#Afair

[smileattheclicque]

Healing In Distress - DISCLAIMER (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1401432492-healing-in-distress-disclaimer?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading twenty-four year old Alba Heinmen has always had her troubles in love, that's why when John Ahlborn, popular boutique owner that she's loved since seventeen asked her to be his, she couldn't believe it. With a supportive friend group and a rich and caring husband, Alba seemed to have a perfect life, no drama, no challenges, and a loving friend group, what more could she ask for?

[nexo-nex]

Theres gotta be a message/metaphor somewhere about briar having rose tinted glasses in her main design and her finally realizing her destiny is not as good as it was painted out to be for her

[zzoupz]

based on yesterday's pony town session w/ @genersones and @johnwardd

I can't remember the exact conversation but it sure is my favorite one

[alltoowsll]

And you know DAMN WELL, for you, I would ruin myself a million little times

[campspawn]

yknow i know a lot of people are upset about cassandra dying which i get. BUT. i can’t fucking wait for kristen’s ‘my deity is dead i’m a cleric and i’ve killed TWO gods in rapid fire succession what am i gonna fucking do’ arc because i think it’s gonna be the best kristen arc yet

[wilsons-three-legged-siamese]

Only me that hatessss season 2 House?

Chase is now a pedophile, Wilson has an affair with a PATIENT, Tritter is now in the story line, Wilsons marriage brakes, House and Wilson fight a lot, Stacy still exists.

It's a mess of mishaps and I hate it.

[slightlymad]

you showed me colours you know i can't see with anyone else

TAYLOR SWIFT — ILLICIT AFFAIRS

the eras tour — glendale, arizona (march 18, 2023)

[ourlastkiss]

not to be dramatic but i’m never recovering from the illicit affairs vocals

[oneofstarkskids]

don't say that

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

genre: angst?

warnings: infidelity, codependency, !TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!

summary: based on taylor swift's song illicit affairs

*𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚏*

You check the time. The numbers glow on your phone, "8:15."

You slip the device into your pocket and rush over to the door, quietly inching it open and peeking out.

All clear.

You pulled your hood over your head.

It was around this time that Steve went to sleep. Tony would be in the lab and honestly so would Bruce. Nat would either be doing extra training or watching a movie. Peter would be out on patrol and Wanda would be forcing Vision to watch sitcoms.

You hurried down the hall towards the elevator, careful not to make too much noise.

Once you were inside the elevator, you checked your phone to see if he had texted you. He hadn't.

The metal box you were standing in dinged indicating that it was time to get off. The doors slid open and you quickly grabbed your keys and made your way to the parking garage.

You almost had an entire panic attack upon seeing Sam coming in from the side door. For a moment you debated sprinting back up to your room, but it was already too late.

He called your name. "What're you doing out here?" He asked curiously.

"I was going to go for a run," you lied.

Sam made a face, "You!?"

You rolled your eyes and played it cool despite your racing heartbeat.

"Yeah! Is that so hard to believe?" You asked defensively.

He raised his hands in mock-surrender, "Hey. More power to you. Be careful out there."

With that, Sam went over and pressed the button for the elevator.

You waited until he was surely all the way up to whatever floor he was going to and let out a sigh of relief.

You pulled your keys out of your pocket and unlocked your car.

Making sure to take the back roads, you drove to the destination he told you to meet him at.

...

You pulled up to a bar in the middle of nowhere. And there it was, his black Harley-Davidson motorcycle in one of the empty spots.

Upon seeing his silhouette through your tainted car window, your heart fluttered.

It reminded of you of the first time you felt that. It was one of Tony's extravagant parties. The two of you had despised each other , but when he saw you on the terrace looking like your whole world had just come crashing down he couldn't help but comfort you.

He walked through the open doors and leaned against the railing before glancing at you, "Bad day?"

You scoffed sarcastically, "Bad week."

His face twitched in a way that you could tell he was trying to say something. "Wanna talk about it?"

You looked down, "No. Not really."

"Not with me?" He sounded genuinely hurt.

Your eyes met his, searching for sincerity. He looked like a wounded puppy.

"It's not you. I just...I don't like confronting my emotions I guess," you laughed.

He chuckled, "Yeah. I get that."

You stared at him for a little too long. He was entrancing. The strands of hair framing his face swayed in harmony with the chilled breeze of the night and the moon reflected on his sparkling eyes.

Snapping back to reality, you turned your attention to the party. "Where's your girlfriend?"

He shrugged, "Making small talk I guess."

For the first time, you felt a pang of jealousy in your chest. He hadn't denied that she was his girlfriend. Nat had told you they were dating, but now you knew for sure.

If Nat knew what you were doing now she would be so incredibly disappointed. You knew it was wrong, and it wasn't like you didn't feel badly. You felt horrible. You felt disgusting, but he told you that he'd leave her. He just had to find the right time.

You shut off the car and got out. He grinned when he saw your flushed face.

"What'd you do, go for a run?" He joked.

You buried your face into his chest, "No but I almost got caught by Sam. Burns the same amount of calories."

He kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you.

His fingers grazed your back, like they did that very first night.

"I have to go," you laughed as he kissed you again and held you in his arms. He played with your hair and drew circles on your back.

He whined, "Nooo, stay the night."

"You know I can't do that," you whispered.

He laughed, taking everything as a joke like he always does, and went to the bathroom.

You sat in his bed and tried to memorize what his room looked like in case this didn't last.

He came back a few moments later and helped you get your jacket on. He pulled you into him from behind and kissed your neck.

He stayed there and hummed in delight.

"What're you doing?" You laughed.

"Your shampoo smells so good," he smiled.

You turned around to face him, "Really? You like it?"

He nodded and kissed you deeply. That was when you heard keys jingling against the door. You pulled away, eyes wide and he quickly rushed you into the kitchen.

After distracting his girlfriend and leading her a couple halls away, you ran out of the apartment and practically flew down the stairs.

Tears blurred your vision and as soon as you got into the car, you broke down.

A few days later, you were at the store. You saw a perfume that was the same scent as your shampoo. You smiled remembering that he liked it and wondered if you should buy it.

You decided not to because you didn't want to leave any trace of yourself for his girlfriend to find.

"I love you," he whispered.

You frowned and pulled away from him, "Don't say that."

He furrowed his brows, "Don't say that!? Why not?"

"Because it's not true," you said as you looked at the ground.

"It is true. I said it, so it's true," he responded in frustration.

You shook your head and prayed that you would keep your composure, but the tears were already slipping out.

You fucking hated that. You hated that you cried when someone raised their voice and you hated what you were doing with him.

His expression softened, "Hey." He walked over to you and pulled you back into his arms, "Don't cry. It's okay."

You hated that you loved him back.

Usually his soft whispers and kisses would calm you down. He made you feel like everything was okay.

But not this time.

It had been three months since he told you that he'd leave her and he still hadn't, despite his claims of not being in love with her to begin with.

You were at a team meeting. Fury was going over assignments and the two of you were standing on opposite sides of the room.

He smirked at you, sending chills up your spine.

You felt your face get hot and quickly looked away, but you couldn't stop the slight upturn of your lips as you desperately tried to ignore him.

After the meeting ended, you were right behind Steve walking out the door when you felt someone pull you back by your waist. His hand reached over your shoulder and shut the door.

You turned around and gawked at him, "We're at work!"

He grinned, "So? Nobody saw anything."

"But what if they did," you scolded.

"They didn't." He said firmly.

You let your head fall back against the door. Sneaking around was exhausting and he was not making it any easier.

He kissed your jaw, "Don't worry. I'll leave her. I promise. Then we won't have to sneak around anymore."

You pulled away from him.

"Are you ever going to leave her?" You yelled, tired of keeping secrets.

He yelled right back, "Of course I will, why are you acting like such a kid."

"A kid!? Seriously?" You scoffed.

He took a deep breath of frustration and slowly made his way towards you before placing a hand on your arm, "C'mon baby, can we talk about this somewhere else. Somebody's going to come out of that bar if you keep shouting."

"Don't call me fucking baby," you shook him off.

Now he was pissed.

"What the hell do you want from me?" He cursed, "Nothing's fucking good enough for you."

You argued, "Don't you get it!? I don't want to sneak around anymore. I'm tired of it! I'm afraid, Bucky! Look at me, I'm a mess!"

You loved him. You really did, unlike you'd ever loved anyone. In fact, you doubted you would ever love anyone more than you love him.

But you were tired of feeling like you weren't good enough.

"I feel like an idiot for believing you," you shouted as you wiped away angry tears. "And even more so for crying in front of you."

Bucky's eyes glistened with tears of his own. Your words cut him deep.

Bucky laughed as Nat looked at you for an answer.

You shrugged, "Don't ask me."

Bucky had been signaling to you to tell you to meet him upstairs. Nobody understood what he was saying, but you did.

You laughed to yourself and shook your head.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at you.

Bucky loved you. And maybe he loved you selfishly, but he really did love you.

"Please, doll. Don't leave," his voice strained with emotional pain and fear.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, just- I'll break up with her tonight if that's what you want. Don't go," he hugged you and buried his face into your shoulder as he clung to you.

You'd do anything for Bucky. Even if it meant that you were ruining yourself in the process. You'd do it again and again and again, because you loved him.

Maybe a little too much.

[heatherchasesyou]

Guys I had a dream...

I had a dream where Twitter came back and I was using it normally, I was interacting w the silent hill ppl I follow there n looking at my notifs coz I made a post asking "guys what thing do y'all think it would make Vincent completely lose it, like what would make him laugh his ass off at the point of crying" and when I was ready to interact with the comments I WOKE UP

I WOKE UP SO FRUSTRATED, PLS I NEED TO KNOW:

WHAT THING DO YOU THINK IT WOULD MAKE HIM LAUGH AT THE POINT OF CRYING, PLS I NEED TO KNOW......

[gruesomejack]

"Do you wanna press charges?"

Nick sniffled and winced at the pain in his swollen nose. Glancing over at the guy he'd tossed from his bar, he let out a short breath of a laugh. "Nah, he got a decent ass kicking. That's punishment enough."

The officer shrugged and stepped back then, offering the chef a quick pat on the shoulder. "Tell your uncle I said hey." Nick smiled for him then and nodded, watching him stroll back to his cruiser. Only once he was back in his car did he peek back at the young guy he'd had to bull-wrangle. Scratching at the stubble on his cheek, he strolled over to where the poor bastard was drunk and sore, sat on the curb. Wet grey eyes shifted up to meet his own, immediately pulling a bark of a laugh from his chest. "Oh man. I think that's the most pathetic face I've seen in a long time." He said, giggling a little and folding his arms. "A drink or two less, and I bet you would've been able to keep your pride tonight."

Nick hummed and slowly sat himself down on the curb, too, his thick brows furrowed over his eyes. Smiling still, he flicked his gaze over the other man and tongued a cut corner on his bottom lip. He was kind of funny looking-- Round cheeks and a square jaw with two curtains of unwashed hair hanging in his sad, doggish eyes. He might've been charming if he wasn't bleeding and drunk. "You having a bad night before this?" He asked, "Or did you just decide fucking with me sounded like fun? You look like a guy who might enjoy getting his ass beat, no offense."

Smile spreading, he tilted his chin a little. "Do you?"

@purposefully-lost

[danieyells]

Knowing that 'what in hell is bad' is allowed to get away with I'm so sure they could get away with rapey tentacle plants but they would have to change the age to mature and not teens so a hard sell lol

YEAH TRUE LMAO it's a lot harder to market/sell an 18+ game especially on the play store and trying to get your own website and servers set up for things like on top of the marketing that seems like such a hassle. . .better to just stick to "general audiences" as the pc says lol. More for our imaginations i guess.

[mrswhymrhow]

they gave us a new life... to live and learn.... some time to touch old friends... and still return...............

[erporo]

ever noticed how. out of all boxer models aran's model has a clearly visible hap trail

much to think about.

[vilelittlecritter]

[mistrdctr]

|| I really want to do more stuff on here, but I am kinda (?) afraid to follow people first, because I feel like I'm 'pushing myself onto others'???? UGh. That's probably the worst way to think about it but I just don't want ppl to get the impression I try to, uh, how do I say it? For example, I know there's insanely awesome portrayals of my muse out there, and I know I'm mediocre at best, and I really don't want to bring the impression across as if I try to 'snatch someone away' or whatever when I follow others who might already interact with my muse. Haha. RIP.