#I didn't read the damn tags is absolutely what happened it was my own fault

[kakusu-shipping]

Finally decided to jump in AO3′s Mariocest collection, which is really good btw I recommend Priorities Rewritten by Karatecake, easily my favorite one I read all night

Anyway I accidentally ended off on an Angst/Unrequited Love/Dark fic because I apparently cannot read warning tags so now I’m sad and it’s 5am so I have to go to bed sad

[latetheff]

Late - Chapter 1

Turn Back Time

Chris Evans x Becky London Raiting: Mature Warnings: This is a grown up kind of story, people will make mistakes, do stupid shit and possibly treat each other in not the best way - if this is a problem for you, I advise you not to read. Other than that, I'll try to tag everything, if you see something that might be trigging and it's not tagged, please, let me know.

A/N: It would be great to read you opinion about this fic!

Is the past a happy place even when it is full of problems? Cause she’s not sure if it’s okay to want back so much a relationship that didn't even work. The short time they’ve been together is a confusing memory - everything was just too much. They had fun, they were absolutely delighted to be in each other's company and they clicked just so amazingly - the kiss, the hugs, the sex - it was just perfect. Everything but her jealousy. And her lack of communication skills. And the fact that she would lie and try to hurt him for hurting her - even if he wasn’t even aware of it. Yeah, she sucks pretty bad.

Becky learned very soon that things wouldn’t function between them. He’s prince charming in person and the only royal thing about her is the spoiled way she was raised. She didn’t consider herself an arrogant person, but she’s aware of all the things she should be able to do to be considered a competent adult and how far away from it she is. At first, she thought she would try and catch up, but the fact that he’s so independent and self-sufficient got her intimidated and she only knows how to fix her problems in a destructive defensive way. To be with him was an exercise in facing her own futility. She was certain the only reason for him to want her is her beauty, fame, intensity, cause she assumes she has nothing else to offer.

She’s talented - that’s something she believes in and the contracts and buzzing around her confirms it - so she puts all her energy into it. Since the break, all she did was work. Now when she looks back at the phone and sees his text, she feels tired like she’s been running and holding her breath for years, although it took only two corridors and an elevator ride. Entering the hotel room, she hurries to the bed, taking out her sandals in the way, and sits, hugging a pillow.

She knows she should have worked on all the things wrong that got her out of that relationship 7 years ago, but she didn’t! She ignored everything and now it won’t work again! Not that she expected to ever have another chance with him, but she should have done it for herself! Instead, she jumped into work and blocked any kind of relationship reflection. This is as close as being able to turn back time but can she do things differently when she hasn't grown or learned anything? Is the weight on her shoulder enough to make her better and actually deserve another chance? Well, here goes nothing.

Hi. - great, very eloquent, she thinks

Can I call you? - Call her? Becky can’t deal with hearing his voice when the words alone are driving her nuts.

No. - Damn, what can she say to avoid this call and keep texting? He didn’t text anything back after her negative, probably imagining she didn’t want to have any contact with him. The truth, Becky, go with the truth.

I want to talk to you. Really. I’m just not sure if I’m ready to hear your voice.

Fuck, I thought you wouldn’t want to talk at all. How are you?

I’m in New York, I have an interview tomorrow and will be filming a campaign in two days. How are you?

Filming in Europe...looking at pictures of you like a lost puppy.

Why?

I’m not sure, I miss you.

I miss you too. I’m so sorry, Chris.

I’m sorry, darling. I wish I could turn back time and make it alright.

It wasn't your fault. At all.

I know it’s too late but I really want to talk to you and see if maybe the good things are still there, you know?

I would really like that too.

Let me call you.

Ok.

When he does, it’s a video call - not what she expected, but she accepts it anyway.

“Fuck, you look gorgeous” she hears him saying almost as if it’s a secret.

“You look tired” she whispers back, concerned about the weariness she can see in his eyes.

Chris gives her the most beautiful sarcastic smile before answering ”Thanks. It’s almost 4 am here, I couldn’t sleep.” He squinted his eyes trying to focus on a red stain on her pillow “Are you bleeding?"

“Oh, shit...yes.” Becky stands from the bed and hurries to the bathroom, taking the phone with her and placing it in front of the mirror as she gets her finger under the water, unaware of the way her dress is pulled to give him a view of her cleavage. “I cut my finger in a glass downstairs when you called and forgot to tend to it” the new information changes his attention away from the delicious curve of her breasts and all the flashbacks tempting him.

“What happened? Are you sure there’s no glass in it?” He asks worriedly, she can see his caring nature once again and it brings back a lot of good memories of the great guy he is.

“I was…” not sure if she should just say the truth and how she was about to fuck some essentially stranger; she looks down and closes the sink, toweling her hands “I want you back, Chris, but I don’t know if I deserve you.”

“Becky..” he tries to cut her but she keeps talking.

“No, that’s not true, I know I don’t. I wasn’t good to you back then and I didn’t work on my problems yet...You’re amazing, really, and I really do want you back, but I have to figure my mess out.”

“Darling, you talk as if you’re a monster. It didn’t work before but it doesn’t mean it was anyone’s fault...and anyway, we can talk and get everything straight. I really want to try again and if you want that too, the past doesn't matter much.”

She’s not sure if she agrees with his reasoning, but she wants to believe in it, in them. Smiling back at him, she gets the phone back and walks to the bed. “It’s been so long...we’ll have to get to know each other all over again.”

“I don’t mind that at all,” Chris tells her. “In fact, I look forward to it. Where are you living, darling?”

“I’m still with my parents...I mean, I’m never there so, it didn’t make sense to leave. You’re probably still in Mass, right?”

“Yep. New house, but yeah. I’ll be there in a month I guess...if it all goes well here. Are you able to visit?”

“I’ll make sure I am. You know this is one of the things I need to adjust in my life...I’m 32, I need to have my own house. I feel like I’m not even an adult, Chris...I don’t even drive! There you are trying to change the world and I can’t drive!”

He feels her getting anxious and the desire to hug her is so overwhelming that his eyes are filled with tears. “Babe, hey, it doesn’t matter. You’re 8 years younger than me. You have time to figure everything out and I’ll help if you let me. Don’t pressure yourself.”

“I miss you. One month you said?” she flirtatiously says.

“Yep,” he smiles, happy to know his feelings are being reciprocated. He tries hard but the yaws are not backing away anymore. She sees it and smiles softly at him, wishing she could be there to cuddle with him.

“Go to sleep, handsome. Call me tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I will. Hopefully this is not a dream.”

“Hopefully. I’ll wait for your call anyway.”

“Hey, I never asked where you were...you look really gorgeous.”

The call date was ending so well and this question will screw up everything. She wants him to go to sleep with a light heart and hope...not overthinking his decision of getting back together. So, she does one of the things that proves she’s not good enough for him. She lies.

“Photoshoot. I really need to take a bath and rest too. Good dreams, big guy.”

“Good night, babe.”

When they hung up, she threw herself back at the pillows - divided between opposite emotions - happiness for the new chance but disappointed with herself for ending the call with a lie. Old Becky says hi.

[aikoyumi89]

My F*cking Assh*le Dad

This is probably stupid to anyone who read it (heck I doubt anyone will read it besides me in probably 10 years later) but I still gonna write my feelings out because I don't want to hold it anymore.

So my piece of sh*t " dad " ( I don't even want to call him my dad so I probably gonna call him Ass-face) is probably one of the worst parents in where I live ( I know probably there are more situations worser than me but let me have my moments even for a tiny bit ) that ass-face is always think that he is number 1 , everyone should obey every order of him because he f*cking earn money. When he come back from work all he ever do is sit around play with his phone , laptop or the Ipad ( I not really complain about that - everyone need breaks after work ) but that doesn't mean he can give himself premisson to be lazy in the house and do nothing at all. My mother and my sister also earn money to help this family as well so don't be a f*cking lazy ass and at least do some work (such as : help mother to carry the food dishes when we about to eat and finish , clean the house , take out the trash , etc. ) but nooooooo he give himself to watch us do the work because he f*cking earn money . I'm so f*cking " irritates " ( I don't know if I write that word correctly but if not then what I meant is annoyed ) . And also he smokes everyone - the trait that I HATE MOST in a person , because not only it is bad for your own health but also it affects the people surround you and the smells is ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING. If you don't give half a f*ck about your own damn health and want to die soon than please by all means keep smoking I sincerely hope you will die soon from smoking too much and I will not pay a single dollars for your health problems if you will DEFINITELY encounter in the ( near future ) . But let your soon-to-be future of you slide what I displeased that in all the places you could have f*cking smoked ass-face the place that you choose is the bathroom slash toliet . I get that you don't give a f*ck for your health but I f*cking do ok ???? I don't want to smell that f*cking cigarette near me or in the bathroom I have told you about a hundred time but you f*cking brain must have problems because you keep going in there to smoke . I don't want to die because of your faults ass-face , I would accept my death to be something that not related to cigarettes thank you very much .

So today that happens again, I found him smoking in the bathroom ( if you are wondering why did he smoke in the bathroom it is because our house is small we aren't really rich enough to buy big houses ) even though I sicked to the guts to say it everytime but it was late I was about to brush my teeth and I don't want to smell it while I brush my teeth but that f*cking ass-face just have to do it . He told me that he smoked outside and only went into the bathroom to throw the cigarettes, I don't understand why can't he threw the cigarettes somewhere else why must it be THE BATHROOM . I got angry and say the " curse word " and he got angry told me that if I ever say that word ever again he will beat me . Honestly I can't give half a sh*t because I sick of the way if that ass-face cannot have what he wants he either drags mother in to the conversation ( like why don't you say anything , etc.) which that make him look like a f*cking bitch or he will say " I will use violence " .

I really wish my parents ( especially that ass-face ) would hear my own opinions more than force their will's on me . I am not prefect - I never was ... never am .... and never will be . They need to accept me and I will accept them as they are . I can't give them respect if all they do is ignore my feelings .

P/s : For those strangers that read this ... it may look stupid to you because this is just a really small issue but I need to release it or else I will go crazy with the thinking and don't get me wrong I would kill to share this with someone else but ... I think no one will genuinely care to even listen to me ... I kinda like a loner haha 😅 I actually want to share this with my brother #Q but whenever I text him he say that he forgot to reply to me (example : in the picture ) he tag me in a post where basically that when someone didn't reply immediately that means they are busy so cannot reply but there are also say that it means the message not really important that need reply right away . I think that not true ( the message not important one not the busy one ) I get that you might be busy at that moment but when you have the chance you should reply immediately- the person who send the text send it in the beginning for a reason maybe it's just a photo or a meme but when they send a message they often expect a reply- making people wait isn't a really nice gesture. Even though your answer maybe simply like a emoji or a like that show that you read the message not ignoring it . Sigh .... I am f*cking sad right now .