#i only remembered today. but i did email her back! i said sorry for the late reply; thanks for reaching out & i asked how i should hand in

[ddejavvu]

and what about Rooster? we all know he's loud and the life of the party( nothing wrong with that) but what about when the squad finally meets his "misterious lady" and she's super sweet and calm , the only one who can ground her and they're total opposites but complete each other

please send me top gun requests!!!

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Rooster's four beers in, and not stopping soon. The bottle in his hand leaks condensation on the bar, but he doesn't notice as he's shouting to be heard by Coyote who's perched three stools away from him. Phoenix and Fanboy are between them, taking every opportunity they can to root for Bob who was standing at the pool table, and to laugh at Hangman, who was opposite him.

"-anyways I said- I said babe!" Rooster hollers, far too animated as Coyote strains to hear him, "You gotta come tonight! Everyone wants to- to meet you!"

"Man I still don't believe she's real," Coyote grins, taking a sip of his own beer, "You gotta be makin' her up."

"I'm not," Rooster insists, shaking his head, "'Swear to god she's as real as- babe!"

He spots you stepping tentatively into the bar, eyes wide as you scan the room. Everyone there is drinking, everyone there is loud, and everyone there is a stranger.

Except, of course, the man at the bar. Rooster barrels towards you with excitement far too elevated for your sensory levels right now, and you brace yourself for impact. Luckily, he supports you while he tackles you, catching you before you can fall when your feet aren't on the floor anymore.

"Baaaabe," He gushes, squeezing you tight to his chest, trapping your arms at your sides. He lifts you off of your feet and rocks you side to side, beer back at the bar but not forgotten as it courses through his systems, "You're here!"

"I told you I'd come," The hug is comforting, even if it suffocates you, and you breathe in the scent of his laundry detergent through his faded hawaiian shirt. You'd started using the same brand, and you feel closer to him than ever.

"How was work?" He keeps his mouth close to your ear as he leads you through the bar, an arm around your shoulders to weave you through the patrons, "Did you get that project done?"

"Mhm," You hum, your hand still gripping the fabric of his shirt, "One of my team members was out sick today, but she still emailed me stuff. It wasn't as terrible as I thought it would be."

"I'm proud of you," He croons, reaching his stool and easing you into it, "I think you deserve a drink for your efforts."

"Just one, and something light." You warn him, eyes wide, "I'm driving us both home tonight."

He seems to agree with you, though you're not sure if he'll remember by the time you're finished with your first one. There's a moment of silence between you, though the ambiance of the bar still rages around you, and then Bradley's perking up again.

"Oh! He steps out from where he's standing between you and three more occupied stools, "Guys! This is Y/N."

Coyote, who'd joined in on the spectacle of Hangman v Bob, doesn't hear him at first. Phoenix, who you recognize from Rooster's stories, greets you kindly, making a remark about dealing with Rooster 24/7 that's admittedly funny enough to make you giggle.

"Coyote," Rooster shouts, reaching over to smack him on the shoulder, "I said, this is Y/N! Babe," He turns to you, voice still at full volume, "This is-!"

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can finish, eyes nearly squeezing shut as he yells in your face. He doesn't mean to, of course, but the noise is overpowering, and you can't take it.

"Too loud," You remind him, voice soft in comparison. He hears it, watches your lips move while you're speaking, and realizes his mistake, albeit too late. You feel him press a soft kiss to the palm of your hand in apology, his mustache tickling your skin.

"Sorry," He mumbles, much quieter now. You drop your hand so that he can speak normally, but he catches it on the way down, bringing it back up to his lips. He dots kisses along each of your knuckles, standing between you and the open space of the bar so that you're shielded from some of the hustle and bustle, "Didn't mean to scream at you."

"It's okay," You laugh fondly, letting your hand rest in his own. You turn back to Coyote, clocking his wide-eyed expression, "It's nice to meet you!"

"You too," He gushes, eyes bright, "You got him to shut up!"

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[gojoidyll]

electric love ch. 1

Yandere ! Gojo Satoru x Female ! Reader

Summary | In a technological advanced world where ai and virtual reality overrun the populace, a certain synthetic being learns what love was all thanks to a human woman.

Warnings | implied coworker abuse (power dynamics), abuse of power, dear father is an asshole, mother wants to reconnect with her daughter, college debt, shitty living conditions, implied starvation and being under fed/malnourished, y/n is a pushover/people pleaser, and y/n is referred to with she/her pronouns, etc.

Electric Love Masterlist

Y/n tapped away at the holographic keyboard that materialized before her. Her eyes scan the luminous, transparent screen. Though, her thoughts on the current email she was typing up were quick to cease when a text popped up. Her eyebrows drawing together as a slight frown made its way onto her face.

From Ayakazhi:

You better have those parts done by the time I get to work today.

She tried to think of a witty reply to send back, but decided against it. She was far too fearful of the man to actually say anything rude back. Mainly because she didn't want to get hit again.

Shaking her head, she decided to be nice. As she always was.

From you:

It's already been done.

Pressing a quick send, she closed the screen and keyboard so both would minimize into a thin black band that decorated her wrist, and finally sitting up from her bed, she did a small stretch before kicking her feet out from the covers. Arms raised as another stretch made its way into her routine in her getting ready for the morning.

Though, as she made her way around her rather small and dingy (plus super cheap) apartment, her small moments of quiet were quickly interrupted by her wristband. A green phone icon popping up and shaking from left to right as a small jingle filtered the air.

Maximizing the screen by pushing her index and thumb outwards, the caller id was quick to display.

"Mom..?"

She tilted her head to the side and thought back to the last time she actually seen her. Which was ... last summer?

Yeah.. last summer.

Y/n could remember it clearly. She had just graduated college at the young age of 22. And right when she graduated she took her college debt along with her bachelor's degree and showed it off to her mom that summer.

Her father immediately reprimanded her and said something along the lines of "tch, little brat. Why are you coming to show us some flimsy little slip of paper when you could be looking for a job to pay off that debt of yours?" Along with other hurtful choices of words, but she would much rather not get into it...

A few months later and y/n found herself in this small apartment. Her only roommate being the large debt she had collected due to college loans and such.

Though, she did find a job thanks to her degree. Granted, she finds a little suffocating. It was a company in bioengineering. A company that prided itself in making, fixing, rebuilding ai models. Now, it wasn't as big as the Gojo or Zenin corporations, but it still racked in enough cash for yn to pay off her monthly rent and shave off a little of her debt. Granted, it still wasn't enough since she sometimes has to survive on small ramen cups or cheap baloney sandwiches days on end. But whatever, at least she can eat something.

Sighing lightly, she decided to hit decline. The red button sliding forward and then disappearing as the call ended.

And much to her surprise, a voice-mail popped up a few seconds later, but she ultimately decided to listen to it later and continue to get ready for the day.

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong...," she muttered to herself, but that usually doesn't happen.

"A new client has come in for repair and where is our head ai repair specialist? Not here!"

This was Ayakazhi. Her supervisor. Not her boss, but still someone who has a higher status at the workplace.

"I'm sorry, alright? My shift doesnt start until 9:30, why would i come in early if im not getting paid for the extra hours-?"

"Stop talking," Ayakazhi finally groaned out, already tired of her excuse (because he knew she was right and didn't want to admit it).

"For now, just get ready for the client. He is a very important ai with a lot of money."

You frowned, "then why would he come here to get repaired?"

No offense to her, but the place she worked at was cheap and rundown. Compared to larger corporations, the company she worked at was very ... poor, to say the least. It wasn't like the top ai industry like the Zenin's.

Ayakazhi pulled up a chair and looked to make sure the door was closed behind them.

"Listen. And listen closely. Our client is the next head of the Gojo Corporation, Satoru Gojo. Apparently his latest check-ups back at the company haven't gone well because some certain individuals are trying to get rid of him and take the company for themselves. So, to make sure he doesn't go offline, he decided to come to a secluded company with little work and recognition to make sure he gets properly repaired and looked over while his enemies don't know where he's getting checked at."

She frowned, "how do you know all of this anyway?"

"Because he came here the moment the shop opened up and explained the details very clearly to me and even had me sign a 'keep silent about this' contract."

"And you immediately accepted? What if his supposed enemies found out? I would literally get assassinated in my sleep!"

"Well, at least your replaceable."

She rolled her eyes. What an asshole.

"Alright, fine. Whatever. So when am I supposed to meet this Satoru Gojo anyway?"

Ayakazhi looked at the digital watch imprinted on his left wrist, the teal colors shining brightly as the minutes ticked by.

"He scheduled his first appointment for 10:30 AM, he asked us who our best specialist was and since that would be you he decided to wait until your shift starts.

She paled slightly, "I have to do this today?!"

Ayakazhi merely smirked at her panicked expression and shrugged, "guess so. So have some fun, k?"

She really wanted to strangle the guy, but thought better of it. She couldn't deal with this right now anyway. She had a very important client to deal with first after all.

I swear, if I get assassinated because of this job I'm going to haunt Ayakazhi for the rest of his life!

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[asshlyyyy]

Strawberry Pie

It is time to get rid of some drafts that I have had for months at this point. Even if they have a few sentences I want to get them out. I also hope that having these one-shots thrown in people will remember me... and maybe my posts will do better then... (22 notes). It really is unmotivating sometimes. Looking at your follower count and then your notes. Like so far... the year is not going good for this account.

Masterlist

Pairing: Austin Butler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Fluff, Mentions of Baby Talk, Perhaps Some Swearing. Spelling and Grammatical Errors. Let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 1.6k

You scrolled through the list of songs on your phone. Today you were in a cheerful mood. You were happy, and you felt no sense of sadness. Let’s not jinx it just yet, but you had big plans today. Austin was out with his agent talking about some upcoming deals. You wanted to surprise him with a small gift. 

Once you finally decided on the song you turned off your phone and went over to your recipe box. You only had a few recipes in there that were from you, but you had your grandmother’s as well. She always talked about how you were going to get that box when she died and well… That day came a couple of months ago. It still pained you, but you were finally in a good mood. 

Peering through all the recipes your eyes found the one you wanted, Strawberry pie. You remember eating this during the summers at your grandmother’s house. It was such a fond memory and such a wonderful pie. You pulled it out of the box and brought it over to the middle island. 

You brought out all of the ingredients needed and started to get to work. You had a few hours before Austin came in, so in theory… the pie should be cooled down when he arrives. That way you two can have a slice after dinner. Seems like today is a day you’ll be spending in the kitchen. You had no issue with that though. You loved being a housewife. 

As stereotypical as it was… it was nice. Not having to worry about working. You were able to stay home, keep the house clean, cook your husband a wonderful dinner… or order it… and tend to other matters. Hopefully one day you can add a little one to the equation. For now, that wasn’t on Austin’s list and you had to respect that. 

For dinner, you had planned a dish that would go along with your pie. You were thinking about making salmon with mashed potatoes, and then some type of veggie on the side. It just depended on what you had. That seemed like a good meal, and then you two could have some pie afterward… It sounded perfect. 

Once everything was in the oven and everything was getting cooked you decided to take a break. You untied your apron and took it off. You’ve been standing on your feet for some time now, you wanted to sit down, and that is exactly what you ended up doing. You grabbed your phone to check your notifications.

A few messages from Austin, some even from your sister. A missed call from your mother, a few emails- wait… a missed call from your mother? You went ahead and called her back. Your mother usually didn’t call. If she did, she would let you know. Plus, she didn’t leave a message either which… is even weirder. 

“Hello?” Your mother’s voice entered your ear.

“Hi momma, I was just returning your call. I didn’t know you called.” You said to her. 

“Oh, I didn’t mean to. I just accidentally hit the call button instead of something else. I tried to hang up quickly so… I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry honey.” Your mother explained. You let out an oh sound and nodded.

“It’s okay, I just thought it was weird is all. Figured I would give you a call and check-in. Make sure that everything is okay.”

“Well, now that I got you. What’s going on? Anything exciting happening today?” She asked you.

“Well, you remember that strawberry cake grandma would always make us in the summer?” You questioned her. 

“Of course I do,” she replied.

“Well, I decided to make that today for Austin. I was just feeling in a good mood and I figured to use that energy and create something with it.” You explained to her.   

“Oh, that sounds delicious. I wish you would bring us some over, but that is too long of a drive.” Your mother chuckled. You rolled your eyes playfully and shook her head.

“Well next time you guys come and visit, or we come to yours to visit I’ll be sure to make some. I know Grandma would want me to share it.” You told her. 

“Yeah, she would have.” Your mother said softly, “I miss her.”

“I miss her too… it’s been rough… I honestly hoped I would’ve had kids before she passed. She was such a wonderful lady but… You have one fall and it’s all downhill from there…” You replied back with a soft tone. Here was the sadness, that sadness you all so had to jinx yourself with earlier. 

“I know… but, she’s still around. In our hearts… in our minds… in spirit. She will always be around. We just can’t see her,” Your mother recited some type of religicall sentence. Like the father, son, and the Holy Spirit. 

“I know… well… I better get back to it then. I have to check on the Salmon and see how the pie is cooling. Bye, momma, I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.” She replied and hung up. You placed your phone down and let out a sigh. 

You pushed yourself up and walked over to the big sliding glass doors. You pushed them open and stood in the middle. You felt the cool wind brush past your skin in a soothing manner. The clear blue skies let you know that… she was here. The clear blue skies those summers you would spend with her. 

You smiled softly and went back to check your mood, leaving the doors open to let in fresh air… and maybe even your grandma. You knew spirits could do anywhere they wanted, but your grandmother was a respectful woman. She would only enter when allowed, and when it was okay. 

You pulled out the food and started to get the plates ready. You heard a ding from your phone and went to quickly check it. A text from Austin that read, Just down the street. I’ll be home soon :P 

You giggled lightly at the expression he added and shook your head. For once, you had managed your time, and everything will fall into place right when you need it to. You brought the food over to the table and went to quickly wipe your hands. You rushed over to the door and opened it just as Austin was.

“Oh, hi,” Austin chuckled lightly. You smiled and pushed yourself up on your tippy toes and kissed his cheek.

“Hi, I missed you.” You greeted him and moved out of the way. 

“I missed you too, sweetheart… but what is going on?” He looked at you confused.

“What do you mean?”

“You hardly greet me at the door.” He pointed out to you. 

“Well- you aren’t wrong, but I made dinner… and I made a special dessert. One I’ve been wanting to make you for quite some time.” You explained to him.

“Let me freshen up and I’ll meet you in the kitchen then okay?” With a nod of your head, Austin made his way upstairs to freshen up. 

You made your way back over to the kitchen and decided to get the drinks. You poured two glasses of water and brought them over to the table. You sat down and patiently waited for Austin. You looked out into your guys’ backyard and smiled. Your grandmother’s backyard was a field of memories. Easter time in the annual Y/l/n egg hunt. You always won of course. No one could ever beat your skills. 

You remember around Christmas time when you would go out with your grandparents and build snowmen with them. The snowball fights you all shared. The summer barbecue with the strawberry pie. God, you’re going to miss having those every year. 

“Oh wow,” Austin said as he entered the kitchen. You looked over at him and smiled.

“Remember how I tell you the stories about my grandma’s strawberry pie?” You asked him gently. He nodded and found his way across from you.

“Every time you tell it, it leaves my mouth watering.” He chuckled lightly. 

“Well… I made it,” you smiled.

“Is there a special occasion? I didn’t forget anything right? Cause I swear our anniversary isn’t until another two months. Your birthday isn’t until another five months… As far as I know, today is nothing.” He started to freak out a bit. You laughed gently at him. 

“I guess I just wanted to celebrate being in a good mood. It’s been rough these few months you know… and I finally wake up and I’m in a good mood. Wanted to treat my boyfriend.” You admitted to him.

“Dammit, I knew I should’ve stopped for flowers.” He swore at himself. 

‘’Austin stop,” you shook your head, “you get me flowers all the time. I wanted to treat you for once.”

“I love you,” Austin said as he reached over for your hand. You blushed gently as he gave your hand a squeeze.

“I love you too.” 

“Well, shall we dig in so we can get to that pie?” Austin suggested with a smile. You nodded early and started to eat your dinner. 

You two talked about each other's day. Though, Austin’s was much more entertaining than your baking story. Though, Austin would never say that. He always had nice things to say no matter what. When the time came to eat pie, you two went out onto the deck to enjoy it. Where you shared stories about your grandma to him.

“Maybe one day we can do that.” Austin hummed from beside you. You turned to look at him confused. What did he mean by that? “Make new memories with our kids.”

“Our kids…?”

“Yeah, I think… I think we can start trying. That is if you want to of course. Share your grandma’s pie to generations.” He smiled as he wrapped his arm around you. 

“I would like that,” you whispered and kissed him softly. 

I think you all could have noticed that I don't post as much as I used to. It's mostly because I am loosing motivation. I know I talk about the lack of notes a lot... but it really is a big factor. I used to get hundreds and now I'm barely breaking a hundred.

I know it sounds like I'm being ungrateful but I'm just lost and confused in what happened.

Thank you to everyone who voted for a time! I really appreciate it. Also, this is my first time using the queue function so… let’s see if I did it right.

Mutual Taglist: @babyhoneypresley @emmymaehereeeeee @venus-haze @austinstyles

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[starksvinyls]

Title: Career Day Rating: Gen Pairing: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Tags/Warnings:  Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Adopted Peter Parker, Dead May Parker (sorry not sorry it's for the irondad fluff), Irondad and Spiderson, Fluff, Family Fluff, Identity Reveal Summary: Midtown is hosting a Career Day, and Tony comes to speak as Peter's dad, revealing Peter's identity as his son to Peter's class. Notes:  fills square B5 'identity reveal' on my @pparkerbingo card!

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Peter didn’t think anything of it, when he left the papers from school on the kitchen island. It was part of his new routine with Tony and Pepper, they liked to keep up with the goings on at Midtown, and if Peter didn’t immediately leave the papers for them when he got home, he’d forget them in his backpack. He wasn’t sure why the school didn’t just email all the parents and guardians with the latest news and reminders about parent teacher conferences, sciences fairs and band performances, it wasn’t like this was the really old days of dial up and checking your email once a week.

Midtown School of Science and Technology was hosting a career day for the juniors, as collage application deadlines would be upon them sooner than they realized, and had asked for parental volunteers in several different vocations to come and speak. That flier had been in the stack, however Peter didn’t think Tony or Pepper would have the time, but well…

There, in a line of other parents and guardians, sat Tony Stark in all his bespoke suited glory. He had one leg crossed over the other and his hands in his lap, fingers laced. The HUD glasses were perched on his nose, and he was smiling out at the group of awestruck teenagers staring up at him on the auditorium stage. There was a cacophony of excited whispers, too muddled for Peter to catch anything specific. 

Next to him, Ned was hitting his arm. “Dude, your da-“

“Ned!” Peter hissed. “You know he’s not-“

“He technically is,” MJ rolled her eyes from the other side of Peter. “Those adoption papers aren’t just for show, loser.” 

Peter could feel himself flush and he snapped his mouth closed, slouching down in his seat. It wasn’t that Peter didn’t think of Tony as his dad, but he had only recently gone from calling him ‘Mister Stark’ to ‘Tony’. It wasn’t even until May’s funeral that the man had hugged Peter fully. They weren’t there yet. 

They hadn’t made any announcements (nor had Peter really said anything at school, it wasn’t like he went around talking about his family before. Plus, who would he tell?), though they weren’t hiding Peter away. Most everyone at the tower knew, the school knew, of course, as did the Avengers and Peter’s friends. Pepper had also planned a lovely little debut, of sorts, for Peter as their son and heir to Stark Industries at the next Maria Stark Foundation fundraising dinner. Huh, she had said “their son”…Peter smiled to himself. Maybe they were there. 

Peter remembered the flier, then, it had asked for volunteers to come speak at “their child’s” school for a career day. That was definitely something parents did. 

Principal Morita stepped up to the podium and cleared his throat. “Hello, students,” He waited for the room to hush before continuing. “We have some very accomplished and knowledgeable parents here today to talk to you about different college and career paths in STEM. I expect you to give each of them your full, undivided attention, as what they can tell you will be very valuable for your own futures.” 

It was obvious the principal was implying that they needed to pay attention to all the parents and not ignore them because of Tony Stark, and Peter was kind of embarrassed. His classmates were definitely the type to fan-geek out instead of paying attention. 

“Without further ado, let’s have our first speaker,” Principal Morita clapped, prompting some applause from the students, as he stepped back to his chair. 

The first parent, a woman with dark skin and round glasses, adjusted the height of the mic. “Hello, I’m Rochelle Brown, Abe’s mother,” She was cut off by an excited whoop from a few rows in front of Peter, and laughed. “Hey, son…I’m a doctor specializing in cardiovascular health.” 

Peter listened to her talk about med school and the skills and knowledge from non-STEM areas that were important as well. It was overall pretty informative. The next few parents followed the same formula; introduce themselves, as well as whose parent they were, and then talk about their work and college experience. 

They went down the line, and the 5th chair held Tony. When it was his turn, he stood and made his way to the podium. “Well, you know who I am,” He flashed them a smile. 

Peter noticed it wasn’t his media smile, it was genuine. A warmth spread through his belly at the realization that Tony was there as his dad, not as Tony Stark. 

After a small smattering of chuckles from the audience, it went silent, clearly all waiting with baited breath to hear who his kid was. 

“And I’m Peter Parker’s dad.” 

The warmth in Peter’s belly exploded into a million butterflies and he could feel his cheeks pulled up into a wide smile. That was the first time he had said that. Sure, he called Peter “his kid” all the time, but he said…

Peter couldn’t stop smiling, even as everyone was suddenly turned, looking at him. The whispers were loud, and teachers around the room were trying to hush everyone and get them focused again. Flash could be heard loudly protesting as he was escorted out the doors into the hallway after a rather rude outburst. Peter snorted. 

“Yes, yes, new gossip, I know it’s exciting.” Tony drawled, amused. “But I’m here to talk to you about engineering and MIT, the greatest in higher education for a budding young scientist, and I promise I’m only a little biased,” He winked. 

Peter watched at Tony captivated a room full of teenagers and adults alike, with tales about building DUM-E at fifteen, and the non-proprietary aspects of engineering the arc reactor. He grinned and laughed at an anecdote about the one armed bot, and then reached into his pocket for his phone. He typed out a text and hit send, knowing Friday would display it on the screen in Tony’s glasses. A second later, his dad looked directly at him and smiled.   

thanks for coming to speak, dad

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[auroracalisto]

runs in the family

dad!otto octavius x gn!offspring!reader, 1.5k words tw: gn!reader, reader grows up thinking they don't have a dad, cussing, au!! doc has his arms and has his accident, but everyone lived and spiderman saved him because i said so. unnamed mother character. reader is said to be around 18. a/n: i am not a scientist. i literally took a cooking biology class in college so i have no idea what a lot of the scientific terminology is, unless i try to remember from my high school sciences. please bear with me. LMAO. this was requested by @loreoflemons—sorry it took me so long to get it done, but i hope it lives up to your expectations! also, thanks to @yn-ymn-yln for being my first reader <33

A father.

You had an actual father, and as much as your mother inadvertently tried to keep that hidden, it had come to light. Or rather, you found evidence, and then you made an effort to actually prove it.

The birth certificate you clutched in hand was enough to make your mother panic as she searched for the right thing to say, but you understood her well enough. As much as you wanted to be angry, you knew that she kept it secret to keep you safe, especially in recent years.

"I want to meet him," you said, staring her down as she stood there, gaping at you.

She hesitantly nodded, and you couldn't help your smile. She understood.

The day had finally come in which her worst fears would be recognized—but you were taking this far better than she had imagined, and she was grateful for it.

You had always known you had a father, but never did you think it would be someone like him.

Your mother almost hated that it was him.

He was an intimidating man, with his degrees and lumbering stature. The mechanical arms protruding from his back did little to douse the overwhelming feeling that your father was indeed none other than Doc Ock.

His accident had set him back years on his revolutionary work, but he bounced back from it with the help of his wife and those who had worked with him. Had Spider-Man not been there in his time of need, it's possible that he could have turned for the worse.

But despite his injuries, he didn't stop. He had a world to help, and the addition of these arms only proved to be beneficial.

That was nearly two weeks ago.

You stood in front of the laboratory door, paper with directions scribbled on them clutched in hand.

This was it. You were going to meet him.

What would he even say? It's not like you even knew if he would be in today. Your mother didn't have his number—it was a one-night stand, as she so kindly put it. They never exchanged emails, or addresses, or anything else you might have thought to mention. You only knew where he worked because of the mass number of newspapers that acknowledged his wondrous achievements.

You took in a deep breath and knocked rapidly on the door, eyes squeezing shut as you waited for an answer.

A short, "It's open!" was shouted, and you immediately walked in. Your eyes darted from each lab station. They each laid empty, save for the very last one where he sat, peering into a microscope.

The man pulled back, eyes settling on you. Confusion became him as he tilted his head, sitting his pen down as he did so.

"May I help you?"

His voice was far kinder than you had envisioned.

"Yeah," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. The thought of that being too brash ran through your mind. Quickly, you uncrossed your arms, awkwardly standing in the middle of the laboratory like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. "I, uh, you're Doc Ock, right?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Doctor Octavius, but yes. I do suppose my reputation precedes me, hm?"

"Yeah, it does," you said, clearing your throat. You hesitantly pulled on a smile, realizing that this was far more intimidating than you had wanted it to be.

Your mother had warned you that this wouldn't be easy. Maybe you should have just brought her along and let the doctor put two and two together?

That would have been so fucking awkward. You would have rather died on the spot.

"Is there something wrong?" he asked, genuinely concerned. The young teenager standing in the middle of his laboratory had managed to bypass all the other lab techs and doctors who roamed the hallways. Why were you even here? Were you friends with Peter? You couldn't have been older than twenty if even that.

"No, I just..." You paused. You just needed to tell him. He would understand. It wasn't rocket science—you were his kid. You had the proof in your bag if you needed it. "Doctor Octavius, you're my dad."

His lips parted as he went to speak, but no sound came out. His eyebrows furrowed and he stood up from his seat, mechanical arms frozen behind him.

"What?"

"Yeah... you know, eighteen years ago, you had a fling with my mom. She disappeared afterward, and then she had me less than a year later."

"And you believe I'm your father?"

"She put you on my birth certificate," you said, rummaging around in your bag for it. You told him your mother's name, and as you pulled out the piece of official documentation, realization struck him where he stood.

"You're her kid?" he began, a smile beginning to form. "You're my kid?"

You held out the birth certificate to him, but made no move to walk closer to him. He came over to look, his smile only growing.

"You really—you really are!"

He had always dreamed about having a child with his dear Rosie, even if she were unable to bear her own—she would be in for an earful when he went home that night. He hoped she'd take the news well (though he knew that she would; she was the love of his life, after all).

"You—we must talk," he began. "I'm sure I have so much to catch up on."

Your features softened and you began to smile yourself. This had gone far smoother than you believed it would.

"A hell of a lot, Doc."

You found yourself in the laboratory once more, staying out of the way of the lab techs who ran around, trying to finish up for the day. In the past month or so, you'd been in there at least twice a week, catching up with your father. You had years to talk about, after all.

Otto had planned on leaving far sooner that evening, and yet, he sat at his desk, clear glass vials sitting in front of him. Most had been filled, each with a combination of chemicals that just wasn't working for what he needed.

You leaned back in your chair, foot kicking the edge of the table you were near. A bag of jelly beans sat beside of a can of your favorite drink. Had you known you would have been here for this long, you would've just picked something up for you and Otto. At least then he wouldn't have had to worry about anything.

Takeout was starting to sound really good at this point.

"I'm sorry, dear," Otto said, looking up from the glassware with a frown. "I'm almost done, I promise."

He picked up his pencil once more, crossing through a formula on his notepad. Scribbling ensued as he worked through yet another, frustration marking each symbol written in soft graphite. While this should have been far simpler, he seemed to only be making it more difficult.

Your shoes scuffed against the tile flooring, forcing your chair into a little spin. You closed your eyes, head tilting back to face the fluorescents that smiled down at you.

"Have you tried cadmium sulfide?"

Otto's scribbling stopped. He slowly looked up at you, a sluggish blink following suit.

You stopped your spinning abruptly, leaning forward and grabbing a handful of your jellybeans. You looked up at him when you realized that he was staring. You held out your hand with a smile.

"Want one?"

"No," he began, quickly finding his voice. "That's... a good idea, Y/n," he said, confusion evident in his features. He said nothing more, immediately grabbing the substance and using it in his chemical solution. It seemed to do the trick as Otto's face melted into that of one that showed victory—he could wrap this up sooner than later, now.

You popped the handful of jelly beans into your mouth, continuing the spinning once more.

"Since when...?" Otto started, looking up from his desk once more.

"You never asked," you said. You stopped your spinning once more and grabbed your drink, grinning.

"I just... assumed that you wouldn't have an interest in science," he confessed, scratching the back of his head as he spoke.

"I've liked it since I was a kid. Mom put me in camps and shit," you said, fingertips tapping against the aluminum of your can. "You know you can go to forensic camps when you turn twelve?"

"You like forensics?"

"Nah," you said. "Well, toxicology. But I took what I could get. And the forensic camps were free for Brooklyn kids."

He smiled a bit and returned to write something else down on his notepad before he spoke.

"Glad to know it runs in the family."

You couldn't help but smile at the phrase—it did, indeed, run in the family.

You leaned back against your seat, nursing your can with a grin. Your father was one of a kind.

So were you—the world just didn't know it, yet.

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[holylulusworld]

Praise you like I should - Kinktober 30

Summary: Sam was there. Just in time.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

Kink: Praise kink & dirty talk

Warnings: angst, mentions of explosions/characters death, dirty talk, Sam has a praise kink, implied smut, fluff

A/N: This ended up having more plot than expected. Maybe I’ll write more about their backstory one day…

A/N2: idea by anon

Words: 1,3 k

Kinktober 2022

Two years earlier, … 

“OH MY GOD! Thank you so much,” you sniff as Sam Wilson, Captain America himself carries you out of the burning building. “I thought no one can hear me. The fire, the heat, and the smoke were everywhere.”

“I’ve got you, miss,” Sam says in a calming and almost soft voice. “I heard you. You’re safe now.” You hide your face in his shoulder, nodding. “Can you tell me what happened?”

“I-I was working at my office. It was almost time for a lunch break, so I left my desk for like five minutes to ask my colleague if they want to order food too,” you cough, and take a deep breath before you continue. “She already ordered food, of course, she did. Shit, I shouldn’t talk bad about people in such a situation.”

“It’s alright, miss. People tend to talk a lot, or not talk at all after a traumatic experience. You can talk as much as you want to.”

“You’re very kind, and strong…and attractive. Fuck, I babbled again,” you bite your tongue, silently telling yourself to finally shut up. “Sorry. You wanted to know what happened. I went back to my office to order food. The delivery service said it will take half an hour to deliver my order. I worked a little, and answered a few emails.”

“Go on,” Sam encourages you. He still carries you, while walking toward his partner. The guy you only know from what you heard on the news. Bucky Barnes, the former winter soldier. Now the partner of the new captain. “I need to know everything you remember.”

“Okay. I wanted to write another report when I heard a loud noise. It sounded like an explosion. You know, like in the movies when a car explodes or something. Does this make sense?”

“It does,” Sam’s partner nods. “Looks like the most damage got done to the higher levels. I guess they wanted to kill the boss.”

“Wait! This was not an accident,” you gasp. “I-why would anyone want to kill my boss? This doesn’t make sense at all. He’s a nice guy, and never harmed anyone.”

“Sam, we were right,” Bucky continues, “with everything. Let’s get out of here. The rest is up to the FBI and firefighters. There is nothing else we can do, Sam. If we tell them about our suspicions, more people will die.”

“People will die,” you whimper. “Oh no. How many people died? I didn’t even ask. I was so selfish and only happy that you saved me. I’m sorry.”

“Miss, I saved you as you needed my help. There is nothing to be sorry for,” Bucky huffs as Sam jerks his head toward their car. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I think it’s for the best when you come with us for now.”

“Uh-if you say so.”

You can’t say no to your savior. If Captain America believes you should follow him, it must be important. “Sam, do you think it’s smart to take her with us?”

“James, you know why I must take her with us,” you don’t see the look Sam gives his partner. “I need to be sure we get a few more information.”

“Thank you,” you take the tea Sam offers to you. “And thank you for saving me again, captain.”

“Just Sam,” he softly says. “We need to talk some more about what happened. I know you experienced something dramatic today. I guess you have questions too.”

“You can call me Y/N,” whispering your name you look at the tea in your hands. “Your friend didn’t answer my question earlier. How many people died today, Sam.”

“Y/N, maybe we should talk about what happened after you heard the explosion. Can you tell me anything else? Did you see someone?”

“Sam, you are avoiding answering my question. I’m not some superhero, but I know you are trying to hide things from me. I went through hell today. There was an explosion, and then something sounded like gunfire. I could feel the heat of the fire get closer and believed I’m going to die. So please, do not lie to me.”

“You already heard that there was an explosion at the top level of the building. What you don’t know is that the building was under attack. No one but you and the janitor made it out alive. They went from room to room and shot everyone they found.”

“You see, we are asking ourselves how you survived long enough to call for help,” Bucky crosses his arms over his chest. “Are you with Hydra, Y/N?”

“Hydra?” you splutter. “Like Hydra, Hydra. Do you mean the organization infiltrating shield and such? I thought they are long gone.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” huffing you look at Sam as his partner seems to interrogate you.

“Is that why you brought me here? First, you save me, and then you bring me here to interrogate me.”

“Y/N, we only want to understand what happened today.”

“I don’t know,” you jump up, dropping the cup of tea. “I went to work like every day,” you sniffle. “After I heard the explosion and loud noises I grabbed my phone and raced toward the copy room. I locked the room, hid behind the copier, and tried to call the cops. After a while, the noises stopped, and then, the heat and smoke got worse. I screamed and…”

“I found you,” crouching down you pick the cup up. “Y/N, I believe you, but you have to admit, it’s…odd that only you survived.”

“You said the janitor made it out too.”

“He’s in the intensive care unit and they don’t think he’ll make it, Y/N. Sam doesn’t want to scare you, but you should know, you are wanted now. Everyone at your company was meant to die today. We brought you here to keep you safe.”

“I-I’m a goddamn bookkeeper,” you huff. “Why would anyone want to kill me, Sam? This doesn’t make sense. You are not making sense.”

“Hey, hey,” Sam brings you into his arms to shush you. “I promise we will find out what this is all about. For tonight, you should stay here. With me.”

Now, …

“Hey there handsome,” you chuckle as your boyfriend makes his way inside your shared bedroom. “How was the mission, babe?”

“Top secret, but we all came back unharmed and alive,” Sam flashes you a smile. He dries his upper body with a towel as you sit on your bed, cross-legged.

“I can see that sexy captain,” he laughs as you watch him run the towel over his arms. “You know that you are the most handsome man I ever invited to my bedroom right?”

“I hope so,” Sam hides it well, but a shudder runs through his body at your praise. “You are the most beautiful woman I ever invited to my bedroom, miss.”

“I mean it, Sam,” you roll onto your belly to get a better look at your boyfriend’s cock when he drops the towel covering his hips and crotch to the ground. “Look at my man. Hot, smart, and a perfect lover.”

Sam licks his lips. He can already feel his cock twitch as you keep on showering him with praises. “You know, if you keep on talking like that, I might have to rip that nightgown off of your sexy body.”

“What else will you do, captain,” you seductively look at your boyfriend. “I bet you want to do dirty things to me.”

“I will rip your nightgown down your body. Then I’ll have my way with you in any position. Your tight little cunt will be sore by morning,” he flashes you a smile. “I will fuck you deep and good. Maybe I’ll even cum all over your body to mark you.”

“I bet you will fuck me so good. You always do. You’re such a good boyfriend, always putting me first. In any way. How about you come over here and I’ll salute for you, captain…”

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#sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson fanfiction #sam wilson x you #sam wilson as Captain america #kinktober 2022 #kinktober day 30

[angst-king]

Beware of Mr. Midoriya pt 2

(Here's part 2 guys, its pretty short but I hope you like it) Oh, that phone call with Kaachan was going to be interesting to say the least!

When Izuku got home, he waited till his kid ran off to their play room before texting Katsuki.

Izuku: Hey Kaachan, I’m home. You wont believe what happened!

Incoming video call from Kaachan

Izuku accepted the call and got comfortable on his bed.

“Hey nerd what the hell happened, how’s (Y/n)?” “(Y/n)’s okay now, I’m still mad” “Oh boy, what happened? Also the extra’s wanted to know what the hell happened for you to take off like that.” Izuku huffed when he saw the other pro heroes in the camera shot.

“So apparently a kid has been bullying (Y/n) for a while and every time (Y/n) would inform the teacher like I taught them to, the teacher wouldn’t do anything! And when i say bullying i don’t just mean some petty things. I mean taking their note book, hide it, ripe pages out, or other things. The teacher just said ‘handle it yourself!’” The more he explained the louder Midoriya was getting, waving his hands around with an annoyed look on his face.

“So what happened today?” Asked Ochako, thats when Midoriya’s mildly annoyed face turned to a look of rage.

“The kid went after my child again, my kid tried to get their book back only to be shoved, grabbed by the hair, and for their face to be smashed!” There was a collective gasp of shock and horror from the group, Katsuki told Deku to continue.

“So what happened next?”

“I got called to the office, and when i went in there the principal would not let me see (y/n). Refused to tell me what happened to them, if they were okay, and started victim-blaming them. Saying ‘they need to take accountability!’ Accountability my ass! I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to that BS, so i walked out only to find my precious lil angel curled up on the floor of the nurse's office bruised and bleeding and crying!”

Many ‘oh my god’s, ‘no fucking way!’ ‘Holy shit!’ and ‘oh hell no!’ were exclaimed from Katsuki’s side of the call. Katsuki’s face turned just as serious almost bordering upset. Katsuki was surprisingly very protective of kids even if they weren’t his. Not to mention he remembered how he treated Izuku, even though the green-haired pro hero forgave him, he still promised to better himself.

Hearing that someone was harassing Izuku’s kid set something off in him, though it was less rage and more hurt. He loved the lil one as if they were his own kid so it stung to hear this. Especially about the journal. He remembered destroying Deku’s journal.

“Oi nerd, I’ll buy the lil munchkin a new one.” Izuku paused for a moment to reply.

“I think (Y/n) would like that.” “good now go on, the hell did you do when you got there?”

“Well, I cleaned and bandaged (Y/n) up and then went off on that woman. I told her that accusing my child of something they didn’t do and victim-blaming them for self-defense is fucked up! That what happened was peer-on-peer abuse and neglect done by her faculty and abuse of power on her on end! And I told her to fix her goddamn policy or I’d bring her ass to fucking court!” Midoriya didn’t mean to be so loud with it but he found himself yelling again. Taking a deep breath he finished.

“She has until the end of the day to send an email to me that (Y/n) will not be punished, and what punishment the bully & teacher will receive. Then when my child goes back to school they should be expecting an apology from them all.”

Once again sighing he was met with looks of pure shock and mild fear. As if he’d switched to Deku he smiles at them and brushes his hair back.

“Sorry for yelling, you know I can’t stand when people do that stuff to children. I wasn’t too harsh was i?” How in the hell was he suddenly feeling apologetic!?

“Nerd! The hell are you apologizing for? You did what you had to do to protect the lil munchkin, that bitch is lucky you didn’t arrest her once you found (Y/N) on the floor.” “I forgot i could have her arrested to be honest” And he’s back to being a sweet ‘cinnamon roll’ Deku.

“Damn dude I would’ve been scared to be a bystander to that meeting” Commented Kaminari “Oh yeah I’d be too, sometimes i forget how scary you can be, especially when you’re angry!” “Mhm, that’s when Midoriya comes out! He’s all scary and serious.” “Oh come on guys I’m not that bad” Izuku pouted, Katsuki laughed a little at his statement.

“Nerd I’m pretty sure no one’s gonna mess with your child again after that!” “Good, they better not” Izuku said in his dark and serious voice.

#mha parent scenarios #protective deku #pro hero deku

[austinsgirl]

Rather Die | Chapter 13

rating: pg-13

warnings: talk of pregnancy

word count: 2121

cross posted on wattpad

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Victoria's heart pounds in her chest walking up to Austin's front door.

She decided she would just show up at his place to break the news to him, as if she told him "Hey, we need to talk.", Austin would immediately know.

Vic presses the button on Austin's 'ring' doorbell. It takes him a moment to come to the door.

"Hold on, I'm coming!" Austin's voice rang through the speaker of the doorbell. He answers it with just a pair of grey sweatpants. 

Victoria's eyes widened at the site, but snaps out of it really quick before remembering what she was there for.

"Hey Vic, what are you doing here?" Austin asks.

"Hey, sorry. Is this a bad time? Did I wake you?"

"Oh no. I was up, just still in bed."

"Oh, okay. Um, can I come in?"

"Uh, sure. What's going on?"

Austin let's her inside, and she has a seat in his living room. He follows and takes a seat as well.

"So um, I'm here today, to tell you that you are...the father. Of my baby. Here's the test results for proof so you know that I'm not bullshitting you or anything." she says, handing him the test results she printed from her email.

Austin reads over the results with his hand over his mouth in disbelief. 

"I honestly had this really strong feeling that it was going to be me. And just so you know, I wouldn't have thought you were bullshitting me." he smiles shyly.

"Really? Not even with all of our bickering and hating each other?"

"No. This is serious. I know you wouldn't fuck with me about something like this."

"Well, good."

"Um, so how is this going to work? Like raising her & such?"

"Her? How do you know it's going to be a girl?"

"I just do. I have a feeling."

"Well, for now, we'll say 'they' or 'the baby'. Personally, I think it's going to be a boy, but I'm not going to just say it is one until I know."

"Well, I can't wait for the day when we find out it's a girl and I'm right."

"Oh of course, because you're a man, and you always have to be right." Victoria says starting to get snarky.

"Do you always have to try and pick a fight?"

"Isn't that, like, our thing? I mean, you'd do it too. And you provoke me most of the time."

"You provoke me to get snarky with you. But we should try and make it to where it's not our thing for the baby's sake."

"You're right. We really do need to try and be civil. Although, that's going to be hard. Kinda like fighting with you."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It can be, uh, fun sometimes."

"Maybe we can just take it down a notch to start. But, um, anyways. How are we doing this?"

"I guess we'll have to figure out custody & stuff like that before they're born."

"I would like half, if that's okay with you."

"I'm okay with that."

"Like I said before Vic, I want to be a part of the baby's life and I will step up & be its father. I will help you in any way that I possibly can. I got us into this, so it's only right that I help."

"Thanks, Aus. I really appreciate it."

"Aus? I don't think you've ever called me that."

"It just, um, came out. Sorry, if you don't like it, I won't say it again."

"No, no. I like it." he smiles. "When's the next doctor's appointment? I'll make sure I'm free that day and I'll swing by your place & pick you up, and we can go together."

"It's next month on the twelfth at noon. Ashton already said he won't be able to make it to that one. He has studio time booked and paid for at that time of the month that he can't lose."

"Okay. I'll put that in my phone, so I won't forget."

"Sounds good. Um, maybe that day to, we can go grab lunch after and really start figuring shit out, as I know absolutely nothing."

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Okay. I should uh, get going. I'm supposed to be meeting up with Ashton for brunch."

"Alright. I'll walk you out."

Austin walks Victoria out & they say their goodbyes.

As soon as Austin is back inside, he drops to his knees with his face in his hands. Tears start to stream from his from his eyes.

So many thoughts run through his head. 

"How am I going to be a father?"

"Am I ready for this?"

"What's going to happen with my career?"

"Do I ever tell Victoria that I love her?"

"Is she ever going to fully forgive me for fucking up everything?"

Austin stands up and pulls him together the best he can. He pulls out his phone, "Hey Baz? I really need some advice and I don't know who else to go to." 

He called his 'Elvis' director, best friend, and mentor, Baz Luhrmann.

"Of course, Aust. Want me to come over?"

"Yeah, that'd be great."

"Alright. I'll be right there."

When Baz arrived, he knocked on the door. Austin yells out "You can come in!" from inside.

As soon as Austin sees Baz, he pulls him into a hug and sobs into his shoulder. 

"It's okay, Austin. I'll help you through this, whatever it may be." Baz says, consoling him.

Austin pulls away taking a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

"I really fucked up, Baz." he says.

"How so? Let's go sit down & we talk about everything."

They go into the living room and have a seat.

"Now, how did you 'fuck up'?" Baz asks.

"You know how I just made that movie with Victoria Williams?"

"Yes, I'm aware. Go on."

"Well, we had met at auditions, went on a date, then we went out to the cast party before filming. We had a really good connection, we were dancing all night together until her friend got into my head & I listened with my dick and not my head, and kissed her. Vic saw us and hated us both after. I decided well if she hates me, and she's going to be a bitch to me, then I hate her too. I stupidly went out with her friend after Vic had told me about her friend's reputation with cheating, but I didn't care."

"The friend cheated on you, didn't she?"

"Yeah, she did. And I realized that I still have feelings for Vic. Fuck, I'm in love with this girl. But now she's taken, and he's a great guy, and I'm happy that she's happy. But the worst part is, is that we hooked up after one of our little petty arguments and-

"She's knocked up?"

"How did you know?"

"I just saw it coming."

"So, yeah. The girl I am in love with is pregnant with my baby & is dating someone else. If I didn't fuck everything up, if I didn't kiss Eliana that night, me & Victoria would be happily together, about to be raising this baby without having to co-parent. What the hell do I do, Baz?"

"I think right now, most importantly, be there for Victoria every single step of the way. Every second you can possibly be there for. And even if you have the urge to fight if she gets snippy with you, rub it off. Be nice. Be civil. Because that is who you really are, Austin. Now, if you two are meant to be together, it'll happen. The universe has a plan for everyone, you just have to trust it. I'm sure whatever happens, it'll all be okay. And you know, Uncle Baz will be here to help you with the baby whenever you need me."

"Thanks, Baz. It really means a lot."

"Of course, Aust. I'll always be here."

Next month

Victoria is picked up by Austin at her place for the doctor's visit.

"Hey mama." Austin says, as Vic gets into the car.

She giggles, "Hey daddy. Oh, that's weird. Ew."

Austin chuckles while trying to hide the fact that he liked being called "daddy".

"How have you been?" he asks her.

"Lots of morning sickness, which is fun. What about you?"

"I've been alright. You look great, by the way."

"Uh, thank you. I definitely don't feel great."

"You're welcome."

Austin's heart races being near her. All he wants is to grab her hand right now as they drive, but he knows he shouldn't.

The car ride was pretty silent & awkward for a while, until Victoria broke the silence.

"Have you thought of baby names at all?"

"Uh, no. Should I be?"

"I mean, if you want a part in naming our child, than I would say you should be."

"I would like to have a part in naming our child, yes. I'll start thinking about names. Do you have any in mind?"

"Um, for a boy, I like Stephen or Andrew. Maybe Jesse. I want his middle name to be David if that's okay with you. It was my Dad's name."

"Oh, yeah. David would be great. That's my Dad's name as well."

"Perfect. We agree on something."

"You say that as we haven't agreed on anything yet."

"Well, we usually have different thoughts on things, so."

"Yeah I guess, you're right."

"Do you like any of the first names I have picked?"

"Um, yeah. They're not bad. I kinda like Jesse. Could be a nod to Elvis' brother."

"I had a feeling you'd say that."

"Why? Because I love Elvis so much?"

"Yep."

"Well, I did live my life as him for three years. Him and all the Presley's will always be like family to me."

"That's actually really sweet, Aus."

"Yeah, Lisa Marie is like a second mom to me. We've really gotten to have that mother-son bond."

"That's good. I'm sure it's nice to have a mother figure in your life again." Victoria says that as she rubs her hand on his in comfort.

Feeling her touch, Austin feels shivers down his spine. He didn't know how much he missed it until now, even if it was only for a few seconds.

They finally made it to the doctor's office. It wasn't much of a wait before they were called back.

The nurse took Victoria's vitals to make sure everything was checking out before Dr. Martin came in to do the ultrasound.

"Hello, mom & dad. Step dad couldn't make it today?" Dr. Martin says walking in.

"Yeah, unfortunately he's stuck at work. Hopefully next time he can make it." Vic responds.

"Yes, let's hope. Next visit we should be able to find out the gender from the ultrasound, unless you want to know sooner. We can get the results through a blood test now that you're past ten weeks."

"Umm, let's wait. I'd love to have Ashton here for that, and I'm not planning on doing a gender reveal or anything."

"Okay, sounds like a plan. Let's see where baby is measuring today."

Dr. Martin preps Victoria for the ultrasound by putting the cool gel on her belly, and takes the little reader thing & swirls it around in the gel. "Looks like you've already got your little bump going." She says.

Victoria giggled, "Yeah, I cried when I first noticed it."

Austin looks down and is in awe seeing the little bump, knowing his baby girl or boy is in there.

"We should be able to hear the heartbeat. Let's see if we can get that to pick up. Baby does look pretty active. Measuring to about eleven weeks. As you can see, the baby is now looking more like a baby. Here's the head, and then right here you can see the arms starting to grow, as well as the legs." Dr. Martin says as she's feeling around. "Oh, I hear something. Let's turn it up...Yep, there's the heartbeat. Nice and healthy."

Victoria grabs Austin's hand in excitement, "That's our baby, Aus." she says as tears fill her eyes.

Austin starts to tear up as well from the mixed emotions of holding her hand & hearing the heartbeat.

"Can I get a recording of that? Or record it on my phone so I can show Ashton later?" Vic asks.

"Of course. This machine doesn't have a recording option but you can definitely record it on your phone." Dr. Martin says.

Victoria lets go of Austin's hand to grab her phone out her shorts pocket to take a video.

As soon as she lets go, Austin's heart drops. He wishes he never had to let go & that the moment could last forever. 

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#austin butler #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler imagine #austin butler one shot #austin butler smut #austin imagine #austin butler rather die #rather die #elvis #elvis presley #elvis 2022

[astroyongie]

TW: pet death, grief

I had to put my cat down today. Her name was Trixie and she was 19.5 years old. She had hyperthyroid and high blood pressure that I was giving her two meds twice a day for two years but then her kidneys starting shutting down…there is no treatment for feline kidney disease, especially for one Trixie’s age.

I’m gutted. I always knew this day was coming but she was fine and then literally last night she went downhill. It just seemed so sudden. I held her when they put her to sleep. She was my baby…. I had her almost my whole life.

I understand that there’s literally nothing more I could do…. The vet said if I waited, she’d be in pain, and it would be futile to give treatment Bc it was not going to get better.

Idk if tarot has the capacity to do readings on pets to see if she’s okay and forgives me for putting her down but at the very least could you post this? I want people to know she was real and she was a good cat, even if she would occasionally bite the shit out of my arm when she was cranky. Dad said she was a battle axe of a cat and he’s right. She always had a fighting spirit.

As much I want to say safe travels over the rainbow bridge… I hope she followed me home. I put her favorite ribbons on the bed where she used to sleep. I asked her to come back to me in dreams if she couldn’t be here with me on Earth.

Godspeed Trixie I loved you so god damn much.

Hello love,

I want to start by saying how much I am sorry for your loss and how much my eyes held tears reading all this. And I know no matter what I say, nothing can ease the pain that you must be feeling at the moment.

On the 1st February of 2020, I lost my cat, Minou from kidney failure as well. She died at the same age as Trixie and I think the most painful thing was to watch her dying and not being able to do anything to help her. Eventually, she passed at home, in my arms.

This is to say that, sometimes we blame ourselves so much for what happens to them because we feel responsible for their life but also because we lose a part of ourselves that we cannot ever get back. I don't know what's your age, but I was 3 years old when I got Minou, she was my first and only pet while she was around, and losing her was unbearable and I cannot even describe the pain. I mourn her still today, and only recently have I been able to watch videos of her without crying.

So love, I know it hurts, but I also know that Trixie loves you even after death and that her energy and spirit will keep living on to protect you and to comfort you when you need it the most. You did well. So did she. And I am sure she forgives you. And of course, I would do a reading for Trixie, you can contact me through email if you want so we can proceed.

For now, take your time to heal, to forgive yourself, and to mourn her. But remember that Trixie will always be a part of you and that all the love she gave to you is worth the pain of today.

Trixie you were loved, and you will be missed <3

[b1ueoff1ine]

day 6 long prompt 6? with otto?

Healing - Part 1

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Otto Octavius FanFiction

Prompt/Summary: long #6 -Life is hard, especially for a single mother, but you've made the best of it and took a new job as the secretary for a billionaire. A terrible tragedy rocks his world and you're there as a shoulder to cry on as he heals. During the healing process, however, he finds you are more important to him than he originally thought.

Warnings: Age gap.(Let me know if I missed any!)

Word count: 627

A/N: another otto fic for day 6 WOO WOO also flashbacks are in italics and D/N is daughter's name and y/n is his personal assistant instead of secretary

Full 14 Days Of Valentine's Collection

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Your husband left you not too long ago for another woman. While your over him now, every time you looked at your four year old daughter you couldn't help but remember him.

It brought tears to your eyes to even think about the way he left, so you didn't do it often.

Your previous job had fired you only that morning, and you started job hunting in frustration.

You had found a job as a personal assistant for Octavius Industries, and you applied. You read the email awaiting you and cried out in joy.

"D/N, I got the job! Are you as excited as I am?"

"Yeah, of course, mama!" Your daughter exclaimed. "Do we get to have a celebratory meal for it?" She asked.

"Of course, my little princess. Only for you." You smiled. But looking at her brought flash backs. You looked back at your phone so she wouldn't see the blank expression you had on.

Your brain played flashbacks of the times when you were happiest- when you were with your ex.

You smiled as you watched Henry eat his icecream, being done with your own. "Is it good?" You asked him.

"Delicious." He smiled back.

You turned of your phone and put your phone on the counter. You needed to forget him. But it was hard being a single parent, knowing he should have been there for his daughter when you weren't.

You made dinner, tucked D/N in bed, then hopped in your own bed and went to sleep.

The next morning, you got ready for work. It was your first day, and didn't want to mess up. But of course, something had to go wrong. As you entered at the front entrance to the Octavius Industries building, someone bumped into you and spilled their coffee all over your blouse.

"Shoot! I am so sorry. Let me go grab you a shirt." They said.

"No, no, it's fine. I brought an extra pair of clothes." Thank goodness you did. The coffee scent was still going to bother you all day, though.

"If you're sure."

"Oh, it's fine. I always come prepared." You smiled at them.

The returned your smile and continued out the door, steering clear of the coffee splatter on the floor.

You checked in with the secretary, then headed up the stairs towards Dr. Octavius's office.

You had to pass through the labs in order to get there, and saw you all sorts of projects. But you didnt pay attention to them, and kept walking.

When you reached Dr. Octavius's office, you knocked and waited.

Moments later, the door opened and Dr. Octavius stepped out.

"Morning, miss. You must be Ms. L/N, my new assistant."

"Yes, sir. I am." You offered your hand.

Dr. Octavius took your hand and shook it. Only then did you notice the actuators on his back.

But you payed no attention to them and asked, "What should I do first?"

"Eager to get to work, are you?" Dr. Octavius laughed.

You nodded.

"Well, just get to know everyone today. It's your first day, we dont want you to over work yourself on things you dont know yet." Dr. Octavius dismissed you.

The rest of the day was a breeze. You met and shook hands with every person you could, asking what they were working on and you told them your thoughts on it. You were honest with everyone, a trait that was rare to see these days.

But you were glad when you got off the bus near your apartment complex. You entered your apartment and went to the kitchen.

You heated leftovers and ate, then tucked D/N in again and went to sleep, hoping to actually do something the next day.

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Imma make another part, anyone up for being tagged?

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[loverrrgirl]

KISMET - austin butler x reader - PART 1

Description: you end up sitting next to each other on the plane when you have to fly home for a family emergency. Lucky youuuuu.

Austin Butler x reader

Warnings: it’s all fine for now but will eventually contain smut. Right now there’s mentions of a car accident. Minors run away.

NOTE: be in for the long haul guys/gals/non binary pals. This will probably go on for the rest of my life. Also, I’ve never written a fic before so please feel free to leave me feed back or ideas for the future plot of the story. Whateverrrrrrr. Love u byeeee.

Next part

***ring ring ring***

I grabbed my phone off my nightstand to see who could possibly be calling me in the middle of the night.

Mom??? Why the hell is she calling me at this hour?

"Hey mom. What's up?" I said sleepily. She was crying. Sobbing even. "Mom, slow down. I can't understand what you're saying."

"Dad and Jude were in a car accident. They're both in ICU. We don't know much yet. How soon can you get here?" She said between deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm herself down. I knew they were heading on their annual father/son camping trip in Yosemite for the week before school started back up.

I lay there. Shocked. I don't even remember what I said to her after that. I don't remember getting off the phone. I just laid there. Frozen. Eventually I walked over to my desk, bringing my blanket with me because there's no cold like being woken up at 3am and having to get out of bed. Just me, my fuzzy socks, underwear, and a huge t shirt I stole out of some frat guy's drawer after he spilled his beer all over me one night. I opened my laptop and had to turn the brightness nearly all the way down. I was wide awake but my eyes were still used to the dark room.

Okay Stella. Just find the quickest flight to LAX. You can do this. The next flight out is in 4 hours. And it's first class but it will have to do. Better start packing. I'll  email my boss from the plane I guess. I can work from anywhere. Hopefully she'll give me a little bit of time off anyways. I doubt it.

I took a shower that was probably slightly too long for the amount of time I had. But I couldn't get myself to move quickly. My thoughts were racing a million miles a minute but my body moved in slow motion. I tried to hold my tears in because I was scared I wouldn't stop crying if I started.

Why didn't I call them yesterday to tell them to have fun and drive safely? What if I never see them again? The last conversation I had with dad was a fight. And now it feels so stupid. I wish I could tell him I'm sorry. Jude only has one year of high school left. He has to be okay. Senior year is so much fun. What if he doesn't get to experience it?

I got out of the shower, blowdried my hair and put some waterproof mascara on. Just in case. I put on my black cross waist leggings, the comfiest beige crop tank top, and a pastel pink and white checkered cardigan. I never travel anywhere without my crocs. Are they acceptable in first class? I wasn't sure. I'd never flown first class but I didn't care today. Crocs it was.

I quickly took the elevator downstairs from the 12th floor. I had moved to New York about 6 months ago for work. My apartment was downtown. Just a studio but the view was incredible. And I even had a balcony. Even though I loved where I lived, leaving home felt so stupid right now. Why did I ever leave?

I tracked down the first cab I could and prayed they could get me to the airport in time. I threw in my headphones and tried to forget that anything was wrong. Maybe the flight would be easier that way.

#austin butler #austin butler smut #austin butler fanfiction #fanfic #angst with a happy ending #austin butler x reader #smut #austin butler fluff

[whatyadrawin]

Crystal Lake Shadows 18+ Only!  Ch 6

Masterlist

Approximately 1,860 words

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x AMAB character

Warnings: Violence, strong language, strong sexual themes

A/n: I'm sorry to everyone who has been waiting on this fic to complete. It isn't done yet but I WILL be finishing it. I appreciate your patience and interest :)

Chapter 6

                The morning came with the same bright and warm energy as the last, the singing of small birds and the gentle rustling of leaves from a lazy wind can be heard outside. Sergio woke up feeling energized and in a good mood, the fact that he won’t be alone out at the cabin today made him feel comforted… even if it’s Rob.

Sergio grabbed a panini that Marina made him and went to go put it in his tool box, when he opened it up, he realized he forgot to tell Marina about the teddy bear he took from the lodge. He picked it up and gave it another once over, every inch of it was matted and dusty but the face was still very cute and the stuffing was still safely enclosed and soft. The bear gave him a welcome feeling of safety and comfort as it likely did for whomever owned it to begin with. He noticed some stitching on the bottom of both feet, he lifted it up closer to his face and read ‘I love you’ on one foot, he looked at the other and gasped as it read ‘Jason’.

The bear fell to the floor as Sergio froze in place realizing who its owner was. His mother must have given this to him. A strange feeling washed over him as he stared at the bear on the ground laying there like it needed to be held, he felt as if he had to bring it with him. When the bear was in his hands again, he felt that same comforting safe feeling and decided to keep it in his toolbox for the next time he felt panicked at the lodge I feel like such a loser using a plush as a grown man but… it really does help even if it was …his.

The drive down to the property felt a bit strange today, there were deep clouds forming in the sky very quickly, this darkened the forest quite a bit, this made Sergio feel uneasy but he figured he could just leave if things got too scary, after all, no one said he isn’t allowed to leave when he wants. Once he reached the head of the dirt road, he noticed another vehicle stopped just before it, as he passed the car, he noticed Rob watching him, he turned his car on to follow Sergio down.

Sergio finally reached the lodge and parked closer to the door this time, as close as he could get. Rob pulled up beside him and got out

“I’m not here for you, ok?”

Sergio sighed and rolled his eyes “I know, just make sure you don’t get in the way of my work, ok?”

Rob sneered and looked around, Sergio noticed he seemed a little off-put by the dark overcast of the clouds and said “You can come inside if you want, in case it rains”

The glance Rob gave to Sergio was a mixture of gratitude and resentment, he called back “I’m not a pussy buddy, I don’t need shelter from a little water”

Sergio groaned “For the love of god Rob, just say thank you there’s no need to be a smartass”

Rob stood there and looked taken aback, it seemed no one felt the need to call him out so this response was shocking for him. Sergio got his tool box and went inside to start planning which room needed the most design changes. Mrs. P was an elusive client, Sergio never could get a hold of her and the instructions were very vague on what she needed done. He pulled up his email on his phone and noticed Mrs. P sent him a new message today, it read as follows:

‘Sergio, I want to keep the bones of the lodge the same. Don’t change the layout, don’t change the size. I want fresh new paint with the same colors, and upgrades to the utilities and repairs. The lodge needs to remain as close in theme as possible. The rightful owner needs their home back just as they would remember it.’

He looked very confused, the rightful owner? Is that not Mrs. P? the desire to upgrade and yet keep things the same seemed a bit strange but not unusual for a lot of his clients who in this day and age, badly wanted to keep the warm embrace of nostalgia in their homes. Sergio decided to make revisions to his original designs and needed to get his measuring tape.

He passed through the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks, the knife he brought yesterday was stabbed into the wood of the counter sharp point down. He looked at it confused and nervous, he didn’t remember ever taking it out of his bag. Sergio went to grab the knife; it was really hard to pull out of the counter top as if it was thrust in by a very powerful person. The knife finally loosened and fell to the floor with a metal clang sound, he picked it up and inspected it. The blade had a rough texture on the edge as if it was sharpened with a rock, Sergio didn’t sharpen his blades so this didn’t seem familiar to him. He gave a gentle touch on the blade and his finger bled; the edge definitely had just been sharpened by someone masterful with a whet stone. 

Sergio walked back into the main room where he kept his tool box, feeling extremely confused and worried did someone come in here and take my knife just to… sharpen it? He decided to believe it was just his own imagination running wild from stress and lack of sleep, I must have sharpened it before I came and left it on the counter and forgot to pick it back up. He placed the knife back into the tool box where it once was, the teddy, still in his toolbox beckoned him to be carried around the lodge.

The day dragged on until around 4pm, Sergio didn’t see a whole lot of Rob as he made revisions to the property designs and it made him worry. He checked outside and called out for Rob to see if he could hear a response, but no one called back. Sergio wanted to leave before sunset and Rob being out and not responding was really strange. He placed all his belongings in the truck and did a once over on the lodge to see if Rob maybe fell asleep somewhere, but the building was empty. Sergio locked the door behind him and decided he needed to look around in case Rob was in trouble or lost, his phone GPS didn’t work at the lake for some reason so he just used a compass that he had on his keychain.

As he searched the woods there was no sign that anyone went through the trees, the nature was practically untouched by anyone. Sergio was still holding onto the bear as he explored and called out for Rob, the bear was like a powerful charm that prevented stress or fear to affect him. An hour of exploring was just enough time to leave room for the sun to start setting, Sergio decided to give up and head back to the truck which wasn’t so far away. He took a few steps back through some thick brush and heard a very quiet whimper and fast breathing, he stopped to look around but didn’t see anything. Sergio stood there listening to this bizarre sound trying to decipher where it was coming from, it sounded human.

He saw an old rope dangling next to a large tree, he followed the rope with his eyes all the way up this tree until he saw something large in the leaves waving around, it was Rob! Sergio was stricken with shock, he dropped the bear and immediately got to work finding a way to release the rope from the knot at the base, Rob’s weight was causing it to remain as tight as possible. Sergio called up to Rob

“Rob! I am going to get you down, ok? Don’t struggle, try to breathe slowly”

Rob flailed more violently and put his index finger to his lips to indicate that Sergio should be silent, this was strange and Sergio was confused by it until Rob whispered hoarsely

“Sergio, shut the fuck up, I seen him, he might still be around, be as quiet as possible”

This scared Sergio and prompted him to work even faster to get Rob down from the trees, whoever had set the trap was an expert with ropes and knots. After a few minutes of pulling and untying, Sergio was able to lower Rob to the ground gently. Rob took a second to untie his feet from the rope and held his head, blood had been pooling in his head and chest for a while and he felt nauseous and in pain. Sergio helped him up and whispered

“Rob, we need to head to the vehicles, can you walk?”

Rob nodded in approval, Sergio picked up the teddy bear he dropped and they quickly made their way back to the lodge where their vehicles were parked. The entire trip back to the lodge was extremely stressful, Sergio swore he could hear something in the trees rustling behind them but he kept looking straight ahead. Once they got to the lodge, Rob immediately took his keys out of his zipped jacket pocket and spent no time getting into the car and driving off. Not a single word was said to Sergio, not even a thank you, Sergio watched as he drove off like a madman, spinning the tires and kicking up dirt. Sergio got into his truck and turned on the engine, he drove away from the lodge at a normal pace and refused to look in his mirror this time in case he would see a repeat of the shadow.

Now, back at the apartment, Sergio got out of his truck and decided to leave the tool box in the truck for the next day. He was clutching onto the teddy as he made his way up to his apartment, it was sapping all of the stress, fear, and anxiety right out of him and replacing it with comfort. Sergio spent the rest of the evening in his home, he ate the mashed potatoes and gravy from the night before and decided to wash the teddy bear to restore it to a decent state. He waited patiently as the washer and dryer did their thing, once the dryer finished its cycle, he took the bear out and brushed the exterior with a bristle brush to enhance the fabrics softness. He finished brushing and took a look at the bear, the color was still faded and the body still a bit misshapen but it had a charming smile on its face and a big soft tummy and round ears to rub.

Sergio went to sleep with the bear nestled in his arms close to his chest; tonight, he got the best sleep of his life.

#Jason Voorhees #Jason x male character #Friday the 13th #slasher community #Slasher headcannon #Camp crystal lake #gay fanfiction #what ya writin #fanfiction

[hushroomloser]

Chris Evans short story part 3

Pairing: ReaderxChrisEvans 

Request: Meeeee 

Prompt: “I’m sorry I thought you were somebody else”

Warning(s): I’m a first-time writer

Word count: 1253 words

A/N: Hey online strangers, I wrote the first part a while back and have the rest of the story in my drive but have never posted it. This story I wrote way back in 2019 :'(. I will be posting at random times if you stay and read it thank you so much. Enjoy xoxox - I have no idea how many parts this story and technically I haven’t an ending yet. 

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And on cue, his phone rang, It was her. He was surprised, they broke up months ago. Why would she be calling him now? 

He wasn’t ready so he let it go to voice mail. He couldn’t concentrate anymore his mind was going into what-if mode. Those what-if thoughts somehow wondered off to the girl from the coffee shop. He would be lying to himself if he said that she didn’t make his heart skip a beat. The way she looked at him, it made him melt a little. He’s amazing at puppy love. 

Just when his thoughts were not consumed by Catherine, she called again. “She must want something important for her to call me”. Gazing at the phone he debated with himself, should he or shouldn’t he. Why would she even be calling at this time and after all these months? She broke it off and never looked back.

The evening sun cast shadows in his lovely one bedroom apartment. The production company had given him to option of staying at the hotel near the filming location but he had eyed this place months before. It had a beautiful fire place, next to it was a small dining room and the kitchen facing the the fire place. His room right down the hallway next to the front door. This was 110% better than any hotel room. It felt cozy, warm and a backyard for dodger. 

His aching heart was slowly growing in pain, he saw this place for them. His brows drew together, and in a frown of confusion and a little annoyance, he took a big bite of his casserole. Again, for the hundred times today, his thoughts wondered to the girl from the coffee shop. She was beautiful, and her smile. A smile that would make anything and anyone melt. The way she looked at him was out of this world, he knew that it was just starstruckness and shyness playing on that gaze but he was enchanted, truly enchanted. And he now hated himself again. For someone with a broken heart, he was amazing at falling for strangers every two seconds. Maybe that is why it never worked with her. He shook his head and headed to the shower. 

….. 

The morning came quickly, too quickly she thought. She couldn’t sleep. She had the unhealthy idea to go into a rabbit hole of videos and anything she could consume that was under 10 min. She wondered if she was starstruck or starting to get an unattainable crush on someone who was obviously out of her league. 

His beautiful eyes and his voice didn’t help, and remembering her awkwardness about the situation won the battle last night. She tossed and turned all night replaying the events in her head, thinking of better ways it could have turned out. She really was weird like that, she did need to work on that. Not be affected by the tiny things that did not matter but yet there she was cursing to the skies and all the gods above.  

She was what we may call not a morning person, which was the understatement of the year. The snooze queen. The why god? Why so early? The,  I rather sleep than do anything. The, my bed is my only true love ( other than Zeus obviously). 

Basically, SHE did not enjoy mornings and took her a solid hour to five to be able to leave this ghostly self that was her morning personality. However she loved routines, and she followed hers religiously. Wake up, Water with Sun, Play with pet, Bathroom, do Yoga or run, email with a smoothie, shower, get ready for the day, breakfast at a coffee place while finishing emails, and buy coffee for friends. 

Every morning, she would follow this, she did not know exactly why she had to do all these steps but some say it is healthy for you. Unless healthy means lack of intimate time with your bed then yes very healthy indeed. 

Her apartment was a modest and cozy thing, a Loft-style condo, it was a gem out of all gems. She really struck gold. She was living with Lizzy and her fiancee before finding this place, on a random Tuesday morning on her run she saw it. She got it the same day, in her sweaty workout clothes she stormed into her friend's room screaming that she found the best place ever. Industrial style with a twist of rustic. She had spent all weekend buying things for her new home, forcing Oliver and Lizzy to help.

When you entered through the main door, the spacious foyer had been converted into a cozy library-living room for guests. In front of the living room was a tiny space for her, her painting, her drawing, her wackiness just her. She decorated it in a way that it would fit all and everything she ever loved to do or will want to do. Left of her kid's playroom as Oliver called it was a big enough kitchen table where no one ate on. As much as she loved to cook for her friends, they all ended up eating on the couch and watching some random show or movie. Your mini office next to the kitchen had been redecorated to fit a very girly aesthetic. But ended up being a very unflattering unicorn barf of mitch match colours. Only one thing she could do; hide that disgusting wallpaper that she chose with books, plenty of books. 

She headed out the door ready to face a new day when arriving at her favourite coffee shop she decided or rather on a whim to go back to that shop she met him. She didn’t know why but she enjoyed their french vanilla a bit better. 

Wow! she thought, lying is not my strongest point I should probably work on that, mentally eye-rolling herself. 

She knew exactly why she went back there, even if her rational brain had been working overtime. He won’t be there, she thought. Why would he? He looked like he was in a rush. Why am I even going there? Pacing back in forth on the sidewalk. People started to give her the side eye.

She knew she was going to be late since the shop was further away from the hospital than her usual one. 

“Hey Iz, I will be like a few minutes late is that okay?”, her nose wrinkled at the thought of being late. And finding a good excuse to tell Lizzy. “… yeah something like that. Don’t worry I will have your usual order, yes thank you”, hanging up the phone, surprised at the fact that she did not question her about why she would be late. 

I mean I hate mornings but I make it a point to be early, thinking to herself. Unlike Lizzy, she would say better late than never to which I would always reply, I am surprised you are a working doctor, how in the world have they not fired you yet is surprising. 

Having now won the mental war, she was resolved, she was going to go. And like magic, her shaky legs started to walk in the direction of the coffee place. For the first time in what felt like forever her heart had taken control of her body. 

She put on her headphones, which will take her an extra ten minutes, she decided to take this beautiful and alone time and enjoy her morning commute. 

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I thought I was on a roll welp not really I had to heavily edit this and all but please enjoy

Another meet cue is coming I am just trying to make it as natural as possible.

constructive criticism is very much appreciated, thank you.

xoxox

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#chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #short story #fanfic #writing

[ratherbefangirling]

⏳Out of Time⌛

Part 1 | 2 | 3

Character Focus: Jimin, Jungkook, Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Established relationships

Summary: he wanted to love you but should you let him?

Warning ⚠️: Past Trauma, Unhealthy relationship, mentions of hospitals, hospitalisation and abortion

It's not like you have other options and it's not a bad arrangement what you would be saving on rent you could by more stuff with.. desserts books clothes anything.

"Please treat me well." Jungkook says.

You nod your head embarrassed at the formal tone.

The dinner passed fairly well.

Even though Namjoon tried to interact with both of you you could see the struggle he had in toning down and balancing his y/n personality vs his Jungkook personality.

The both of you adjusted fairly well and other than his gaming at ungodly hours there wasn't much he did that irritated you.

You had taken a week of from work. To cope. Barely leaving your bed. Your room was messy but you were too blind to notice it.

You even forgot that your mom was coming to visit you and your boyfriend... um ex.

Your phone rang and you talked to your mom.

And everything was normal until she told you she was coming this weekend. Which was two days later and she was excited to meet your boyfriend.

As soon as she hung up. You set to clean the room and the house.

"What's with the commotion." Jungkook asked.

"My mom's coming in the weekend." You replied brain empty.

"Oh cool." He said and was going to leave when you let out an inhuman cry.

"Oh no.. I'm doomed."

"Are you on drugs?" Jungkook enquired.

You shook your head only mildly offended.

"Does your mom hate smoking?."

"What.." You say in disbelief.

"'Um I don't smoke."  You tell him

"'I know I couldn't smell it."  He comments.

"No its you."

"Me.? I'm an angel "

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes.

Boys. Men. The male gender.

"So I told my mom I live with my boyfriend which was true but we broke up."

"So tell her that where's the problem."

"You don't get it Jungkook. If I tell her that she'll ask who are you and if she gets to know we just met that too through my Internet friend. Now I'm living with a boy with tattoos.. no offence, I think they're hot but she is going to freak and demand I come back home. She barely let me make friends back home I love her but I can't go back." You sat full on panic ranting.

"Hey calm down. Why don't you tell her  that I'm your boyfriend."  He suggests simply.

"Oh my god Jeon Jungkook you're an angel."  You whoop with excitement.

Jungkook grins at you coolly.

"Y/n have you seen my tie."

"I swear Jungkook I told you a hundred times put it with your coats."

"Sorry y/n ssi .. now hurry I'm getting late."

You massaged your head.

It was going to be fine.

Suddenly you feel nauseas you run to the bathroom and vomit.

"Y/n... are you OK?" Your husband asks.

"It's fine I did feel weird yesterday after eating at that shitty diner."

"I've told you this a thousand times Eun Tak may be your best friend but she has some questionable dining choices I don't want a repeat of that eating expired food episode. I get she's a content creator but I was the one one who had to take care of you when you got hospitalised."

You wanted to argue with him but you remembered how he had been so vulnerable then.

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'I thought I lost you god dammit..'

' I... couldn't even tell you I love you *your full name* '

'Please be OK please come back to me'

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"Sorry kook."  You say apologetic

"I'll email your office. Stay at home today." His phone rang. "I need to go but if you're not OK call me don't wait for it to get worse."

You nod.

You go to bed but after a while of lying down you realise sleep has escaped you.

You open the TV to watch something to pass time.

And today we have on show the rising star the special guest soloist Jimin... his latest song Serendipity has topped charts.

"Jimin shi... Can you tell us more about the song?"

Some how you find yourself unable to change the channel.

Were you over him?

Were you bored ?

Did you refuse to allow him any control over you?

You didn't know.

"This song is part of the story my album tells Serendipity is a love that found me unexpectedly and blessed me selflessly." You scoff.

"So a story Jimin shi what story are you telling or more importantly whose?"

Jimin smiled his pretty smile.

"While 'Serendipity' speaks about the love that was unexpected and is a saving grace and also the title. The other songs when listened in the exact order tell you the story of a nostalgic love. I hope you enjoy listening to them as much ad I did making them. Please give a lot of love to me and to them"

"Sounds fascinating. Who was your inspiration behind this. Anyone in particular."

"My fans of course mochi's Saranghae. They always inspire me to do my best. I was lost and did not know what to do and then just like magic they came they saw in me what I couldn't see myself and brought me here."

"This was Jimin and that's all for today folks."

You scoff but then again what did you expect.

When Jungkook came he found you listening to music. Tears dripping in your eyes. Worried he wiped your tears .

Startled you almost dropped the laptop.

"Is it paining, love? Do you want to go to the hospital."

"I'm fine Jungkook." You assure him

"Please y/n why are you crying."

"I just heard a very sad song... I mean technically it wasn't sad... but I'm... I'm just moody."

"Ah that time of the month."

You wanted to hit him but he wasn't wrong a week before your periods were set to arrive you would be moody if you were crying it was OK but somehow if you were happy god forbid then the week of your periods would have Jungkook tiptoeing around you and appeasing you with your favourite food.

"Hug?" He asks.

You nod and let him pull you in his embrace. It's safe and it's home.

The house was cleaner than its ever been. Luckily your mum was only coming for two days. You and Jungkook had prepared your back story. You had requested he wear long shirts too hide his tattoo's. Your mom was aware that your boyfriend wore earrings. That happened when you'd told her about the couple earrings Jimin had gifted you for valentines. You were counting on Jungkook's cute face to calm and reassure your mother.

You had prepared her favourite dishes and even desert. Though the servings of dessert kept disappearing courtesy of Jungkook. Because I quote 'It's too good almost like coffee one cup is never enough.'

You noted the detail though. Keeping it for later use. In case Jungkook need bribing.

You remember your first date with Jungkook or the first official one anyway. Despite the fact you lived together and had confessed to liking each other you had yet to go on a date. Soon after confessing that he liked you he had to go visit his dad who wasn't feeling well.

The last moments of your shared time together you practically stuck to him. He cooed at your behaviour calling you a baby.

"This baby is now your chosen mess." You had whined.

He had laughed and pecking the top of your head before grabbing the last of his stuff and completing his packing.

"See you soon." He said as he left the car.

You had both decided not to let you drop him off at the train station in case you both started bawling.

"You kept your socks and your charger right? Do you have your ticket. Check it one more time."

"Yes Y/n, I do. Don't worry."

"'Call me ok?"

"Ofcourse. Don't be too sad I will come back before you know it. Go on and enjoy making a mess of the house without me nagging at you."

"Hey between the two of us you're the messy one." You complain he only laughs in response.

You do miss him as you eat alone or when you see the door of his bedroom that's closed. Still he regularly calls you up mostly late night since you have work in the morning and he spends time with his family in the evening. The calls aren't very long because you can't sleep late and get up early. Still it's the highlight if your day.

It's on these calls he proposes to go on a date. With tossing back and forth of ideas you both decide to go to an amusement park after admitting you hadn't been on a proper roller coaster before.

"What do you mean you haven't been on a roller coaster. That is literally a crime against humanity." Jungkook says from across the phone screen.

"No need to be over dramatic." You reply.

"It really is I can't imagine it happening."

"I saw Final Destination and was slightly creeper of and then one of my friends had vomited after riding one so I decided I would do it after I became an adult but since than I've barely had any opportunity to like finally do it. Its been a long time since I went to an amusement park."

"Worry No longer Jeon Jungkook to the rescue. I will remedy the situation."

"No doubt you will."

"Maybe we can try going on roller coaster till one of us vomits." Jungkook suggests cheekily.

"Jungkook no. Absolutely not. It's a date. It's supposed to be enjoyable."

"As long as you're with me there isn't much I can not enjoy."

"Ah.." You sit flustered by his sudden suaveness.

The day of the date comes you're dressed prettily. You even booked an appointment at the salon to get your hair done. Despite temptation leading you on the opposite direction, knowing Jungkook you wear comfortable shoes that go with your outfit.

However good or bad your stamina might be it is pretty nonexistent in front of Jungkook. Who in combination with excitement is like a bunny on steroids.

Still even though your feet ache by the end of the day, all you remember is laughing so loud that your stomach hurt and Jungkook offering you a piggyback ride.

You think life loves playing games with you.

Due to Jungkook's insistance you go get yourself checked. After spending the whole day in the hospital getting checked and waiting. The doctor tells you might be pregnant and gives you an appointmentwith the gynaecologist. You feel restless, unsure. All sort of thoughts clogging your brain. Were you ready to be a mom? How would Jungkook react? Were you ready for this in your relationship only a few days ago you were crying about Jimin? Was this fair to Jungkook's and your unborn child.

You are quite when you come home. Still not ready to face the world you hide under your blanket. That's how Jungkook finds you.

"I told Namjoon Hyung that you're not feeling well. He just hopes you get well in time for the wedding because he's not sure what he'll do without you. And I got our clothes ironed. And the jewellery you ordered is here too."

"Thank you." You say.

He falls beside you on the bed.

"Come closer." He says and you obey. It's quite and nice and you decide whatever happens you'll face it together like you've always done.

On the day of Namjoon's wedding you feel better. You almost cry when you see Namjoon. Its like a mother hen watching her chick grow. Jungkook is both concerned and possessive.

When Namjoon talks to his other friends. Jungkook pulls you aside. Arms around your waist.

"Hey love I would appreciate if you would stop crying over a man that's not me." He says slightly pouty.

"I'm sorry. I can't help it. It's just he's struggled a lot to reach here. When we first met. He was struggling with anxiety and depression and generally going through a tough time. And I'm so proud of him for fighting and not giving up on himself his life. I just I've seen that growth and strength in him and Jungkookie.. it gives me hope."

Jungkook softens at your words. It's true you and Namjoon were similar in that way life hadn't been easy for you and while he envied your bond both because he had admired Namjoon a lot and because he loved you. He had come to accept the difference. He remembered early on in your relationship you guys had gotten into a fight and it was memorable because after it was over you'd sat him down and told him the reason why you didn't talk about your difficulties with him initially because he had not experienced it and thus couldn't relate while you appreciated him you didn't want to be sad with him all the time, you were scared he would leave.

He was surprised because he thought you didn't tell him because you didn't trust him. From then on you both had worked actively to prevent any miscommunication.

Understanding and loving were different things. Him trying to understand you was enough for you.

Still there would always be a part of him which wanted you to only rely on him. He wanted to give you everything the world could offer. But since he couldn't do that he just kissed your forehead.

"My silly beautiful crybaby wife." He says fond.

The ceremony is beautiful. There's laughter. You both give speeches. It's a wonderful evening.

Jungkook gets up to get some dessert. You sit and massage your legs. Walking around all day in heavy clothes and heels is taxing. You get impatient waiting for Jungkook. So you go to find him. Except you find something.. or should I say someone else.

"Jimin." You gasp and he turns towards you and he's just as shining and just as beautiful as the first time you saw him.

"Y/n." He acknowledges.

Your world is spinning. You feel an incoming headache.

"I ... What are you doing here?"

"I'm the brides cousin."

"Oh."

"And you?"

"I'm the grooms bestfriend."

He suppresses a sigh. There's a frown on his face and you want to remove it. It was bad for his face, since the early days of your relationship he had asked you to look for it and warn him.

"No bad lines on your face." You say force of habit and then shut your mouth.

He looks at you surprised. " Actually, I knew I saw the speech. Great speech by the way."

He says and there's silence. You think of things to say.

"Is it too late if I ask you to take me back?"

"I'm married." You state.

"I know and I dont care if I'm your side piece. I just want you back."

"Do you even listen to yourself?" You say exasperated.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean it that way I just want to be a part of your life in any way that's possible. I want to be able to buy you things, to hold you, to kiss you, to love you." Your eyes widen in shock and some part of you feels miserable but a larger part just feels anger.

"Jimin you're being ridiculous. Just stop. " You tell him.

"Please take my number. If you ever change your mind. I did this for us and if I can't have you then what's the point. Just my card.. wait I will give you my card." Still insisting.

He opens his wallet and takes out his information card.

Jungkooks hand on your waist surprises you. You hope he hasn't heard your conversation with Jimin. It would end up being ugly. You couldn't ruin your bestfriends wedding day.

"Who's this love?" He asks you his head on your shoulder.

You can feel the anger rise in Jimin but he puts on a smile.

"Park Jimin. We used to be acquaintances." He says and your thrown back into the bitter days that Jimin introduced you as such.

"Hmm. I'm Jeon Jungkook. Y/n's husband. Hope you don't mind I will be taking my wife with me." Jungkook says guiding you away.

You suppress a smile at his jealousy. You think it's cute. Still your stomach is unsettled.

"I can't leave you one minute and have someone not flirt with you." Jungkook remarks.

"I'm sorry Kookie. I promise I didn't... I wasn't.." You are trembling. Things can't go wrong. Not now. Not ever. Not again.

"I know baby. Its just you're so pretty. I'm so happy you are mine." He says holding your hands firmly and pressing a kiss to your forehead. It's reassuring even though a dredge of guilt still lingers.

Jungkook wonders what happened to you to make you this way.

+

When Jungkook and you had first started dating. He was over the moon. You were pretty, kind, understanding and perfect in every way.

Until he had noticed your odd behaviour.

One day Namjoon had come up to him.

"I'm glad for both of you but you really need to stop hogging my bestfriend. We literally never hang out since you've started dating. It's always Jungkook this and Jungkook that."

Jungkook was confused but he didn't think much of it. He mentioned it at dinner.

"Y/n Joon came up to me telling he was missing you."

You dropped the spoon you were holding.

"I-I can explain."

Jungkook furrowed his brow. Why would you explain?

"I'm sorry. I I promise there's nothing. We are just friends."

Jungkooks expression must have worsened because he could see that you were on the edge of tears.

"Love, Y/n..." he approaches you and you stiffen. He doesn't understand what's happening.

"Look at me." He tells you softly.

You look like a kicked puppy.

He holds you hands.

"It's fine. I was just saying Namjoon is your bestfriend. You guys should hang out more just cause we are dating doesn't mean your life evolves around me."

"You don't want me around. Am I being to clingy??" You ask.

"No of course not. I love you babe and I love spending time with you but don't you think it'd be healthier if we don't neglect our friends."

"So you're not angry?"

"No obviously not."

The incident might have been strange for Jungkook but it had been strange for you too. Jimin would never let you be with any guys especially alone even before you guys started dating. And as far as your friends were concerned especially female ones they were always to busy to make time for you and even when they did all they could talk about was their partner so you gradually built distance.

+

After you leave with Jungkook, Jimin looks at you both for a long time. He feels angry and jealous. You were his. He took deep breaths. He hoped soon enough you too realised nobody could treat you better than him.

Jungkook decided to come pick you up from your appointment. He hadn't the time to check where you'd been referred to until he's standing outside the hospital.

Third floor you'd told him. When he sees the sign of gynaecology. His heart beats faster. If it is what he thinks it is. He is Euphoric. You've made him the happiest man. He's grinning as he looks for you, until he sees you bent over and crying papers in your hand. Worry rises in his throat.

"Y/n." He says softly holding you in an embrace. "What's it love?"

"I'm... I.. pregnant."

"Is it ... do you..." he takes in a deep breath queasy at the possibility." Do you not want?"

You shake your head no and he feels relieved. A weight lifted of him. Sometimes you took time to process things. The news probably hadn't settled in you yet.

"Let's go home, yes?" He asks. Hands in his throughout you reach home. After your crying session you're tired so Jungkook tucks you into the bed.

Your phone rings. It's Namjoon's message and a missed call.

He picks it up.

Namjoon : why didn't you tell me Jimin was there and you met him

Are you okay? We were just checking pictures of the wedding party. I swear I didn't know.

I know how tough it was. He contacted Jieun for your number but I heard so I told her I'd ask you first.

I know you're an adult and you both loved each other and broke up because of his career but I hope you don't end up doing something stupid. *message deleted*

So let me know?

Jungkook dropped your phone but luckily you stayed asleep. Now your reaction made sense.

You didn't want him. He was just a replacement of Jimin. Despite what logic dictated. He searched up Jimin on the Internet.

Jimin; he realised was every thing he wasn't and all parts you liked about him at the same time. He could see it clearly.

You always praising his singing you liked sweet voices huh , supporting him but also having anxiety whenever he had a project were you worried he'd choose his job over you ,Making him wear colored clothing different styles trying to turn him cute like your ex.

He looked at you sleeping and felt suffocated. He left his wedding band in the on the dining table. He was at loss.

Never did he imagine such a day would come in his life. You were the love of his life but was he the love of yours. For the first time he felt insecure in your relationship.

Is this how you felt all the time? He never felt burdened for reassuring you but now he understood you more and couldn't help but feel sad.

He cried in the bathroom.

When you wake up Jungkook's missing. You guess he's probably at the gym. You text him to get groceries. You decide to eat something. Now you were responsible for healthy eating of two. You put a hand on your belly.

"Don't worry little one. Mommy is going to take care of you."

You make yourself a sandwich and decide to sit at the dining table to eat. There's Jungkook's wedding band. Surely it's a mistake.

Anxiety creeps up and you are unable to swallow the food you were eating.

He must have removed it but you can't convince yourself because he never removes it.

The lock to your apartment opens. There's Jungkook coming in empty handed.

"Didn't you see my message?" You ask.

He looks up at you.

"No." He replies and goes to the kitchen. He looks sweaty from a workout. He makes himself a vegetable smoothie.

You go behind him but he doesn't say anything.

"I uh. You're not wearing your wedding band."

"It felt suffocating."

"Did your ring size grow? Do we need to go to the jeweller?"

"No. Just leave it." He dismisses.

"What's wrong ggukie?"

"Why don't you tell me?" He turns back anger rising in his voice.

"'..nothing nothings wrong." You say suddenly very unsure of yourself.

"Why were you crying?" He asks softer noticing your previous discomfort.

"I was just overwhelmed." You reply.

"Ha you sure I thought it was because of Jimin." And it comes out stronger than Jungkook intended but also because he wasn't planning to confront you.

You stumble back.

"How do you know about Jimin." You ask goosebumps visible on your arms.

"So you were really." He says half talking to himself.

"Jungkook who told you about Jimin." You ask desperation in your voice.

"No one I saw Namjoon texting you about him."

You stay quiet. He scoffs.

"Mind telling me about Jimin." He says sarcastically.

"I .." You take a deep breath. "He's my ex .. the ex."

He keeps the glass in the sink. Holding its edges as if steeling himself.

"So when are you leaving?"

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

"Clearly you still have feelings for him."

You don't respond and Jungkook waits, when you still stay frozen he leaves slamming the door shut.

You don't talk to each other for a whole week.

You are torn. It's the longest you've gone without speaking to each other. You wonder when you'll finally be free of your past.

So you decide to write. Write down your feelings.

You want to say you hate him. That you wish you had never met him. That he ruined your life and broke your heart. Its true that he abandoned you and for that a part of you would never forgive him. But a greater part of you had loved him, been madly desperately in love and even now that part of you still wishes that he is happy.

Jimin stands infront of you.

He starts to speak but you stop him.

"Let me speak because if I don't now I don't think I will be able to....I hated you for a long time because I thought you broke my trust but that wasn't it. Looking back I realised both of us might have loved each other but we never trusted each other. Now I know that a relationship is nothing without trust. Because when you 'fall' in love its because you trust the person you love will catch you. I forgive you because I loved you once and more importantly I love myself and respect my partner enough to not let myself be consumed by the shadow of doubts that relationship left me."

"Y/n.. I." Jimin speaks up.

"No, please let me complete it. I hope you too find happiness because you're a great person. I hope you're more sure of yourself now. And despite the bad times, we had happy days and in honor of those I wish you find happiness like I've found with Jungkook. The happiness of coming home after a long day. That being said I sincerely hope that I never see you again." You say, your eyes are teary.

Jimin reaches out to wipe your tears but stops himself. He's lost the right to touch you, to wipe your tears. He doesn't realise when his eyes start watering.

"I'm.. really.. I'm so sorry but I'm thankful for having known you, for having loved you " and I still do even if you may not want me he wants to add.. "Thank you. I understand even though you never want to see me, I hope we do cross paths because you're one of the best things life gave me."

You close your eyes wishing he would disappear and Jungkook would come.

"I hope you're happy and you stay happy for a long time. Good bye." He says and turns because even now he can't watch you go.

"Good bye, Jimin." You hear footsteps fading.

You open your eyes and the sun is setting on the horizon. Your phone rings. It's a reminder you'd set for a day that wouldn't happen.

A wedding with Jimin.

It's almost poetic. You delete it. Finally you're free. It feels like the best time to move on.

Jungkook's voice calls you out. You turn to him. His face lit with joy as he realises you have come to see him for his lunch break. He rushes to hold you in his arms greeting you by kissing your cheek and rubbing you're pregnant belly.

He wants to ask why you're crying but since the unpredictability of your moods due to your hormones he's learnt better than to ask and send you in a spiral again. He trusts you to tell him if he can help for now he's going to enjoy his lunch break shrouding his wife

Jimin despite himself turns back and finds you giggling in Jungkook's arms. His phone rings its a reminder that had been set many years ago. He deletes it. He hides his face with a cap and goes on with his way. Determined not to look back again.

Fin.

Dear Jungkook,

Of all of things running through my head the thing that I am sure about is I love you.

It's a tragedy that heart bursting with joy and heartache are two sides of the same coin of love.

Before you the person who taught me love was Jimin but if I were to say which side of love I learnt through him it would be heartache.

He came into my life suddenly and filled it with novelty but he left just the same leaving a gaping wound.

A wound that was healed by you.

It is true I was sad that day but not because I wanted him back because I wondered what life could have been if things were different.

You thought I'd leave you for him and I felt betrayed that you didn't trust our love, trust me. Maybe that's why I ignored you instead of appeasing you. This has been the longest week of my life.

And I could say so many things but all I want to say is

I love you and I want to love you till the last breath of my soul and I want to be loved by you the way you love me and only the way you love me and only you. Steady, warm and reliant.

Only yours,

Mrs. Jeon Jungkook 💖

Authors Note 📝

Painful to the end 💔 😢. Have some tissues and cookies. But also sweet.

You may wonder why I didnt show the resolution between the fight with Jungkook.

I think it would be very emotional with both of them crying and waking up eyes swollen but also cuddled up and Jungkook whining how he almost died. And Y/n making him promise not to start imagining things by himself and never letting her go because she'd actually die but he shuts her up saying don't even talk about it.

Hope you enjoyed reading it. Have a nice day.

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[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

emotional abuse tw

I moved out from my moms house a few months ago and I was hoping that the abuse would end. My mom is completely unaware that she's abusive and even when several therapists suggested an unhealthy relationship between the two of us, she simply forbid me to see that therapist ever again, and at some point, to see any therapist.

She called me today and yelled at me for so many things, that are her fault, at the base.

(Not to get too deep into it) I should get money from the state two years ago, but I would've needed her signature (because back then I still lived with her). She refused so I never got anything. When I told her, she accused me of failing getting the money (though they wrote the missing signature as the official reason) and trying harder, so many times, that I just lied to her at some point and said, that I receive it now. I wrote the bureau (from which I'd get the money) that I take back my application and would go without the money, because it was just too much trouble for me, for not that much money.

For some reason, this bureau wrote me twice a year, that they needed more proof and I always wrote them an email, referring to my old email, that I never gotten anything and don't expect anything but peace and quiet. They never answered so I thought it was okay. This was always big trouble, because my mom always opens my post and would yell at me, whenever that letter came.

And today I got a letter to my old address (my moms house) and she opened it and it was said bureau, saying that I need to pay back 4 times the amount of the money that I could have, but never did, get. Because I couldn't give them enough proof I deserve it. This is much trouble for me, because of the moving I lost access to my bank account and can't show them, that I never gotten anything (this whole moving is a mess in itself) and, well, because my mom read this letter and yelled at me and I had a hard time covering my old lies because imagine what would happen if I told her I lied to her for 2 years.

And then she had the audacity to yell at me "You could've taken yourself a therapist who could help you with all of that, but now it is too late" as if she didn't forbid me to do? I am looking for a therapist, almost since the day I moved out, but waiting lists are 1 year or more.

And then (idk she apparently remembered what she hated on me, once she started yelling) she yelled at me because I always wear the same outfit (I visited her last weekend) and I shouldn't dare coming to her house with that outfit again (nothing against the outfit itself). That she'd drag me shopping soon enough, if I don't get myself something else.

And this is so fucked up, because she raised me with so much self hate towards my body, my weight, my curves, slut shaming every visible collarbone, that this is my only comfort-summer outfit by now. I can't even look into the mirror without self hate, but sure, my fault that I don't own a more diverse wardrobe.

And she did lie to me in the past, that we would drive somewhere fun and when we arrived it was a shopping mall and I was forced to spent 10 hours there, until I bought enough to satisfy her. I am afraid she'll do something like that again and I will avoid getting into her car in the near future.

You know, I feel so fucked. I feel like that shitty bureau hates me, because wtf? I always feel like everyone just waits to stab me in the back, but they really proofed it. And my mom, who yells at me as if any of this was my fault? As if I didn't do all I can just to survive and everything else is an extra? Nobody appreciates, what I do, that I go outside with all of my self hate, that I try to find a therapist, no, it is never enough, I am never good enough and it is all my fault.

Hi anon,

I'm so sorry to hear about what you've been going through. It sounds like your mom often criticizes you and fails to understand your circumstances or perspective, to say the least. It seems like your mom puts a lot of unnecessary pressure on you and discourages healthy and open discussions with her by making you feel like everything is somehow your fault.

When you've been experiencing this for a long period of time, it can be easy to internalize these messages and feel like you aren't good enough or that everything is your fault, but please remember that you are worth so much more than this and you are trying your hardest. You do not deserve to be treated this way.

It sounds like your relationship with your mom doesn't benefit you in any way. Since it seems that you're living on your own now, have you considered cutting her off? It would be a big change and may come with a complex range of feelings, but it's also worth self reflecting and asking yourself what you deserve, and if your mom's behavior aligns with that. I do also understand if the situation with the bureau is preventing this.

Please remember to practice self care during this time. You deserve to be gentle with yourself, especially after everything you've been through. If anyone has any comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks #tw abuse #tw emotional abuse

[till-you-scream-and-cry]

8 / Thomas / bit angst & loads of fluff. thanks

there it is 💕

#8. “From now on I'll be on your side.” +Thomas +angst/fluff

As soon as you realised what happened, you froze. The tall woman looked at you with disgust as if you were the most incompetent and pathetic creature alive. 

“And what am I supposed to do now? You missed it, too late.”

You remembered very well the email you received over a month ago. The interview was supposed to take place on April 3rd. You wrote the date using the full make of the month, knowing that with an American Radio station someone might confuse it. And there you were, hearing that apparently your meeting was scheduled for March 4th and you missed it by a whole month. You were furious, seeing the smirk of this woman you knew that it wasn’t you who made a mistake. There was no way that you haven't received one call or an email as you ‘missed it’, she forgot and tried to blame it on you. 

“Can I do anything else? I’m kinda busy.” She said with a big, fake smile. 

“No, thank you.” You replied and walked away. The band was waiting in the lounge area, nervously looking at the time. 

“Guys, I’m so so sorry. There was some kind of mistake, they’re trying to blame it on me. This interview won’t happen.”

They kept staring at you, Damiano cursed under his breath, Vic rolled her eyes and mumbled something, and Ethan sighed heavily. Only Thomas had no reaction whatsoever. 

“I swear to god, I checked everything, the woman who was responsible…”

“Maybe just admit that you fucked up?!” Damiano spat out.

“Yeah, why the fuck did we stay here for three days longer…” Vic was already on her phone, chewing her gum loudly.

“Why haven’t you called or…” Ethan frowned.

“Fuck I’m really sorry, I know you wanted this one and it was important but I can’t turn back time.” You said, biting your lip. It was barely the beginning of your journey in their team yet  you felt that you already lost their trust. 

They all ignored you, staring either at their phones or on the floor, Damiano grabbed his jacket and left. The entire way to the hotel the car was perfectly silent. Nobody said a word to you. Even the driver seemed mad for no reason. Once they all settled in, you made some calls and arranged the flight back. The team was pissed at you too. But they understood things like this happen. Yet you felt a huge disappointment that you once again managed to fuck something up. 

You grabbed a jacket and pack of cigarettes. It was raining and the weather was disgusting. You stood next to the entrance, trying to light a cigarette with shaky hands.

“Fuck.” The lighter wasn’t working. Perfect.

“Here…” A familiar voice and a clicking sound made you jump a little, you turned and saw Thomas. The rain muffled his steps. He held out his lighter for you with a smile. You lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, blowing the smoke out in the dark night. 

“Thanks. Do you hate me too or…?” You asked, looking at him with your red eyes, swollen from crying.

“How could I hate you.” He smiled and gently put his hand on your back, rubbing them gently. You were so grateful for this gesture.

“Yeah well, the rest doesn’t believe me. I got sent here even though I have no experience. I fucked up and I have nobody on my side.” You bit your lip and looked down.

“You’re handling it all very well. Look at me, I’m alive, not missing, fed and happy. You managed to do that!” He chuckled and watched you with a smile. 

“When you put it like that… “ You smiled back. 

“I mean it, it’s a tiny fuck up on a long list of things you managed to pull off. They were all grumpy today because we went out last night. It’s because they had to leave the bed, hangovered, that’s all.”

“Really?” His words made you feel so much better. The last thing you wanted is to have enemies in them.

“Really. Besides, don’t worry. From now on I'll be on your side.” He said, with a smile, and you could see his cheeks blushing even in the pale street lights. 

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