulled her closer. Electricity surged down your body as she walked you back to the waiting bed. The two of you refused to pull away from each other as your back pressed against the cold plush linen. Your mouths continued moving against each other — soft wet tongues massaging the other. Her kiss was so passionate it felt as if she was stealing the oxygen from your body. But you weren’t complaining. She briefly pulled away, her chest heaving as she took you in.

“I’m sorry I just-“ she cut herself off pressing her mouth back against yours. Her skilled tongue slipped into your mouth once again, this time with more vigor. Your bodies pressed heatedly against each other as your heartbeats began drumming in tandem. You could taste her desperation you could feel her desperation as her hands began pulling your shirt up. Her warm hands lingered on your belly, she ran her finger tips across your warm skin. Butterflies fluttered in their wake. Her sensual touch dragged across your belly before moving up to your breast.

A melodic sound filtered through the air. It pulled you from the pleasure you were receiving but only for a second. Soon the sound was gone and you were plunged back into the promise land of bliss. She didn’t waste time going back to feeling every exposed part of you. Her hand slipped under your bralette. Warm fingers brushed against your nipples making them hard. A long awaited moan climbed up your throat. She smiled against your lips.

I smiled once again hearing your desperate moans fill the air. They sounded like music and I was prepared to listen to your song forever. You felt so right beneath me. Like you were meant to be there.

I couldn’t help myself from trailing my lips down to your waiting neck. Inhaling the sweet scent you gave me only made my panties grow wetter in anticipation. I resisted the urge to grind my hips down against yours. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t searching for some sort of relief. From the moment I saw you standing there staring off into the clouds I knew I had to be near you. I had to say something to you or I feared the moment would have passed me by.

My phone began ringing again. This time I groaned in frustration, pulling away from my honey suckle I put my phone to my ear.

“What?”

“There is a bug on camera 1”

“What?” I rolled my eyes as I realized what the peculiar tech guy meant “man I told you to stop watching our shit”

I stood up shooting an apologetic look to you. You only shook your head a bashful smile on your face. I watched as you sat up and straightened your shirt then you moved to fixing your hair. We’d only been kissing for 5 minutes and you already looked fucked out. I wanted to see how you’d look after I had my way with you. Showing you just how much I like you. Showing you how pretty you are to me.

“Yeah but camera two is out” he exclaimed nervously “like ancient fucking aliens out”

“Shit!” My heart dropped to my stomach as I sprinted out of the room only Oj on my mind.

You could only sit and watch as Em abruptly left the room phone in hand. You wanted to be angry but there was something in her voice that made an uneasy feeling stir in your body.

Staring out of the window you saw what looked like sand and dust falling from the sky… or being sucked up into it. No. That can’t be it.

You squinted your eyes trying to catch a better glimpse. Em’s vocie echoed from outside.

“OJ ITS IN THE CLOUDS” her urgency startled you “RUN OJ RUN!” She continued with renewed exclamation.

Fear circle your body as you watched Oj run away from something you couldn’t quite see. Whatever it was it was big. It was angry and it was trying to suck Oj up into the sky.

You stood frozen watching the scene before you play out. Surely you had to be hallucinating. Were you simply sleep deprived. Was the weed you smoked laced with a foreign substance?

You didn’t have the chance to puzzle together what you were seeing because you were soon blacking out.

“Shit is she okay?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know I ain’t a doctor” Em brushed some of your hair back “first fine girl I get back to the ranch and this bullshit”

“We need to wake her up somehow” Oj’s gruff voice vibrates your ears.

“I’m gonna go get some wet towels”

A sharp pain shot through your head. Bright light poured into your retinas making a pain you never felt before rush through your head.

“Em come back she’s waking up”

“I’m coming I’m coming”

You groaned watching as 3 Oj’s changed to 2 then eventually 1. Em soon came into view. She dabbed your forehead with a cold wet towel.

“You okay pretty girl?” She frowned continuing her actions.

“Angel” you muttered.

“That’s cute she thinks I’m an angel” Em cooed, her eyes growing soft as she felt her heart melt.

“Angel” you groaned again still struggling to regain consciousness. Your phone was vibrating off the hook. No doubt it was Angel calling to check on you.

“I think she talkin’ about Angel”

“Oh.”

You dragged your phone from your back pocket and wearily dragged your finger across the screen to accept his call.

“Oh my god you’re alive!”

“Did you get that on film?” You croaked eager to see if your friend had also witnessed the spectacle.

“No. There was a fucking praying mantis!” He replied.

“Fuck.”

#idk if I’m gonna do another part this lowkey turned out longer than I wanted lol #i would’ve posted it 3 days ago but I keep adding and editing lol #this story kinda has more reader x angel #not intentionally I just love writing friends #i love a good bestie relationship in a fic idk do y’all? #i had to physically stop myself from editing this #Em Haywood #Emerald ‘Em’ Haywood #NOPE #Angel #OJ Haywood #NOPE spoilers #em haywood x reader #em haywood x fem!reader #black!fem!reader #keke palmer #I feel like she lurks so if you come across this gif I love you and I’m free on Saturday nights #i wasn’t gonna do part 2 #but I realize that reader didn’t really go through a near death experience with em like the description says

[alloverthegaf]

hi everyone I know I’ve been MIA forever I’m sorry but let me make it up to you by telling y’all the story of our mystery visitor.

A couple of months ago I woke up at night every now and then to hear meowing outside our window, but I never saw the culprit, and eventually forgot about it.

A week or so later we left out a pizza box with a slice left in it. Next morning Ron gets up for work and wakes me up to find out what the hell happened in the kitchen.

Naturally I, the country girl, started completely freaking out because I was imagining all the different creatures that could be secretly living in our house. Ron, the city boy, thought this was hilarious. I did not, because I was busy imagining waking up to a possum or a wild rat sitting on top of me in bed.

We did more investigating that afternoon and found little dirty paw prints on his computer desk, and the sink counter in the bathroom. Too big to be a rat, small enough to still be a possum, or a small cat.

Over the next week, we notice more small signs that SOMEONE is exploring our house in the midnight hours, but no more clues.

Then, one night, I’m sitting in our bedroom straightening my hair, and notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I look to the doorway and see a dark, bushy tail disappearing into the main bedroom, which we haven’t moved into yet because we haven’t set up my bed from home yet (different story). I quickly run and close the main bedroom door, then run to the entertainment room where Ron’s gaming and shout “I CAUGHT IT”.

I rush him to the bedroom and we open the door, and nothing’s there. That room permanently has a window open for an old air con vent, so clearly the intruder escaped.

At this point, obviously, I have come to the conclusion of cat.

We go away for the weekend (ANOTHER story, so romantic omg), and when we get back, we set up the bed and move into the main bedroom.

A week later my friend shows up on my doorstep crying and holding her 2 year old (oh my god another story I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long) and later we’re hanging out the back and chase the toddler back inside. When we all come out, her little snack pack of salami and cheese is missing all the fucking salami. I’m like “THE CAT!! IT WAS THE CAT!!”

We still have not properly met our regular visitor.

Then we have an irresponsible moment and buy a smart TV for the bedroom. I’m sitting in bed watching youtube and it happens. WE MEET.

He jumps right into the bedroom like it’s his own domain. We finally have our moment of true contact. He sniffs my hand. I pat him. He tries to bite me. He butts his head against me asking for more pats.

I gently coax him into letting me pick him up so I can bring him to Ron, who’s gaming online with the guys. I enter the room, call out “Ron!” and he looks away from his FPS and goes “...oh boy.”

Next he’s explaining through his mic that he thinks I’ve just adopted this stray cat.

Thing is I don’t think he’s a stray. He looks well fed, fairly groomed, he’s so comfortable with me.

As you can see from these photos from the NEXT night, where he is getting settled in our bed.

But he also gets very enthusiastic about food, and his claws are getting pretty long and sharp.

It’s maybe possibly not helped by me, encouraging him, and cuddling with him. Admittedly most nights since the first, Ron has come to bed and had to move the cat from his spot.

Since then, I have told Ron’s family about it, who all want me to have the cat because they know how much I want one, and gave me all the possible ways about how it might be homeless and need me to care for it, and basically they got in my head and I started fucking FEEDING him.

So now he’s coming by earlier during the day and leaving later and he keeps butting his damn head against me looking for pats and it’s so fucking CUTE and he has the most high pitched meow.

A couple of nights ago I was having a bad day and Ron wasn’t home and I had cereal for dinner, and no food left for the cat, and I got super stressed out about him clearly waiting for food and reaching for my bowl so I put him outside and closed our bedroom window. When Ron joined me in bed later that night I told him and said I felt really bad but also less stressed about this cat that wasn’t mine, and he was like “hmmm the cold front’s supposed to start tonight” and I got so guilty and stressed about the cat that I couldn’t relax until we heard him jump in from the bathroom window lmaooo.

I have since talked to some neighbours, and the next step is to get him scanned/take him to the vet to see if he’s microchipped. If he is, I’ll contact the owner and talk to them about what’s going on. If he’s not, I’m adopting him and spending my month’s salary on cat things.

Also, I’ve nicknamed him Boof. Because he likes to boof his head against me and also because he is clearly a boofhead.

And EVERYONE who even slightly knows me knows I’ve been dying to have a pet, especially a cat, but I’ve been waiting till the new year to make sure I’m ready and financially stable enough. And out of nowhere this cat starts just forcing his way into our lives. About a week after I bonded with Boof, I was explaining the situation to one of Ron’s friends in the car on the way to dinner, and said how I’d been wanting a cat for so long and suddenly this one appears, and Ron interrupted me to say “you didn’t manifest this cat” and I’m like “but I think I MANIFESTED THIS CAT”

If I do end up taking him in, we’ll be modifying the house so he can’t get outside without a leash or something anymore, and I’ll be doing everything I can to make sure he’s still properly stimulated at home. We live on a busy intersection so there’s no alternative for me. If we do find an owner, I will sadly but earnestly ask them to try to keep him inside from now on, not only for his safety from traffic, but also because I don’t want the responsibility of something happening to him while he’s with me and he’s not mine.

I’ll update y’all as we go. But whatever happens, I feel very blessed to have met and bonded with Boof.

#ramblings #non fandom #long post #alloverthecamera

[shiftingparadise]

Could you possible do a part 2 of the feitan x reader? Or just another fic of him. Thanks!

The love I have for him is unreal 🥹, so thank you for requesting a part 2! I've chosen to write another part since I have a couple other requests about Feitan 😊.

I'm writing multiple requests at once now - since I can't choose to write just one - so I'm really sorry that this one's posted before yours. I just coincidentally finished this one today. I have 2 other fics that are almost finished as well, so they'll be uploaded (probably) tomorrow or the day after 😇.

? Warnings ? : smut and, idk, Chrollo's mean?🥺

Enjoy reading!🤍✨

Word Count. 3783

‘Aren’t you happy?’, Chrollo smiled, his hands in his pockets, ‘Even though you misbehaved, I still got you presents’. ‘I don’t want them’, you scoffed, throwing one of the boxes towards him. ‘Now darling, that’s just rude’, he closed his eyes, his patience running thin, ‘I’ve brought you the most luxurious jewelry, dresses, …. And you can’t even say thank you?’. 

Feitan was standing in the same room, waiting for his boss to tell him he could leave.

‘Dresses? Jewelry? What’s the point? I’m not allowed to leave this dump!’, ‘So you’re saying you don’t want to look pretty for me? For the person who takes care of you?’. 

You froze when you could feel him grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes. 

‘Choose your next words carefully darling’, Chrollo let his lips graze against your earlobes, ‘You know you would be allowed to leave if you weren’t such a pain to deal with’. 

Feitan tried to control himself when he could see Chrollo’s digits move towards the back of the nightgown you were wearing. He knew what Chrollo was planning to do, regardless of your behavior. 

‘Fuck you Chrollo’, you said softly, eyes locking with Feitan’s. 

Feitan hated to see you so scared under Chrollo’s touch. He loved it when you trembled underneath him, when you cried because he made you feel good (or bad)… but he needed to be the one to make you cry, to make you feel scared… Not Chrollo. 

You could see Feitan looking away, knowing he couldn’t stand to see what was going to happen next. 

‘Fine’, Chrollo chuckled, swiftly throwing you on the bed, ‘Feitan, you can leave’. 

Chrollo didn’t look at his friend, his cruel eyes were locked on yours. Feitan didn’t want to leave, he wanted to stay with you, to stop from whatever was going to happen, but he couldn’t. 

‘Oh, Feitan?’, Chrollo looked over his shoulder before Feitan closed the door behind him, ‘Make sure Hisoka and Shalnark are guarding this door. They were staring at my darling again’. ‘Of course, boss’, he replied coldly before closing the door. He felt relieved that he didn’t need to guard the door to your bedroom, that he didn’t need to hear your cries. 

---

‘Hm’, Shalnark pressed his lips together, eyes wide open in shock. ‘What’s wrong?’, Hisoka leaned away from the wall, looking at the blonde boy, ‘Are you uncomfortable?’. 

Shalnark didn’t respond, he hated the way Hisoka was smirking. 

‘Tch’, Hisoka smiled while closing his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall, ‘Just enjoy it, like I do’. 

Enjoy? Sure, he enjoyed controlling people, killing them… But this wasn’t something he enjoyed. It didn’t surprise him that it was what the magician liked though. 

‘Get off me!’, once again your cries broke through the door and into the hallway. ‘Come now darling, I need to make sure those men outside know whom you belong to. Behave, will you?’. 

‘Hm, so feisty’, Hisoka let his tongue graze over his lips.

Shalnark could feel his cheeks burning at Chrollo’s remark. He didn’t mean to stare at you whenever his boss called you downstairs, but you were so beautiful, it was impossible to break free from your spell. 

---

‘Go away’, you said softly, completely covered underneath your sheets. 

You were tired, so tired. You couldn’t sleep at night, leaving your eyes burning at the rays of sun now shining through the window. Chrollo left hours ago, in the middle of the night. He said something about needing to plan another heist, but you knew it was just an excuse to get away from you, to get away from the guilt. He always felt guilty when he was done with you, he always felt bad for hurting you. 

*knock knock*

You tightened your grip around the pillow that was resting against your chest, ‘I’m not hungry Chrollo, I don’t want any breakfast’. 

‘It’s me, boss is gone’.

‘F-feitan?’, you slowly got out of bed, hair still messy, eyes swollen.  

Feitan didn’t ask if he could enter, it’s not like he was going to listen when you told him not to. 

‘Take off your nightgown’, ‘H-huh’, you widened your eyes, body already trembling. ‘Take it off Y/N’. ‘I-I don’t want –‘, ‘Tch’. 

Within a blink, Feitan was standing behind you, his knife cutting through the thin straps on your shoulders. 

‘F-feitan no!’, you quickly turned around, trying to push him away. ‘Let me see your body’, ‘Please’, you looked at the ground, once again tears streaming down your cheeks. 

‘I’m not going to hurt you’, Feitan replied coldly, gently grabbing your wrists. ‘I-I don’t want to have-‘. ‘We’re not going to have sex’, he slowly removed your wrists away from your chest, ‘I just want to look’. 

‘W-why?’, you pressed your legs together, feeling uncomfortable at how exposed you were. 

Feitan didn’t reply. He was too busy scanning your body for injuries, the ones he didn’t cause. 

‘What did he do?’, he grazed over the bruises on both sides of your waist. 

Feitan knew what caused those bruises. He could recognize the cause of most wounds, as he loved to experiment on the people he tortured. He just needed you to tell him, to see if you would lie to him. 

You turned your head to the side, ashamed of how Feitan’s eyes were taking in every single detail of the wounds on your body. 

‘Don’t remember’, you lied through your teeth. Of course you remembered, of course you could still feel his nails digging into the soft skin of your waist as he tried to keep you still. ‘And this?’, Feitan let his digits graze over your throat. ‘Y-you know what that is’, you said softly. 

Yes, he knew what caused the dried-up stripe of blood on your throat. He knew Chrollo must’ve held a knife against your soft skin, all in an effort to get you to obey him. 

‘Turn around’, ‘Y-you’re making me feel uncomfortable’, ‘Turn around’. 

Feitan didn’t mention the bruises on your thighs, or the scratches on your back. To be honest, he loved seeing them on your skin. You looked even more perfect with the dark spots plastered on your porcelain smooth skin, but only if he was the one that put them there. Only if he was the one that could lick the tears from your cheek as you cried underneath the touch of his sharp knife. He knew it was hypocritical for him to get mad when Chrollo hurt you, but to him, it felt as if you belonged to him, not to his boss. He felt mad, jealous, and even betrayed by his boss… Even though he was the one that betrayed him. He was the one that took pleasure in using Chrollo’s darling. 

‘Happy?’, you whimpered. ‘Why don’t you just give into him?’. 

Feitan’s question pinched the air right out of your lungs. It felt as if the words attacked your vocal cords, making it almost impossible to answer. 

‘G-give in?’, you finally looked into Feitan’s eyes. ‘He won’t hurt you if you give in’. ‘He won’t hurt me?’, you chuckled, voice shaking, ‘You think it feels nice to have someone forcefully take you? Do you think it won’t hurt if I stop struggling?’. 

Feitan looked coldly in your eyes, the collar of his jacket hiding most of his face. 

‘You felt good once you stopped struggling’, he replied, his voice steady. ‘That was different!’, you protested, quickly picking up your nightgown from the ground. ‘How?’, ‘Because I wanted to sleep with you!’, you raised your voice, ‘I wanted to even when I pretended I didn’t’.

Feitan’s eyes and hitched breath must give his emotions away, with how you had a small smile on your face. 

‘What?’, you chuckled, slowly laying down underneath the sheets again, ‘You thought I begged you to sleep with me because I was scared of what the consequences could be? You should know by now, Fei, I’m not scared of pain’. 

‘Why?’. 

Feitan was a man of few words, he could drive you crazy sometimes. 

‘What?’, you frowned, ‘Why did I want to sleep with someone like you? What’s the difference between you and Chrollo?’. ‘Hm’, Feitan hummed in response, looking at how the sheets were wrapped around your fragile body. 

‘Let’s see’, you closed your eyes, ‘You both hurt me, abuse me… In some type of way, you’re even sicker than Chrollo, with the torturing and all…’. 

Feitan tried to understand what you were doing. It sounded to him as if you were comparing a green apple with a red one; both the same thing, just with a different look to them. 

‘Guess I’m just a sick person’, you looked up at Feitan, a forced smirk on your face. 

That’s the only conclusion you could come to. How could you want someone like Feitan? Even if he’s handsome, even if he’s being kind to you… He gets off on torturing and killing innocent people. You hated that you thought about him every second of the day, that you wished it was his naked body pressed against your back instead of Chrollo’s. You wanted him, even now. 

‘So… Where’s he gone?’, you asked when you noticed Feitan wasn’t going to respond. ‘Looking for the chain user with Shalnark and Hisoka. Won’t be back in a few days’. 

‘Few days’, your stomach fluttered at the thought of how you could share your bed with the dark-haired man in front of you again. 

‘You’re staying here?’, ‘Hm’. ‘A-alone or?’, your cheeks blushing at how desperate you must sound. ‘Alone’. 

Relief and a sense of safety wrapped around you, like the sheets that were kissing your naked body. 

‘W-want to take a shower?’, you shyly asked, covering your face with some sheets. ‘Do I smell?’, Feitan frowned at your strange question. ‘N-no! I just… I’m going to shower, and I thought you might want to join’. 

Feitan could punch himself at how he didn’t get the hint. You couldn’t make it more obvious what you wanted from him, and yet he still didn’t get the message at first.

Feitan coldly shrugged his shoulders, trying to come across as disinterested when really, his heart was jumping out of his chest at the thought of your naked body so close to his. 

Feitan would lie if he said that he didn’t ache for your touch. He needed your fingers tangled in his hair, your hot breath, and cute whimpers brushing against his shoulder. It wasn’t lust anymore, it felt like an addiction. 

---

‘Fuck’, Feitan eyes lightened up when he pressed your face against the clear glass of the luxurious shower, ‘Boss should know how submissive you can be’. 

Feitan felt so much pride knowing that you willingly gave yourself to him. How you felt so good under his touch. If he could, he’d let the whole world know.

‘Should he?’, you smirked, pushing away from the glass, so you could look into his grey eyes. You noticed how Feitan’s eyes narrowed, brows frowning. ‘Fine, I’ll be submissive next time. I’ll be sure to call out his name, to beg for more’. 

Feitan felt speechless. You once again introduced him to a strange and unfamiliar feeling. He could feel his chest tighten, a certain ache in his stomach… He didn’t want you to be submissive with Chrollo, he didn’t want you to enjoy his touch. You were his, not Chrollo’s. 

‘What’s wrong Fei?’, you pouted, ‘Don’t like that?’. 

Feitan stopped his thrusts, quickly turning you towards him before he grabbed your jaw. 

‘Don’t. Only I get to make you feel good’, ‘And why’s that?’, you smirked. God, you loved seeing him so confused. ‘Enough’, he coldly replied, turning you back around. Your face was once again pressed against the cold glass, hands desperately trying to create some space. 

‘F-fei’, you whimpered, ‘Slow down’. ‘No’. ‘Fei, please’. ‘No’. 

Your begging went unheard. Feitan felt angry with you for making him feel like this, for making him soft. 

‘You’re lucky boss won’t be away long. I would’ve carved into your skin by now for trying to get under mine’. 

You loved this, the way Feitan controlled you, the way he made you beg. Chrollo would never have that power over you, you would never be his. 

---

‘You okay?’, Feitan grunted while slowly pulling out, trying to keep you standing. ‘I’m okay’, a smile resting on your face. It never failed to surprise you when he asked you if you were fine.  

‘Okay’, his soft lips tried to comfort the bite mark he left on your shoulder. 

He knew he shouldn’t have done that; he knew Chrollo would probably notice, but he couldn’t restrain himself when he saw one of the scars he’d placed there. It drove him crazy. He wanted to devour you, to taste every part of you. 

---

‘Boss will come back tomorrow’, Feitan lowered the phone. He didn’t want Chrollo to come back, he didn’t want to share you. You could feel a lump in your throat at the thought of how reality was going to hit you again. You weren’t Feitan’s, Feitan didn’t take you with him that day. It was Chrollo you’d belong to, you were his. 

‘You know I can’t take you out, boss has eyes everywhere’, Feitan stated coldly, ‘So why don’t you put on a pretty dress for me, and I’ll cook something for us’. ‘

It wasn’t the part where he said he’d cook for you, or the part where he told you to put on something nice that caught you off guard. It was the part where he implied that he would like to go somewhere with you; that he would like to take you somewhere else than these four walls. 

 ‘Y-you would take me somewhere?’, eyes already over flooding with tears at the thought of leaving this hellhole. ‘Why are you crying?’. 

Feitan tried so hard to understand you, to understand why you would cry when he was being nice to you. It’s not like he didn’t like it, he loved seeing your lips tremble, tears streaming down your cute little nose… But he just didn’t understand why you would cry when he was being kind. 

‘J-just tired’, you sniffled, quickly heading upstairs. ‘Now I’ve seen it all’, Feitan sighed before grabbing some food out of the fridge. 

---

Feitan wasn’t going to tell you. He would never tell you how beautiful you looked in a dress Chrollo got you. He didn’t need to anyway, the way he couldn’t keep his eyes from you said enough. 

‘It’s really good’, you smiled at Feitan. ‘No, it isn’t’, he played with the piece of meat on his plate, ‘I’ll just order something’ ‘H-hey no! I like it’. 

Well, it wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad either. It was obvious Feitan usually never cooked, so the fact that he did for you made your heart flutter. 

‘Liar’, he scoffed while rolling his eyes. ‘I like it’, you sweetly replied, ‘I’m not lying’.

And you weren’t. At this point, you would enjoy an uncooked potato as long as Feitan put it on a plate for you.

---

You yawned; sight still blurry. 

‘Fei?’, you murmured, hands trying to find the man you’d once again spend the night with, ‘Feitan?’. 

‘I’m here’.

You slowly sat up straight, sheets pressed against your chest. Feitan was only wearing his boxers, gazing out of the window from your room. 

‘C-can we please cuddle some more before he comes back?’. 

Yes, reality definitely flooded over you now. 

‘Okay’, Feitan placed himself next to you, letting you wrap yourself around his body. 

Feitan didn’t know how to be affectionate towards you, he didn’t know what to do when you wanted to cuddle. He wasn’t the kind of man that would stroke through your hair, that would tell you how pretty you looked, or how nice you smelled. 

‘Want you before he comes back’, you murmured into the crook of his neck. ‘Again?’, Feitan smirked at how desperate you were always for him. 

---

Feitan had his hands placed around your neck, dirty words flooding from his lips when you suddenly could see his eyes widen. 

‘Someone’s here’. ‘W-what?’. ‘Scream, beg me to stop’. 

Your mind started to race. Chrollo couldn’t be back, Chrollo always made a ‘big’ entrance. Always calling you from downstairs, hands holding the ‘presents’ he got for you. 

‘Do it’, Feitan’s eyes never looked so worried. ‘Hm’, you nodded, body frozen in fear. 

‘F-feitan, stop, please’, you screamed out, ‘Y-you’re hurting me, stop, please’. 

You could see Feitan smiling, a sight you’d only seen once. He was now holding your wrists above your head, the other hand placed on your mouth. 

‘So’, Chrollo’s silky voice broke through the dense air, ‘My little one was right when she called me’. 

God, you wanted to scream at Chrollo, to tell him how much you hated him, that you would choose Feitan above him every time. 

‘Thought you would be mad’, Feitan looked over his shoulders at his boss. ‘Why? You’re taking care of her when I’m away, besides… I’ve heard her begging before you told her to put up this act’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘Get dressed, we’re going to talk, you too darling’.

Feitan waited until Chrollo closed the door behind him, pulling away from your naked body.

‘Don’t’, Feitan’s cold eyes followed the teardrop that was streaming down your cheek, ‘Won’t let him hurt you’. 

You tried to control your breathing as you headed downstairs, Feitan following behind you. 

Chrollo was sitting on the couch, patiently waiting. 

‘How many times?’, Chrollo smiled, arms resting on his knees.  

Chrollo raised his hand in the air when Feitan wanted to respond. 

‘How many times did he make you feel good, darling?’. ‘Ch-chrollo’, you sobbed, trying to avoid his question. ‘Answer me, darling, it’s in your best interest that you do’. ‘D-don’t know’. ‘You’re telling me you don’t know how many times my second man took care of you? So, you didn’t know that it was wrong? I never crossed your mind? Is that what you’re telling me, little one?’. ‘No!’. ‘Oh…’, Chrollo slowly got up, ‘So you thought about me when he took care of your needs? Needs you don’t seem to have when you’re with me?’. 

‘Made her do it’, Feitan interrupted, ‘Forced her’. ‘Hm’, Chrollo smirked while grabbing his phone, ‘She sure does sound different when I take her’. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was it. He was going to kill you. You tried to stand straight when you could hear yourself moan Feitan’s name, when you could hear the lewd noises coming from you two. 

‘Ah, here comes the best part’, Chrollo closed his eyes while listening to the recording.

‘Boss should know how submissive you can be’, ‘Should he? Fine, I’ll be submissive next time. I’ll be sure to call out his name, to beg for more’. 

His thumb pressed the red button on his phone, stopping the recording, ‘You’ve made quite a promise, darling’. 

Feitan could see the way you were biting on the tip of your thumb, the way your arm was wrapped around your waist… All an effort to quiet down your sobs. 

‘Does it feel good when she’s submissive? When she melts under your touch?’, Chrollo’s attention was now on Feitan, ‘Please tell me, because I wouldn’t know. No matter how nice I am, no matter how gentle I am, she never gave her body to me as she did to you’. 

‘Feels nice’, Feitan coldly replied. ‘Thought so’, Chrollo turned towards you again, ‘What does he do differently? He’s a ‘bad’ guy, right? He’s hurt you before. Why does he get to have you and I don’t?’. 

Why? You desperately searched for an answer, but Chrollo was right. Feitan was just as bad as his boss. 

 ‘You’re not gentle’, Feitan broke through the awkward silence, ‘You call pushing a knife against her skin gentle? You think it feels good for her when you’re always pushing her head into a pillow?’. 

Yes, Feitan was losing control over his emotions. 

‘You’re not gentle Fei’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘I noticed the bite marks, the bruises on her skin. Why do you think I asked Shalnark to install wiretaps in her room? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?’. 

‘How would you know?’, your voice trembling with fear, ‘You don’t know what it’s like to be gentle’. 

‘You’re right’, Chrollo grabbed your wrist, ‘Why don’t you two show me? Show me what I need to do to have you for myself’. ‘You’ll never have me’, you tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened. Chrollo was mad, probably the angriest you’ve seen him. ‘You’re mine, whether you like it or not. I don’t care that you prefer that little perve, you’re mine and mine only’. 

You whimpered when you could feel Chrollo pulling your nightgown up. 

‘Well, go on, Fei. Show me how to treat her’. 

Was it right for him to be aroused by this? To see you whimper under Chrollo’s touch, your pretty ass out there in the open waiting for his touch? No, he knew it wasn’t right, but Feitan loved this. He always loved seeing you so scared and fragile. You knew that, you knew what kind of person he is. 

‘F-fei’, you widened your eyes when you could feel his lips against your shoulder. ‘See?’, Chrollo chuckled, ‘He’s a pervert, darling. I bet he couldn’t wait for me to find out, for me to know you willingly submitted to him’. 

Feitan’s eyes lit up, the corner of his lips curled upwards in an evil smile. Of course, he wanted Chrollo to know he could have you whenever he wanted. 

‘Don’t worry’, Feitan whispered in your ears, eyes locked onto Chrollo’s, ‘I always make you feel good, right? This won’t be an exception. I’ll take care of you’. 

Feitan’s digits softly worked his way towards your panties, leaving bursts of goosebumps on your skin.

‘Hm’, you closed your eyes, embarrassed at how your body was reacting. ‘Remember when I asked you if you got this wet for boss?’. You nodded in response, eyes still closed. ‘Well, does she get this wet for you?’, Feitan proudly asked his boss, ‘She said she didn’t’. 

Chrollo widened his eyes when he let his finger graze the bottom of your panties. 

‘She certainly never has been this wet’, Chrollo looked at the tip of his fingers, a jealous feeling rushing over him. ‘Then you should take notes boss’, Feitan smirked, ‘I know what she likes’. 

#fanfic #fanfiction #feitan porter x reader #feitan portor #feitan #phantom troupe #feitan hunter x hunter #feitan smut #feitan x y/n #feitan x reader #feitan portor x reader #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x you #hxh smut #hxh #hunterxhunter #hxh feitan #hxh x y/n #hxh x reader #hxh x you

[theveryworstthing]

I Live.

Gonna give y’all a little life update copy-pasted from patreon since I’ve been gone for a thousand years. I don't really want to get deep into everything because sharing too many private details about my life/family on the internet feels a little icky even when people are nice but a quick rundown is:

1. My mom was helping my aunt through the legal proceedings of a messy divorce from her abusive ex husband and had to fly to her place like every 2 weeks. During her stays there she sensed something was wrong and after a few doctor's visits we found out that my aunt has early onset dementia. She's being taken care of by family and her shitty ex will never see her again if we have any say so but it's been Rough. She doesn't deserve this shit.

2. Surgery Bonanza! Mom has to get a giant mysterious fatty mass schlorped out of her back and my Grandma Lou' s thyroid gland went insaneo style and blew up into two huge masses that had to be cut out of her throat before they completely cut off her breathing. Then she had a bonus surgery to help with her failing eyesight. On the bright side, there was no cancer found in the weird lumps harvested from my kin.

3. My cat developed a weird lump full of cancer. I spotted a small lump on his right back leg over a month ago and after begging his former vet for an appointment sooner than 2 weeks away we finally got him in. Within seconds she said that it was probably cancer and that if it is he probably won't survive the treatment for it because he's 15 so do I really want to know? Because if I know then maybe I'll want to treat this expensive thing  but if I wanted to let it ride it might be easier I guess? Because letting my weird little son die without trying to save him or give him proper end of life care is cool as long as it's cheaper and I don't have to think about it as much???? This was before any sort of intensive check on him or the tumor was done btw. The little dude was pretty much either a dead man walking or he had some mysterious swelling that time would take care of as far as she was concerned. Either way there was the vibe that she kind of wrote him off.

I ordered tests for him anyway, waited 2 weeks to get inconclusive answers, ordered an x-ray (which should have been done with the other test but whatever), waited a week and a half to learn that yeah, he probably does have cancer maybe and thank god it's not spreading too fast because uh oh! It's been almost a month and that bad boy has been growing this whole time!!!! Also it took weeks for them to bother scheduling any kind of re-check. At this point they say that there's nothing they can do and offer to get me in contact with what seems to be the only animal cancer specialist around. Who's like 2 and a half hours away. And has a crazy wait list. Did I mention that Coup hates being stuck in his carrier and will stress out and cry constantly every time he's forced to travel anywhere? So after reaching out to friends and family I found another much closer vet who could give me a second opinion first and thank god I found that place because not only did they actually judge him by his actual level of health instead of just his age when it comes to treatment (besides the cancer Coup is healthy as an ox, stellar scores in bloodwork and overall cat-ness, vet said that judging from his behavior/usage of the leg that we're probably more concerned about the situation than he is) but they also had a treatment plan rolled out and ready by the end of the visit. The boy is almost done with his chemo injections now and even though the shrinking is slow he's still in great health so we're daring to dream.

Fuck The Haters.

Other things happened but I don't want to talk about those things. The bottom line is that I'm not juggling a hell schedule or crying every day now so I want to get back in the drawing saddle. Thanks again to everyone on patreon who stuck around and basically threw their money in this mysterious pit, Y'all helped pay my bills when I was literally too mentally wrecked to work. And thanks to everyone else who sent me random good vibes, hoped I was okay, said nice things about my art, and were generally pretty cool even though I fled social media. (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

#talkin #medical #cancer #just chock full of downers

[markantonys]

WOT sims shenanigans part 2!

remember how mat and elayne kept interrupting their initial getting together flirting to throw water balloons at each other? well, IMMEDIATELY after rand and aviendha had their first kiss, they ended the conversation so aviendha could do pushups and rand could build a sandcastle. we stan 4 useless bisexuals.

then they went home and fucked woohooed in elayne’s bed because neither of them had a double bed. i’m sure elayne didn’t mind!

elayne and avi got together as well, so the rand/mat/elayne/avi polycule is complete! i moved them all into a new apartment together (now they all have double beds! rip to rand and mat’s bunkbeds in the old household) and rand immediately wished to have a child. if coming down with baby fever one (1) hour after moving in with his partners isn’t a rand move, i don’t know what is.

look how soft 🥺

if one person walks in on 2 of their partners woohooing, or is walked in on by their partner, they don’t care at all. but since mat and avi are the only ones without a romantic relationship, they both get embarrassed if one walks in on the other with rand or elayne (tho rand and elayne do not get embarrassed). there are boundaries in this house that need to be respected, thank you!

i did not realize until looking at them from this angle and in these outfits what Fantastic asses sim rand and elayne have 😳 yes i’m the one who created the sims, but i didn’t pay attention to ass size while i was doing it jkfjg i just picked default body types and did some minor tweaks. i’ve now gone to inspect mat’s and avi’s asses and they’re both flat as pancakes rip

i gave mat the goofball trait which means that he WILL NOT STOP pranking toilets (unless i catch him in time to stop him). half the time he’s the first one to use a toilet he pranked and then gets mad when the toilet breaks. karma.

the Lan Thirdwheeling On Randlayne saga continues:

perrin and faile’s wedding was a hot mess. it started like 4 hours late because i was waiting for rand, mat, and elayne, who never showed up. (at this time i was controlling the other WOT household rather than the polycule household, so i couldn’t make those 3 come to the wedding.) and mat was the best man and elayne the maid of honor 💀 elayne is barely over the line between friends and acquaintances with faile but is still faile’s highest relationship after perrin, which is tragically canon lmao. and rand was supposed to be the flower girl again! how could he dip on his flower girl duties!

during this waiting time, gawyn went to cry under the bedcovers because he was depressed from Fear Of Unfulfilled Dreams and aviendha took a mudbath, facemask and all. clearly she’s been spending too much time with elayne. but what else are you supposed to do to destress from showing up at the wedding of your partners’ friends whom you barely know and then being abandoned there because your partners ditched?

half the guests didn’t watch the ceremony but came running to get cake afterwards. then nynaeve just threw out the whole cake after only a few people had taken slices.

finally, here’s egwene deciding to boogey down right in the middle of perrin and faile’s first dance. (not pictured: perrin dropping faile mid-dip, which gave her an angry moodlet jkfgjh)

date night!

breaking news: mat and aviendha have developed a small romance bar! fascinating. i was playing this household the whole time and controlling their every move yet have no idea when or how that happened. maybe they were in flirty group conversations with rand and/or elayne often enough that it ended up giving them romance points with each other as well. for now i’m thinking i won’t encourage it but i won’t make them friendzone each other either, and instead i’ll just see if anything happens. in the last post i was saying how sim mat keeps trying to seduce people without me telling him to or catching him in time to stop him and he’s gone and done it again! lucille bluth shouting whore out the car window.gif

lan called elayne to say that he was feeling down in the dumps and i picked the “try to cheer him up” option and got this dialogue 🥺 the friendship we didn’t know we needed!

i have a glitch lately where sometimes it doesn’t notify you when a sim’s needs get too low, so rand died of starvation because i didn’t even know he was hungry at all 😭 thankfully, i quit without saving and then immediately fed him when i restarted the game, so he is okay now! can’t believe rand was suffering in silence to such an extreme that he literally died before i noticed anything was wrong. painfully canon!

a few sim days later, the same thing happened to mat! on christmas! while he was holding a plate of food and about to start eating it! gawyn sobbed his eyes out over mat’s dead body while everyone else, including mat’s partners, gathered around to look at the corpse but just kept calmly eating christmas dinner and didn’t care at all. i quit without saving again so mat is alive again, but i’ll never forget that gawyn was the only one who cried over his death djfgj gold star for gawyn

the polycule is engaged!!! i love Love!!! so many proposals! you can see the sun progressively setting because it took so long to do all the proposals lmao. my favorite is elayne proposing to rand while mat dicks around on his phone and avi does situps. tune in in a couple weeks for the polycule wedding! and let’s have a prayer circle for it to run more smoothly than perrin and faile’s, but given the number of ceremonies i’m going to try to cram into one wedding event, i’m foreseeing an even bigger hot mess!

#wot sims shenanigans

[marvus-xoloto]

I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I just had my sister cut my long hair despite my gut telling me not to and I hate it and I feel so ugly , my hair is my comfort and was wondering if I could get a comfort fic with Mallek reassuring reader they’re not because I’m having a hard time convincing myself, I’ve been crying for like 2 hours now

i am always taking requests! It just takes me a while to write them sometimes lol ;-;

so sorry to hear about your hair <3 I hope this helps even a little bit! also sorry it took so long to post lol. i used this prompt as a warm up and forgot to post it

___

It was bound to happen sooner or later on Alternia: absolute disaster.

You like to think you'd made you peace with the idea. Brutality? Well, all trolls are bastards, you're used to it. Violence? It's just foreplay on Alternia, and these funky little ant people want you so bad it makes them look stupid. They better start calling you cordyceps 'cause you got these bitches going to lengths once they've got you on the brain. And drone strikes? All you have to say to that is: you've befriended worse. Murder clowns; weeaboos and gamers; a verified nice guy, even. Drones got nothing on a heated gamer moment.

So what gets you in the end... it's the overconfidence, surely. Your sudden courage; you think it happens with an "oops" or an "uh-oh."

The important part is: it happens at all.

Because here's the thing they don't tell you about Alternia: even you- with your pal-ietal lobe, your cerebell-chum, your god damn penchant for being just the friendliest little guy- are alone with me, myself, and I at the end of the night. All you've got is that dude in the mirror who only talks back when you're at your most sleep deprived.

And that dude in the mirror has one fucked up 'do.

Fuck.

___

The solution is obvious: you've fucked youself over with Occam's razor, may as well use it. Who else do you know has fucked up hair?

Well, all of your troll friends. Tagora especially comes to mind. But who else has intentionally fucked hair?

Mallek lets you into his hive without a word about your impending flop era.

It might be thanks to the hood drawn up over your head; thank god for Mallek's hoodie.

"What's up?" he asks. You're still learning to read him; his smirk never quite reaches his eyes, but then again, neither do any of his other expressions. "If you're planning on robbing the hood, I'd appreciate if you didn't display my sign." He flops down on his sofa, grabbing another slice of pizza and handing you the blue plastic plate as if your hands aren't shoved anxiously in your hoodie pocket. "Or at least rob something really cool and subversive. You know, flushed affirmation day is coming up-" it isn't, "-and I've always wanted a Namaaq original."

His desperate attempt to act like everything is cool means so much; you almost believe it, with his smudged eyeliner and his dichotomous face.

"Already stole everything I wanted," you say, sitting gingerly on the edge of the couch, pressing your fingers to his chest. It's a small comfort; his heart beats so slow where yours is beating in a near frantic state.

"Just the one? You know I've got about five more?"

"Hearts?"

He smirks again, but this time his eyes join the party with a little tilt-o-whirl and the light that comes with it. "Hoodies." He takes a bit of his pizza, chewing through a smile.

He gestures at you with his half-eaten slice. "So what's the deal tonight? Breaking and entering? Defamation of property?"

"Defamation of person, maybe," you say. And with a thrill of anxiety, you pull the hood down.

"Damn," he says. He chews down the crust. "You look fucked up."

Well, he didn't have to say it. Damn gamers and their blunt demeanors. Tears sting at your eyes; maybe this was a mistake.

Mallek looks suddenly very distressed, running his hand through his own hair and eyes wide. "Fuck, I didn't mean it like that." He's panicking now, which at least is endearing enough that you can momentarily shove aside your upset. He looks around wildly, before handing you another slice of pizza. Another blue plastic plate. His white flag, his peace offering.

"Help," you say, in a tiny, mousey voice. Because it's the only thing you can say without falling to pieces.

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It takes some manoevering, three more slices of pizza, and a few paragraphs of skipped exposition before you're sat in Mallek's gamer chair, with Mallek's hands in your hair, and Mallek's razor buzzing away behind you.

It's terrifying; hasn't your look suffered enough?

"You're going to get my hair stuck in all the noo- crevices," you catch yourself just in time.

"Yeah, well I've got a fan."

"Human hair is finer than troll hair."

"Heh. Got a leafblower, too."

"Do you really?"

"Yeah." You turn around in his chair to really look at him, give him a hard left face to the face. "Really," he repeats emphatically. "How do you think I got around before I saved up enough allowance for a hoverboard?" He jerks his horns to one of several piles of junk that litter his hive. You wouldn't have seen it if he hadn't pointed it out; a leafblower connected to both a skateboard AND a flamethrower. That is indeed Alternia's stupidest- and, possibly, deadliest- private transportation.

You're shocked. "Does it work?"

He scoffs. "Does it work? Do you feel any hair in those crevices?" He kicks at the seat; several meals worth of crumbs rain down.

You do, regretfully, find yourself suddenly aware of tiny bits of your cut hair in your own crevices. You wonder if he'll let you take a shower, or if he's going to try to prove a point with that leafblower.

"Your deflecting," he says, grabbing you by the top of your head and straightening you out. He clicks on the razor and you must visabley tense, because his hand on your head goes suddenly tender. "What's the big deal? I've been cutting my own hair for sweeps."

"What if I look stupid?"

"Do I look stupid to you?" He fluffs up his hair with his off hand, looking like the world's sexiest cockatiel.

There's silence between you. Mallek's face is so transparently pleading with you: please laugh, please feel better.

"It's just..." you trail off, fiddling with the hem of your stolen hoodie. "I've always been a person with hair that was a certain length, and-"

Mallek interrupts you with a swipe of his razor against your scalp.

"Hey!" your hand jumps to the clean shaven spot; it's fuzzy like a kiwi.

"You'll learn," he says, pitching his voice low, "to be the person with this length hair." He pulls the last lock out of your face before shaving it, kissing you on your now exposed scalp. "Or this length hair," he tickles you on the jaw with the lock of hair he just shaved off. "You're gonna look so punk, babe."

And so it goes. He doesn't shave your whole head; just a small part of the side.

"Did I ever show you my first shave?" he asks, wiping down his blade once he's finished.

He doesn't wait for your answer, shoving his palmhusk in front of you. The picture is of preteen Mallek, complete with lime-green soda tab necklace and striped arm bands and shaggy, wavy hair with a shaved patch right at the side, all right angles.

"Wow," you can't help but laugh, "I always knew you were a square." You trace the perfect, ridiculous edges of his hairline on his palmhusk screen, and he hits the lock button.

You're forced into eye contact with your own reflection.

It's not bad- the haircut is very troll, with wild bits sticking up at odd angles- but, well...

You turn in your chair.

"So, matching tattoos next?" He offers.

It's not you, not really...

But you smirk the same way he does: all mouth. Your mouth. On his.

You think you can find a way to be this person, right now. You'll grow into it, and if not? The hair will grow into you, eventually.

#hiveswap #mallek #mallek adalov #mallek x reader #i know exactly what you're going through #when i first Transed my Gender i started cutting my own hair for the first time #and i went from hair down to my mid back #to a pixie cut that i didn't even want #because i messed up so bad lol #sorry i implied tagora's hair is fucked up but ykw? i meant it #anyway i struggled with this a little bit but hopefully you can't tell!! #i'll probably rewrite this tomorrow but i needed it out of my drafts NOW lol #i'm trying to clean out all of my old fic requests and organize them.. they're in my drafts (horribly)

[calyssmarviss]

Spoilers for Obi-Wan Kenobi part I

Ok let’s go

Yeah, let’s put in a recap just in case the Prequel Trilogy doesn’t haunt you

“Anakin Skywalker, meet Obi-Wan Kenobi,”

featured in “the top ten sentences that break my heart”

So Hayden being hyped for this was just preparing me for how this is All About Anakin Again

God they were both so hot in RotS

Pun non intended for once

HAAAAA LETS GO

show Order 66 as many time as possible challenge

Yeah those kids are dead

Bye kids

SAND TITLE CARD you’re so sexy

Wait i have a great idea: every opening should be another Order 66 scene i want to see all over that Temple as it falls down

SPACE SHIP SHADOW my beloved

Idk why space ships, especially big ones, make me incredibly excited and a not insignificant part of why I’m a fan of this franchise comes from the fuck you big ships it has. Yes i did like the Last Jedi a lot. ‘cause it had the biggest ship.

Inquisitor Squad! I spent like 2 hours earning them all in GoH a couple weeks ago now I’m gonna see if their attacks are accurate lmao

Another reason why I’m a fan of star wars is that the villains know how to dress

Yeah my dudes, you get why the dark side is fun

“You know who we are.”

“Yeah bro, you’re all dressed like an evil elite force and not the ones wearing red.”

Hehehehe evil monologue let’s go

LOL

THIS FIXATION WITH KENOBI WELCOME TO THE CLUB THIRD SISTER

What is that.

I don’t wanna say Krayt because i don’t know much about them besides that they’re dragons on tatooine and at least some of them are black but Krayt? 👀 (please it’s important to me because of themes)

ARE THEY PROCESSING IT

That meat looks good tho

HE’S HERE

HELLO THERE

OH I MISSED YOU SO

you look good with a knife ngl

scratch that he just looks good in general oh my god i need to find a pirate version of this i want to take all the screenshots

The Obi-Wan Show Episode1: Obi-Wan starts an union

Meat Wars reborn but this time it’s Meat Workers War

No i not will elaborate, know your crack

He’s so beautiful i missed him so much i wanna die

@forcearama i know your pain

SAD MAN IN A CAVE TIME

SMELLY MAN IN A CAVE 😂

Jawas are the best actually. Love how they talk.

They sound like sped up anime characters

“I’ve heard the Jedi are all but extinct.

Courtesy of my best friend.”

Anakin is so bad for business.

Welcome to the stinky wizard club Obes.

He’s still dreaming about him 10 years later no one touches me.

*makes miserable noise at Anakin laughing in the speeder and then the i hate you*

LISTEN

I KNOW ALL THAT ALREADY

WHY IS IT HITTING ME SO HARD

Part of me is like “answer the phone Qui-Gon” the other is like “no that’s good i don’t want to see him anyway and also Obi-Wan needs to be alone and miserable because i love angst”.

Baby Luke!

Oh that’s hitting him hard

*claps gleefully* yes more pain

It’s like he’s paying for child maintenance after his divorce

Oooooh he called him master of course he knew him everyone knew him

“You were once a great Jedi”

Yeah 😭

Is that Alderaan?

Yes!

Tiny Leia!

“Try to not make anyone cry”

lmao that’s daddy Vader’s girl

And that is Anakin and Padmé’s girl <3

Do they have binary classes or did she just learn to interpret by having a droid around from a young age

I’ve got to read up on that it’s important for fanfic reasons

Leia and Lola

Don’t give promises you can’t keep babygirl

You know when we used to talk about a Kenobi movie all i wanted from it was seeing Obi-Wan be sad in the desert and today I’m being finally fed.

Owen vs Ben

“Like you trained his father? Anakin is dead, Ben. I won’t let you make the same mistake twice.”

Might as well stab him in the heart it would hurt less.

Cut off hand count: 1

Is Reva’s Force sense tingling?

Hate to break it to you Reva but Owen’s not dying for nine more years.

Today in Everyone Hates Tatooine

Today in Everyone Wants Obi-Wan

What did he do to her lol

“What I’m owed.”

Like what? Revenge? (Cause her name is Reva) Loads of credits? A promotion? Darth Vader’s attention?

“I didn’t do it for you.”

I knew you would say that you dumb fucking farmer (affectionate) guess what he was probably not saying thank you for himself either

“I didn’t come here to end slavery”,

said most people in Star Wars.

“Then i guess i don’t need manners when I’m talking to you” nice burn.

“You’re not even a real Organa” nah she’s a Skywalker, which is worse

She’s reading your mind cuz

“You have to rise above Leia”

wait til the third trilogy she’ll rise alright

She’s so dramatic i love her

I wonder if her cousin gets blown up with the planet

See, promises she can’t keep

“I know who she’s like”

me too

Bounty hunters?

Who you gonna call?

He’s our only hoe after all 😌

“I’m not who i used to be”

why, because you lost your sparring partner?

Great now i have to go and look up the travel time between Alderaan and Tatooine to know how long it takes for Bail to arrive

Yeah it’s something like 4 days give or take

“You couldn’t save Anakin���

here’s your daily reminder

“There is no one i trust more with my child than you”

hey that’s a sentence I’m sensitive about

Funny how it doesn’t hit the same at all tho 🙃

Ewan has really pretty eyes

A whole army no but I’ll do you one better

Is he

IS HE

digging for his lightsaber?

Did he find it by pinging the kyber?

Oh man i keep pausing on shots of Ewan looking hot that’s not good for my psyche

I’m going to have so much fun drawing him in something else than beige.

I mean come on he has LEATHER GLOVES i love drawing that shit

Ah shit no he was digging for his Jedi robes i hate this show

Bro do you actually wanna get arrested

They really do be hunting themselves

#well those were two intense hours #calyss watches star wars #the obi wan show #obi wan kenobi #star wars spoilers #obikin #(written with goggles on) #my god i still have a whole episode available to watch #sorry for pinging you for this forcearama but i want you to know your not alone in your suffering

[bbynexxtdoor]

Day 1 of healing 💘:

I feel like utter shit. I don’t want to eat , I’m at school. I simply want to vomit. However he wasn’t the person I fell in love with anymore. The person I fell in love with would’ve called me by now & realise they’ve fucked up. This person is cold, evil & selfish as fuck. Nine years, down the drain… all over his selfishness. Oh & because he loves to dwell in the past. It sucks loving someone more than they loved you. Such is life. This is though the first time I’ve had to heal without a rebound and it feels so shitty. So fucking shitty. I do miss him… but just the person he used to be. Today was in waves though. This morning I was crying & then I was fine from like 8:00 am to 11:00 am. Now it’s 1:20 & I want to scream . I refuse to log in my Snapchat , rather let my streaks die. I refuse to check Instagram .. my phone will stay in sleep mode with no disturbance. My friends say he’s coming back but I doubt it, not him. End of an era. I want to fucking vomit my guts out. I have no appetite all I drank was a Starbucks coffee. The irony is tho the tarot reader I go to who is usually right about everything actually got it wrong this time. Yesterday she said everything was fine & he loves me etc etc. The bitch was wrong because why am I balling my eyes out right before my 2 o clock class? Why did he break up with me 10 hours after she sent me that message? He said he still loves me blah blah blah bullshit. Men don’t know what love is. Love doesn’t hurt. Love isn’t selfish , yet that’s what he is. I simply want to go home & sleep. He’s probably going to message me a week from now to check in but I’ll turn off my phone. He broke me into pieces … again…now I’ll have to glue myself together.. again. I hope he gets his karma. You know how they say suicidal people are somehow extremely happy right before they kill themselves ? He was .. ironically so good before he ended the relationship. I was ranting to my bestfriend about how I feel but I can’t keep doing it to her so here I am on a fucking app trying to not let the tears come down… I’ve been writing this since 1:00 pm this evening. It’s 7:15 pm and I’m okay .. for now. All in all, I’ know I’ll be fine I really just have attachment issues. 😭.

#breakup #healing

[bixy]

I put in my two weeks at my job last friday, and I definitely needed to, I was so overwhelmed with stress constantly, working full time and being in school is absolutely miserable and the fact that my job was ran so weirdly, like everyone would come in late, leave early, but every time I asked my boss for a different schedule he’d be like “I can’t do that this is a full time position”, and I’d also explain everyone gets different treatment but like they half ass everything so it’s really frustrating to watch and he’d just like...defend them? Like bro what the hell lmao this stupid job literally makes it feel like punishment for having a work ethic, which I mean, is on me I guess lmao but usually what i like to do is be really good at my job so I can do whatever the fuck I want and usually managers recognize that I give a shit so they’ll let me do whatever, but part of the problem is that my manager is like barely was around and the only people that get any recognition are the ones that talk like they do all this work like vs actually doing shit but man it is so frustrating constantly asking your boss for less hours and him saying no but then you see your coworkers leave early every fucking day like 😐

and like my one coworker who got promoted awhile back is like the rudest person I’ve ever had to deal with but it’s hilarious bc she’ll say the rudest thing to you and then whine and cry that no one likes her, like please pick something to fully commit to, don’t be an asshole and expect people to love you lmao

But yeah last fall semester was brutal bc I took business calc, business law and worked 40 hours (I do like 10,000-20,000 steps daily), I barely even saw any friends and was just in a terrible mood constantly, and basically lived off of subway and starbucks bc I had to study and do homework for like 5 hours straight, and then I missed my transfer deadline so I’m stuck where I’m at longer (I wanna move the fuck out of California so bad) and then I had to drop a class this semester, and like...I’ve had my period for well over a month now, which, isn’t great, might be closer to 2 months and I just feel like I’m about to combust

Genuinely pretty bummed bc there is a lot of people I do have a lot of love for at my job but man, at the same time I’m so worn out and I know if I had to stay there any longer I’d end up turning into the joker, they also did pay me pretty good and I was able to help pay for some of my friends meds and bills when I could and get dumb funky cardigans that are way too thick to wear but man, I am definitely at my limit and just want to focus on school since I got some savings, thinking about having a small break and then taking accelerated classes and maybe getting an extreme part time job to cover gas and car payments and get all my stuff ready to transfer to a university and just go to school full time and end my misery

#i'm just rambling #deep in my own thoughts #dont rb pls #I just been trying to avoid debt for as long as I can remember and for what?? to not have my sanity?? #this is the very light version of why i was fed up with my job lmao i'm not trying to write 5000 paragraphs #long post #don’t mind me i just kinda wanted to scream into the void