#kindly at 10:30pm

[lesbianloml]

my babysitter au

the first kiss

types of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark (the story will contain all of the above)

pairing(s): milf!dom!dark!wanda maximoff x innocent!sub!immune!witch!fem!reader

warning(s): legal age gap (wanda is 33, reader is 21), obsessive wanda, sorta pervy wanda, maybe?, nothing mostly fluff and plot shit

summary: wanda met you for the first time three days ago. when she runs into you again at the bake sale at the elementary school, she is thrilled. but wanda is overjoyed when the two of you make a deal that will let her see you everyday.

a/n: I know I've been gone FOREVER but I'm back with part 2 of this series. I hope you guys like it, and if you have any ideas or requests, let me know!

you groan as you lean over and press snooze on your alarm. 5am is way too early to wake up, but you need to finish baking and packaging all the treats for the bake sale this afternoon. you sigh, before climbing out of bed and beginning your morning routine. you shower, put on a cute brown mini dress before heading to the café. you sigh as you look around the empty shop, before pulling on an apron and starting your work.

*hours later*

you startle awake at the sound of your phone ringing. you gasp as you check the time. its 3:30pm, the bake sale starts in 30 minutes, and you haven't even begun to load everything up and set up your table. you check the caller id. dottie. you sigh heavily before answering the call. "hello?" you ask, your voice sugary sweet. "y/n y/l/n! where in the world are you? you were supposed to be here an hour ago to help set up! you're 21 years old, you should be more responsible than this!" as dottie rambles on and on, you sigh. "dottie? give me 5 minutes, I'm on my way." you hang up, ignoring her protests as you quickly load your car with the wrapped treats from the bakery, all made by you.

you speed down the road, and quickly turn into the almost full school parking lot. you scramble out of your car and as you close your door, you turn to be face to face with wanda. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your expression. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale right?" wanda asks, looking at you with a look you're unable to read. "yup thats what im here for." wanda turns quickly as two boys come speeding around the parking lot. "billy, tommy! come here. I have someone i want you to meet." you gasp as the boys come speeding past you, a silver blue blur before coming to a halt in front of you.

"y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." you smile, looking at them both kindly. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "I am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. strangely formal for a 10 year old, but you don't question it. for the next 15 minutes, you spend with the boys, laughing and giggling at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. it gets done much quicker with the maximoff's help then it's would've if you had done it alone.

you smile at the sight of your booth, ready just in time as all the parents and children begin filing in. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." you say, gesturing to the variety of sweet treats you have set out on your table. tommy immediately goes for a huge triple chocolate cookie. you laugh, sharing a shy glance with wanda. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise, your eyes drifting to places they shouldn't.

"y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" you turn your attention to her for a moment before beginning to serve the customers in front of you. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" dottie approaches the table, eyes on wanda to drag her off somewhere. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while" you say, flashing her a sweet smile. you continue serving the lengthy growing line in front of you, your attention drifting back to where it needs to be.

wanda's jaw drops as she sees you in your car speeding around the corner. wanda walks swiftly over to your car, standing behind your car door. "wanda! you scared me!" wanda smiles at your face expression. just you saying her name in your pretty little voice, it slipping out your plump lips. it makes her want to bend you over right here and make you scream it. "sorry, detka. you're here for the bake sale aren't you?" she mentally curses herself. what a stupid question, of course that's what you're here for. she feels like an idiot, but you don't even seem to notice. "yup, that's what i'm here for!" wanda hears tommy and billy giggling, and she wants you to meet her sons more than anything in that moment. if her plan works, soon you and her sons were going to be well acquainted.

"billy, tommy! come here, i have someone i want you to meet." wanda smiles when you gasp as the boys come speeding past you in a silver blue blur. "y/n, this is billy and tommy. billy and tommy, this is y/n." wanda watches as you smile widely, then give them a teasing look. "which one of you is super speedy?" you ask. "i am!" tommy pronounces proudly. "would you two like to help me set up my booth?" "we would love to, y/n!" billy says. wanda chuckles softly at billy. so formal, so sweet. for the next 15 minutes, wanda and her boys spend time with you, laughing and giggling together at tommy's antics as they help you set up your booth. wanda is thrilled at how well you, billy, and tommy are getting along. you guys almost seem best friends already.

wanda watches you smile at the booth setup, happy that you like it. "as a thank you for your help, you three get first pick of the treats." wanda's smile widens as tommy immediately goes for the huge triple chocolate cookie. he's so predictable. you laugh, and wanda shares a glance with you. you're so shy, so beautiful it makes her want to scream. billy walks slowly over to the table, and carefully surveys his options before choosing a cupcake with sprinkles. utterly predictable. wanda walks over to the table after the boys scatter to go say hi to their friends. wanda grabs a cinnamon pastry and pops it in her mouth. her eyes brighten as she chews slowly. it is incredible. she's almost shocked. "did you make all of this on your own, y/n?" wanda asks, her voice filled with wonder. you smile sheepishly. "yes, i did. do you like it?" you ask, subtly asking for her approval.

how cute. wanda knew you would be the perfect wife for her. as wanda finishes chewing, she lets out a soft moan of satisfaction. she knows what she's doing as a faint blush coats your cheeks at the noise. she watches your eyes drift to the places she wants them to be glued to the most. "can i talk to you after the bake sale?" wanda asks, but notices your attention trailing. "y/n? did you hear me?" wanda asks sweetly. people are beginning to drift over to your booth, the wonderful delectable smells drawing them. "sorry wanda. what was that?" your attention is on her for a moment before you begin to serve the customers in front of you. you're so sweet. wanda thinks so many dirty thoughts about you, that she wants to say to you now. she restrains herself, not wanting to scare you away. "i would just like to speak to you after the bake sale, ok darling?" wanda almost lets out a groan of dread when dottie approaches the table, her predatory gaze fixed. "of course wanda! ill meet you in a little while!" as dottie drags wanda away, wanda's gaze is fixed on you the entire time, hearts in her eyes.

after the bake sale, you and wanda meet up in the parking lot. the boys are konked out in the back of wanda's suv, their sugar high short lived. "what did you want to talk about wanda?" you ask, shivering as the fall chill falls over you. wanda immediately removes her jacket, offering it to you. "here detka. wouldn't want you to be chilly." wanda waits for you to slip it on before speaking again. "i wanted to offer you a job. i've found a job downtown, and I was just wondering if you'd like to start babysitting billy and tommy during the week or whenever I need it. my job requires a lot of travel. and of course, I would pay you double what you make right now at the café.." wanda rambles, but her breath catches as you lay a sweet hand on her arm. "oh wanda, I would love to! I already feel so close with billy and tommy, like I've known them for years. maybe we could meet up sometime over coffee and talk some more? i'm sure you're eager to head home." you say, nodding to the boys sleeping in the back of wanda's car.

wanda nods. "of course. that would be perfect, sweetheart. here, ill put my number in your phone. ill text you, okay?" you smile, handing wanda your phone. wanda enters her number, and hands your phone back to you. you stand there for a moment, your thoughts conflicting. you make up your mind, and quickly lay a light kiss on wanda's cheek before walking to your car. you will never know how that single kiss rocked wanda's world, and how it would soon lead to yours being turned upside down.

remember, asks and requests are open! i love to hear from you guys! <3

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[mirohlayo]

CURLY HAIR | LN4

( you just love taking care of your boyfriend's curly hair. and no need to say that he secretly loves it too )

warning : none, fluff ?

note : idk how to warn my stuff it's kinda bad

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it was now around 9:30pm. you were laying on your bed, in your shared hotel room with your boyfriend lando. it was a very nice sunday, the mexico grand prix was absolutely amazing for you, but also for your favorite driver. after the mess and bad qualifying yesterday, he had to start from P17, but ended up P5 at the end of the race. in total, he passed 19 cars and gained 12 places. and you were of course so so proud of him, as were his fans and supporters. you also knew that lando was happy and have enjoyed the race.

after the race, you went directly to the hotel because you were tired. you have said to lando that you're going to nap, and obviously as you predicted, he made a big deal out of it and begged you to stay with him because he hasn't seen you in a while and just wanted to be near you and needed you. yeah, he was maybe a little needy. but that was actually quite adorable.

now you were waiting for him, scrolling on your phone's apps with the tv's sound in the background. he went to a party with some of his friends, carlos being one of them, but told you that he will stay for like an hour and then come as quick as possible to you because he "don't want to stay at the party while his baby is waiting for him". and also he just missed you like crazy, even though the last time you saw each other was like 4 hours ago, him hugging you close after the race.

you were buzy watching a video when a notification suddenly appeared on your screen. it was some texts from your boyfriend :

from lando 🧡

- baby i miss you :((

the party so boring without you

i'm coming don't worry 🚙🚙

here in like 10min

i love youuuu ❤️

so so much -

now you were giggling. maybe he was doing too much but oh god you loved to receive texts like that from him. it just shows you how much he loves you with all of his being and heart. and then the 10 minutes passed quickly, cause the sound of the keys in the lock indicated you that he was arrived.

you lifted up a bit, now sitting in the middle of the bed, blankets up to your pelvis.

- hello beautiful ! lando said as he laid eyes on you.

your big smile just melted his heart, because you looked so happy to see him. and you don't know how much he loves your smile. he took off his shoes and not even a second later he was already in your arms, his head in the crook of your neck. you laughed softly, you just found him adorable.

- i see the boy's feeling needy.

- missed you. a lot, he replied in a lazy tone.

you rubbed slowly his back, his arms tightening his grip on you. you were impossibly close to him, like there was no air between your two bodies. one of your hand started playing with his curls, and he just let himself go into the touch. he placed a quick kiss on your neck, and buried his head a little bit deeper. you could feel his breath tickling you.

- how was the party ?

- actually it was good, carlos and i had fun. but it is boring without you.

you smiled and kissed the top of his head, his curly hair barely touching your nose. that's when you noticed that his curls were a mess. they were tousled and undefined, like a pile of hair that hasn't been combed in a while. you frowned a little.

- your curls are a mess, y'know ?you said, rearranging as best as you can his hair.

- yeah, i know. due to the party, he answered, enjoying your soft touch that made him want to sleep.

- you want me to take care of your hair ? you asked him.

he raised his head to face you, a smile on his lips, as his eyes were sleepy.

- since it's so kindly asked, yeah.

you mirrored his smile and cupped his cheeks in your hands.

- but first you need to take a shower.

- no. he answered and quickly buried back his head into the crook of your neck. i don't want to leave you.

- lan please, you really need to shower, you said. you tried to push him gently, but instead he grabbed you even tighter, placing loads of quick lazy kisses on your neck. c'mon, i need to style your hair too

he growled and stopped kissing your neck.

- hmm... i love cuddling you. and just you actually. i think i'm feeling a bit clingy, he said softly, almost humming it.

you let escaped a soft laugh.

- indeed yes. also i think you really need to shower you sweaty dumbass

- okay i'm going now, he replied.

finally, he sighed and let you go out of his grip. he lifted up and, before disappearing inside the bathroom, he quickly kissed the corner of your mouth, dangerously close to your lips. you saw him rushing to the bathroom, giving you a big smile before closing the door.

you could now hear the sound of the dripping water, and decided to finish your video while he finishes washing. 10 minutes later, the sound of the water stopped and you heard him calling you.

- baby i have finish, you can come

you jumped out of the bed and walked towards the bathroom's door. you opened the door and oh- you were not expecting to see your boyfriend shirtless, just wearing a sweatpant. his damp curls was dropping drops of water, which wandered over his bare torso. damn. such a view, you thought.

- i can see you staring y/n you know

you see him grinned at you, a playful look taking over his face.

- if only you had had the good idea of putting a shirt, /b>you replied.

- well you don't like the view ?

- that's not what i've said

he laughed before wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing it softly.

- cuddling time is over, i need to get your hair done lando

- okay, i let my baby do her job

you rolled your eyes and bite back a smile, that of course you failed to hide. and that made him laughed, because he know you can't hide your smile when you're around him.

he lifted you up to make you sit on the wide edge of the two sinks behind you, so that you are at his height.

- can you pass me a towel please ? your hair needs to be dry

he nodded and gave you one the bathroom towels.

you started drying his hair, doing gentle circular movements. he rested his hands on your hips, rubbing them softly as he enjoyed your presence. you tried to focus on what you were doing, but you couldn't help it, your shirtless boyfriend and his soft touch were too much for you, and you finished by squishing his tiny cheeks. his face was just so cute, and you couldn't help but kiss his nose, then his forehead, then his cheeks.

- aye stop ! he said and laughed at your cuteness. god he just loves you so much, anything you're doing makes him even more in love with you. you were just his cute little baby, like he just enjoy so much your presence, all he wants is to be with you and cuddle you. and your smile, oh it melted his heart everytime.

- sorry, you're just too adorable for me, you grinned. and you could see a faint tip of blush on his cheeks.

now you applied some styling mousse in his hair, and your started define his curls, one by one. you took your time to style them, making sure they'll look pretty when it will be dry. his hands moved to you thighs, drawing small circles on them. he stared at you while you were styling his hair, admiring every details of your pretty face. he always look at you with heart eyes, like there's so much love and admiration into his eyes everytime he sees your face. he's never tired of it, this is probably one of his favorite things.

- i can also see you staring lan, you jokingly said, a smile on your lips.

- i can't help it, you're just so pretty love, he answered, hearts still anchored in his gaze.

you can felt yourself blush, and that makes your boyfriend smile even wider. too adorable, he thought.

- okay, i think i have finished ! you happily said, admiring lando's face and curls.

he wrapped his arms around your waist to put you down on the floor. when he looked at his reflection in the mirror, a big smile appeared on his face. you know he was happy with the result.

- i guess you missed your career, you should have been a hairdresser, he joked, and you gave him a blow to the ribs, which made him laugh even harder.

- just kidding baby, he said and kissed quickly the tip of your nose. now we can go back to cuddle in bed. and not let you go of my arms

- okay, sounds good, you replied in a smile.

and like that you guys ended up to cuddle in bed, lando holding you so close to him, his head resting on yours, kissing you here and there on your face. sometimes, he would rub your waist with his hand, the other playing with your hair or stroking your cheek. and of course a lazy smile constantly here on his face, as he enjoyed the form of the love of his life in his arms. secured and warm.

and the next day, he'll bring to his race team about how good his hair looks, and then praise his girlfriend's talent, just saying sweet words about her. he would never said it to you, but this is just one of his favorite things on earth, you taking care of his curls. and sometimes he ruffles his hair on purpose just so you can style it again. but of course, it is a secret. a big secret.

#lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 lando norris #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine

[suna-cerely-yours]

Harder ft kiyoomi

warnings: fem!bodied reader, 18+,  fingering, clit slapping, degradation, unprotected sex

pairing: sakusa x reader

To be fair you hadn't meant to fall asleep. Wanting to get ahead of your work to spend a weekend in peace, you had decided to stay back late. This was clearly why people didn't do that. You should have just finished your work and headed home.

Because now you were stuck at your office at 10:30pm, no at 10:34pm- with a major snow storm raging outside.

Leaning back in your chair you groan, cursing your luck. Powering down your computer, you immediately shuffle through your rideshare apps hoping there would be at least one cab available. Unfortunately it looked like everyone had been smart enough to check the weather forecast ahead of time.

Worrying your bottom lip you wrap your coat around you and pick up your bag, making your way past the glass doors and into the dimly lit hallway. Barely had you stepped outside when the lights flickered once, before plunging the hallway and attached rooms into darkness.

"Fuck fuck fuck, this is not good," you mutter, turning on your phone's flashlight, only to be hit with a low battery notification.

You blink twice in disbelief. What were the actual odds of everything going against your way today. Clenching your teeth you turn towards the elevators, hoping the generators had them working at least, only to crash into a warm, solid wall.

Panic shot through you for a few heartbeats, before a low, familiar voice filled the silence.

"A little late isn't it?" Sakusa intoned, his hands still wrapped around your waist, from where he had grabbed you to prevent you from falling.

"Sakusa? What the hell?"

"How do you plan on getting home exactly?"

"Wait what are you- hold on."

You step back and straighten yourself, taking a breath to steady yourself.

Holding your phone between the two of you, Sakusa's sharp features come into focus, dressed in a tailored suit and a black mask.

" The power's been cut due to the storm. They're only keeping the elevator running as of now, so unless you want to be stuck here in the cold I suggest you go home."

"Right, uh I'll just go," you pause awkwardly, unsure of what to say. It's not like you dislike Sakusa, per say, however you certainly don't have many kind words to say about him either.

Unless of course you consider the numerous late night fantasies you've had about him bending you over on his stupidly large desk, still wearing his stupidly crisp suit- kind words. Then perhaps yes, you occasionally do speak kindly of him.

His eyes seem darker in the dim light as he raises an eyebrow, presumably waiting for you to go leave.

"So uh you're planning to leave too right? We can go home together! Not home together, what i meant was take the elevator down together-"

"Yes, i was planning on doing that."

The two of you step into the elevator, silence stretching awkwardly. You’re almost at the ground floor when he speaks, “The subway’s not working right now.”

“ I am aware.”

“ There’s not going to be any cabs around either.”

You swallow, clenching your teeth.

“ I am aware of all of this, Sakusa.”

“So how exactly are you planning to get home?”

The elevator dings as the two of you get off on the ground floor, the usually brightly lit atrium dark. Tonguing your cheek, you look up at the stupidly tall man.

“I appreciate your concern, but it is clear I’ll be looking for a hotel tonight.”

“ In this storm? Do you even know what the nearest hotel is?”

“It’s not my fault my phone decided to die tonight, of all nights. Besides, I will be fine. I’m sure you have much more important things to worry about. Off you go.”

He fixes you with an incredulous look, before unhooking his mask.

Son of bitch, that kind of face should really be illegal.

“ -and, are you listening?”

“What? Of course I am, but you should really be more clear and concise you know. Why don’t you say it again?”

He raises an eyebrow, before swiping his tongue over his lower lip.

“Okay, to be concise, I live 10 minutes away and have a guestroom.”

“Sakusa, with all due respect, are you bragging about living in an elite neighborhood now? I really, really don’t see how that affects me- oh. You’re offering to uh-”

He sighs impatiently, “ Yes, so come on. The storm’s only going to get worse.”

You flop onto his absurdly soft bed, dressed in a t-shirt Sakusa had left outside the bathroom, forgoing pants. Well this certainly wasn’t how you had imagined your night going. He had led you to his posh apartment and even offered dinner, and now you were in the guestroom of the guy you had been thirsting over for the past couple of months.  

Rolling over, you grab your phone, only to find it dead. Sakusa should have a spare charger, and he probably would only roll his eyes twice.

You pad through the hallway, to his open bedroom door.

“Hey do you have a-”

There is a naked Sakusa in front of you. Well, not naked, but that towel does nothing.

“Do you need something?”

“Right, yeah um do you have a charger?”

“Bedside table.”

You walk over to grab the said charger, trying very hard to not notice the neatly made king-sized bed.

“Did I not give you pants?”

“Everything that needs to be covered is covered, isn’t it?”

You turn to catch him rolling his eyes, before he’s walking closer.

“Are you forgetting that you’re alone with a man? Do you walk around half-naked with all men you know?”

He’s standing right in front of you know, the smell of his bodywash surrounding your senses.

“You’re harmless Sakusa, even I know that.”

He presses his lips together momentarily before moving even closer, causing you to step back. Except there is no where you step back and you fall in his bed. (The bedsheets are as soft as they look, you notice.)

“Am I really?”

He’s moving over you, pressing his knees on either side of your thighs, grasping both your wrists in one hand above your head.

“I, uh you are-”

His other hand slides under your, his, shirt, touch teasing, as his fingers skim over your breasts.

“Use your words princess, am I still harmless?”

“Sakusa, you should-”

“Should what?”

“Should touch me like you mean it, you assho-”

He has you flipped on your front, ass up and shirt pulled up before you can even finish your sentence.

“No panties either? Are you just a slut then?”

Your words are lost as he pulls your knees apart, slapping your pussy sharply before pulling your folds apart and spitting.

“Sakusa, oh Kiyoomi-”

“ But you’re my slut so it’s fine I suppose.”

He strokes your clit, pressing against it, and slips a finger inside you. Shallowly fucking you with one finger he slides his other hand up your body to press against your stomach.

“You look so pretty like, you know, could watch this all day.”

“Kiyoomi please just,” you roll your hips trying to get more friction. He grips your stomach, easily flipping you on your back, pushing your legs apart. His finger returns to your cunt, rubbing slow figure eights on your clit now, agonizingly slow.

Tears cling to your eyelashes, as you pant, desperate to cum.

He scoffs, leaning back palming his own bulge, “ You look like my perfect little whore, I wish you could see yourself right now.”

You whine as his length inches into your folds, hands gripping your hips, tilting them up- forcing you to arch your back.

“Fuck, you feel perfect,” he groans, thrusting in and out, hitting your sensitive spot.

“Kiyo, wanna cum please oh please-”

“Yeah? I got you princess.”

He rubs tight circles on your clit, thrusting faster as you reach your peak, cumming immediately. Your walls clench around his cock, feeling him fill you up moments later, groaning your name.

The two of you lie still for a moment before Sakusa sits back, pulling you into his arms.

“That was not my intention when I invited you back.”

“Mhm, I see.”

He pauses, dark eyes locked on yours.

“But you know, I still think you’re kinda harmless, maybe you should fuck me a little harder next time.”

#sakusa x reader #sakusa smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu smut #hq sakusa #hq smut #hq #msby #sakusa kiyoomi

[rogersideup]

｡°✩ ♊︎ The Gemini ♊︎ ✩ °｡

Chapter four

Pink Peonies

Series masterlist

Previous part: expendable next part: Rearview

Word count: 7,972

Warnings: My blog is 18+ only. All minors or blogs without an age in bio will be blocked. Minors DNI. Mentions and descriptions of sexual acts, anxiety, and sever depression.

The week leading up to your final evaluation was nothing short of absolutely miserable.

Between losing Steve and Bucky, the only two people that made the compound a bearable place for you, fully processing your breakup with Harvey, and the stress that came along with such an important test made you feel like you were completely lost.

You showed up to work and private training like a good little agent regardless of how much internal pain you felt looking at Steve's face. You endured the two hours of uncomfortable silence with him after enduring working alongside Harvey for 5 hours, then went to the gym and worked out to make sure you stayed prepared and in tip top shape for evaluation.

But once your day was done and you were left to your own devices, it felt like you were shattering and crumbling between the walls of reality.

You could barely eat with the constant stomach ache you've had since Friday night, you could barely sleep through the sheer amount of racing thoughts in your head or the pain of your heart that felt physically broken, and in the morning you barely got yourself out of bed.

Showering and brushing you teeth felt like fighting a war, drinking water might as well have been an Olympic sport, your hair stayed up in a bun or a ponytail because doing anything more than brushing it wasn't in the cards for you.

The highlight of your day recently had been a phone call from Jane and Luca around 6:30pm, it was simple but still enough to keep you going. Your sister fed you just enough encouragement to get to your evaluation, and your nephew was just adorable enough to put a smile on your face even if it was short lived. They encouraged you to keep going, and promised they would be there for you on evaluation day.

It was a graduation of some sorts. Agents got to have close friends and family come watch and support them on the test day, and you we're looking forward to them finally getting to be in the compound with you.

However, all the happiness of Luca getting to live his dreams of seeing the Avengers compound was clouded with anxiety about Steve. You knew he would see his favorite superhero, and you knew there was absolutely nothing you could do to keep that from happening. But you were unwilling to not have your favorite little human not at such a monumental achievement in your life.

Luca watching you become an official, fully operable agent was important to him, almost more than it was to you. So you just hoped and prayed that Steve would react kindly to him, and your sister would react kindly towards Steve after knowing everything that happened between you two. For your sake and the five year old's, you needed everyone to just momentarily pretend like everything is alright.

The night before the big day had you in shambles. Your hands had been shaking with anxiety all day long, and as every minute passed and got closer to evaluation day, the anticipation killed you a little less slowly and a lot more aggressively.

You tried everything you could to calm your nerves. The animated movie illuminating your living room was going by unwatched, the comforting bowl of pho you got yourself was getting colder and less enjoyable with every individual noodle you convinced yourself you had to eat, and the quick shower you needed to take turned from a 10 minute task to a 45 minute one. You couldn't convince yourself to get in, then once the hot water rushed against your body with a comforting pressure, you couldn't convince yourself to get out.

Eventually the walls of your apartment felt like they were swallowing you whole, and no nook or cranny could provide you enough peace to calm your mind. So you threw on a big hoodie and grabbed a blanket before walking the halls until making it outside of the high tech building and onto the lawn.

You found a perfect spot tucked away by the building, it was clear enough out to see all of the stars twinkling in the night sky, and the moon was big and bright. So you laid out your blanket, and laid out on the underneath the night sky.

Rather than letting all of your thoughts and all of the new changes in your life scare you, you tried to slow them down and think through them logically. You thought about everything Steve said to you, what his feelings for you meant and how they affected what you thought you once knew about him and what they meant for you in the future.

You thought about how Harvey was probably going to fail his evaluation tomorrow, and how he would proceed after the fact. Would he give up working for Shield, or would he try again come next evaluation day?

You tried your hardest to avoid thinking about Bucky, because the situation with him was a new kind of pain. The platonic love you had for him was immeasurable, and day by day you found it harder to not forgive him. Because when it came down to it, you understood why he told Steve about your one time escapade. But for as long as Steve was upset, you knew it wasn't worth trying to mend your friendship with Bucky.

Rather than trying to run away from all of the hurt in your heart, the stars and the moon encouraged to you sit in those feelings for awhile. You got about 20 minutes into accepting them for what they were and working through them without pushing them away.

A few tears rolled down your cheeks, but you accepted those too. Instead of wiping them off your face, you just let them drip off the bottom of your jaw with the understanding that they would dry when they were ready.

Footsteps and booming laughter approaching from a distance made you sit up instead of laying flat on your back, not wanting to worry the people about to walk though the area. You tucked your knees to your chest and hugged your legs while continuing to watch an occasional lonesome cloud slowly pass by in the dark sky.

All of the grounding work you did to try and calm your mind and ease your broken heart was reversed as the laughter and footsteps came closer, and you started to recognize the people that the voices belong to. And sure enough, they came into eyesight faster than the universe allowed you to walk away.

Steve and Bucky turned the corner, and they were obviously very happy. Their laughter over what you assumed was an inside joke you were never included in didn't falter. Their happiness and humor felt insensitive at the moment, there was a split moment where you couldn't fathom that they were so jovial at time where you haven't genuinely smiled in almost a week.

You curled yourself up smaller and held your breath, hoping they wouldn't notice you or your slow falling tears. Though you were quiet, made yourself small, and sat in the dark on the grass furthest from the concrete path, they were trained to sense other people around them.

As if you had greeted them first they both stopped at the same time, their laughter fading just to give a friendly greeting to whoever was sitting out there. Only when they looked at you did you try to subtly wipe your tears and unblock your nose. With the hood of your jacket over your head, you could tell it took them a moment to recognize it was you.

You could see the very second your identity dawned on them, both of their shoulders fell and Bucky's face looked apologetic. Steve looked at his watch before looking at you.

As if you knew it was going to happen, your eyes met the grass before you let them look into his. You hadn't made eye contact with him since the initial argument, and you knew that killed him slowly and painfully.

They could both tell you were hurt, but especially Steve. Every single day he's seen you at work you looked just a little worse. It was as if you were slowly deteriorating from the person he once knew. Your big bright eyes where now dull and your eyelids were heavy, your pink cheeks were pale, your energy had sunken in.

"The sprinklers go off in two minutes." Steve told you.

Not expecting either of them to actually say anything to you, your brain couldn't process his words.

"What?" You questioned, looking up at Bucky in confusion, still refusing to look at Steve.

"The lawn gets watered every night at 10pm. It's 9:58." Bucky explained, his tone of voice was apologetic with a hint of empathy. "The sprinklers turn on in 2 minutes."

"Oh..." You understood, feeling disappointed that you had to move. "Thanks."

Expecting them to walk away, you stood up and grabbed your blanket off the grass. But when you turned around, they were both still standing there. Both still staring at you.

You moved onto the path, and they still stood there and stared. Not understanding their intentions, you cocked your head to the side and raised a challenging eyebrow.

"Excuse me?" You questioned, requesting them to stop blocking the path so you could get home and far away from them.

"Are you okay?" Bucky asked.

"Just peachy" You responded simply, pushing past their two bodies to walk along the path.

They started walking behind you, all three of you needing to get to the same elevator. Your body and mind filled with dread, hoping and praying they weren't going to follow you in and get in the same elevator as you. But just in case they were, you tried your hardest to stop crying. You were far too stubborn to let them get a rise out of you.

"You don't seem very Peachy." Bucky said. You could hear the pout and genuine concern in his voice. "We still care about you, Bug. We're worried about you."

"Don't call me that." You sadly shook your head. "And maybe speak for yourself."

Steve sighed at your comment, and you missed the way he tossed his head back trying his hardest to remain composed. He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place. Of course he cared about you, of course he was worried, but he was also mad and didn't want his words to be misconstrued as him trying to make advances towards you.

Bucky backhandedly smacked Steve's chest, trying to get him to say something. You heard the impact, and tried not to smile at Bucky trying his hardest to make it better.

As suddenly Bucky found out that Steve had feelings for you, he started recognizing that you also had very deeply suppressed feelings for him too. The difference was that you pushed them down because your heart was so disconnected from your soul from the amount of torment you went through on a daily basis. Your confidence had never been lower, you genuinely believed you weren't worthy of love, and no part of your heart was open enough to let in or accept that anyone could ever care for you the same way you did for other people.

The compound wasn't good for you, and he knew they made it worse. He wanted to fix it, he wanted both of his best friends to be happy.

"I care about you too, 306." Steve mumbled, hoping it wouldn't back fire.

You just kept walking, trying to blink back the new rush of tears in your eyes and noting that the sprinklers did really turn on at 10 o'clock.

"Why are you out here so late? You have a big day tomorrow." Bucky noted. "I know you're upset and rightfully mad at us, but I'll be there cheering you on tomorrow. No matter what happens I'm always rooting for you."

"Are you sure that's not going to make things weird?" You sassed, but your comment wasn't directed towards him. It was meant for Steve, and he felt the bitterness in every word.

Once again, you heard Bucky's metal hand make harsh contact with Steve's chest. This time it was accommodated with a small 'oof' but he had nothing to say in response to that comment.

"You're going to do great." Bucky said.

You reached the door to the lobby and Steve rushed to the handle to open it, but you got to it before he did, pulling it open and walking through, letting each of the boys hold it open for themselves.

"Thanks." You accepted.

A thick and uncomfortable silence took over as they followed you to the elevator, waited for the doors to open, then the three of you got into the small confined space together.

The silence was so intense that they could hear your tiny sniffles, and you nearly bumped Steve with your elbow as you rushed to wipe away a tear.

They rode it up to your floor first since they lived 3 floors above you, and you felt immediately relief as it stopped on your floor and the doors slid open once more.

Steve's heart thumped so hard he could hear the rush of blood in his ears. He knew this was his last chance to say something before your big day, and he knew he would kick himself if he didn't.

"Good luck." Steve offered with an artificial tight lipped smile. "It'll be easy for you, promise."

As if he said nothing at all, you got off completely unaffected by his words.

"We love you!" Bucky shouted as the doors closed behind him.

You got back to your place and bolted the locks behind you, not even letting yourself begin to unpack that interaction before diving straight into your bed and willing yourself to sleep.

Unfortunately, the morning came way too fast. Your phone was flooding with notifications from your out of state friends and family wishing you well on your big day. And as you slid into your uniform, and did your hair and makeup, you started receiving texts that your support had arrived to the compound.

Making the walk down to the training room and getting checked in was the scariest part. Once everything was set in place and you were waiting for your evaluation to start, you stretched out your arms, legs, and back while looking out into the crowd of your colleagues friends and family.

Surprisingly, you were feeling pretty good. You spotted your Mom and Dad, Sister and Brother in law, Luca all sitting clumped together. Sitting with them was Bucky and Natasha, who also brought along Tony who sat with sunglasses on and a face so straight while he pretended like he wasn't there.

Then walked in Steve, him and Commander Bennett, and Agent Maria Hill were the three leaders who graded each agent on their final and most important test.

The grading system was simple. It was pass or fail, with a note explaining why.

You could hear Luca's little voice through the small crowd of people when Steve walked in wearing his suit. His tiny little voice projecting the announcement that "Oh my gosh CAPTAIN AMERICA IS HERE!" Was just too damn cute for anyone to ignore. It earned lots of laughs from everyone in the room, and it brought a big smile to Steve's face.

Of course he immediately knew who that voice belonged to, but that didn't stop him from finding him in the crowd and waving at him. He understood why you loved the kid so much, he was just about the cutest thing Steve had ever seen.

He noticed Luca looking at you after he waved at him, so he looked at you too. You had a big smile on your face just for five year old who was bouncing with excitement, but Steve could tell the difference between your genuine happiness and the fake smile smeared on your lips.

Eventually the evaluation started. Agents were tested 5 at a time, all running the same sort of obstacle course and shooting test. By the end of each evaluation, it seemed as though each agent was struggling to catch their breath while dripping sweat. A few of them even sprawled out on the floor the second they crossed the finish line.

But you? When you finished your evaluation Steve noticed you were barely panting. Not a hair on your head was out of place, your makeup was still perfect, he couldn't even spot a single bead of sweat along your hairline.

He knew it would be easy for you, he practically passed you before you were even properly evaluated, but the way you were almost unaffected by the rigorous testing and walked away from it without batting an eye was even impressive to him.

The worst thing Steve took away from this, was the understanding of how deeply down bad he was for you. Because even in the midst of the pain of hurting each others feelings, he was immensely proud of you, and never found you more attractive than in this moment.

Because even as you walked up to the three assessors to collect your results, you still refused to look him in the eye. Although his feelings for you were completely misunderstood, he respected the way you held your ground in order to protect yourself and what you believe in.

It was a big improvement from the way you let Harvey drag you along through miles of mud and utter bullshit.

When you looked down at your papers, a very humble, yet genuine smile took over this time, and Steve was happy to see it. You didn't even bother reading the notes that were written for you before walking away quickly to unite with your family.

Steve watched from afar as your parents embraced you both at the same time. Your mom left kisses on your cheeks, your dad the top of your head. With no hesitation, your sister who had your kind eyes and familiar beauty joined the hug, followed by your brother in law, then Luca who tried his hardest but just ended up with his arms embracing your legs.

He couldn't help but to smile as you bent down and picked up the 5 year old, he flopped upside down before you lifted him up and over your head to sit on your shoulders. His belly laugh bounced off the smooth walls as he reached down and grabbed your cheeks, tipping your head upwards to look at him.

"Can I meet Captain Rogers?" He asked.

In an instant, your authentic smile turned plastic. "Who?" You joked.

Steve stood a little straighter, then made awkward momentary eye contact with your dad. Steve died a little on the inside when he politely motioned asking him to come here, presumably to meet Luca, but a part of him wondered if he had heard the news of what happened between him and his daughter. Keeping a professional face, he did consider that he was about to get his ass kicked by the man who created you.

"Look, Luca, he's coming over now!" Your dad announced.

"Oh, what a joy!" Your sister smiled wide, squeezing your arms and shaking you around a bit.

Okay, Sister definitely knows.

One deep breath for you and Steve, and your brave faces were on.

"Congratulations, Agent." Steve spoke firmly as he approached. "You did great, far beyond expectations."

"Thank you, Captain." Just like that, you made eye contact with him for the first time in a week. It was a testament to deep love you had for your family, but especially for Luca. You'd be damned if you crushed his tiny superhero loving heart, so you did your best to pretend like everything was perfectly normal. Luckily, five year olds can't see lingering pain deep behind your eyes like Steve could. "This is Luca, he's very excited to meet you. He was wondering if you would take a picture with him."

"Hey buddy! I've heard so much about you!" Steve's smile widened at the boy who was in absolute shock, staring right back at him with wide sparkly eyes and a slack jaw. "I heard you're going to join the Avengers soon, is that true?"

"I'm only 5!" The boy giggled.

"What?! You look strong enough to be an Avenger!" Steve enthused, "let me see how strong you are, give me a high-five."

Steve stuck his arm up over your head, and your nephew smacked his hand as per request. After hearing their two hands meet in the middle, Steve pulled his away and shook it off "oh yeah, we definitely have a future superhero on our hands."

"My mommy and daddy said I have to be a teenager before I can be an agent like Auntie." Luca explained.

"They sound very smart." Steve chuckled at the boy who was wise beyond his years. "Is this them?"

Wonderful. Of course Steve would be the man to introduce himself to your family completely unprompted. You watched him shake hands with your dad, sister and her husband, meanwhile your mom went for a full blown hug. In that moment you wanted to shrivel up and let the floor swallow you whole, maybe rip your mom away and correct her mistakes for the improper greeting to such a highly decorated service man. But Steve took it like a champ, and you knew he loved it, which made you want to rip him away and tell him to stay away from your mom for the rest of eternity. You wanted him to stay away from you for the rest of eternity.

Looking around for Bucky and Nat, maybe even Tony, shit, even Harvey to try and get you out of your own personal hell was wildly unsuccessful. The room was far too busy and disorderly to plot an escape plan before your Dad was shoving Steve next to you and Luca with a camera in your face telling you to say cheeeeeeeeessseeeee.

Hopefully your smiling face didn't come across as vicious as it felt when that photo was inevitably plastered across social media for the entirety of the internet to see.

Eventually you managed to peel Luca and your Dad away from Steve and herd your family around the compound and up to your apartment. As you were leaving you could see Harvey with his head down, yet all of his browbeater friends were celebrating around him. It made you roll your eyes, but once again you moved on for the sake of your family.

As you approached the door with your key in hand and family behind you, there was a big, beautiful fresh flower arrangement in front of it with a card. Your mom made some comments about how beautiful it was as you picked it up and let them inside.

You had a feeling you already knew who it was from, so you left it on the kitchen counter and decided to read the card later as you vowed to spend much needed quality time with your family.

Although the beginning of the day was emotionally exhausting, the rest of the day felt like a big breath of fresh air. Spending time with your family in your own home made the compound feel so much warmer than it ever has. A good meal, lots of laughter, and so much play time with the little one had your parents exhausted and shuffling out of the compound around 7pm after more hugs and lots of kisses.

That left Luca and his dad that we're both fast asleep on the living room rug as the TV played a Disney movie, and Jane who was sitting across from you on the couch.

"I can feel you staring at me." You looked over at her with a questioning tone.

She had a loving smile on her face. "I'm proud of you. You've turned into such an incredible woman right in front of my eyes, and I'm just so grateful that I get to look up to my own little sister. How many people can say that?"

"Well, I still look up to you everyday." You denied her complement, but she was still looking at you as if there was more she had to say.  "Cut to the chase."

"You've spent a lot of time crying on my couch, I need to talk about the boy." She stated.

"Which one?" You grumbled. "I hate that there's 3 options."

"Steve." She said sympathetically. "I get to call him that because he hurt my baby sister's feelings."

"At least you didn't hug him." You shrugged. "Kind've don't care about respecting titles anymore."

"I know how much he hurt you, and I know he jumped the gun and is treating you unfairly compared to Bucky. I even know that you feel like your whole friendship with him was just his attempt at trying to sleep with you, but Smalls..."

"Don't say it." You plugged your ears and sunk deeper into the couch cushions.

Jane reached out and ripped your hands away from your ears. "The way he looks at you is just so sweet. And the way he was so kind to all of us and Luca even though you two aren't on speaking terms says a lot about his character. He's head over heels for you."

"The way he looks at me?" You scoffed. "He looks at me like an asset because he wants me to join the Avengers. They all see me like a little worker ant that's going to pick up the weight of their jobs."

"No, that's not it." You sister denied. "You know the truth and you're pushing him away because he hurt you. You hurt him too, even if you didn't mean it. I can see it in his body language that he cares for you, he seemed nervous for you today, and he looked so happy when you did well. That's not someone who's just trying to sleep with you and run."

"Well even if that's the truth, it doesn't matter because he's never expressed any of that to me with his own mouth." You explained. "You know how he handled the situation was wrong, he had no right to come at me with an attitude like that. Him and Bucky had no right to put all the blame on me. If he's having big feelings, he can express them with his big boy words. I'm not going to play a stupid little game with him like we're teenagers."

"I understand, and you're right." Jane validated your emotions. "But he seems really sweet... and he's absolutely gorgeous so maybe you should just consider my point of view."

"Ugh, his gorgeousness starts going blind to your eyes after a few hours. You get used to it, that's not a reason to forgive him." You lied.

"Who are the flowers from?" She quipped, knowing you lied straight through your teeth.

"I don't know."

"Should we read the note?"

"Nope." You looked straight forward at the TV screen. "That's not a question I need answered right now."

"Smalls..."

"What?"

"His gorgeousness never gets old, does it?" She called out your lie.

“... no." You threw your head back in complaint.

Eventually the three of them left as well. The day was getting late and Luca was exhausted from so much excitement, but the second you were alone in your apartment again you felt the weight of the compound right back on your shoulders.

Anxiety bloomed deep in your stomach and crawled up to your heart as you dragged your feet over to the flower arrangement that was left untouched on your counter. Your fingers struggled to open the card, but you got there eventually.

Before you even got to the note, you noticed that the arrangement was made of your favorite flower, pink peonies.

The entirety of your relationship with Harvey, he only bought you flowers once and it was after an explosive argument. Steve and Bucky came over the next day, and without fail both of them barked out a laugh at the flowers he had chosen because they weren't even your favorite kind of flower.

You didn't necessarily remember even disclosing your favorite flowers to them, yet they always referenced the bouquet of sad looking yellow chrysanthemums from the grocery store. Of course you reminded them that the type of flower or where he got them from didn't matter to you, it was just the effort and the gesture. The boys were fast to shut that sentiment down, because really, the pretty pink peonies weren't that hard to obtain, so how he managed to mess that up too was beyond your chivalrous best friends.

It didn't take long before you opened up the card inside and recognized the handwriting on it. There was an obvious effort made as it was written neatly and the lines were nice and straight.

Congratulations, Agent!

      We're all so proud of you and everything you've accomplished through hard work and dedication. We've been keeping an eye on you, and we know this journey has been difficult regardless of how easy you made it look. Watching you grow from a rookie to the highest ranking Agent Shield has ever seen has been a privilege to say the least. Although you're skillful in battle and combat, your kind heart and determination that never faltered through the journey is what will get you far. We see all the amazing qualities that make you not just a great fighter, but a great person. We could always use more people like you, and we're here whenever you're ready. From the bottom of our heart, we hope you consider a place on our team once more.

With warm regards and no pressure,

Steve + Bucky, The Avengers.

(Okay, maybe a little bit of pressure.)

You put the letter down, not allowing yourself to break down and over analyze the potential double meaning behind each of the words. The ache pounding at the back of your skull was already a nuisance, and trying to figure out why the boys were being so nice to you after treating you so poorly and denouncing your friendship was bound to make the dull ache sharper.

You dragged your feet all the way to bed before flopping in and wrapping yourself up into the tightest, fuzzy blanket cocoon.

Even with your accomplishment today, tomorrow was your first day as an official agent, and there was more work to be done.

Just like there would be the next day, and Monday, and Tuesday, and Wednesday, and Thursday....

Well, Monday through Thursday were pretty uneventful. You dug your head into the new work assignments you got now that you didn't have normal agent training, and you loved every second of it. It was worth all of your blood, sweat and tears to get there. Then you moved on to individual training with Steve that you painfully wished could be over soon.

All week you let him talk at you, and you never verbally responded. Just as much as you didn't want to be there, you could tell he didn't want to be there either. Today the two of you just sat as he showed and explained to you the different kinds of restraints you would be seeing out in the world on missions, then he would put them on himself and show you how to get out of them.

Deep regret was the only emotion you could use to describe the feeling of saying you would finish off your last few weeks with him working through your biggest fear. It seemed like a good idea two weeks ago when you still had full trust and confidence in him, but now he was flailing ropes, zip ties and handcuffs in your face while you sat completely silent, hoping your face wasn't giving away how unsettled you truly felt by this.

Maybe it would've been better if his voice wasn't so low or monotone, maybe if he actually had changed into gym clothes instead of sitting on the floor in his well put together office outfit you would feel less intimidated.

The only words that made you feel less uncomfortable today was that he wouldn't have you practicing any of this until tomorrow. But his words sat heavily on your mind and made your hands shake all throughout the rest of your day, they made you lose sleep that night, pulled your mind away from work the day of, and made the brain noise so loud that you had to listen to music in your headphones to keep your anxiety to a manageable level just to get yourself to even walk to training again.

Trying your absolute hardest not to think about what was about to happen, you looked down at your own two feet and counted each step as you made the walk, and let the melody of your favorite song distract you from reality.

Unfortunately your music wasn't loud enough to drown out the sounds of your name being called from behind you in the hallway empty besides you and one of three people you really didn't want to see.

So, you tried your hardest to ignore the tormenting happening behind you.

"I know you can hear me, stop being a bitch." Harvey's voice cut through the peaceful music.

"Stop walking I'm trying to talk to you."

"Baby, please. It'll only take a minute."

"I swear to fucking god!" This time he shouted and grabbed your arm, yanking it as hard as he could. An excruciating pain through your shoulder manifested as a yelp and your feet stoped in their place. Keeping hold of your wrist, Harvey used his other forearm to dig into your collarbones and shove you against the wall, using his body to cage you in. "Don't walk away when I'm trying to talk to you."

He ripped one of your AirPods out of your ears and stomped it with his foot. "What the fuck do you want?" You questioned, hoping and praying the pain in your shoulder that was radiating down your arm was nothing but a short term reaction to his assault on your body.

"You blocked my phone number, you ignore me when I try to talk to you in person. How am I ever supposed to get through to you?" He scolded, getting all up in your face as an intimidation tactic.

"You're not supposed to." You sassed. "That's the point. Will you let me go now? You're going to make me late."

"Did you pass evaluation?" He asked.

"I'll tell you if you let me go."

"Of course you did." He got even closer and his voice louder. The whole font of his body was pressing into yours, creating an uncomfortable vice between him and the wall. "You never would've passed had it not been for your scheduled time to jerk off Captain Rogers every day."

"Is that what you're telling yourself to feel better about your failed assessment?" You asked, exhausted of the narrative that your success only came at the mercy of the men around you.

"Why would you think I failed?"

"Because you're sloppy, you don't take your job or the training seriously, you've spent more of you energy worrying about me more than yourself, oh, and your uniform still has the rookie patch on it." You let your words flow out of you like venom. Frankly, you didn't care if it upset him, traveled through his blood and left a toxic taste in his mouth.

Your shoulder was killing you, you were tired and angry, and in the middle of an argument with two grown men over the fact that you quite literally did not jerk Steve off. So yeah, you weren't going to bat your eyelashes and smile at a man who had you pinned against a wall.

Harvey was speechless for a moment, so you continued. "So, I don't think you failed, I know you failed. And I didn't only pass because of Steve. He helped me, but I was doing well before him and I'll continue to do well after him."

You used all your force to shove Harvey off of you, in a moment of shock from your words and behavior, he stumbled back. Then, he was angry all over again.

He tried to throw a punch right at your jaw, but you blocked it, and kicked him right in the stomach. Not hard enough to intend to hurt him, but hard enough to knock him off of his feet and flat on the ground.

With a groan and some struggle, he tried to get up. So you left your foot flat on his stomach as a statement. It quickly got him to stay down.

"Don't you ever try to contact me again. Not through my phone, not to my face, never." You practically growled, still trying to make sure he couldn't tell that he had caused you pain.

Once you were positive that you got your point across, only then did you remove your foot from his body, pick up your broken AirPod to keep as evidence, then start walking away.

“Everyone knows what you and Sargent Barnes did." His voice sounded from behind you.

You stopped in your tracks, oxygen momentarily leaving your lungs. "What exactly did Sargent Barnes and I do?" You asked while keeping a stern face, hoping it was all the same rumors that float around about you and Steve.

"I don't even have to tell you, because you already know what you did." Harvey denied your peace of mind. "Now I know what everyone else knows to. I should've never trusted that you were just friends with both him and Captain Rogers, and that you're the biggest slut in this place."

This time you really did walk away, ignoring his last attempts at getting you to bite into his bait by calling you a whore from his spot in the hallway unable to peel himself off of the ground.

Once he couldn't see you anymore, tears flooded your eyes but you couldn't tell of it was from the physical or emotional pain, and your gripped your shoulder trying to rationalize that you didn't need to go to the medical bay.

The last thing you wanted to do now was see Steve, but you hoped he would go easy on you considering the circumstances.

Your faith in his ability to be a kind and empathetic person completely faltered as your pushed through the doors to the gym and he was already angry at you.

"You're late." He told you sternly, his face was set in a disappointment.

You swallowed the lump in your throat and squeezed your shoulder, hoping the added pressure would help sooth your pain.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be late. I was on time then Ha-" You started explaining, looking at him with fear and tears in your eyes.

"I don't need an excuse." Steve grumbled, cutting you off and very obviously in a foul mood.

He started walking towards you with a rope in his hand, and your heart dropped to your stomach. "Wait, please just- I was on my way here but Harv-"

"I don't care, it's fine." Steve cut you off again. "We're already behind on time, let's just start."

He got close enough to touch you, and you instinctively took a big step back, but it didn't even phase Steve. He grabbed your hand off your shoulder and put it behind your back. Bracing yourself for the pain of him inevitably grabbing your other arm, you frantically let the words "he hurt me" Spill out of your mouth like vomit.

But it didn't come out fast enough, and before you knew it, both of your arms were behind your back and the pain shooting through your arm combined with the devastating realization that Steve didn't care about you anymore made you feel like you were going to be sick.

You could feel the rope around your wrist becoming uncomfortably tight, each knot he tied added another knot to your stomach. "Zero percent."

"What?" He questioned.

Your tears spilled over the edge. "Zero percent trust in you right now. Please stop and just listen to me for one second."

"You're only saying that because you're scared of the restraints." Steve rationalized. "I showed you how to get out, you'll be fine."

"You don't understand" You cried, feeling more and more unsettled by the second, a deep panic settling in your stomach. "Please, I'm trying to tell you what just happened and you aren't listening to me"

He finished up the knot then turned around to face you again. "This is the first time you've tried to even have a conversation with me in two weeks, why should I hear you out when you won't even begin to let me speak to you?"

Steve sat you down on a chair, and started tying your feet. Everything in you told you to fight it, but you were feeling unexpectedly scared of him. You knew you could never match his strength to fight off his efforts and you could never outrun him.

Your friend Steve was nowhere to be found, in front of you was only a dark and stormy Captain America. A weapon of a man with no intention of switching on the safety.

By unintentionally denying his affection towards you two weeks ago, you loaded him up and now the barrel was was pointed directly at your chest. Now, there was no empathy for your fear, no husbandry to make you feel more comfortable in a situation you told him you never wanted to be in, and no regard to what you just went through.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to tell you now because odds are you're going to hear about it eventually because-"

"Okay then I'll hear about it when it gets back to me. We really need to get this going" He told you. "Just calm down, and try to get out how I showed you yesterday."

"You're mad at me, and I get that, but I need my boss right now." You cried, yanking at the ropes on your wrists and ankles, none of them budging.

"I'm not your boss anymore, I haven't been since you passed evaluation." He told you, setting a timer on his phone for 54 minutes. "I only have an hour for training today because I was double booked. I'm going to leave you here to calm yourself down and figure out how to get out. I'll be right back there, either come get me when you're out, or I'll untie you at the end of the hour if you can't do it."

"Steve, don't walk away from me right now, I'm trying to tell you I need a medic." You said frantically, your panic attack hitting you harder by the second.

"Out on a mission we don't get to pick and choose when we get held hostage, consider this extra practice." He started to walk off.

You felt pathetic as your lungs stung with every panting breath, your hands shook as your fingers tried their hardest to untie the knot Steve made sure to pull extra tight, your stomach churned with uncontrollable fear, and your heart thumped so strongly and passionately that you could hear it in your ears despite the physical pain you felt in chest.

Whenever you had panic attacks, your skin broke out in a red splotchy tint, and the world seemed to spin around like a bad case of vertigo. It felt like the floor beneath you was crumbling and cracking with every moment passing, as the walls slowly closed in and the ceiling came down.

Black fuzzies and watery tears altered your vision as you pushed past the pain and tried to get your hands free. It only took about 15 minutes before the rope fell to the floor and the circulation rushed back to your hands. Untying your feet was a lot easier with two free hands, but still mildly difficult with Steve's knot tying skills and the sharp sting in your shoulder every time you exerted your arm.

You got out, you never doubted that you could. But that was never the point, and Steve would've known that had he ever just listened to you. That only fueled your panicked rage as you grabbed the ropes off the floor and stomped over to him, sitting in the very back corner of the gym watching you with a blank look on his face.

The thick ropes smacked the floor right next to his legs, exactly where you aimed as you snapped them out of your hands. "I have no interest in completing the rest of the hour you so graciously gifted me, and absolutely no interest in training with you ever again."

Steve was taken back by the fiery rage that was being directed at him. He knew he was being hard on you, but he was only being hard on you because he thought you could take it. "Woah, hold on. Let's just take a breather for a second."

"No, I don't need a fucking breather, you dipshit." You shouted at him, tears still flowing, hands still shaking. "I need to go see the doctor, that's what I need and that's what you're not understanding. I needed you to listen, I needed you to understand that I wasn't trying to get out of the lesson. I wasn't scared of your fucking ropes, I was scared of Harvey, and now I'm scared of you."

Steve immediately felt awful as your hand found your shoulder again, now that he was getting a better look he could tell it definitely wasn't in the right place. He gulped understanding that he let his pre-existing bad mood deepen the hole he dug your friendship into. "I'm sorry I didn't realize..."

"Now it's my turn to not care." You cried. "I didn't lose trust in you before, not even after you came into my apartment and yelled at me for what I did with Bucky, maybe a little after I found out our whole friendship was just because you wanted to get into my pants. But this stunt you just pulled? You've broken every ounce of trust I've ever given you and I don't think it'll ever be repaired."

"I- I didn't mean to." He said quietly, shaking his head. "I shouldn't have been so hard on you, I'm sorry, I was in a bad mood and I just... let it out on you and it wasn't fair."

"I don't deserve to be treated like this over one mistake, Steve. One. I'm sorry I accidentally hurt you, it was never my intention and I'll regret that till the day I die but I never deserved this." You cried. "Please just leave me alone now. I don't want formalities or pleasantries in passing, I don't want anymore flowers or congratulations, I don't want anything other than to just be left alone now. Because I can't do this anymore."

"Okay, I'm sorry." He surrendered, recognizing the agony you were truly in over this.

"This was way worse than anything I ever did to you." Your voice cracked. "It's a good thing you aren't my boss anymore, because as far as you're concerned I don't even exist to you anymore."

He couldn't mutter anything close to a proper apology or even a goodbye as you stomped away from him for the very last time.

Next Part: Rearview

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The Orbonne Monastery | GLAM FARMING PARTY 🗓️ July 16th, SUNDAY

Howdy to my fellow Ivalice fashion enjoyers! I am a bun with a plan that involves some honest work of farming for glams. The idea is to organize enough people for a raid party and queue into Orbonne Monastery on repeat. We're here to do the honest work of helping each other leave with the glam pieces of one's desire.

DC: Crystal / Goblin 📍 Old Gridania | Mih Khetto's Amphitheatre

🕐 SCHEDULE 6:30PM CST ~ Meet & party up 6:45PM CST ~ Party Finder to fill any open slots 7pm-11pm CST ~ RAID TRAIN!!

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[FAQ]

This sounds like a rootin' tootin' good time, where can I sign-up? Comment and I'll DM you the sign-up link & alliance party spreadsheet! -

Can I come even if I have no interest rolling for loot? Absolutely! The closer we are to wrangling up & filling out three full parties, the less we have to rely on party finder to fill out those empty player slots. The spirit of this event is helping your fellow adventurer, so tagging along and being here because you want to have fun is welcomed and appreciated~ -

It's been a while since I ran Orbonne, how long does it take? Not counting the queue time, the raid takes roughly 35 minutes on average! A rough run can easily add another 5 to 10 minutes. Queue times are trickier to calculate, because I've had to wait anywhere from 7-20 minutes. But hopefully queue times won't be an issue! *knock on wood* -

Will there be small breaks? Of course! Each run will be followed up with a 5-10 minute break to stretch/hydrate/etc. before queueing into the next run. -

I won't be able to run this the whole evening, is it okay to arrive late or dip out early? If you need to leave early for whatever reason, do what you need to do! But good communication is the key to running this event smoothly, so please fill out the spreadsheet accordingly or inform me ahead of time. As for the fashionably late, I can only guarantee it if there's an open slot in the party. -

Is there a dress code? Nope! But if some of you want to coordinate, be my guest! xD -

Can I come even though I never completed Orbonne Monastery? Not going to tell you no, but kindly suggest that you maybe run it at least once before the event. :) This event was organized in hopes of helping folks farm for possible glam items they're missing or want. I'm sure they would appreciate it if they didn't have to wait on cutscenes. -

I have prior plans that night, will you do another? Depends on how well this one goes! This is my first time organizing an event like this so it really depends on how well this one goes. Heck, I might consider organizing this for the other two Ivalice raids if there's enough interest! -

Is this an Art Party? No, we're here to do honest work & farm for some glam pieces! -

Is there a hashtag for the event!? Sure, why not! #wheretheglamsarepretty

#wheretheglamsarepretty

[mickimagnum]

Dang, girl. That was quick. Y'all just start dating. 🤦🏻‍♀️

It didn't take long for Bree to figure out Angela wasn't a good romantic fit. She decided the best thing to do was to end things. Angela didn't take it too well. She showed up on Bree's doorstep at 10:30PM that night, visibly distraught, with a gift before asking if she could move in "as friends". Bree was understandably unnerved and tried to decline is kindly as possible.

#bree abernathy #angela pleasant #the charming farm #sims 4 horse ranch #sims 4 horses #sims 4 cottage living #simblr #the sims 4 #sims community #ts4 #sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 screenshots #my sims #henford on bagley

[eddieslittleslutmuffin]

Surprises

Parings: Eddie Munson x black!oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 2k

Eddie and Devina one shot

Tonight was Eddie’s birthday, Davina decided a month in advance to throw a surprise party for him at their house. He had been quite busy promoting his new movie ‘Love From The Other Side', she would have gone along with him, but she ended up feeling a little sick. At the time they thought it was a stomach flu, or food poisoning. That surely wasn’t the case…

“Alright I want to make sure everything is perfect; we got the cake chillin, and the music ready. Will, and Jonathan are keeping him busy for a while, balloons are going to release from the ceiling. Ah, everything seems perfect.” She breathes to herself, her hand absentmindedly resting on her stomach; Davina felt a bit nervous, but she held it together. Her Eddie has been working so hard, tonight also serves as a celebration of all his success over the past few months.

“Relax Dee, everything is going to go fine, and even if we’re 3 candles short of 27, Eddie will still love it.” Lucas gently grasped my shoulder, he smiled down at her warmly; he’s gotten older, but his face is still youthful. The beard hair on his face doesn’t quite match his age, but he’s growing at a faster rate than Davina would have anticipated. Both her siblings are.

“That boy is so in love, I'm surprised he knows what day it is…ugh.” Erica finished up scribbling some message in the birthday card she picked out. They were supposed to share one card together, but ‘little miss thing’ said their card would be boring.

“Thanks guys, what would I do without you two validating me?” Devina leans into her baby brother letting her body rest temporarily, when her doorbell rang unexpectedly she squeaked.

“They’re here early I guess.” She mumbled, looking at her watch. She's surprised to find that it’s now 8:30pm; making her way to the door, Lucas chuckled, “boy how time flies when you’re having fun.” He laughs half heartedly.

“Devina!” Dustin shouted from the other side of the door, he too had grown way taller than she would have expected.

“Dustin, you got so tall!” Devina pulled him in for a tight hug, huddled behind him is Jane, Mike, Nancy, Steve, and Robin. They waved in unison as they shuffled awkwardly waiting to be let in.

“Max is on her way, said she’s gonna pick up a last minute gift.” Lucas called from the living room, the boys were already gathered around the big flat screen tv with the basketball game on.

“What time is Eddie supposed to be back?” Robin asked, the rest of the girls made their way to the kitchen where Devina had laid out a charcuterie board for everyone to snack on while they waited.

Leaning her hip against the kitchen sink, Devina nibbled on a cracker, “some time around 10, I texted Will, and Jonathan that we’d be ready around this time. They should be here in a while.”

“Wine?” Nancy offered Devina a glass, but she kindly declined, which Nancy gave her a weird look, but didn’t say anything. Feeling an intense gaze on her, Devina looked up to see Jane already watching her. Her round, chocolate brown eyes flickered down to Devina’s stomach, and back up to the older woman’s eyes.

How she knew is unknown to Devina, but she couldn’t say she was shocked. She just smiled slightly, the corners of her lips turned upward. Jane let out a giggle of excitement, the other girls turned to look at her, confusion on their faces. Before anyone could say anything, the doorbell rang again, and this time Steve got up to answer the door. “I got it.”

On the other side of the door stood Max with a big box wrapped in gift paper, and a bow on top. She smiled brightly at everyone, though she seemed a bit disheveled like she rushed to get here.

“Did I make it on time?” She panted, Steve took the boxes from her hands, and stacked them in the dining room where the rest were. Lucas got up and walked over to his wife, taking the jacket off her shoulders, and kissed her on the forehead.

“No, but if you hadn’ been an overachiever, you would have arrived at the same time as me.” He rolled his eyes half heartedly, a huff of air blew from her lips as she was too exhausted to argue.

“We left the best gift at home, and I was not going to give someone a birthday present the day after. It’s rude, hi Devina. You look like you’re glowing.” Max pushed past her husband, and headed towards the kitchen. She kissed her sister in law on both cheeks, then took a glass of wine from Robin’s hand, and threw back the rest of the alcohol.

The sudden knock at the door made everyone scramble to their hiding spot. Unfortunately for me, I had to crouch behind the kitchen counter. I've never felt so nauseous and dizzy in my life. “For the love of god Eddie.” I quietly begged for him to move a little faster, my stomach churned, and twisted. A few tears leaked from my eyes, there was no point in trying to control it, so I let them fall.

“Let me get the lights.” Jonathan mumbled.

“Um…” Eddie's voice sounded uneasy, at the signal of the flights, everyone popped up from their hiding spot.

“Surprise!” They all shouted, I barely made it up without falling over. Nancy grabbed me by the wrist, her other hand coming to support me behind my back. I looked over at her, when everyone was busy with sworming Eddie, she turned to look at me. A knowing smirk on her lips, “congratulations.” She whispered so only the two of us could hear, my heart skipped a beat, my mind started to spiral. If Nancy figured it out, then who else did?

Then, as if reading my mind, Nancy chuckled and said, “Trust me, I’m the only one who knows.” Before I had a chance to answer, Eddie called to me, a wide beaming smile plastered on his face. Beer already in hand, he grabbed me by the wrist.

“Of course you’d throw a surprise party, I love it. Thank you.” He pulled me close, his hand resting on my lower back, and his lips pressed to my forehead.

“Mmkay, presents first, and since I brought the best gift. I'll go first.” Max stepped forward, two boxes wrapped in birthday paper; Lucas stood behind her, a loving hand in her shoulder.

“Here, take a seat on the couch.” I grab Eddie’s hand bringing him past our friends group, and into the living room. Playfully I pushed him down, and took the seat next to him, on the other side sat Mike. Eleven took her seat next to him on the arm of the couch.

“Alright, be prepared to see the best gift you’ve laid eyes on.” Max proclaimed, knowing her, it probably was something expensive, but thoughtful.

Eddie didn’t bother taking his time, he practically ripped the paper off, and tossed it to the ground. He took a pause, turned to me, and promised he’d clean it up later. Opening the box to see what’s inside, his eyes softened, he sniffled a bit as he tried to hold back the tears that threatened to escape.

“Where did you get this?” He asked, pulling a leather jacket from the box, the back had an embroidered image of Wayne Munson, Eddie’s grandfather.

“A friend of mine owed me a favor, he owns a fashion boutique in New York. It was nothing for him to whip this up, then I dug that photo out of the archives of the Hawkins News.” She smiled proudly, then turned the jacket over in the front where there was another embroidered stitch that said “Hell Fire Club 1986.” in black and white letters, with a blazing fiery devil face behind it.

“It’s a small reminder of where we came from, and who we are now.” Her voice dropped to a softer tone, it wasn’t meant to be somber, but it slightly shifted the energy in the room. I grabbed onto Eddie’s hand giving it a gentle squeeze, in response he pulled my hand up to his lips, and kissed it.

“Wow Red, you really outdid yourself this year.” I stood from his spot on the couch, and pulled Max into his arms. He squeezed her as tight as he could, before letting her go.

“Still holding on to that nickname aye?” She pressed her lips together, in Eddie’s eyes, they were all like little brothers and sisters to him.

“Always.” He smiled warmly; that’s how the rest of the night went, everyone passed their gifts out to him, and each was just as special. Dustin told some hilarious stories about his senior science students at the new school he teaches at; him almost burning down a school didn't seem out of character for him. Then eventually it came around to me, the room quieted down after Dustin got a big laugh out of us. Eddie turned to me, his eyes inspecting my face, he knew something was off, but he wasn’t sure what.

“And what about you Little Miss, you’ve been awfully quiet.” The thing about Eddie is, he didn’t mind addressing issues in front of friends, no matter how big, or small the problem is.

“I’d like to argue that maybe I brought you the best gift of all, well at least in your eyes Eddie.” He seemed confused by my words, I could see the wheels turning in his mind, but he won’t be able to put two and two together for this one. My eyes darted over to Nancy, who was already tearing up, Steve grabbed her by the shoulders, a look of concern on his face.

“Lucas, can you hand me that box over there next to you.” On the end table next to him where he sat on the end of the love seat with Max, sat a small box wrapped in birthday paper. An envelope was tucked underneath the gift ribbon, when he handed it to me I pulled the envelope out, and handed Eddie the box.

“Such a small box.” He quipped nervously, he stared up at me for a moment, I gave him the nod of approval, then he proceeded to rip the paper off.

“Babe I love Nikes, but don’t you think these are a bit small?” Eddie jokes, he hadn’t opened the box yet, I wasn’t quite sure how to feel about his uneasiness. I just let it play out, this is how he always reacts when receiving big news.

“You big idiot.” Erica sighed heavily, she rolled her eyes, reached over Eddie’s shoulder, and opened the lid. The whole room held their breath, he continued to stare down at the tiny Air Nikes in shock. Tears rolled down his eyes, yet he said nothing. The boys all made excited squeals, Mike clapped Lucas over the shoulders.

“Babe.” I called, then I handed him the envelope, I scribed his name across it in cursive letters. When he opened it out and slipped a picture of an ultrasound, he picked it up, turned it over. A joyous laugh came from him, something I didn't quite expect, but I’ve never been happier.

“Happy Birthday Eddie, We’re pregnant.” Everyone burst out into cheers, and applause. The boys—Dustin, Lucas, and Mike—were particularly excited as they nearly dog piled Eddie.

“I knew it!” Jane shouted, her eyes as wide as her smile, Nancy spoke up, she shrugged her shoulders. “So did I.” She said nonchalantly, then Max, “so did I.”

“Wait you too?” I questioned her, I was so sure I kept this well hidden when I found out, but apparently not.

“Of course I did, not drinking alcohol, only eating crackers, and you always look to be on the brink of death. Plus I just know these things.” Max shrugged, Robbin let out a scuff, her facial expression unimpressed.

“Just because you’ve had twins doesn’t mean you have a pregnancy radar.” Robbin rolled her eyes, she stood over the cake cutting it into equal slices for everyone. As they bickered back and forth, I turned to Eddie who was still staring at the ultrasound image.

“I’m gonna be a dad…I’m gonna be a boy dad, nah, this really is the best gift I’ve been given Dee.” Eddie grabbed me by my hand, pulling me down to the couch. I snuggle under his arm. Finally I can relax now that he’s here.

“What are we gonna name him?” I yawned, I didn’t realize how physically draining keeping my resolve together this whole time would be.

He played with the ends of my hair twirling it around his finger slowly, he took a moment to ponder, but then Dustin cut in. “What about Issac?”

“Issac?” I asked, Eddie rolled his eyes, a knowing smirk on his lips, he shook his head.

“I’m not naming my first child after some old white dude Dustin.” Eddie let out an airy laugh, his fingers drummed on my shoulder, his eyebrows pinched together.

“I always liked the name Bryce.” Robin spoke up, her mouth half stuffed with cake, it was a nice name, but didn’t feel right. We all continued to throw names around as we munched on our food, or in my case, a saltine cracker. It wasn’t until Jane popped up from her chair, her eyes as wide as saucers; she smacked her lips trying to get the rest of her bite of food down.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! I got it! I got it!” She shouted, we all looked at her expectantly. Will whipped his hands in a circular motion, “Out with it then!” He rolled his eyes, I let out a giggle, Will hasn’t been around since he’s been so busy with all his art projects. I’m so proud of him, I’m proud of all of them.

“Your middle name, name him after your middle name Eddie.” She said, we all turned to look at Eddie, I'm the only one here that knew his middle name. He told me once… long ago, I never forgot it. The corners of my mouth turned upwards into a soft smile, he looked over at me, his grin wide, and joyous.

“Mason—

“That’s your middle name?” Mike, Dustin, Will, and Lucas spoke at the same time; their faces shocked, confused, and somewhat disgusted.

“You know you could have just looked up this information on the internet?” Jane scoffed at her boyfriend, because out of all people Mike should have been able to know how to work a computer in order to get answers right?

“Anyway, let’s make a toast, Eddie, happy birthday friend. 27 looks wonderful on you, here’s to many more birthdays, and baby Mason.” Steve held up his beer, we all cheered, and they clinked their glasses. I tapped my bottle of water to Nancy’s glass, she pulled me in by the shoulder, and kissed my temple.

As I look around at my chosen family, I couldn’t be happier than to be raising a baby with them. I felt loved, appreciated, and protected.

a/n: Happy Mother’s Day babes

#eddie munson #stranger things #black!oc #eddie munson x black!oc #eddie munson fanfic

[urbnfarmr]

#Agroforestry BBQ & Expert Demo

#Agroforestry BBQ & Expert Demo The 2023 Agroforestry BBQ & Expert Demo Series is a monthly peer-to-peer learning party for all things Agroforestry in West Michigan.

5/18 - #Biochar with Peter Bane Featuring: - Biochar production demonstration - The science and potential of biochar - Biochar uses around the farm

Our lineup of experts this year is fantastic, covering a wide range of Agroforestry knowledge, practices and skillsets.

This monthly event is held the third Thursday of each month from 4:30 to 7:30pm, running from April through Sept. Registration includes all materials for the workshop and a BIG plate of BBQ + sides. For those that are able, we kindly suggest a $10 dollar donation. All donations are tax-deductible, & can be made securely at our donation page. Kropscott Farm Environmental Center 6523 West Baseline Road Fremont, MI https://www.eventbrite.com/e/agroforestry-bbq-expert-demo-tickets-520002711107

[snuhee]

© snuhee — please kindly do not repost, copy, or translate any of my works.

ʚ❤︎ɞ the boyz 

— sangyeon ⊳ lovesick

—  jacob ⊳ ur my angel

—  younghoon ⊳ goodnight n go , warmth

— hyunjae ⊳ icecream

—  juyeon ⊳ bloom into your heart (SMAU) , i wanna be yours

—  kevin ⊳ none atm

—  chanhee ⊳ girlfriend?

—  changmin ⊳ [5:30pm]

—  juhaknyeon ⊳ [11:01am] , all yours

—  sunwoo ⊳ [10:08pm] , under the table , shoot your shot

—  eric ⊳ juice box , umbrella

#snuhee masterlist.

[justkeepdancing-nemo]

Day 27 – 9 to 5: What does your character’s work/school day look like?

24/7: A day in Nemo’s life, after his injury

tw: eating disorder (eating anxiety) 

7am: Alarm. Hit snooze once. Don’t move for as long as you can. 

7:15am: Alarm. Hit snooze a second time. 

7:20am: Alarm. Turn it off. It’s time to sit up. Breathe deeply, it’ll hurt. Brace yourself, bite your tongue, go slow. You’re up. Breathe again. In and out. Wipe the sleep, and the tears, from your eyes. 

7:30am: Stretching. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt worse if you don’t though, so coax all your muscles back to life, gently and kindly as you can. 

7:55am: Shower. Stand perfectly still under the hot water. Close your eyes and look up, let the water trickle over your eyes and nose and into your mouth.

8:45am: You’re late. You were in the shower too long. Grab the same sweats you’ve worn for a week since you’ve not done laundry, but nothing else is comfortable enough. Where’s a clean shirt? Shit, where’s a clean shirt? Would your roommate realize you’ve nicked one? 

9:10am: Skip breakfast. Get to class, late. Sorry, sorry, take your seat. Books out. 

9:20am: Your back’s hurting.

9:30am: Your back’s hurting 

9:40am: Your back is really really hurting. You can’t sit anymore. Stand up. Pretend you’ve got to use the bathroom. Sorry, sorry, you’ll be right back. So so sorry.

9:42am: The bathroom tiles are hard and cold as ice but at least you’re lying down.

10:05am: Stay behind to talk to the professor. Where’s your paper? Great question. Sending it tonight. Promise. Swear. Smile. Sorry, sorry.

10:15am: Class again. Not late!  Hungry though. 

10:25am: Back’s hurting.

10:39am: Back’s hurting

10:55am: Back’s burning, fuck, why does sitting hurt so much?. You can make it though. Five minutes. So hungry. 

11:20am: Swing by the hall for lunch– grab a banana, an apple, a blueberry muffin. Put the blueberry muffin back. Pick up the blueberry muffin. Put the blueberry muffin back. Fuck it, take the muffin.

11:30am: Back in your room. Lay down, finally finally. Read, eat, rest, all at the same time. Don’t fall asleep again. Don’t fall asleep! 

11:55am: Shit, dozed off. 

12:30pm: Almost time for dance. Stretch again, lightly. Wake up. Be a person. You can do it! 

1pm: Ballet. Go to the barre and get into position. Ignore the way your back twinges. You can’t dance, but you can do this. First position, second position, third position, fourth position, fifth position. Your back twinges, but your body knows. You won’t lose everything you’ve worked for. Again, and again. When your back twinges, just hold onto the barre tighter. 

2pm: Contemporary. Sit and watch, until your back hurts. Then, lay down. Listen to the soft landings, the toes scuffing against the hardwood. Every little bounce into the air. Count the rhythm of the music. Try not to cry. You should be dancing. You want to be dancing. 

3pm: Back to the dorm. Change again. Sweats. Sweater. Grab your coat, time to head out. 

3:30pm: Work! Say hullo to the dogs. Give them scratches and let them lick your face. You miss them, miss playing with them, but you can’t get down on the floor the way you used to. Not yet! Soon, you promise them. 

3:33pm: Desk Duty. Say hullo to Greg. Smile. Small talk about class. Yeah, it’s all fine. Yeah, you’re feeling better, a little, day by day! 

3:45pm: Back’s hurting

3:58pm: Get up. Rearrange the new toys. Switch around some of the cat food. Don’t look like you’re in pain. You need to work. You can’t have Greg thinking you can’t work 

4:10pm: Phone rings! Grab it. Sit down. Make the appointment. Take a book out. Read for class. 

4:15pm: Back’s hurting.

4:31pm: Back’s hurting. Keep reading. 

5:15pm: Time to close up shoppe! Okay, it’s too soon. Get up anyway though. Sweep. Tidy. Sweep a second time, then get ready to bring the animals in 

5:40pm: Feed the animals. Fresh kibble. New cans of delicious, wet tuna. New bowls of water. Going back and forth to fill the sink hurts your back. Everything hurts you back. Gently pet the head of the old beagle who is gray all around the eyes, whose breath is sour with age. “My back hurts,” you confess, because she gets it. She kisses you. Oh, that’s the bell. Someone’s here.

5:55pm: Help check out all the dogs going home. Bye! Have a good night! 

6:05pm: Time to close up, for real. Say goodbye to Greg. Shit, don’t forget your book, you need that. 

6:40pm: Work, but this time, for school. Go to the library. You’ll fall asleep in your room. All the way up at the top floor, it’s quiet, and no one will be around in case you have to lay down on the carpet. Go to the back, back, back corner anyway, just in case. Right, you’ve got a paper to finish. You got this. You can get it done.

6:50pm: Back’s hurting.

7:08pm: Maybe this was a bad idea. Maybe you should have finished in your room. 

7:15pm: Maybe the quiet is too much. That’s the problem. You need more noise. It’s so quiet you can’t concentrate on anything but your back, hurting.

7:29pm: Set up again on the second floor of the library. Okay, paper, take two!

7:41pm: Hungry now. But you ate earlier. Can’t eat again, you’re barely exercising these days. You’ll get fat. Concentrate. Focus. Stop making excuses. 

8:05pm: Maybe a snack would help? 

8:28pm: Okay, quick snack, then you’re going to go right back to the library and finish your paper. You’re almost done (you haven’t started). Rice, beans, vegetables! 

8:45pm: Your boyfriend’s calling! Right, hi! Yeah, everything’s good. How’s work? What’s up with you? Tell me everything! 

10:09pm: It’s so late. You shouldn’t have talked that long. You shouldn’t have eaten so much. You need to go back to the library. You can’t get yourself to go to the library. Maybe what you need to do is sleep and wake up early, and then, then, you can write your paper. Your back will feel better tomorrow anyway. Yeah, maybe you should go to bed. 

10:30pm: Back at the dorms. Hi Jeremy. What’s up? Yeah, I’m fine. How are you?

11:59pm: It’s so late.. Lights out. Good night.

12:48am: Back’s hurting. 

7am: Alarm. Hit snooze once. Don’t move for as long as you can. 

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01.12.24

It’s exactly 6am, I am still bursting with anger because my husband told me “Anong ano jan” with a tone that ticked me off because for the love of peace and quiet in our household I CANNOT FIGURE OUT HIS PC. My brain is to squirmy to even come up with words when I wish to write something as bland as this blog. I feel like my efforts in life are always overlooked because it’s “what I am supposed to do” as a wife, a mom, a non working human in this household. A little back story might be helpful to understand my postpartum rage.

7am woke up to feed crying baby then fell asleep.

9am woke up again, chapped lips from dehydration, drank water and fed awakened baby from waking from the bed.

10:30am fixed the bed (half) with asleep baby, went downstairs to thaw the chicken and had a peaceful 30mins choking on my cheerios and figuring out if there is a faster way of finishing it because I know I am unconsciously timed by my husband if I am taking too long downstairs bc he is working upstairs.

11:30am finished cooking, cleaned kitchen, living room and I went up. Fixed the baby’s bath tub and clothes, and while the husband bathes the baby, I clean the room, I sweep, I tidy, I fix. Then he calls for me to pat the baby dry and groom.

12:30 husband goes for lunch, I stay with the baby to feed and his 1st afternoon nap. I get my peace too for 30mins until he “does” things “quietly” for him and wakes up the baby. It’s 1:30pm, and I have a dental appointment with an empty tummy and reek of sweat and breastmilk.

1:35pm I power shower/ clean myself as I fell exhaustion reach my eyes and I feel a tad bit warm on the eyes. I refuse to cry, this is everyday, I can’t be too surprised, nor disappointed.

2:15pm reached dentist and the procedure goes. I wish he didn’t have to ask questions so I could have my quiet time.

4:30pm I went for a quick Mcdo fix, staring blankly into the students thinking “ang lalandi netong mga to ke babata” squeeing their delight in seeing a group of sweaty boys enter the premises. I can’t even eat in peace, the student next to me keeps shouting.

I booked a Joyride (not sponsored, charot) and asked the rider to kindly stop by any Dunkin Donuts kiosk, I added the fare, ofcourse. I was fast and sure of what to get and in less than 5 mins we were on our way to the house, the home? I don’t know.

My baby was wide awake when I got home, good, I said because my boobs were exploding. I fed the baby and he proceeded to working again - checking his phone again - to trading again - to playing switch again - and not finishing his work again due to the many stop overs to a finished contract.

I know he is making a living while trying to earn on the side (stock trading) but when your baby is almost 99.99% facing his cellphone and monitor, always having to catch the baby on his “improper” position while sleeping, ticks me a great deal specially when I keep reminding but never listened to. Paulit ulit ako na hindi dapat ganun position ng baby dahil baka makasanayan ng likod with his unsteady bone structure. ANG TIGAS NG ULO NG ASAWA KO.

It’s dinner time. I told him to fix his own plate, walang nadinig. I had to say “wow don na don ha, nag aabang na lang ng pagkaen nakaupo na” and prepred his food with a grin. The baby cried while we ate and I didn’t stop. My last meal were 30 pcs of cheerios at 10:35am and I am hungry. He was on his 2nd bowl tho.

He washed the plates, I go back to wipe the counter. Fix the dishes and arrange. Every. Single. Day.

We went up at 8:30pm after the news. I told him to clean and change the baby to his sleepwear while I cleaned the room again and prepare for sleep. Emails to Cafe Kai keeps coming about bazaars, rentals and opportunities, I reminded him to make an LOI and he nodded.

My back hurts, I feed the baby again, and this was about the start of our fight.

[violixs]

CHANCE

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, f2l, highschool!au but not properly established

cw: they share a bed, not proof read and written in one sitting at 10:30pm °-°

wc: 1.7K

a/n: i can’t lie i do genuinely love this fic a lot, it’s silly and small but i think it’s sweet and he is too! please like and rb if you enjoy, feedback is very welcome and all is appreciated <3

Fatigue is a fatal thing. Clouding thoughts and forcing you into decisions you really should’ve thought more about—it seems so normal yet the danger that comes with it is sometimes inevitable. Like waking up with last night’s makeup on, or missing your stop on the bus because you just happened to rest your eyes.

Fatigue takes over your body on the night everyone is cuddled up in Felix’s living room. Friday night brings a buzzing atmosphere and the sky is an almost vibrant navy colour; the moon shines particularly brightly and it’s hard to resist sneaking a glance at it every five seconds. The boys are all focused on his game console (apparently it’s the newest one, you and Minho seem to be the only ones not that interested) and the sight is pleasant to see. Wrapped together in blankets, bowls of food both hot and cold scattered around for you to share. The sight of Jeongin’s face lighting up when he finally scores a point. The host looks around his living room with a smile on his face—everything is perfect, and he doesn’t even care that he has a test on Monday morning he needs to revise for.

In fact, he’s so totally enarmed in happiness that the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the feeling of a weight dropping on his shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a big deal hadn’t it been you, but of course, it is your hair that brushes softly against the skin of his neck before you quickly spring back up.

The suddenness of the movement catches his attention, and his head and body spin around to focus completely on you. Baby hairs messily frame your face and your eyes are slightly puffy and desperate to close there and then, but he can tell you’re forcing them open as you try and keep yourself awake. His heart pounds in his chest when you flash him a grin, and it’s irresistible not to send one back. He looks like an angel—the sun reincarnated—but he thinks you’re the prettiest person to walk the earth.

In fact, he’s so sure of his thoughts that it makes him sick. Sick in the way that he knows you are best friends, in fact, you were friends with Chan before you were ever friends with Felix, and sick in the way that he knows trying to change that dynamic could ruin everything.

Love is so delicate, and so cruel that he questions whether such a thing can exist, because surely if it did, it’d be much easier for him to wrap your exhausted form in his arms and lull you to sleep himself. Of course, it’s not as hard as it seems, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything, and that’s what makes it such a scary thing.

Felix quickly snaps out of his thoughts and realises he was lost in his mind once again. Your body is slumped facing his, the right side of your face squished against the pillow of the sofa while you watch his face. Really, you’re not doing too much else, but the feeling of just being able to look at someone and feel immense comfort is an unexplainably lovely feeling in itself. You’d be quite happy to sit and exist with him like that for many moments longer, but as the blond pulls the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he leans in closer.

He doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches, but he certainly notices the way his own gut churns as he leans in.

“Do you need to go to bed? I’ll take you up to go early so you can get some rest.” He asks, whispering the offer in a way so kindly that you’re more focused on how dreamy he is than the fact he’s said the words you’ve been waiting on all night—you can finally rest, after what feels like a lifetime of trying to keep yourself awake. When a look of relief washes over your face and you gently nod at him, Felix decides it was worth the uncomfortable and intrusive butterflies. He’s never seen you look so pleased to accept an offer, but when you clumsily get up and stumble over your own feet, he knows how much you want to just sleep. He giggles, too: you look like a newborn puppy.

Telling the boys he’s taking you up, the blond wastes no time in jumping to your side. He doesn’t realise how he’s looking at you as though you’re his entire world, nor does he realise how his hand naturally snakes to the small of your back to give you soft comfort and support as you groggily drag your feet up the stairs.

He laughs when you cry about how you’re still wearing makeup, a little guilt creeping up his spine when you complain he’s “too mean” and that it’s a “serious thing”, but he knows he’ll take it off for you anyway. He doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep knowing he let you go to bed sad with stained eyes.

Every touch on your face is the most careful and light touch Felix has ever done. He’s so incredibly caring with the way he wipes at your eyes, one hand swiping the cotton pad while the other holds your jaw. The thoughts of how easy it would be to kiss you and how amazing it would feel to finally have your lips against are being brought to the front of his mind, and every time he shoves them back with pink ears and hot cheeks. However he doesn’t stop looking after you. His hands still wipe and caress your skin attentively and he still reaches for his moisturiser which he knows you adore the smell of (you let him know once, and now he puts it on every time he knows you’ll be somewhere).

Soon he’s practically carrying you into his bedroom. It shouldn’t make him as flustered as he is, but it’s weird to think that his arms are wrapped around you and pulling you close to his body as you walk into his bedroom. His parents aren’t even home—just his two sisters keeping the friend group company—but it still feels like he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Those thoughts are easy to dismiss when you fall onto his mattress with a pleased sigh, the noise falling from your lips unconsciously and sending his mind reeling. You look so cute, quickly snuggling your way under the thick sheets and nuzzling your head into the pillows. Although you look comfortable enough, Felix feels almost inclined to tuck you in, his hands automatically reaching for the edges of the sheets that don’t quite cover your body and to the pillow that could be a little fluffier.

But he freezes. Your warm hand wraps around his wrist and his body goes still. “Stay with me.” You mumble, words hardly coherent but he hears them clear as day. You want him to stay with you and that could mean so many things but he’s only thinking of one, and soon he also thinks you can read his mind because you’re pulling the corner of the midnight quilt up and tapping the off-white sheets next to you.

Climbing under the covers is a natural response, he thinks. Felix thinks it’s even more natural for his arms to cradle your limp body after your own find his waist, cuddling into his body before going still. Along with the stillness of your body comes the shallow and steady breaths, and you’re asleep within minutes.

Perfect. He thinks everything is perfect and doesn’t care that someone will definitely come searching for him in an hour or so when they realise how long he’s been gone. Right now, all he can do is admire you, the curve of your nose and the dip of your cupid’s bow and every single detail that makes your face so loveable. He imagines the way you look when you first wake up in the morning, but gets shy when he imagines you waking up in his arms.

They’re all the scenarios from daydreams he has when he should be focusing on whatever the teacher is saying, but suddenly he realises they could become realities. He could wake up tomorrow and still have your arms wrapped weakly around his torso, feel your breath against his exposed chest and admire you as the golden sun leaks through the window. Still, he wouldn’t be able to kiss your lips and laugh when you ask him not to because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. He can’t tickle you until you’re out of breath to wake you up and then end it with his head resting on top of your stomach, head tilted towards your face so he can watch the smile that paints it prettily.

There’s so much he wants to do and so much he can’t do and it’s driving him insane. Almost as though his hands are mere centimetres away from the thing he’s trying to grab, he’s never felt closer to having you than now. In fact, the situation you’re in would’ve been almost completely unreal to him just the day before, but now he’s got it and he doesn’t want to let go.

You manage to make him want to stay up until he physically cannot just so he can savour the feeling of being here with you. But fatigue has its ways, and spreads onto him like a contagious disease. He can feel his heart slow as his breathing matches yours, and his eyes start to shut before he even wants them to. Tomorrow, maybe he’ll make you breakfast and cook in the kitchen with you before anyone else is awake. Perhaps you’ll get up before him but stay still in his arms because you like it just as much as he does. There’s still a chance, and Felix decides to bet on it.

After all, he can’t confess to you in your sleep and expect you to reciprocate the feelings. Instead he settles for a kiss on the crown of your head, and one over your messy hair that he doesn’t care feels uncomfortable against his lips.

Having you here, right now, is better than having you never, he decides. The chance of getting you in the morning is better than the reality he’d face if he backs out of it all now and leaves you alone, empty in his bed. You’re worth taking the chance for, Felix thinks, and he’d happily bet on it again and again if it meant eventually, he could have you just like he wanted.

#skz #skz x reader #stray kids #stray kids x reader #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #stray kids fics #stray kids fanfic #lee felix drabbles #felix drabbles #felix fluff #lee felix fluff #lee felix x reader #felix #skz felix #felix x reader #lee felix fanfic #lee felix #📝.writes

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↳ COMING SUNDAY, JANUARY 10TH AT 10:30PM EST

summary: after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

{enemies to lovers!au, arranged marriage!au, rich kids!au}

pairing: kim taehyung x female reader genre: fluff, angst, smut (what!!) est. word count: 30k a/n: well well well. long time no see, i suppose. i know you guys have been waiting months for this fic, and i have been spending months slaving over it, but it’s finally here!! it’s coming !!! holy shit it’s literally almost here!!! and the best news of all, it’s not just my baby. it’s @kinktae​‘s too!!! yes, that’s right folks, rose has very kindly offered to write the smut in this fic, so you guys are getting fed fed. please make sure to give her lots of love for me !!!! if you are uncomfortable with reading smut, please know that we’ve structured the story so that it’s not imperative you read it in order to fully grasp everything. we hope you enjoy!

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“You do realize that our marriage isn’t going to suddenly go away, right? That we’re going to have to keep doing this for the rest of our lives?” You remind him, eyebrows raised. There’s a part of you that genuinely thinks he’s completely forgotten that your marriage is permanent.

“Oh, and not holding hands for five minutes for this one event is totally going to change the course of our lives, right?” Taehyung fights back.

“Don’t act like you did the right thing,” you spit out. “You don’t have to pretend in front of me. I know you don’t give a shit about our marriage.”

“What marriage is there to even give a shit about? Just because we had a wedding and signed some documents does not mean there is a real marriage between us. Look at us,” he motions between the two of you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “We hate each other. Is this what you would call marriage?”

“But at least I’m trying to get past that!” You exclaim. “You make it seem like being as miserable as possible is some sort of badge of honor. Do you actually want to spend the rest of your life hating the person you married? Or do you want to grow up and try and move on?”

Taehyung frowns. “What I want is for the person I married to stop acting like they’re doing me such a huge favor by pretending to care about us. Especially when all they really care about is their family’s goddamn reputation.”

“No,” you tell him sternly. You are doing him a favor. He just can’t admit that he actually needs help from you. “You are putting zero effort into this. What am I supposed to do?”

“Let it go!” Taehyung shouts. “Maybe one day we’ll actually start getting along, but right now it’s obvious that neither one of us can stand the other. I don’t need you to do favors for me. I can handle it myself.”

You look away, rolling your eyes. “Doesn’t look like it to me,” you mutter to yourself. 

Taehyung cracks. “Fine. You want me to pretend that I actually care about us? I will.” Thank God. Maybe now the two of you will finally start seeing eye-to-eye. “But make no mistake about how I feel about you,” he spits. “Getting married to you ruined my life.”

You stare straight at him and his eyes are swirling, so obscured in the darkness of the night that you might even think he doesn’t have a soul at all. His pupils bore into yours and for once, for once in your goddamn life, after so many years of staring each other down at debutante balls, so many years of witty refrains and snarky insults hurled each other’s way, it feels like the two of you might actually snap. 

Then, a camera flashes.

say hi to me! ~ say hi to rose! 

#taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung smut #bts smut #bts fluff #bts angst #bts scenario #v fluff #v angst #v scenario #taehyung scenario #bts imagine #taehyung imagine #v imagine #bts au #taehyung au #w: love me or we both go down #ITS FINALLY HERE!!!!!

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TAGS. tags, tags, tags! the tumblr algorithm runs solely on tags, meaning likes don’t do anything when it comes to boosting posts - make sure to use most common tags and check the spelling! some popular tags in the studyblr community are #studyblr #studying #onmydesk and #studyspo. i would also higly recommend using bloggers’ tags! a lot of people track a tag, meaning your posts will show up on their dash even if they don’t follow you. you can usually find their tracking tag in the blog description or on their about/faq page :) (i, for example, track #bulletnotestudies). additionally, keep in mind that only the first 20 tags count, after that you’re just screaming into the void

FORMAT PROPERLY  when posting photos, use the photo and not text type of post; it does have an effect on the display on some of the tumblr themes and can be a factor of whether or not your posts will get reblogged. continuing on the same tangent, make sure all your photos are the same size! in the mobile app and on the dash, the photos get cropped to fit the post margins anyway, but if you go to someone’s blog, they will show in the size you used - meaning your pretty moodboard will look all wonky if you didn’t crop all the photos to the same size. and if you can, post your photo posts through the website on a computer, rather than from your phone/tablet; the mobile version converts photo posts into text, meaning the format will get all jumbled if you use two or more photos.  pay attention to your descriptions and text posts too. if you’re writing a long one, separate it into paragraphs, so it’s easier to read. similarly, remember that most people use the mobile app, so super long posts will clog up their dash and they’ll most likely end up scrolling really fast to just get to the end of the post quickly (insert a ‘read more’ to avoid this)

EDITING you don’t need fancy stationery or technology to make ‘sucessful’ posts, but if you have the means and a little time, editing can get you very far. here’s a post by @myhoneststudyblr​ in which she kindly takes you through her process step by step. also, here’s how i edit my photos.

figure out an OPTIMAL POSTING TIME  when are your followers most active? for me, it’s around 10-11am and 1-2:30pm my time. also reblog your own posts at diff times to make sure you reach all timezones (i usually schedule reblogs right after i’ve published my post)

TRIAL AND ERROR  your posts won’t just one day start getting thousands of notes, slow and steady, most importantly: focus on making content you enjoy - if you like the process and like what you’re putting out, it’ll show and notes will start trickling in as well! something @study-with-jana​ once told me that’s really stuck with me: “Not all your posts are going to be successful but every once in a while there’s going to be one that is, so just keep trying. You’ll also get better at taking pictures the more you do it so just keep posting and don’t mind how many notes you get that much.”

and for the sake of everyone’s good mood and comfort in the community, please do not turn to reposting others’ content in an effort to gain notes. it’s highly disrespectful towards the actual author and demotivates them. a lot. recognise that making your own content takes a lot of time, planning, and overall effort. this is a community and that means that we support content creators in turn for the posts they share with us for free. reblog their posts!

if there’s anything i failed to mention or explain in the way understandable to you, feel free to send me an ask x

#this post popped in my head at 3am last night so here it is #sabrinas posts #studyblr #sabrinas masterposts #study masterpost #tips #studying #studyvan #myhoneststudyblr #gloomstudy #noodledesk #academiix #stillstudies #stuhde #lookrylie #heykenzie #jeonchemstudy #athenastudying #serendistudy #problematicprocrastinator

[sunbathe]

here’s an update! i ended up sleeping all night haha. from around 10:30pm to 9am. i think my body is just trying to figure itself out? i took 5mg of melatonin and i’m not sure if that helped at all but i did have some pretty vivid dreams. today i’m still feeling a bit anxious, but better than yesterday? i’m hoping this feeling wears off sooner or later this week but we’ll take it slow and see. can’t force anything. i also want to thank everyone who replied to my last update so kindly. reading those replies made me happy cry! i keep reminding myself that so many people are here for me and are hoping for the best for me and it really really helps improve my mood.

#tw withdrawal #tw addiction