#ive been neglecting them sad face

[enthyrea]

oc reference sheets originally for artfight but i’m posting em here too :) haven't drawn these guys in so long and im sooo excited to get back into it <3

#enthyrea art #need to draw adhi and wei and eve wayyy more often #ive been neglecting them sad face #adhiyan #weisheng #evangeline #original characters #enthyrea ocs #oc ref sheet #reference sheet #artfight #art fight 2023 #team vampire #oc reference #original art #oc revamp #oc reference sheet

[eilishsluv]

could u write a fanfic maybe a angst to fluff? perhaps billie stops giving attention and reader overthinks which leads to angst then fluff. hope ur well:)

sure anon! i hope this is how you wanted<3

attention

billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: billie had stopped giving you the attention she used to which lead to you overthinking & so an argument

warnings: arguing, hickies, kissing & unedited

notes: this was fun to write, enjoy reading:)

billie was an extremely busy person, she had been ever since she stepped foot into the famous business. but these past few weeks you've been feeling extremely neglected by her, its happened before but never for this long. usually only afew days but its almost been 2 months. this had made your thoughts sprial.

overthinking was a bad habit of yours but how could you not especially right now? her flirty comments with other famous people, fans & just anyone. you loved billie & so did she, but now you definitely doubted it.

you both laid in her bed, your head on her chest & usually she'd avoid her phone, or atleast her hands somewhere on you, but no, not today. billie had both her hands on her phone, with her arms on either side of you, barely brushing against you as she typed.

you were done, the jealousy, overthinking & worry got to you. you managed to move away from billie & off the bed.

"whats wrong baby?" billie questioned watching you look around the room.

you ignored her completely, although hearing her voice & petname hurt your heart terribly. scurrying around her room finding your clothes & some of your belongings, billies brain started to tik realising you were leaving.

"woah woah woah, y/n what are you doing?" billie started to move off the bed to stand with you. this made your blood boil.

"oh so you can flirt with other people, ignore me completely, make me feel like shit but you expect me to stay & deal with all of it?" as you talked your voice got louder & louder, you were pissed.

the distress was visible in her face, you stared at her waiting on a response.

"y/n what are you on about?" billie was on the verge of tears, you on the other hand had hot tears streaming down your cheeks already.

"you think i dont see everything you do billie?! for fucks sake, i mean really? really. every single comment you make on another person breaks me apart cause i went from hearing them every single second to once a week if im fucking lucky!" your voice broke all throughout that sentence but you had to get that out, but you couldnt scream all you wanted to.

billie slowly stepped towards where you were standing. she was insanely intimidating when she wanted to be, all you did was step further back up until you hit the wall.

she stared deep into your eyes, hers showed a sad although dominant expression.

"is that all you think & feel?" billie looked as if she was joking, you didnt care. she asked for it whether or not she was serious.

you scoffed looking down then back up into her eyes.

"do you seriously think thats all? i mean billie all i fucking want is your attention but you dont even give a single fuck to me anymore. you have done nothing but ignore me for weeks!" screaming that in her face felt therapeutic but also painful.

billie looked speechless, you guys had argued before but never over something like this.

"you think i dont love you?" her sentence hung in the air, your face gave it all away. billie cleared her throat before continuing.

"which other girl is dancing in my house, wearing my clothes, coming with me to events, sleeping in my bed in my arms, cooking me dinner or listening to me make a new album? y/n you are the only girl i want & need, i own up to being distant but i dont want another girl" billies tears started to fall. you wiped them away as she leaned into your touch.

"im sorry baby." you felt like shit for everything you did in the past 10 minutes.

"dont be sorry for my actions & how ive treated you" you both felt bad but only wanted one thing, & that was eachother.

billie leaned down into your neck, leaving kisses & marks. it was one of her ways of saying sorry & that she loves you.

"i love you" you spoke

"i love you mamas" billie answered back.

she was all you wanted & you were all she wanted, she definitely cleaned her act up after that.

#billie eilish x reader #billie eilish #eilishsluv

[ieggthots]

Hihi u did an awesome job on the Caitlin x reader 🤘

Can I request vi x (gn) undercity reader: vi thought they died in the big kaboom (time skip) she finds them working with ekko but with robot arms or legs or both you can decide, she had a major crush on them sooo sad to fluff

Thank you! I hope you like the oneshot!

☆Vi x reader who's presumed dead from the big kaboom☆

"You haven't changed little man", Vi said as she brought Ekko into an embrace, he softened and returned the hug. It stayed like this for a few more seconds until he pulled away and said, "let's go untie your enforcer friend, then I have someone who you might want to see". Vi perked up and followed Ekko back to where Caitlyn was tied up. She was thrashing around, like an animal in a cage trying to get out. "Let me go! I didn't do anything to you!" She yelled, thinking she was yelling out to no one until the bag was lifted off of her head.

"Hey cupcake." Vi said as she smirked and leaned against the pole Caitlyn was tied to. "What?! I thought they were hurting you!", Vi flipped her hair around "My hero".

Ekko shifted and coughed to grab attention from the women. "Vi, if your done taunting now then I can show you who I wanted to show you." He said as he walked out the door, Vi and Caitlyn trailed behind soon after. "What do you mean Ekko? Who could I possibly want to see?" She questioned. "You'll see, don't worry."

He led the women outside to a mural where someone was painting, it seemed to be a mural to... Vi and her family.

"Vi, is that... you?" "Yes, that's me, my sister Powder, and our family, well adoptive family." Caitlyn marveled at the mural on the wall in front of her.

"F/N, I have someone here who I think you would want to see." Said person perked up at the name, "F/N??" Vi said with surprise. You turned your head, a paintbrush in your prosthetic hand and a shock on your face.

"Vi? I, I thought you died!" "I thought you died F/N, I haven't seen you in almost a decade." Vi walks up to you and grasps your hands, looking down at your metal prosthetic arm. You notice she sees this and you say, "That happened when Powder's monkey bomb went off, the force from it blew my arm off when I shielded myself from the blast."

Vi looked down with a frown before she looked back up your eyes with adoration before she said, "As long as I am here, nothing will happen to you" She rubbed the back of your non prosthetic hand.

"You promise?" You say with tears starting to well up as your faces inch closer.

"Yes, I promise." She connects her lips to your in a kiss full of her feelings she's had for you for years, that she's finally able to display. Ekko and Caitlyn watch as they give you two your moment, not wanting to ruin it.

(IM SORRY THIS TOOL SO LONG HOLY SHIT IVE BEEN BUSY WITH SCHOOL AND IRL STUFF IM SO SORRY 😭😭. Tumblr is my most neglected app, I literally never update and I genuinely apologize for that.)

#caitlyn arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane x reader #arcane #fluff #vi x reader #vi x you #vi arcane #sfw oneshot

[shaswammy]

on twitter (eviixisuma) ive been obsessing iver a property police brothers au that my friend (thirdiife) made . during this i accidentally thought of the most horrific angst.

backstory- martyn is 21 and jimmy is 14, martyn is off leaving to Evo, and jimmy BEGS to go with, not wanting ti be alone. he’d be fine. him and his brother were orphanced when martyn was 12 and he was 5, everything would be fine. until it wasnt.

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watchers, listeners, these beings nibidy had seen for many millennium were shiwing uo and they were. mad, to say the least. everyone fled the server. jimmy was caught under a wooden building falling- nobody helped him. jimmy crawled out and saw a barren wasteland- nobody was there with him. jimmy found the portal- used. he heard something falling behind him which knocked him diwn and felt like daggers cut through his back- but it didnt his him- it didnt his body.

wings. he had beeb turned into a listener.

back home, martyn found an old ender porter. it’d been a few months since evo. he had reunited with bigb and netty and grian- no sign of jimmy. grian and pearl were off on their own adventure for their own server, bigb too, and none of them had seen martyns brother.

it had only been a year. jimmy was 15. had martyn left his 15 year old brother to die?

he jolted as he heard a trap door- for the ender porter- activate. one of his dogs had pushed it. before his eyes the purple glow of an endermans teleport shone bright.

his brother knelt before him. long, scraggly blonde hair that was ince short and pristine, his plait far too overgrown and huge neon green wings pertruded from his back and face. gunk was stuck in them, he hadnt known how to preen, let alone what preening was.

his hands moved across the fimiliar floor of his childhood home. martyn saw drops of water fall from where he assumed his brithers eyes to be. martyn stood still abd desolate. jimmy stood up tall.

jimmy thrned to look at his ‘brother’- he didnt think martyn was worthy of his familial title. what were once besutiful pale blue eyes were now a deep, brooding dark blue with neon green swirls in the middle. martyn hadnt even noticed the neon green streaked pattern in his brothers hair.

“you. you left- you left me,” jimmys voice cracked and wobbled. it was deeper, now, and he had small patches of facial hair. “you left me to die. i- you- you monster.” jimmy spoke, eyes red and puffy. he had cried all day, every day, for so long.

“i thiught you had died! i’m beyond happy youre okay!” martyn exclaimed, his eyes watering up as he forced a sad smile.

“no. no you dint get that. you never cared, did you?”

“..what?”

“you forgot me. and left me, you encouraged your friends to leave over your damn kid brother!”

“i hasnt realized you werent there, its not my fault!”

“the fault is that you forgot.”

“…”

martyn stood silent. jimmy continued.

“if you had thought to thrn around, youd see me. i broke my arm and i got stuck under a pile of wood. it was your negligence thag did this.”

martyn didnt feel guilty.

he didnt know why.

he was guilty.

why didnt he feel guilty?

“maybe youre just,” martyn stepped closer, “being ungrateful. ive done everything for you- i was robbed of my childhood because of you, you’ve no right to accuse me of neglecting you, james.”

it had been years since someone said his name.

his full name.

jimmy threw his fist at martyns face.

#property police #minecraft evolution #mc evolution #martyn littlewood #itlw #jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming

[janersm]

Every hashtag that an ableist, aphobic, biphobic TERF has made about me (so far) because she didn’t like that I said relationships involving bisexual people are inherently queer & told her not to call me bihet.

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#get a life you fucking loser #you're harassing me in my inbox like an insecure pathetic baby and self-victimizing yourself #and lying #who actually experiences oppression and vitriol is homosexuals #wah being told im privileged is oppression and hate #you're calling all gays hateful and evil saying they oppress you for being in het relationships Imao #you think sexuality is based on gender and not biological sex bc ur homophobic #once again by this logic straight men are gay if they date bi women and lesbians are het if they date bi women #stfu #stop erasing ppl bc you wanna be oppressed so bad #white woman cringe #gays have it easier because when they get hate crimed at least they know their entire sexual orientation #we're so lucky #for being validated before getting killed and beaten <3 #you can tell which bis have been w women be at least some of them will acknowledge the privilege they have when with men but still very few #and ive seen other bis dogpile them and accuse them of having internalized biphobia for saying they have privilege when dating and marrying #men #the white ppl of sexuality tbh

#can u imagine if you told a straight man he is feminine and in a feminine relationship or some shit for dating a woman #thats how crazy you sound #closest kinda of analogy i can think of at 4am #jfc #stop oppressing me for having a bf my relationship is gay so treat me like a gay person if you don't it's discrimination and erasure #but also according to her #heterosexual relationships are gay #braindead comment #i face the most homophobia bc i have a bf it's true #sorry gayz #???? #liberal brainrot #just switch words around and call it oppression #why are liberals all so narcisstic and toxic #they're so obsessed with telling minorities they are privileged and finding a way to say they aren't privileged be they think oppression is #fun and being privileged is boring #white as hell but acting like they're the biggest anti racists or anti oppression while they perpetuate it and deny their privileges and #intersections of their privileges #she's gonna say she's authority on racism now bc i can't say trans ideology and community is racist and white #w their own white supremacists

#and according to her the nasty gays (dirty perveted genital fetishists) and the monosexuals (straights) are harming the most oppressed and #neglected 'minorities' asexuals and bisexuals #imagine equating bisexual struggles to asexuals Imaooo #yikes #a self drag #don't erase yourself then complain :)) #stop saying hetero relationships are gay :)) #everytime a bi person says they're gay you're committing homophobia and erasure of two groups of people :)) #one of whom who faces real oppression for their sexuality #hint it's not the woman w the bf #she thinks she's authority on lesphobia/ homophobia then calls all gays biphobic privileged oppressors #even poc understand we have different struggles and privileges #it's so funny #how pathetic they are #so offended by having privilege #if you're gonna call yourself gay and your straight relationship gay #complaining about bihet is so hypocrital #i didn't even just say she's het Imao #i was gonna write up a post about this but it feels like a good place to discuss this #bi women just keep slapping us in the face acting like this and saying shit like this

#homegirl also said i ruined her sleep and made her take more meds #i didn't force you to stalk n harass me #i had this post so long i had to cut down so much of what i said #god she's annoying af #such a manipulative sad pathetic person obsessed with being a liberal victim #while she's literally mutals with TYGRESS #why can't they ever talk about how homophobic and misogynistic they are #i feel like for one thing #truly if bis stopped acting like women are just for fucking or not real partners / people for not being men then things would be different #i have a butch lesbian friend in kentucky #it's more unsafe to be a poc #anyway #bisexuals stop gasligting gay people challenge #she said she was going to bed and now she's watching her phone and refreshing my blog every second #YOU'RE CREEPY #looks like white men are rubbing off on you too much #your disability doesn't make you homophobic or a creepy stalker #that's 100% you #you're so creepy tbh #i dont think you know how blocking works #you literally brought it up as an abusive tactic to control a minority Imao when it isn't relevant

#to deflect from accountability and silence them #white behaviour #next you'll say being gay is an excuse to be racist #stfu #you're so obsessed with what ithink #it's really funny #you think lesbians can have dicks or like dick #you're pro conversion therapy #stay away from women but you probably will anyway thankfully #the fact you care so much what i think while speaking over me #if i acted like you a decade from now #at your age #yikesss #you're straight up stalking me and harassing me at this point Imao #<3 #you wanna play the liberal oppression card when you're a homophobic moron #i'm also a brown woman #so stfu #YOU STILL HAVE ME BLOCKED AND YOU'RE ENGAGING #HOW PATHETIC ARE YOU? #liberal cringe #gaslighting queen <3 #no patience #ur 95 percent and higher in het relationships exclusively #shut the fuck up #you don't know what vitrol or hate or oppression is #thats why you talk like this and act like #being hatecrimed makes you privileged <3 #i mean the gays practically do by denying my relationship isn't gay #so funny….they use the world queer

#by funny i mean sick #A SLUR AIMED AT HOMOSEXUALS FOR BEING GAY #WHO DIED OFTEN AFTER HEARING THAT WORD OR GETTING BEATEN TO NEAR DEATH #haha my relationship is queer <3 ur not even GAY ur bi and never date women or seriously #then you complain erasure #racist/homophobic/ misogynistic content my bi heart <3 #says people some get treated worse but then denies privilege #bc funny who is it they argue who always have privilege? FEMALES AND HOMOSEXUALS #NOT BISEXUALS AND MALES #B & T community are evil #males and osa are the most oppressed and females/ homosexuals are the most privileged <3 #what is gay privilege #you can't name one #bc it doesn't exist #if you deemed content biphobic you'd lose ur shit and never watch it tho #but heterophobic content doesn't exist :)) #and i'm every single terf when i'm not even a radfem #i think this drama is really funny tbh #you might as well be bc ur all cliche and homophobic #cry #if you cared about being productive you wouldn't be here

#it's so funny how your media consumption is literally all about misogynistic/ homophobic/racist white men #it's funny how cliche you are #you're so mad that i have a brain and you don't #keep crying <3 #talking about homophobic people and calling them out is doing something also tbh #you're such a hypocrite #you think you're fighting heterophobia #but you're just homophobic #spreading bs #you're really narcissistic and manipulative <3 #i'm glad you don't have a gf #you're homophobic and are obsessed with victimizing yourself #there is no such thing as discrimination for opposite sex attraction #it's a privilege #how aren't het women more offended that bi women act like they're suffering so much bc of het woman while y'all live the same lifestyles #for the rest of your lives... #oh right it's that homophobic pact. #they seem to have #remember when a bisexual woman married to a man said she was JEALOUS of gay men at pride #your pride is there everyday every second of your life and rewarded and centred #privileged #ifcc

#you're erasing gay people and being a hypocrite #and you're erasing straight people #so funny you're so pissed off youre called out on how stupid you are you're stalking my blog #if you were so confident you wouldn't take me seriously #you're in a privileged relationship #you have osa privilege #your relationship is straight even if you aren't #you're gonna call gays and straights bis #then don't whine when you feel erased #calling ur relationship het isn't even erasure #biphobia isn't real #you just think heterophobia is real and that gays oppress you #run to your boyfriend and cry how some actual gay person thinks you aren't oppressed #this is the straightest bio i've ever read #you can tell which bis have been w women bc at least some of them will acknowledge the privilege they have when with men but still very few #and ive seen other bis dogpile them and accuse them of having internalized biphobia for saying they have privilege when dating and marrying #men #the white ppl of sexuality tbh #can u imagine if you told a straight man he is feminine and in a feminine relationship or some shit for dating a woman

#thats how crazy you sound #closest kinda of analogy i can think of at 4am #jfc #stop oppressing me for having a bf my relationship is gay so treat me like a gay person if you don't it's discrimination and erasure #why are bihets like this... #holy shit #my straight relationship is gay/queer and if you don't agree you're heterophobic]

She has her friends monitoring my blog and encourages people in posts to bother me, but accuses me of stalking and harassing her when I haven’t said a damn thing to her in weeks. The only reason I even go to her blog is to make sure I have blocked every single person who she’s talking shit about me with & encouraging to come after me.

Also, who even is tygress? And how does she know who I’m mutuals with? My following list is private.

#desisapphic #the terfs are not alright #ableism #mental health stigma #biphobia #homophobia #aphobia #acephobia #queer #queer pride #lgbtq #bisexuality #bisexual #bi erasure #stigma

[yanet0121]

As I began looking at my posts on my blog, a lot of what I saw was about familial ties. It’s funny because my family is probably one of the most discombobulated dysfunctional families anyone could ever come from. My sisters don’t speak to each other, nor do they speak to my mom unless it’s insults. I haven’t spoken to my dad in years and I’m the only one who speaks to my sisters and mom separately. You can see through my work that I yearn for unity and love. In my first post I analyzed The Lunatic of Etretat in which I spoke about a woman who lost her mind either because of a death of her child or because she couldn’t conceive. I was able to feel the pain she felt because I am in constant fear about not being able to have children, I have irregular periods where I don’t get them for years and have fertility issues in my family. Not being to have a child might literally destroy me as a woman. I genuinely understand why women put themselves through IVF because you feel like such a failure not being able to start your own family. I practically don’t have a family other than my husband’s side. I literally must plan two separate parties just for my side of the family in order to get my sisters to attend and that’s without my mom coming. It’s sad to me and while I’ve been coming more and more at peace with it, I don’t want my children to live a life like mine. To feel like they’re so unwanted by family, that their own family can’t even suck it up for a couple of hours to spend time together during the holidays. Which moves me onto my next piece, Gong by Pierre Alechinsky. This piece gave me a feeling of movement, I always remind myself that if you stay still then you’ll get sad. You must move yourself, your thoughts, your emotions. You must process what’s going on and come to terms with it. You cannot let it build it inside you. The saturation of blues and whites peeking through made me see movement, even with the gong which seemed to radiate sound helped me feel peace. The background of the gong is of East Asian culture and Buddhists which are about acceptance and letting things be. I’ve come to accept that I cannot change people, nor can I expect others to change for me. If someone is a piece of shit then that’s them but that isn’t the type of energy I want in my life. I guess the theme of my manifesto is regeneration, within myself and the family I am creating. I cannot keep fighting to check those who step out of line with me. If you cannot respect my boundaries, my needs and wants then that is you and I will need to reevaluate if you are the type of person I deserve in my life. The last peace I will include in my manifesto is A Mother’s Love, A New Generation. Straight photography. Photos by my sister and I which include our dogs, also known as our fur babies. In this piece I speak on the amount of time, love, energy and money we invest in our dogs and how we just don’t see them as animals we own but as part of our families. Even in the title I tie in regeneration, where I speak on how my sister and I are creating our own families with our significant others and pets. I believe the reason why we provide so much love and effort to our pets is because we are making up for the neglect and abuse we faced as children and we both have spoken on breaking generational curses. Overall, I will not be the trauma I faced as a child, I will overcome everything ive been through and I will not allow it to affect the way I raise my children. I will become a newer better person, the person I deserved as a child and the person my husband deserve. I refuse to allow my trauma define me, I will regenerate into a better person because I am not my past. My pieces through this semester all stem from change and movement, the ability not only see the pain and struggles but feel it allows me to be sympathetic but understanding in a sense that shit happens, but you have to keep going. (A poke at another piece in my blog, It Happens, artist Jim Rennert. Located in the corner of Park and 5Th Avenue in downtown Naples)

[sheerfreesia007]

Webhead Chronicles #16

Title: Webhead Chronicles #16

Fandom: The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007​

Words: 2,920

Warnings: Fighting, Injuries, Wound care, Verbal Abuse, Alcoholism

Permanent Tag List: @paintballkid711, @fioccodineveautunnale, @phoenixhalliwell, @linkpk88, @weirdowithnobeardo, @athalien

Author Notes: I just enjoy these two so much. Their relationship is so complex.

Gif Credit: @nikolatexla

    Ev hopped up the front steps of her townhome as silently as she could be, she was finally heading home after temporarily moving in with Peter and Aunt May for a month. The three of them had agreed that Peter and Aunt May were in a better place mentally after Uncle Ben’s death that Ev didn’t have to stay over and look after them. She was a little sad to be leaving the two of them but she knew that they needed their space back and Ev didn’t need to coddle them anymore.

    Even when Aunt May had reassured her that she hadn’t made them feel uncomfortable while she was there, Ev knew that they were ready to have their home back to themselves. Frowning softly Ev reminisced that she had been feeling a little distance between her and Peter, it wasn’t too noticeable but ever since the day they skipped school and went to the dock and he showed her his spider abilities there had been a slight distance. Peter grew quieter some times when they were hanging out or when Gwen mentioned anything about her Dad assigning a task force for certain crimes. She had a suspicion that it was due to the fact that Uncle Ben’s killer still hadn’t been found and Peter was growing frustrated with the police.

    Ev sighed softly when she reached her front door, she couldn’t blame Peter for feeling the way he was feeling. She would no doubt feel the same way if her Dad was killed and the killer was still out there on the streets. She’d probably get arrested for protesting in front of the nearest precinct. But she was worried about Peter, after he had confessed that he had so much anger and rage for the man who killed Uncle Ben she was worried he’d think he could go out and look for him.

    There was a loud crash from inside the townhome where Ev stood in front of the front door and she whipped her head up to stare at the front windows that she knew led into the living room. Sighing once again she slumped her shoulders and opened the front door after unlocking it with her key. Slipping silently into the front hallway she wondered if she could sneak up into her bedroom without tipping off her Mother that she was home.

    “You finally ‘ome, you dirty stay out?” came the sneering voice of her Mother from the living room. Ev sighed once more before walking to the doorway that led into the living room. Ev had to bite her tongue as she noticed all the empty beer bottles scattered around the floor, she would have to clean that up later she knew. By the looks of it her Mother hadn’t cleaned while she was staying at Peter and Aunt May’s, there were beer bottles on the floor, the end tables, the tv stand. Food wrappers from all the fast food places nearby were littered on the floor and the couch and loveseat set that were in the living room. “Don’ ‘ive me tha’ look you little slut! Cleanin’s yer job. Jus’ because you went off to play ‘ouse with yer little boy toy doesn’t give you th’ right to neglect your own house!” snapped her Mother angrily as she lounged on the couch watching Ev with a bored look on her face.

    “I wasn’t playing house.” Ev protested heatedly as she glared at her Mother. “Uncle Ben died. He was killed, I was only helping Peter and Aunt May get through their grief.” Ev stressed to her Mother but it landed on deaf ears.

    “As if you didn’t love being o’er there with them!” hissed her Mother angrily. Ev furrowed her eyebrows at her Mother for a moment before shaking her head in disbelief. It was never a good thing to argue with her Mother but when it came to Pete and Aunt May, Ev would always step up to bat for them.

    “I was helping them, I wasn’t there for fun! Uncle Ben is dead and they have to deal with that! And yeah I loved being there, at least they appreciate the work I put in for them, unlike you!” Snapped Ev as her anger finally rose to an uncontrollable level. She knew as soon as the words left her mouth that she was in for it.

    For a lush her Mother was able to move quickly when she was angry and on a mission. Ev didn’t even register that she had left the couch until the stinging pain blossomed in her left cheek and her head was flung to the side with the power behind her Mother’s open hand.

    “You little bitch!” her Mother hissed at her as she towered over Ev breathing heavy in her anger. “Clean up the living room. I’m going to bed.” hissed her Mother angrily again before moving to step around Ev. “You’re nothing, and you’ll always be nothing. No one cares about you, why do you think they asked you to leave their house?” came the nasty stinging barbs from her Mother’s mouth as she walked past her and to the back bedroom where she stayed.

    Ev’s eyes had closed as her Mother landed her final blow for the night and as they fluttered open once she heard the back bedroom door slam shut, she could feel the tears beginning to pool in her eyes. She knew not to believe anything her Mother said to her but the words still affected her nonetheless. A single tear slipped down her face and Ev shook her head before she set her duffle bag down and moved down the hallway towards the kitchen to grab a large black plastic bag to begin cleaning up the living room.

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    It was at least an hour and a half later when Ev was finally walking into her bedroom for the evening. She had managed to clean up the whole living room of all the trash her Mother had created while she was away. She had cleaned everything with disinfectant and made sure that all spills were wiped away. When she walked into her bedroom she flicked the light switch on and groaned softly as her muscles ached from all the cleaning she had done.

    Out of habit her head turned to her window and she spotted Peter’s bedroom window across and down the street from her window. She could see the bedroom light was still on and his silhouette was moving around in the room since his shade was pulled down across the window. Ev wondered idly what he was doing right now as she watched his silhouette move across the window again.

    Throwing down her duffle bag Ev moved over to her end table and grabbed her T.V. remote and turned the T.V. on before moving over to her dresser and pulled out her favorite pair of pajamas that she owned. She pulled the worn soft charcoal gray Midtown Tech shirt that she had bought freshman year and the blue short athletic mesh shorts that had a gold stripe running down the sides of it were quickly slipped up her legs. She then flopped into bed and began to watch the T.V. show that was playing on the screen. As she began to relax in her bed after the long day she had she quickly turned and flipped off the lights before fully relaxing into her mattress. Her eyes darted over to the window once more and noticed a dark shadow slipping out of Peter’s bedroom window. Furrowing her eyebrows Ev wondered what he was doing sneaking out of the house before her eyelids fluttered close and she slipped into a deep slumber.

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    It’s hours later that Ev is startled awake by something, she blinks blearily at her T.V. screen which is still showing late night sitcoms on the screen painting her bedroom in soft white and blue tones as the show plays on. She looks around her room sleepily wondering what had woken her before she turns to her side and begins to snuggle back into her bed. She’s about to close her eyes once more when there’s a sharp tapping at her side window that faces towards Peter’s house. 

    Eyes darting over to the window Ev almost lets out a scream in fear as she sees a dark shadow on the opposite side of her window. Her mouth drops open and she sucks in air to scream but is stopped as Peter’s voice rings out in the darkness.

    “Ev?! It’s me, let me in.” he calls to her soft enough to be heard by anyone else in the house. Ev in her blind confusion is up and out of her bed swiftly as she tosses her comforter off her body. She’s over at the window in seconds and is quickly throwing it open. Peter slips into the bedroom a moment later and Ev steps back allowing him room to move before she turns and flicks on her bedside lamp.

    “Oh my god! Peter!” she cries softly when she turns and gets a good look at him. “What the hell happened?!” she asks outraged now as she stares at his bruised and bloodied face. He’s sporting a right black eye and his bottom lip is split and puffy, there’s other bruises and cuts along his jaw and chin that make her think that he got into an uneven street fight.

    “The other guys look worse.” he says softly as a joke and Ev shoots him a glare that has him sighing softly. Her mind is racing as she holds a hand up to him before turning rushing out of the room. She’s walking back into her bedroom with the first aid kit in hand when she spots him sitting on the side of her bed and she gets a good look at him. He’s wearing his signature jacket and hoodie combo, but when she walks around her bed to stand in front of him she sees that he’s also wearing a black faded Ramones shirt, black jeans, and a beanie. Ev’s eyes dance along the beanie before tilting her head to the side and smirks softly. It’s her beanie that he’s wearing. She lets that fact slide for a moment as pulls her desk chair over to the edge of the bed and sits in before opening the first aid kit.

    “Please tell me you didn’t go out looking for Uncle Ben’s killer.” she pleads softly as she readies a cotton swab with Hydrogen Peroxide before looking up at him. Peter’s eyes are dancing around the room and not looking at Ev and she knows instantly that’s exactly what he did. She sighs softly before reaching forward and resting her cast against his cheek and turning his face towards her so that she can dab the cotton swab against his lip. Peter jerks back with a hiss and Ev shoots him a glare.

    “That hurts.” Peter whines softly and Ev rolls her eyes at him.

    “It wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t go out looking for trouble.” Ev snipped at him and Peter sighed softly at her words.

    “Ev.” he said softly and Ev began shaking her head in protest.

    “No, no. Peter, you are a teenager. Who is unarmed. The guys you’re fighting are bigger, stronger, and who knows what they’re carrying.” she said furiously as she glared heatedly at him. “You are putting yourself in danger for what?! Let the police do their jobs.” she snapped at him as she continued to dab at his cuts. Peter sighed softly before he grabbed her hands and pulled them away from his face.

    “Ev, I have these new abilities that yeah they’re weird but they make me stronger and faster. I can’t just let this slide. I have to do my part to help others.” he said softly trying to convince her.

    “And who are you helping by going out and hunting for Uncle Ben’s killer?” she asked bitterly and Peter blinked at her silently for a moment before ducking his head. “That’s what I thought.” she said angrily. “I don’t agree with this. I think it’s too dangerous. You’re going to get hurt by doing this. And no offense I think that’s awfully selfish of you.” she said primly as she stuck her nose up into the air.

    “What do you mean?” he asked confused as his brow furrowed as his eyes danced across her face.

    “Who’s going to be there for me and Aunt May when you go get yourself killed?” she asked with finality that made Peter gasp. “I’ve been there for you and Aunt May for the past few weeks, but when you get hurt or worse who’s going to be there for us?” she asked angrily. Tears began to pool in her eyes once more and Ev huffed softly as she stood from her chair and began to gather the cotton swabs she had used.

    “I need to do this.” Peter said solemnly as he stayed sitting on her bed with his back to her. “Either you help me or you don’t but Uncle Ben said I have a responsibility to help those around me if I have the power to do so. And I do have the power to help those around me.” Peter spoke as he stood from the bed. Ev turned to stare at him incredulously from across her room and for once she felt the distance between the two of them as they stared at each other. Both on opposite sides of a situation for once. “It’s like helping Gordon when Flash starts beating on him.” Peter tries to convince her, making her scoff at him.

    “This is next level to that Pete. It’s not the same. What you did tonight could have ended far worse than it did. You’re lucky.” she said as she shook her head. Peter looked at her pleadingly with his eyes and Ev shook her head as she felt the tears begin to pool in her eyes again. “If you die I won’t be able to live with that.” she said softly as the tears fell down her face.

    Peter was instantly in front of her wrapping his arms around her cuddling her close as he shushed her softly. He gripped her tightly to his body and pressed his lips to the side of her head as he shushed her while she cried in his arms. Ev figured that her emotional sensitivity was high after her run in with her Mother but she couldn’t fathom her life without Peter in it.

    “I will be careful, I swear. After tonight I know I have to do this correctly. I have to learn how to fight, I have so many plans and I need your help. Please Ev, with you in my corner you’ll be able to keep tabs on me and it’ll make me be more careful.” he insisted. Ev knew just by looking up at him that he was dead set on doing this, he already had plans and ideas running through his head after tonight. She also knew that if she didn’t help him he would do it without her and she wouldn’t have any clue what he was doing as this vigilante he was creating. 

    Ev rested her forehead on his shoulder and sighed softly as she felt the tears begin to dry on her face. Peter’s hand that was on her back began to rub circles into the middle of her back and she melted against him. A blush crept up her cheeks as she realized how easily he could get her to agree to his crazy ideas.

    “Just please, please, if it’s too much you stop. I don’t care how stubborn you are. If it’s too much you stop.” She demanded of him in a soft serious tone. Peter was already nodding his head eagerly as his eyes widened at her acceptance.

    “Yes, yeah, of course. Of course I’ll stop. If it’s too dangerous or, or too much I’ll stop.” He promised softly still nodding his head. Ev chuckled softly as she spotted her beanie once again.

    “And we gotta get you a better costume. One that doesn’t make you look like a sketchy hobo.” She said with a twist of her lips. Pete stopped nodding his head for a moment and looked down at himself.

    “What? You don’t like the homeless chic look I got going?” He asked sarcastically and Ev chuckled at him.

    “You calling my beanies homeless chic?” She asked smirking at him. Peter’s eyes widened in the dim lighting of her bedroom as he quickly swiped the beanie from his head. He stared down into his hand at it before looking up at her with those endearing wide eyes and a soft blush dusting his cheeks.

    “I-I, sorry. I didn’t even realize.” He said as Ev shrugged her shoulders and began walking over to her bed.

    “No big deal Parker, I’m pretty sure I’ve got a few of your hoodies in my closet.” She said as she pulled her comforter back and began to climb into her bed. She didn’t see Peter gulp as his eyes darted over to her closet and then back to her. What she did see was Peter rushing over to tuck her into her bed before climbing out of her bedroom window with a wide excited grin on his face.

#Webhead Chronicles #my writing #the amazing spiderman #tasm peter parker x ofc! #tasm peter parker

[adiawaves]

Ten Years and Dreams of Reflections

i. Waking from dreams of rooms with too-yellow beige walls and bright, big windows, tall ceilings and humid corridors, the first thing I saw was our bedroom, the total opposite. My eyelids felt heavy, like I had them shut tight all night. Awake, I focused on slowing my breathing, and tried to remember who I was. The memory of dreams of full-on lies, cavalier disrespect, and adultery clouded my mind.

No, not adultery, per se. Or even, not adultery on it's own or of itself. That word sounds stale in my mouth like artificially sweetened coffee left to cool for way too long.

Your voice was so cold. The proof was all there. In the dream, I begged you to remember that you loved me once. I begged you to allow me to just take up a tiny bit of space, just this last time. I can support you, and if you still love me, I can even learn to be happy.

I am still hurt by that. Dream Me made myself small. I wonder if it is a sign that I am also doing that in my waking life.

It took a whole hour to convince myself when I woke up that it was just a dream. That the feelings that I felt were real but the triggers were not. That the tightness in my chest shouldn't have a home. I cry silently while taking in sharp breaths and centering my thoughts.

I couldn't really explain it to you but you tried your best to reassure me.

ii. Laying in a field of thick, slightly browned grass, I look over, the sun blinding me as it stretches its arms around the world. Your face is in shadow but I can tell that you're smiling at me. I realize this isn't real--but the warmth of the air soothes and melts my muscles which have been frozen for so long. You roll over into me and grab me everywhere, sweetly kissing and attentively touching all over. I feel at home with you close to me. Our bodies start to meld with the sun's rays. The sweat on my chest feels like cooling water as you fuck me. I'm nestled into a slow and happy, ecstatic peace.

iii. My body feels overall uneasy... like I've been slowly and lovingly filled to the brim over a long period of time and then emptied quickly, abruptly, all of a sudden. The herb and seed inside me is no longer there. This thought hits me then sticks with me for many years. In fact, this year will make ten and I've never forgotten that emptiness, loneliness, and twinge of despair from that day in the operating room. I still see the ceiling panels painted with a cheerful, bright scene of hot air balloons rising to the sky. I always thought that for my first child I'd go for an aviation theme for the nursery, air planes and hot air balloons, clouds and visions of the skies above. The deepest marrow of my bones loves that little one, even today. I imagine him looking down at me, like a brown speck in a hot air balloon, and the only thing I can make out from that distance is a little hand, waving goodbye to me as he floats on.

I still remember that empty ball of black space showing on the ultrasound scan screen. I tried not to think of it, and yet it remains. Home, I break away from the only other person who can relate to my intense sadness and sudden loss. I neglect their needs and attend to my own. In a confused daze, I run through the fields asking out loud, over and over, "Where has it gone, where has it gone, where has it gone...where? Why has it gone away?"

No one answers my sobbing whispers, how can they? How would they know? They probably wondered to themselves why I even bothered asking.

I tilt my face to the sky, imagining picture-perfect clouds painted across it. I see a hot air balloon with a little brown person, just a speck in a sea of clouds, waving down at me. I breathe in, exhale, and wave back.

iv. What is loneliness? I often think of it being the depth of space between social expectations and the reality of your relationships. It can come on abruptly but lately I have been feeling it creep in slowly.

I cleared out an old drawer and came across my previous journals. Hopes of ten years ago seem small in comparison to today, and yet I was dealing with so much at the time. I'm proud of myself for working through it. In the pressure of those years, my many selves have grown so much. They have changed and flourished like roots underground. As I sit on browned grass in the open sun, I wonder how those roots have poked through with leaves that embrace me, make me whole and feel loved.

I breathe in the same air as in my dreams, feel my feelings and exhale with an overall sense of warmth as the clouds float away overhead.

#theta wave journal #writing #prose #spilled ink #might delete idk

[miascolta]

it’s been a while

hi. it’s been a while. im sorry i haven’t written. its currently 4:19am on june 12, 2022. to be honest, i feel like ive been on autopilot for a while now. kind of just going through the motions. addicted to screens and comparison to lives that aren’t mine. neglecting myself and and trying to feel whole with people and opinions that dont matter. its funny reading back on these because i was such a deep and insightful like, 16 year old. and i really enjoyed this writing stuff. and i feel like ive let go of a lot of parts of myself and i dont really know who i am these days. in some ways i really do, like i feel so good about my career path i am on. it makes me so proud and happy that im going to be helping people and potentially changing lives with what i do. it feels surreal. and im so grateful for that. but a constant theme in my life has been not feeling good enough. and ive felt those feelings creep in alot recently. im trying my best to push them away but its tough. kinda goes along with my constant theme of feeling like i dont belong. it made me sad reading my posts earlier saying “why am i no ones favorite person?” “why dont i have a personality people love?”  i was so broken and searching for approval and validation, but im thankfully in a place where that validation comes from myself. i definitely still struggle with validation but i dont so much feel like i dont belong somewhere. because i know if im helping kiddos or people in general with their mental health, ill always belong. that sad and broken 16 year old hannah, and 18 year old, and 23 year old, she’ll always belong to the people i am able to help because ive been there and ive felt what theyve felt. 

i guess what im trying to say is im okay. but im also really not.

been really grieving death lately and its hitting me pretty rough, the death of cooper brought up alot of shit about overdose , and its like, ive been facing addiction since i was 17. ive been mourning the loss of people since i was 17 bc of fucking drugs. max, niko, adam, tristan, benny, shelby, pat, lil evil, aleah, christy...it just feels like it never ends. the pain doesnt end but i can work on how i heal from it and what i learn from it. and how i show up for people. and myself. 

love ya. be good. until next time baby. <3

[foxx-queen]

the real villain of father brown is lord montague

#father brown #felicia montague #like im sorry was i supposed to be happy with the way that episode ended??? #was i supposed to see him saying he loved her in front of everyone as a sign hes suddenly gonna treat her well #because hes not #hes not gonna change his ways it was entirely performative #and u know what felicia looked so sad at the end like that was not the face of a woman who's happy to be reunited with her husband #thats her listening to what hes saying and going oh ive heard this before #oh hes saying the reason we drifted was not being able to have children (something that was undoubtedly 'her fault') #when really whats bothered her the most is the neglect #and shes right she shouldn't have had to say that she was unhappy because it was so obvious #like we saw one episode of them together and he was the worst?? #and the wHOLE show has had him being the worst he's either neglectful completely absent attempting to buy her affection OR #LITERALLY ALMOST LOSING THEIR HOME?? #with bad investments or gambling!! which she had to pay to fix !! #and that was handwaved!! #when she was like i have to tell u about things ive done and he hand waved and it was clearly meant to be oh dw about the affairs #when really its just him seeing an opportunity to be ilke 'oh lets not talk about how bad ive been in the past' #anyway felicia deserves a gf thanks fo rcoming to my ted talk

[threepointseven]

hey i was wondering maybe if you could do a scenario where ayato has been busy again and the reader has become insecure that he’s tired of them and the reader starts to distance themselves from him and they resolve their problems in the end. dont feel pressured to it though, much love

When you think he doesnt love you anymore

🌺summary!🌺- theyve been so busy lately that you become insecure and you think theyre tired of you.

Type- scenario 🍄+HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= Aether x gn! Reader, Ayato x gn! Reader

Note🍀= HEYAAAA I WENT A LITTLE OVERBOARD ON AYATOS ONE BECAUSE IDK HES JUST BEEN WUITE FUN TO WRITE FOR LATELY BUT BYE I HOPE I GOT THIS CORRECT!

Genshin masterlist

💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Ayato

Ayato is a busy man and he made sure to tell you that before you two became anything. You reassured him you could handle it, that youd encourage him and wait for his arrival.

But how long has it been since you last had a proper conversation with your boyfriend Ayato? Since the vision hunt decree had suddenly been abolished by the Shogun the Yashiro commission was beyond swamped with paperwork and meetings.

He tried his best to give you a few kisses before he had to go to work but they werent enough of course.

His absence felt more than just ‘absence’, his pecks felt nothing more than hollow and soon enough even they stopped. And with each and every day of not seeing him your insecurities soared. Was it your appearance? Was it your personality? Were you possibly embarrassing to have as a lover?

And god, you couldnt stop them. Not after seeing him have to meet with such impressive people, not after only getting his hollow kisses while his work gets every percentage of his attention.

“Ah! Ayato? Your home? Oh thats rare..! How are you hone-“

“Uh not right now y/n.”

the man said before he dashed away from you. From that day onward your thoughts were on a chokehold by your insecurities. You started distancing yourself from ayato, after all.. he was gonna break up with you anyways right?

His work is much more important and you understood that, so you simply waited, running away from the area if you caught a glimpse of the clueless man.

Even when his work started to die down. Your only assumption was that Ayato, the man you thought youd spend your life with was going to break up with you. Atleast the moment he actually had some time to himself.

It was a Saturday after a short meeting, finally, a day Ayato could actually spend some time with you.

“A y/n~! Darling how ive missed you.”

Good gods there were hearts in his eyes, but all you could hear was empty praise. In a whim of sadness you excused yourself so you wouldnt cry infront of him

Maybe he saw the tears brimming but he chased after your now sobbing figure. Stopping you from running any further by taking a firm grip of your wrist and facing you.

“y/n? Whats wrong hm? Missed me that much~?”

“Why are you trying to act so kind… if your tired of me just end it and leave..!”

you raised your voice slightly and the man was frozen, wide eyed.

“I— y/n i know that i have been unimaginably busy. But me? Tired of you..? I love you more than anything in the world—“

“… it just sounds so fake! You sound so tired of me so sick of me! Im sorry if cant be your ideal lover… and i know your work is far more important than me but please.. dont lead me on if your just…”

he felt ashamed, guilty that he and his focus on work is the reason your sobbing a storm.

As you sobbed loudly he pulled you into a delicate hug, one filled with love spilling out that he had to keep in all those weeks.

“I love you y/n, im beyond sorry for being so terribly busy. I see that i was neglecting you. Im not tired of you, i could never be. If you’d spare me one more chance to be a lover who has all the time in the world for you, i promise id meet your expectations. I never want to make you cry like this again.”

it was a shock, seeing him ask for another chance when you were the one thinking he was tired of you. You hugged him back as tight as you could, burying your head into his shoulder and all you could let out was a few sniffles

“I missed you.… you were so busy..”

the day was filled with cuddles kisses and love, his lips were on your temple each second while you spent that day in his arms. He’ll coo praises about yourself into your ear while he combs through your ear, apologizing profusely for his behavior those last weeks.

get ready for him to be clingy for the next week btw!! He refuses to spend too much time at work and if he has to he’ll 100% put up a fight.

He loves u sm and the fact you thought he was sick of you cause he was that busy? He thought of his work as his arch nemesis for a second there..

Aether

Aether will always be a busy fellow, but he somehow always managed to make time for you, and your ever so grateful. Usually he has to hop from 1 city to another but he never fails to write letters to you or give you extra attention the night before leaving.

You know he’s swamped with work and it makes you feel terribly guilty when you suddenly feel that sense of insecurity and longing after hes been gone for so long. You havent even had the time to touch him, even his letters seem rushed and forced!

Maybe you were just clingy, but god you missed him. And you felt so scared, so insecure about yourself. Was it you? That thought kept spiraling in your head as you stared at the short plain letter aether had sent you. You couldnt help how worried you were, how scared you were for your relationship. Had he grown tired of you already? Of course he did! He’s that one traveller that saved the nations after all! Theres no way he’d actually love someone like you. No way..

You couldnt help the tears that fell each time you got a letter and soon enough you stopped responding completely, 100% sure that aether was gonna break up with you any time soon now.

You missed him so much, even when he got back to the city you were in you just felt so far from him. You watched as he got greeted so royally by citizens and ignored you cause he had work to do with officials.

Even when he got back, he was always out doing commissions, barely able to give you a soft kiss on the cheek. He said “i love you” every morning yet you never got anything other than that. Were you really still his lover?

No amount of convincing from your mind could help how abandoned you felt, at that point you thought it was just a matter of time till the blonde traveller cut ties with you, he was tired of you.

Out of pure impatience you tried to look for him to talk about it

“Aether..! Could we talk..?”

“Ah— uhm im sorry sweetheart but im busy-“

“P-please! Please…”

you couldnt help those little tears of hopelessness that were gonna fall down your face, his work really is more important than you.

“uhm.. y/n… hey.. whats the matter?”

you took a hold of his hand and gripped it tightly with tears in your eyes

“Do you even love me anymore…”

“Huh—? W-what do you mean of course i love you baby-“ it still felt fake, even after he cupped your cheeks and pressed his forehead against yours

“‘M sorry i cant be someone your proud to date. Im sorry.. i know your sick of me..”

“Hey..! Hey dont say that y/n i love you to pieces, im not tired of you!”

“But… youve been so busy, i barely get to see your face! Are we even lovers anymore aether?”

your tears fell onto aethers chest as he pulled you into him, placing a kiss on your head as he tried to explain himself.

“I know… I’m sorry… im sorry I really am.. it was a terrible thing to do.. i put work over you and it was dumb of me.. please forgive me.. im not tired of you. I love you and ive missed you..”

with a blush and a stammer he placed one last kiss on your forehead before looking into your eyes with slightly misty irisis

How were you supposed to just leave..? His big doe eyes and his hands cradling your cheeks.

“I thought you got tired of me..”

you sniffled before burying your head into his shoulder, the hug gladly reciprocated by aether

Aether shooes paimon away for the weekends and ignores literally every commission, he wants to spend time with you, he wants you to realize he loves you more than the sun!

He sucks up his nervousness 100% and just lets you hug him, cuddling you and snuggling into you for the rest of the day while you to make up for the days without eachothers touch.

“I know your a busy person you dont have to do this.. you have your sister to find and stuff”

“If im finding my sister i wanna make sure its with you y/n, i apologize for being so caught up in commissions..”

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #ayato x y/n #ayato x you #ayato x reader #genshin ayato #ayato genshin impact #aether genshin impact #aether x you #aether x male reader #genshin aether x reader #aether x y/n #aether x reader #aether x gender neutral reader

[angelictrl]

Hi! Can I request some hcs for the brothers + undateables taking care of a gn!MC while they're in hospital? (I'll leave the reason they're in hospital up to you) Thanks!!

DEMON BROS TAKING CARE OF AN MC IN THE HOSPITAL.

ofc !! i'm going to write the undateable ver. and link it here later since this got longer than i thought it would if you don't mind <3

LUCIFER

tries to be there for you but can't stop himself from drowning in his work.

don't get me wrong - he most certainly is attentive to your needs and visits you often - but he still puts all the blame on himself no matter the cause for you being put in the hospital.

this is because it reminds him of when he and his brothers fell.

not only did he have to get accustomed to the devildom, but he had to suffer the loss of his sister, deal with his new demonic form, and raise satan all while being diavolo's righthand man.

so naturally, being the eldest and also the one who started the great celestial war, he always felt at fault for how things turned out; although he'd rather die than say it aloud.

you being put in the hospital makes him feel like he failed you, he failed to save you, failed to protect you, even if he hides it with a poker face and instead drowns in his work.

please - this is one of the only times you'll see a vulnerable luci.

cupping his face tenderly with your hands as he sits by your bedside late at night, he refuses to cry, but definently has a gloomy expression.

he can't lose you too. he cant fail you.

as soon as you're discharged though, he makes sure to keep you by his side more often.

late night office dates, anyone?

he'll hold you close and try to be slightly more affectionate in public.

this whole scenario has reminded him just how mortal you are, and he hates that someone who's just as angelic as you is trapped inside of a fragile and weak body.

MAMMON

clingy asf

probably the first one to find out mc's in the hospital.

he's downright upset at first. normally he's attached to your hip, so the one time he leaves you alone, ya wind up in the hospital? he knew you were too much of a fragile human to be left alone!

he refuses to let anyone near you as you recover - besides the doctors and nurses, of course, but even then he eyeballs them to make sure they're being gentle with you.

he goes on a rant/lecture about how you're just some weak human who needs him by your side and how you shouldn't have gone off on your own, but as soon as you frown or pout while averting your gaze, his whole demeanor flips.

he's just really worried about you.

he's a big tsundere, yes, but he cares so much about you and he's not sure how to convey his emotions as he's never felt this way about anyone before.

"h-hey, i'm not mad at ya. just... i'm your first. no, i don't care if i'm in the middle of a scheme, i'll always make time for ya... so don't go off alone, okay?!"

buys you tons of gifts before and after you've left the hospital

definitely won't leave you alone for the first few weeks of being discharged

really, he's clinging onto you like you have more value than goldie

and truly, he wouldn't admit it, but you do.

LEVIATHAN

probably gets told by one of his brothers since he's hiding out in his room as per usual.

first, he almost summons lotan in anger to get revenge for mc if they got hurt by someone, but whether that is or isn't the case, he soon calms down once he recognizes something.

this is just like the 78th episode of TSL he was watching when the lord of shadows returns the favor to henry for helping him through his familial problems by taking care of him!!

well then. now levi's been inspired to be the best lord of shadows he can for his henry.

oh, and i guess he'll do it anyways because he cares about mc's wellbeing to begin with or wtv... /s

nonetheless, snek boi brings a bunch of games, movies, and mangas to mc as he camps out in their hospital room with them.

you better be prepared to binge watch all of TSL and fall asleep to whatever sounds are coming from his game beside your bed - not that you have much of a choice, anyways.

his brothers probably try to pull him away from you as he's clingy boy #2 and staying up having gaming marathons can't be good for your recovery, so you can bet your little human butt you're going to find yourself staying in levi's room for a couple of days after you've left the hospital.

definently places ruri-chan or any other anime-related stickers on your casts (if you have any) or cheeks to cheer you up.

bonus: he totally tries to sneak in henry 2.0 to keep you company when he can't be there and if he succeeds, he relies on henry to give him reports of your health.

SATAN

pissed if someone else landed you in the hospital. nearly goes on a rampage and his brothers just barely manage to stop him.

probably one of the best people to keep you company once he calms down, though.

definitely visits you at the same hour everyday to bring you books he suggests you read.

if you're not up for reading any, he'll suggest reading them to you, or suggest something else entirely different.

stays overnight a couple times with an audiobook playing in the background or with an open book on his chest.

doesn't mind falling asleep in weird positions anyways considering the way his room is set up.

watches detective dramas late at night when you're asleep like a dork lol

definitely watches cute cat compilations with you if you're feeling down for any particular reason and will stroke your hair to calm you down.

10/10, soft satan is best satan <3

ASMODEUS

probably screams tbh

that can't be good for your skin!! all that stress on top of being sick/hurt is going to make you break out!!

practically dashes to visit you with skin care & beauty products although you're advised not to use them by your doctors atm

asmodeus has never been so salty.

though, he is concerned about your overrall being.

it honestly scares him how much he cares about you. especially in this state because he's never cared so much for anyone else other than his brothers or himself in a long time.

most likely to cry (besides mammon) if you cry since he already has tears stinging his eyes.

he starts neglecting his own nightly routines to stay overnight with you.

if you start to point it out or ask him why he's doing this, he'll just sit there in astonishment processing your words.

you matter so much to him? like, duh, of course he's going to be here, why wouldn't he? he doesn't care about anything else other than you and your recovery right now and-

oh.

you matter... more than him... to him...?

...ya broke him.

when you're asleep, he watches you silently for a change, caressing your cheek delicately with soft eyes focused on your relaxed features.

he gets a strange feeling in his chest - and not like the ones he gets from excitement over his quick hookups - no, no, this one is a foreign feeling. it's, dare he say, euphoric.

BEELZEBUB

just like lucifer, he feels guilty.

he already lost lilith. he can't lose you too.

he probably needs more reassuring that you're going to be okay than you do, honestly.

he plops down onto the couch in your room and intensely stares at your sleeping form as he stress eats.

on a funnier note, he has the nurses doing laps around the hospital bringing him food and he says "it's for mc" to them, but we all know who it's really for.

he's the softest he's ever been with you.

you thought he was a teddy bear before? he's practically made of stuffing by now.

when you're sad, he wants to reassure you, but you look so sickly and frail that he holds you like your glass.

please reassure this behemoth of a man that you're going to be okay, he really loves you and wouldn't forgive himself if he made things worse.

most definitely takes you out to a restaurant to treat you once you've fully recovered.

BELPHEGOR

he already beats himself up over the attic thing, so if anyone had hurt you enough to put you into the hospital, his anger would probably rival the avatar of wrath and they'd go missing.

squeezes himself onto your bed to cuddle you while being mindful of your iv.

if that doesn't work, well, then he just drapes himself over your legs. he's gonna find a way to be with you, and you can't stop him (y'know, unless you flat out tell him or look like you're uncomfortable).

if all else fails, he settles for mushing his cheek against one arm propped against your bedside as his other hand is occupied holding yours.

he's pretty much like one of those therapy cats LMAO

lots n lots of sleepy cuddling. after all, rest is essential for your recovery, right?

when you two can't sleep, you have movie nights bingewatching the worst rated movies and shows in the devildom and the two of you go cinema sins on them.

v clingy after you get discharged and holds you noticeably tighter to his chest.

"stop doing stupid things that could kill you, you idiot."

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The Past Can Break You - 3

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: 

--

Bucky tried for several hours to try and get you to open the door. You ignored him, not wanting to see him because you were so angry with him. He promised he would change and make more time for you, and then he leaves you in the middle of sex for her! Dot is his priority, as far as you’re concerned. You roll your eyes as you think about the “trauma” she had. You know she is using their past to manipulate him, and he is being stupid and letting her. Well now he must face the consequences for his actions. 

You stare up at the ceiling of your old room as you again, for the millionth time, hear the knock and pleads of your boyfriend from the other side of the door. “Please, baby. Open up. I’ll let you scream at me, you can even hit me. I know I deserve it. Just let me see you, please,” he begs.

God this is getting pathetic, you thought. You sigh and figure it’s time to give him an earful and some food for thought. You walk over to the door and unlock it, before opening it to reveal Bucky looking disheveled. He still has no shirt on, just his sweats from last night.

“What could you possibly want me to say to you, Bucky? You obviously made your choice in this. You are allowing Dot to manipulate you to keep you away from me. She wants you back, and it’s completely obvious. You say you want to prioritize me, but you prioritized her! I’ve tried to be calm and understanding to what she is going though, but enough is enough!” you yell, causing Bucky to flinch.

He opens his mouth to speak but you continue, “Ever since she found out that we are dating, she has made it her sole mission to separate us. Do you even care that your actions are killing me? Do you even care that I have cried myself to sleep so many times at night that I forgot how to fall asleep without crying? Do you even care that you are shattering my heart with your actions?!” you yell as tears fall down your face.

Bucky now has tears falling as well as he takes in your words. He didn’t realize just how bad he had made the situation. He needed to fix this. He couldn’t lose you. You were the best thing that has ever happened to him, and he can’t believe that has been so stupid. He walks up and wraps his arms around you, allowing you to cry in his chest. He buries his face in your neck and cries also.

You don’t know how long you have been standing in your doorway crying, but after some time you pull away. Bucky looks at you with sad eyes, “Tell me it’s not too late for me to fix this. I-I don’t want to lose you,” he says in a raspy voice.

You sigh and look down, “I think I need some time to think about things. You need to figure out where your priorities lie. I’ll stay in here for a bit until I’m ready and then we can talk, okay?” you ask.

It breaks your heart to see the distraught nature of Bucky’s face at your words, but you need him to understand how his actions have made you feel. He nods and quickly pulls you into a hug and then slots his lips on yours in a heated kiss. When you pull away he looks you dead in the eyes, “I’m going to make this right. I am going to show you that you, and you alone are what I want and need. That you are my top priority. I promise,” he says.

As he turns and walks away, you can’t help but say, “Don’t make promises you might not be able to keep.”

Bucky stops and looks at you sadly. He really messed up. He finally turns away and walks back to your shared room, that he will now live in alone. When he closes the door he slides down to the ground and openly sobs. How could he be so stupid. How could he not see what was happening. Now he might lose the love of his life because of his past. 

--

Dot is sitting in her room, feeling rather victorious. She overheard your argument with Bucky, and knows that now that you are separating yourself from Bucky, she will have a better chance to win him back. She sighs at the thought of having her love back with her. She was surprised that he didn’t take her back immediately, as she was his first love. Yes, ok so it was like 80 years ago, but I mean the fact that they were both together after all this time, must be fate.

Suddenly her door opens and shows the man she has been thinking about. Dot looks up and smiles, “Hey Jamie! What’s wrong?” she asks, deciding to pretend she is innocent and knows nothing. Always worked with guys. So easy.

“We need to talk, now,” Bucky says, anger evident in his voice. 

Dot’s smile disappears. She figured he would be upset, but not angry, and not at her. “What’s going on?” she asks with a furrow of her brow.

“This is over, Dot. Whatever you are trying to do, it’s done. I know you are dealing with a lot, but you need to start figuring it out for yourself. I am done putting you before Y/N,” he says.

Dot can’t help but roll your eyes. “Oh is she upset with you again Jamie? I mean I understand being slightly threatened by our past, but she obviously doesn’t trust you. If she can’t trust you, then she isn’t good enough for you. Maybe it’s time for you to cut your loses and return to me,” Dot said.

“She has every reason to be upset! I’ve neglected her! I just want to know... are those panic attacks that you have even real,” he asks.

Dot feigns being offended, “How dare you! Of course they are! Look at all I have gone through! I volunteer for something back in the 40′s and wake up in 2020′s. There is a lot of thoughts and feelings I feel and I don’t know how to process them! Is she saying I am lying?”

“I am saying you are lying. You always seem fine when we are together, but the moment I go to my girlfriend you start freaking out. You are trying to keep me away from her,” Bucky says, his voice raising.

“I feel comfortable with you, Jamie! I love you! Of course I feel better when you are near! It’s not my fault you tried to move on! But tell me this, if you don’t love me like you did, and you love her, why then did you constantly leave your girl for me? You obviously are still in love with me! So dump the girl and let’s be together!” Dot yelled.

“You’re crazy! Seriously you are delusional! You use me being a good friend and a gentleman against me to separate me from the woman that I truly love. Well it stops now! You need to get your ass in gear because it will take me nothing to turn you out of the compound to fend for yourself. If Steve and I can make it work, so can you. And your trauma is nothing compared to what we have gone through. So get yourself together and figure your life out. I am done playing these games with you!” Bucky says before leaving Dot’s room.

Dot sat there stunned at the last outburst. If Bucky thinks that she will go down without a fight to the death for him, then he doesn’t know her at all. Dot always gets what Dot wants. No matter the cost.

--

Bucky knocked on Natasha’s door, trying to calm himself down from his conversation with Dot. Nat opened the door and immediately tried to close it, “Nat please! I need your help,” Bucky begged.

She rolled her eyes and allowed him in. He sat there and told her everything about what happened last night, and this morning with Y/N and Dot. Natasha smacked him upside the head at least 4 times for being dumb. When he was done explaining everything he looked sadly at Natasha, “So will you help me? I have a plan that will allow Y/N the time she asked to think, while also showing her that she is my priority. She is the love of my life. Please?” Bucky begged.

Nat knew how much you and Bucky loved each other. She knew how happy you both were, so she agreed to help. Bucky laid out the plan to Nat and they both agreed to set it in motion. Bucky felt better already. He told off Dot, got your best friend to help him, and now all he needed was to win you back. He hoped he wasn’t too late.

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Chapter 2 / Chapter 4

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[21.57] mafia!wooyoung × reader

⇀ nothing's as concerning as wooyoung's 180° change, it's all or nothing for him. And you ? You just became his everything.

⇁ tw : violence, mafia life

⇁ part. 1 / 2 / 3

⇁ disclaimer : the author does not support any and all criminal/illegal acts. the narrative written in this story is purely fiction out of the author's imagination. the things written here does not portray real mafia life nor is the author aware of how the mafia life is like. the author is a hermit loser.

Five days went by and you still haven't regained consciousness and Wooyoung had not left your side for even one second.

Neglecting not only his duties but also his own well-being. He wouldn't leave you for a single second, afraid that if he does, someone might come in and finished you off. So he had San be on standby in the guest room, taking his place for when he needs to shower or go for a bathroom break. Said man even attempted to spoon-feed Wooyoung when he found out that his friend had denied the food his house staff brought to him, to which Wooyoung finally gave in and feed himself after San tied him up in his chair and threaten to feed him mother bird style.

When Yeosang came back in the day after you were first found, Wooyoung almost stab one of the nurses when he tried to take you to get checked.

"Seriously? I brought my machines and staff here and literally, within the first 2 minutes here, there are no signs of gratitude and you almost injured one of my staffs? Are you freaking high again?" Yeosang nagged after pulling the petrified nurse to the side.

Honestly, Wooyoung felt bad for scaring the man, but he had to hold onto you no matter what. You have to be within his peripheral vision because the last time he (stupidly) let (drove; shove) you out of his sight (turned all cctvs off which then directly caused you to get kidnapped), he almost didn't get the chance to regret what he did (and said) to you.

But Wooyoung wasn't gonna let other people know that he has remorse. Heck no.

He's the Jung family head mafia and there isn't anyone allowed to know how he's actually like.

Except you.

Right after you wake up.

So instead of letting Yeosang's staffs take you away, Wooyoung swooped you in his deceptively strong arms and put you on the gurney.

Once he's sure that you're secured, he looked at Yeosang and his staffs with narrowed eyes, "no offense, man, but I don't trust any of them," Wooyoung then look to his men who's stationed by his door, "get their details and do thorough background checks on them," he said before pushing the gurney down, forcing Yeosang to personally help him.

He made sure that his men were stationed at every entrance, ran background checks on every staff that entered his place, heck even put out a curfew for everyone including his visiting friends.

"Dude, you gotta get out of here, you look like a zombie," San said as he entered the room, walking towards Wooyoung who had moved his desk closer to the bed where you lied motionless. He slightly cringed when he saw the needles that poked through the skin of your hand.

Without looking up from his work, Wooyoung sighed and shook his head, "she could wake up any second, I wanna be here when she does" he muttered, eyes flitting to your form on the bed for a second.

San approached his friend, leaning both hands on the table, "Wooyoung, you missed 3 important meetings, 2 briefings, and you haven't delegated workloads other than security details for your own place, the organization will be in shambles soon," he said sternly.

Hearing facts behind his words irked Wooyoung, he knew about the current vulnerability in his organization because he's only been taking care of you since you came back to him. He didn't want to be reminded of his previous neglect.

He was about to tell San off when suddenly a voice chimed in.

"You should go do your job, Wooyoung," you called, coughing a little from scratchy throat.

It took him some time to fully realize that you had woken up after five days. He immediately run to your side and help you sit up, ordering San to get you a glass of water.

Once your throat had been soothed by the water, Wooyoung held your hand in his, kissing the back side of it multiple times to express how glad he is, "thank God you woke up, I-I don't know what I'd do if you don't," he choked, feeling tears start to brim on his eyes.

You initially didn't pull away from his touch nor his affection, maybe it's the fact that you had just woken up, maybe you think you're hallucinating, because the Jung Wooyoung you knew would never talk to you or treat you like this.

Though it hurts, you pulled your hand away from his grip, cringing a bit, "F-funny you say that, last time we spoke you said you wanted me dead," you muttered bitterly at him.

Sensing that this is a personal conversation, San slipped away before hearing anything else.

Wooyoung stared at you with sad eyes, "No, baby, I would never," he reached forward, trying to take your hand in his once again. But you scooted further into the bed, your eyes started watering, "liar," you choked out, "you said you've been planning my assassination since the beginning and you wanted to go through with it,"

"I-I did, didn't I? I can't deny I've said that to you, but please, losing you was the hardest thing that ever happened to me-"

"Well what about me!?" You exclaimed, cutting him off, surprising him at the tone you used.

By now tears had streamed down your face, your hands were clutching the blanket on your lap tightly as you began sobbing, "f-for a year, I've been nothing but understanding to you and your actions, I've done nothing but try to stay out of your way, all I asked in return was to be treated like a human being, but you couldn't even do that now, could you ? I even had to get kidnapped by whoever's after you for you to finally give half a fuck about me," you were choking the words out, your raw emotion evident with the way you speak.

Wooyoung never once seen this side of you, the side that is so raw and vulnerable. Sure, he'd occassionally hear your soft sobs through the en suite bathroom or came across your quivering figure in the gardens. But never once did you bore yourself to him like this.

Despite knowing that you might push him away, Wooyoung climbed into bed as quick as he can and enveloped you tightly in his arms.

At first you tried pushing him off with all your strength, not wanting to be comforted by him. But he held on, he knew his way around people's movement so using his knowledge against you was an easy feat.

It took you a while, you still struggled for a bit but you eventually gave in, letting his arms wrap around you and tucking your head under his chin. By now you had somehow situated between his legs, him carefully minding the IV on your right hand as he pulled you in deeper (as if it's possible).

"I know that I don't deserve it, heck, I deserve nothing from you after putting you in hell like that, but I sincerely apopogize and I will do anything and everything I can in order to gain your trust and maybe..." he pulled back slightly and tilt your chin up so he can meet your gaze, "...we can go forth and build a relationship?"

Stranger things had happened in your life but this, by far, is the strangest. Never in a million years would you ever thought that you'd be able to see the great Jung Wooyoung blush like a high school girl. It's honestly cute.

But not as cute as when he bit his lips to prevent his mouth from tearing due to the large grin that bloomed on his face once you gave him a nod, agreeing to him after leaving him nervous for a solid 5 minutes.

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[kenmei]

-ˏˋ FOREVER N THEN SOME! ˊˎ-

♡ gn!reader x kozume kenma

cw: pinch of angst (to fluff !!!), romance, slice of life, crying, established relationship!au, timeskip!au

synopsis: in which he’s actually more traditional than he leads on

wc: 2000+

notes from mei!

ive had this idea rattling around my skull for the longest time

sixteen and a handshake. a standard, normal handshake, but still awkward.

you remember how his hand perfectly fit with yours—how his palms were searing hot as they met with your much colder ones.

you remember him, as a second-year, as the setter for the team you cheered for from the stands. you remember his flushed cheeks when you kissed him on the cheek for a first time, watching as his brain malfunctioned as the rosy hues on his face spread to his neck and the tips of his ears.

you remember him, as the captain, worn out and exhausted at your doorstep.

you recall how he slumped onto you, making you somewhat drag him to your room. half because he really was that tired, and half for his own amusement.

you know him. you know him a bit too well and it’s both a blessing and curse.

because you wonder if he’s finally grown out of it—of this.

looking at the empty spot beside you, you think that, perhaps, he really has—the signs are staring right at you. lately, you’ve been sleeping in a cold bed, waking up to yet again another empty penthouse as you figure he’s at the office again.

(you hope he’s at the office, at least).

texts replies are always hours apart. it seems like he’s been doubling up on streams. friday’s that have always been reserved for two since forever, have only had one person attending these past few weeks.

this is sad, your chest clenches dejectedly at yet another morning where it’s only you. looking around, a part of you wishes that kenma’s actually here, that any second now, he’s going to emerge from his game room, rubbing his eyes tiredly as he scratches his tummy.

because even if you both don’t talk as much as you used to, it’s enough for you simply when he’s present. it’s enough for you when he mutters a good morning, waddling past you to go make his coffee before sitting on the couch.

it’s enough for you when he’s here.

the absolute bare minimum can make you the happiest, but you wonder if even that is too much.

twenty-four and you’re still overthinking.

“just talk to him!” your friends say, but truly it isn’t that easy. even if you’ve both promised to be better at communicating, something about this whole situation makes communication feel so much more difficult.

“you’ve been together for so long, you both still aren’t married?” if you’re being honest, it does bother you sometimes and you wonder if maybe, you should just get on one knee instead.

but you don’t. you don’t because you and kenma already both live(d) like you’re married. you both still share(d) that dynamic of being a laid-back couple who deals with problems as they come.

you don’t think about marriage with him because it already feels right. you don’t mind not getting married and honestly, you’re pretty sure kenma isn’t that kind of guy.

you’re startled by someone poking the side of your head.

your head turns to see kenma, brows slightly furrowed as he analyzes you.

you shake your head, sitting up straight on the couch. “’what’s u—wait, aren’t you supposed to be streaming right now?”

kenma nods his head, plopping into the spot next to you. “ended early. chat was being rude today.”

your head bobs in understanding as you try to find words to piece together. he must be frustrated, you know a little bit about how difficult it can get as a streamer and you also know him, that if he doesn’t want to be near you or hear you, he simply wouldn’t be.

you smile slightly, “t—”

“why are you so tense?” he questions, leaning back. his eyes study you and you feel like hiding.

“’m not.” you defend, shrinking.

“you are.” he replies, “what’s wrong?”

you hum, grabbing a throw pillow and falling onto your side, opposite from him. “class was hard today. your paparazzi found me at the grocery store—”

“that happened last week.”

you groan, because fuck, you really can’t lie to him. he’s too good at getting you to open up, no matter how hard you resist it.

“it’s stupid.” you pout, covering your face with the pillow, already feeling your wound up emotions spiraling back up to the surface.

kenma’s hand lands on your legs, situating them over his lap. he pats the side your calves, humming. “talk to me.”

“what about you?” genuinely, you feel like right now isn’t the best time to talk about this. “you were just telling me about how your chat was being rude!”

“that can wait.” he replies, patient, like he’s always been. “something’s been bothering you, no?”

yes. you think. but i don’t wanna talk to you about it ‘cuz i’m scared.

“are you tired...” fuck, you think, because once again, he’s getting you to talk. “of—of me?”

he’s always been good at this. somehow always getting you to say whatever’s clogging up your mind. he reads you like an open book and you hate it, because even after all these years, it’s still scary.

it’s daunting, because he knows so much about you. if he wanted to, he could pick you apart all too easily, knowing exactly what buttons to push to make you break and that’s scary. it’s terrifying, even.

you feel his hand, as warm as they’ve always been, slide under the bottom of your loose pajama pants, warming up your ice cold skin.

and the feeling is weird, because you feel like you’re on fire, yet his hand is still so much warmer than you.

it’s comforting. you’ve both always been touch-starved and kenma knows this, he knows this as he traces small shapes on your calves, the hem of your pants riding up a bit.

“why would i be tired of you?” he mumbles, eyes moving to see your face is still very much covered with the pillow.

you shrug, leg twitching under his feathery touch. “you’ve been distant and stuff... i dunno.”

and it feels like he’s back at square one with you. kenma feels like an idiot for not realizing sooner, cursing himself for being so caught up with work (and something else) that he’s been neglecting you.

you’ve always been a bit of a crybaby, only him and your close friends know this.

he notes that you tend to cry even when you both have the smallest fights, and it’s something he’s used to.

so to know that you’re holding everything in, it makes his chest tighten.

“i’m sorry, angel.” he says, quiet. “work’s been busy.”

yes, work is busy. even if he finds it enjoyable, it can get taxing sometimes. but he’s also been looking around for something, something that he needs perfect.

“‘s okay.” you mumble and he knows he’s fucking up even more. “i just miss you.”

he tugs on the bottom of your shirt, “c’mere.”

you shake your head and he ponders on what to do.

because even now, even though you’ve both been together for so long that existing with the other is literally needed, there are times when you both get stuck—where existing together feels more complex than it should ever be.

“please,” he pleads softly, “i miss you.”

and if you’re not gonna come to him, he’ll come to you.

so he leans down, forcing you to hold a bit of his weight as he lays atop you. he pulls the pillow away, wiping the few tears away with his thumb.

he kisses your cheek.

twenty-four, you let yourself cry because you’ve missed him so much. seeing other in the evenings or exchanging a few short words doesn’t do it for you anymore, it never will.

another kiss, but on the other cheek. i’m sorry.

another for your forehead, then one more on your nose. i love you.

your hands cling to him and he smiles, caressing your hair. his head lays in the juncture of your neck, frequently wiping your tears with his thumb.

he makes you sit up, only because he wants to hold you.

with your back to his chest, his warm hand envelopes yours. he doesn’t make you face him, because he knows that wouldn’t make you feel comfortable. 

it’s only when he hears your crying subside, that he holds your chin, making you look him in the eyes.

“are we okay?” he mumbles, his lips so close to yours you can feel his breath.

it still gets to you. he still gets to you like you’re both still teenagers; your heart thumps in your ears, body burning because fuck, he’s really close to kissing your lips.

you nod, “’m sorry. didn’t wanna talk to you ‘cuz i was scared.”

his lips slot against yours and it’s gentle, your mind becomes fuzzy with a warmth only kenma can provide you. he chuckles when he pulls away, your lips chasing his.

“don’t worry about that,” he says softly, “i might’ve accidentally made it harder to approach me.”

you shake your head. “thought it was just my overthinking.” you fiddle with your fingers, “i didn’t wanna make a big deal out of it.”

“next time,” he says, “make a big deal out of it. you gotta talk to me, angel.”

you whine, feeling embarrassed because you’ve gotten this lecture from him so many times.

kenma sighs against your skin, wondering if now is the right time. it feels like a good time, but he doesn’t want to waste a special moment because of a good feeling.

“what’s wrong, ken?” you ask, tilting your head back onto his shoulder.

your eyes are red, you’re still sniffling every now and then.

he smiles, hand travelling to his pocket as he pulls out the ring, holding it in front of you. “this is why i was so busy. t—the box is in my gaming room, though, fuck—”

“is that—”

“w—wanna get married, y/n?” his whole face is red. you giggle at his shaking hand as you hold out your own (shaking) hand.

“yeah. i really wanna.”

and you’re crying again as he slips the ring on your finger. the diamonds sparkles at you and you can’t help but fawn over the ring as you sob.

“crybaby.” he mumbles, kissing your cheek. he nuzzles into your neck, arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. “i love you.”

and it’s here you realize that kenma is a lot more traditional than you thought. memories flood in of him always getting you to watch the first snow with him through his window, forcing you under the kotatsu with him as he shows you a new game he started playing.

eighteen. for your two year anniversary, he took you to a place with love locks. signing one off with you before throwing the key god knows where. and you remember thinking it’s weird, because the month before that, he was telling you stuff like that is kinda phony. 

nineteen. you recall him grumbling about getting into a yukata for the festival, but grumbling even more when you gave in and said you’d both attend in normal clothing, because he’s already halfway in the yukata, why would he change? (he just wanted to wear one with you).

twenty-two. his persistence to keep you awake to watch the sun rise on new years.

you realize kenma follows traditions more than you do and you chuckle.

giggling, you hold your hand out where the diamonds on your left ring finger shine happily, tilting your head to kiss him yet another time.

“i love you.”

change. you know your daily lives aren’t going to be much different, but you both like how your last name will be the same as his.

twenty-four. he proposes to you so casually that some might find it weird. but you both aren’t ones for big gestures. you know kenma loves you, it’s in the way he moves your hair out of your face as he asks you if he can still make it up to you.

and he knows you love him, when you laugh and tell him he already has—when you intertwine your fingers with his and kiss the top of his hand, kenma knows and you know, too.

forever it is.

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heyheyhey idk if u do req but love your dad tom stuff! PLZ PLZ do tom helping his kids with homework but cant do it and reader has to help and its all fluffy 😩💕

ye im down to do req and this had me going completely ott cos its v cute (and a lot less angsty than what ive written recently aha) so apologies for my ramblings:

Summary: tom has the kids for a day and maths homework throws a spanner in the works - tomhollandxreader

implied smut + v slight reference to porn but basically just fluff I promise xox

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Tom had dealt with a lot of whining today. Nova and Leo were the absolute joys of his life, there was no doubt about it. Of course, he also loved you a hell of a lot too - sometimes to his detriment though, hence the position he was in now. 

You’d had a busy week at work and he had been away for the first half of it - leaving you as an almost single mother to a 5 and a 7 year old. So completely fairly, you’d asked if he wouldn’t mind watching the kids for a the day on Sunday, allowing you to go to a friends baby shower. There was no answer but to agree, Tom loved quality time with the kids and he wanted you to kick back and relax with you friends too. 

However the afternoon had not been nearly as idealistic as it were supposed to be in his head. You had left him only one real job (apart from the unavoidable essentials of keeping the kids alive with food and water, something you’d hope he need not be reminded about now). Really it shouldn’t of been that hard, it was just each kid had two pieces of homework. After convincing and cajoling the kids into sitting at the table which he’d already set up with Nova’s ‘Liverpool FC’ and Leo’s ‘captain marvels’ pencil case, the English was easy. 

In fact 5 year old Leo took great joy out of writing a poem with his Dad, which basically involved trying to rhyme any word with another - especially when he tried to convince Tom that all his completely fictitious words were real and worked together. A personal favourite had been ‘snakes’ and ‘palakes’ which Leo was convinced meant pancakes - arguing so vehemently Tom almost started to doubt himself on basic English. 

Thankfully though his eldest and most sensibly child eventually took him out his misery. If anyone had any control over the Holland boys, Leo and Tom - it was the Holland girls. You and Nova had both boys completely under you spell, often taking advantage of the fact too. It was only when Nova got bored of hearing Tom and Leo mock arguing, interspersed with the little boys giggles that Tom tried his absolute hardest to keep a straight face at, that she swooped in.

“Stop being silly Leo, mummy told you he’s not good at school!” She looked oh so innocent, eyes immediately flicking down to continue the little short story she was happily going on with. In response  Tom scowled, knowing your highly curious and intelligent daughter had asked you (for one reason or another) why he was not so academic. Yet instead of Leo bursting out laughing, instead he just nodded and accepted it too - making Tom scowl even more. Not even Leo thought it was a joke. 

So apart from his children apparently taking pity on his simple mind, it was all going smoothly. Perhaps, due to the thankful fact your children had inherited their brains from their mother - something Tom was forever thankful for, until he was shamed for his substandard intellect in the family. Then again though, he was Spiderman. So take that. 

Until Nova brought out her maths sheet. Then the afternoon quickly descended into chaos. It was fractions, something she hadn’t quite grasped from school yet - a concept that still hurt her head somewhat. Normally though it’d be fine, she’d bring the sheet to you and the two of you used ‘ girl power’ to figure it out… you prior experience as a tutor while in uni helping you know how to break through to her. 

Unfortunately Tom didn’t share this same experience. Nor did Tom share a maths qualification… something that had evaded him completely during his schooling career. Of course, it had never been a particular issue, acting didn’t require the use of maths and algebra and Tom was in a very lucky position of being able to pay someone to manage his finances from a very young age. So no, dividing 2/3 and 3/7 didn’t come the most naturally to him. Or at all to be quite honest. 

“I CANT DO IT AND GRACE IN MY CLASS COULD!” For context, Grace was one of her school friends, who forever liked to compare herself to the young Holland - especially because she was normally ahead. Nova had gone from quiet frustration, staring at the questions with her tongue sticking out slightly, to one of pure rage - yelling at her dad with tears in her eyes. Nova was normally incredibly intuitive, she always found it difficult when she couldn’t do something. Now, with a ‘teacher’ who was more useless than her - the frustrations inevitably bubbled over. 

“Hey, we can work it out, just calm-“

“YOU CANT DO IT EITHER YOUR STUPID “ She was just young and frustrated, Tom tried not to take it personally but … it wasn’t always easy. Chiefly because this was the height of offensive statement Nova knew - this was her version of adult explicit language. 

“Nova you can’t be rude.” He used his stern voice, something Tom very rarely used with his little girl. Though he never wanted to upset her, neither did he want her to think it was ever okay to be so rude to anyone like that- no matter how crappy at maths they were. It hurt him to do so but it was necessary - life lessons about the importance of being kind needed to be learnt. And it worked… if what Tom was aiming for was his beautiful baby girl’s eyes to brim with sparkling tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly. 

Instantly Tom’s eyebrows drooped, trying to fight his natural reaction to scoop her onto his knee and reassure her everything was okay. But as you had lectured him many a time before, he had to put his foot down once in a while. So instead, the father and daughter were locked in a silence and intense eye contact, until Nova hesitantly began to speak. 

“I’m sorry Daddy.” During which, Nova shoved her chair back, making it screech against the tiled floors uglily before running off up the stairs. Tom knew she was crying a lot. Knew this was going to take a bit of fixing. 

With a sigh of his daughters name, Tom popped his head into the living to check on Leo who had already finished all his stuff. Seeing him completely zombified in front of ‘paw patrol’ on TV, Tom trudged up the stairs. He knew where she was, when Nova was upset she always hid in the corner of her wardrobe and cried in the darkness. So after steadying himself with a little internal monologue of how to approach the situation Tom walked in and sat down beside the wardrobe - knocking on the door slightly. 

“Nova… can we talk please?” All he heard was sniffing echoing from the wooden chamber until she tried to shout through the door.

“Go-go… go away daddy.” It broke his heart, the way her voice wavered, making Tom pout - gently letting his head fall against the wardrobe doors. 

“I don’t want you to be upset beautiful…. And you did apologise which I appreciate. You know why Daddy got angry right?” Her sniffles heightened before she muttered a quiet ‘yes’. “And you are sorry? Because that might’ve made me really sad too.”

“I’m s-s-sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“Then that’s good and we don’t need to cry. You want a cuddle little one?” Before Tom could even properly get up the door was being pushed open by her little hands, revealing a tear stained face and big glassy eyes looking up at her Dad. Swiftly Tom scooped her up and out of the cupboard, whispering to her while she buried her face in his chest. 

“Oh come here my little bean.”

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When you came home late that evening, only mildly exhausted from spending the whole day gossiping with your girls, it was weirdly quiet. All the lights were out in the front room, which made you close the door gently, thinking Tom had managed to exhaust the kids - and himself in the process. With a relieved sigh at the peace you pattered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink (it had been a little concern that Tom would’ve worked the kids into a hyperactive and delerious state that kept them up long past bedtime - which ultimately you’d have to deal with). The house was remarkably silent and though it was clear from the littered toys everywhere that it had indeed been Tom alone in charge, everything seemed pretty okay. 

It was only as you were about to head upstairs to join your hubby in bed that you realised the study light was still on, streaming through the small crack in the doorframe. Assuming Tom had just neglected to turn it off, in otherwords Tom being Tom, you nudged it open with your hand. Surprisingly though, there was your husband, hunched over the desk, looking almost angrily focused - between the computer screen and a piece of paper below him. Normally you would’ve just assumed it was another script sent over or an edit Harry had sent of another screenplay they were writing together. 

But no, the blatant red flag was the screen that you could see. A screen on YouTube, of a man pointing at a whiteboard of fractions. 

So with a soft wrist you wrapped your knuckled on the side of the door, even if you had technically already entered the room. The reaction had you stifling a laugh, it was as if you’d caught him watching something *less PG* the way he jumped out his seat, closing the browser immediately. 

“Love!! I -er … didn’t know you’d got back?”

“I just did.” You smiled gently, while walking into stand behind his chair, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Soooo…. what’ca doingggg” The glee in your voice was evident, making Tom groan and shut his eyes. 

“I hate you, you know that right?” 

“No you don’t… but you were watching a primary school video on fractions, if I’m not so mistaken?” He sighed deeply, making a point of turning the paper with his scribbles over to obscure it. 

“Nova’s homework.. she couldn’t do it and neither could I, so then she basically screamed at me for being thick and udseless and then had a breakdown.” 

Now you felt guilty. This was a bit of a sore spot with Tom, he always for some reason felt inferior because of his academic ability. Which was stupid- mainly because he was the most clever and talented man you’d ever met. Just…. Just not at fraction. 

“Oh T… you could’ve just left it for me to do with her, I don’t mind.”

“That’s not the point Y/n.” He snapped a little, shrugging your arms off him and spinning in the chair so he could face you. “She’s my daughter and I should be able to help her! It’s not like it’s that hard, it’s just I’m unbelievable thick.”

“Tom stop. Look - you can do this I assure you, it’s just been a long old time ‘kay? Your rusty and that’s only natural.”

“I really don’t think I could ev-“

“Can I teach you? It’s just the method and then I promise you’ll get it.”

It took a bit of persuasion but eventually Tom agreed, letting you pull the corner chair forward to beside his desk so you could demonstrate it to him. To be fair, he really could do it- just a bit of familiarising on the ‘stick-change-flip’ method. The way the lightbulb moment literally caused his face to light up; scurrying to do the question for himself, tongue sticking out in the process; then presenting it to you proudly - well it had you melting in your seat. 

“See! That took all of 5 minutes and you got it.” You elbowed  his side by leaning forward in the chair, which instead of letting go, Tom reached and caught, before pulling you up and round. You landed with you bum perched on the edge of the mahogany desk, Tom now stood up- his legs in-between your parted thighs - your feet hooking round the back of knees. 

“It’s all down to my incredibly talented teacher.”

“No…. No I really don’t think it is” You mused with a soft voice, fingers instinctively going to the nape of his neck - twirling the little curls round your fingertips. 

“Well even so… I think I could teach you a thing or two too.” Never one to mull on anything, Tom’s tone had immediately switched to something a lot more… mischievous. 

“Not even going to ask about my day? Wheres the chat mr smooth?” He had to repress the grin at your smirk because as much as you infuriated the hell out of him - you also had this weird ability of making him feel so entranced and helpless. He relented with a sarcastic chime.

“Fine, how was your day love.”

“Good…. but I have a feeling you’re about to make it a whole lot better.”

That was all the signals he needed to lean forward, in doing so forcing you back until your back landed completely on the cool wood. His lips feathered yours, both hands pinned either side of your head.

“Oh darling… you have no idea.”

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