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Late night confessions | Spencer reid x Fem!Reader
only fluff allowed in this house
In which Spencer can't believe how oblivious you were.
Warnings: Pretty sure none!
Content: Love confessions, reader is oblivious, really cutesy, petnames (stuff like darling...)
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Itâs a Saturday night, and youâre getting ready to go out with your friends from the BAU. Somehow, you guys got lucky enough to have this day off and decided to go to a bar and have some fun. Hotch and Rossi both said theyâre âtoo oldâ for this and decided to not go, which honestly left you relieved, you really did not want both your bosses to see you in the outfit you had planned for the night. Besides them, everyone was going, and you were excited to see the team outside of work â particularly excited to see a certain genius.Â
You and Spencer are the kind of friends that everyone perceived as âsuspiciously closeâ and everyone that didnât know thought you guys were a couple. Actually, there was a bet amongst your friends as to how long it would take you two to actually get together.
At first, you and Spencer found it uncomfortable and got awkward every time they made a joke about you two being together, but after some time, you guys started to join in a bit. Now, the irony of it all is, between all the flirty jokes, the way Spencer became so comfortable with you being clingy to him besides his germophobia and the way he cared so much about youâŠÂ You fell in love with him.Â
Arriving at the bar, you spot your friends all sat at a booth and head over to them.
âHey guysâÂ
âHi sweetie, you look gorgeousâ Garcia says, giving you a kiss on the cheekÂ
âThanks darling, you look stunning tooâ You say, taking a seat between Spencer and Penelope.Â
You talk to your friends, occasionally making eye contact with Spencer, who has been blushing ever since you came into the bar. You had always found it cute how no matter how many dates he had, he still would get flustered around girls he found attractive.Â
You spent the night dancing and gossiping with Penelope and Emily. Later, the group was starting to leave when you felt a hand on the small of your back, when you turn around you see Spencer standing there smiling at you
âHi Spence, wanna dance with me?â You say, putting your hands around his neck and smiling back, voice coming out a bit dragged
âNot now darlingâ He said, softly laughing at the way you were, not that usually you were super uptight but at this moment you seemed so relaxed and carefree he loved seeing you like that âDid you drive here?â
âNop, but don't worry, I'll take a cab back homeâÂ
âThere's no way I'm letting you take a cab alone this late at night. C'mon, let's say goodbye to everyone and I'll take you homeâÂ
You roll your eyes at him, but the way he was being so protective over you made your heart flutter. You thought about contesting him, something about you being a âscary FBI agentâ but you knew he was right and decided to just go with it.Â
You say your goodbyes to the rest of the group and go on with him to the parking lot. On the way to the car, Spencer is holding you by your waist to prevent you from stumbling, you're fully aware that you don't need it, you didn't even drink any alcohol, still you let him do it because there's no way you would ever shy away from being this close to him. Â
Back at your house, Spencer goes with you in the elevator, stopping at your apartment's doorÂ
âAlright, here you are, safe and soundâ He says, smiling at youÂ
âThanks Spenceâ You reach out to give him a hug, and it lingers for more time than it normally does
All you wanted to do right now was kiss him.Â
âDo you want to come in? I'm not sleepy at all, and I would feel guilty with you driving alone this late at night, we can make some tea and talk maybeâ
âI don't know, you really should restâŠâ Just as he began reclining your offer, you gave him the look you knew he would never say no to âAlright, I'll come inâÂ
âWhat's going on in that pretty brain of yours Spenceâ You say, leaning on the counter topÂ
You smile at him as you walk into your apartment, getting rid of your shoes and stepping into the kitchen. Spencer sits in one of the stools near the counter top and watches as you start to make tea. He watches every move you make, as if memorizing it, and maybe it's all in your head, and maybe you're just seeing what you want to see, but he has this look in his eyes, different from before.
âNot muchâ He smiles, and it feels like the world stops for a moment.Â
 âNow that's a surprise, when have you ever not thought about everything all at onceâÂ
âYou tend to have that effect on meâ His gaze lingers on you, as if he was trying to tell you something. You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach.Â
âWhat's that supposed to meanâ You think you might know, but there's no way he reciprocates your feelings⊠right?Â
âYou know exactly what i mean, there's no way you're that obliviousâ He smirks at you, and god you think you might pass out right then and there.Â
âIf I knew, I wouldn't be asking you, SpencerâÂ
He laughs and stands up, getting close to you "Alright, what i mean is when i'm close to you, that's all I can think about⊠You. I've been in love with you for⊠honestly, I don't even know how long anymoreâ He takes a step closer, placing a hand on your waist and his voice drops to a whisper âI've made it pretty obvious too, maybe you took the âdon't profile each otherâ too serious. How did you not notice?âÂ
You're shocked, you can't even process your thoughts right now. Your best friend, whom you've been in love with for years, just confessed to you. You did notice his change in behavior towards you, you just didn't believe he could ever be in love with youÂ
âI noticed you treated me different, but I thought it was justâŠâ You lose your words when he reaches out and cups your jaw, you look into his eyes, and you can see the love in them, and it makes you feel something inside.Â
âCan I kiss you?â He asks, and all you can do is take a deep breath and lean into his hand, feeling your heart flutter. You give him a small nod and close your eyes as he gently presses his lips against yours, and at that moment, you know that this is real.Â
 He gently pulls you into his arms and kisses you on the forehead as he whispers âI love youâÂ
âI love you moreâ You say, looking up, smiling at him.
âImpossibleâ He says, smiling back at you.
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Hide it - Matt Sturniolo
Summary: in which Matt hides his feelings for you, but eventually canât take it anymore.
Warnings: fluff, cursing,
A/N:
Matt couldnât hide it any longer. He couldnât hide his love for you. His feelings were hard to control when you were around. It was sickening. He didnât say anything about it, because he didnât want to hurt you or ruin the friendship you guys have. It was too important for, but he also couldnât stuff his feelings away any longer. He was in love with you and that was a problem.
Every time you hang out with Nick Mattâs in the room. Heâs always staring at you, but when you turn to look at him he quickly turns away. You didnât think much of it, until things changed. Matt started acting weird. He was always stuttering around you and didnât have proper conversations with you.
You had come to the tripletsâ house to make some pictures with Nick. The house was mostly quiet, only soft sounds were heard from Mattâs room. He was most likely playing fortnight. You sat down on the couch, waiting for Nick to return from his room.
âOh hey y/n..â you suddenly hear a voice say. You look at the figure, itâs Matt. A small smile forms on your face as you wave at him. He freezes at your smile, regretting his decision of coming out of his room. He was already getting nervous at the fact of his crush being infront of him. Suddenly a wave of confidence washes over him. It was now or never. âY/N i canât do this anymore.â He says, swallowing.
âCanât do what?â You ask, looking at him in confusion.
âI-â he runs his hand through his hair. Thereâs a moment of silence. He doesnât know what to say. He canât just say âhey im in love with you! Can we make out?â can he? Another deep breath leaves his mouth as he tries to get himself together. âFucking hell..â He holds his breath as he looks into your eyes to see any kind of reaction. âCanât you see how obsessed i am with you?â A surprised sound leaves your mouth. You donât say anything for a while, surprised by his confession.
âJesus Y/N, say something please.â He begs. His nervousness gets worse within seconds. Did you hate him now? âI- you like me?â You ask. Realization hits you hard. He actually likes you. Your mind goes blank at the thought, all your thoughts vanishing. He slides both his hands into his pockets, hiding how badly heâs sweating.
âYes Y/N and im tired of you not noticing! I tried everything to make you look at me, yet itâs not working.â He groans mentally, blaming himself for raising his voice at you. âSorry⊠i-â he starts, but gets cut off when you slam your lips against his. This kiss was everything he needed. Everything he needed to know you had the same feeling about him and it was amazing. It wasnât passionate, just full of love and desperation.
Your hands slide into his hair, gently pulling at it to get closer. His hands go down your sides, gripping you tightly. You slowly start backing up into a wall, which he does too. Then he pulls back to get some air. You look up into his blue eyes, smiling. He smiles back almost immediately, wiping your hair out of your face. âThat was..â he chuckles, still a hit breathless. âSo fuckinâ amazing.â
Suddenly you hear a laugh behind you. You turn around to see Nick standing there. He had watched the whole scene and was laughing by it. Matt rolls his eyes, before looking away. âTook you long enough, kid. Will you stop bothering me now youâve kissed the girl?â Nick smiles, before looking at you. âHe wouldnât stop talking about you. Seriously. It was so tiring.â
A small smile forms on your face. You look at Matt whoâs now filled up with embarrassment. âIâll leave you guys alone. Letâs do the pictures another time, alright?â Nick suggests. You nod, knowing you need time to let this sink in and spend some time with Matt.
This was gonna be great.
no nut november fic 3! I hope yall like thisđ (also i wont be posting as much since i need to learn for assignments and stuff</3)
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does the swallow dream of flying?
Rating: G | WC: 1.6k | Pairing: Buck/Tommy
Summary:
Tommy calls Eddie after he breaks up with Buck. Eddie has some choice words for him. Coda for 8x06.
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âEddie,â Tommy says, voice hoarse on the other end of the line. He soundsâif not drunk, then so heartbroken it sounds like inebriation. âI wanted toâIâm calling to say goodbye.â
Eddieâs not quite sure if he means it the way he thinks he does, but his stomach almost falls out through the soles of his feet anyway. He sits bolt upright in bed, carefully extricating himself away from Buck, whoâs doing his best impression of a endoparasite (âA parasite that lives on the skin of its host, Eddie, itâs really fascinating stuffââ) and somehow latched onto Eddieâs waist with an iron grip while also being dead asleep.
What little vestiges of sleep had been clinging to him fall completely away as he steps into his own hallway, quietly hissing, âAre you okay? Where are you?â
âI meanâat home?â Tommy says, confused, and okay, yeah, heâs definitely slurring his words a little, âWhere else would I be?â
Eddie sighs and drags a hand over his face. âAre you going to be safe? Do I need to call someone?â
âNo! No, itâs not like that,â Tommy assures him, âSorry, I should have clarified. Iâll be okay. This is just⊠this is it. For us. Since Evâsince Buck and I broke up.â
âFrom what I heard, youâre the one who broke up with him,â Eddie huffs, âOr did I just spend the last three hours getting snot on my nice white shirt for a mutual thing?â
âThis is what I mean!â Tommy insists, âHeâs your best friend. IâmâI know I donât rank that high. I just⊠fuck, I really enjoyed spending time with you these past six months. Itâllâitâll always be,â a rough, shaky breath, âIâll remember it fondly.â
Eddie feels a shocking flare of irritation, and it leads him out onto his back patio, so he knows he wonât wake Buck up. âWhat the fuck happened, man?â
âI hadâI had to end it,â Tommy says, with a shake in his voice like a motorcycleâs death wobble, âIt wasnât going to last. If I didnât pull the plug it would have broken me. I didnât want toâI didnât want it to get to the point where either one of us would get our hearts broken.â
âReally? Because from where Iâm sitting, neither one of you sound especially put together right now,â Eddie positively seethes, âHeâs fucking gutted, Kinard. He told meââ (âI didnât know if I loved him this morning, and then he called me Buck and I felt sick. Whatâwhat else could it be?â) ââwell, he told me a lot that, frankly, I donât think you should hear from anyone but him. And you donât even know what you did to him because you ran! You didnât even tryââ
âPlease stop,â Tommy says, sounding smaller than Eddie has ever heard him, âItâs⊠itâs better this way.â
âBetter for who?â Eddie snaps.
âFor him!â Tommy insists, âFor both of us, but especially for him. Iâm not the forever guy. Iâm not his forever guy, and Iâm not yours, either. I just want⊠I want a clean break. IâI wantââ
Thereâs a sniffle, a choked-off sob, and Tommy says, âI just want to be left alone. It would hurt less if people would just leave me the fuck alone.â
âThatâs a shitty excuse, and you know it,â Eddie accuses, âTommy, listen. Iâm not saying this to make you feel bad, Iâm saying this becauseâdespite the fact that youâre apparently the biggest idiot Iâve ever metâI care about you. I care about you outside of your relationship to Buck. Or did you forget the fact that you were my friend before you were his boyfriend?â
âSo, what,â Tommy says, irritation seeping into his voice, âYou want to keep talking to me? I know how that goes. Youâll text me every once in a while, we wonât hang out if Buckâs going to be there, so youâll lose interest and our fun trips and sparring sessions will be fewer and further between, and itâll hurt. Itâll hurt worse than this. Why do you think Iâm doing this, Eddie? Iâm doing this because itâs the only way I can keep myself sane.
âYou want to know why? You want to know why I broke up with him? Because I woke up the morning of our anniversary and realized I was falling in love with him. I havenât been able to eat. I havenât been able to sleep. IâI realized I would let him do anything to me, and thatâs not something I ever want to feel again. So I couldnât. Thereâthereâs your fucking answer. I broke up with him because a little heartbreak is better than ever letting myself get hurt like that ever again.â
The words kind of prickle at some sense in the back of Eddieâs brain. The anger fades a little, and into something a lot more like concern. âHurt like what, Tommy?â
âI donâtâI donât know how to tell someone no once theyâre in my life like that,â Tommy confesses through gritted teeth, âMaybe itâs my dadâs fault, maybe Donât Ask Donât Tellâs fault, maybe itâs just me. Every relationship Iâve ever been in has ended in me making the same mistake. I stayed too long, I let themâI let them believe I wanted to marry them, or I let them take out their anger on me, or IâIâother stuff. EvanâBuck doesnât deserve that.â
âYouâre right,â Eddie acquiesces, âHe doesnât. He deserves a partner who can communicate openly with him. Which you had been doing. Youâre capable of being open, Tommy. You did it before.â
Tommy pauses on the other end of the line. âIâI donât know what to do, Eddie.â
âDid you want to break up with him?â Eddie presses.
âNo,â Tommy says, easy as breathing, âOf course not. I want him around for the rest of my life. But thatâs⊠selfish.â
âAnd breaking up with him because you donât want to talk through something difficult and scary is so altruistic,â Eddie counters, âYou know, thereâs this thing Buck says about loveâyou donât find it, you make it. I think he heard it on a scene we were at years ago. From this old gay couple, been together for decades and decades.â
Tommyâs quiet on the other end, and then Eddie hears the hitch of his breath. Tommy is sobbing, silent and restrained, but so hard the exhalation of breath sounds nearly painful.
(âIâm starting to think the curse wasnât just Billy Boils. Maybe itâs meâI mean, I move into Abbyâs place, and she leaves me. I pick out an apartment with Ali, and she leaves me. Taylor moves in, and she leaves me. And now this? I canât⊠Eddie, I canât keep doing this. Iâmâmaybe Iâm just the guy whoâs good for a fun time, not a long time. Iâwhat am I doing wrong?â
âBuck, youâre not doing anything wrong. Iâm so sorry.â
âDo you thinkâdo you think you could ever fall in love with me?â
âI think if I wasnât this way, I already would have.â)
âIâm not going to tell you what to do, Tommy,â Eddie says, âBut I really think you should talk to him. Tell him where your headâs at. Buckâs really good atâat understanding why you hurt him, and heâs even better at forgiving.â
âIâIâI canâtââ
âYou can,â Eddie insists, âSo pull yourself together, do some box breathing, get some sleep, and come over to my house tomorrow. Iâll make my hangover cure. Iâll lock the doors if I have to.â
Tommyâs quiet, which Eddie interprets as a fully-blown panic attack.
âIf you donât, I will call Athena Grant,â Eddie threatens, âYou donât want to know the things sheâs willing to do for Buck. Iâve seen her break at least three laws with my own eyes.â
This, at least, gets a laugh out of Tommy. âOkayâJesus, yeah. What time?â
âIf youâre not over here by nine Iâm sending the cavalry,â Eddie says primly, âAnd bring flowers. Nobodyâs ever gotten Buck flowers before.â
Tommy takes a slow, shaky breath out. âThanks, Eddie. You didnâtâyou didnât have to do all this for me.â
âEveryone always says Buck has a habit of worming his way into your heart, but nobody ever talks about me,â Eddie grins, âYouâre stuck with me now, Kinard. Rain or shine. Even when youâre the stupidest motherfucker on the planet.â
âIâll text you tomorrow when Iâm on my way,â Tommy says, âIâllâI should go eat some carbs and drink water now.â
âTake care of yourself, man,â Eddie says, âAnd donât you ever call me to say goodbye again. Or break up with Buck like that. Alsoâcall him Evan. Itâs fucking weird to hear you call him Buck.â
âOkay,â Tommy acquiesces, quiet. âDamn. I was so worried about falling in love with Evan that I didnât even realize I already loved you.â
âIâm sneaky like that,â Eddie says, âIâll see you tomorrowâor else.â
(The next day, Tommy knocks on the door at nine sharp. He hasnât changed out of his pajamas, his hair is a mess, he looks too gaunt and the bags under his eyes could fit a small country. But heâs holding a bouquet of wildflowers.
âI got this one because theyâre the same color as your eyes,â Tommy says to Buck, who stands in the living room with his mouth ajar.
âWhatâs going on right now?â Buck says, eyes darting over to Eddie suspiciously.
âIâm going on a walk,â Eddie says, putting his sunglasses on his forehead and twisting at the hips to pop his back, âDonât fuck on any of my furniture.â)
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Regrets & Apologies -Oneshot
Word count: 2338
âFor fuckâs sake Bucky,â Y/N huffed, running her hands through her hair. âI understand that you feel protective over me, and I love and appreciate that about you, but my god if you follow me to the grocery store againââ
âSo sue me if Iâm worried about you,â Bucky retorted angrily. âIf the wrong people were to find out youâre with meââ
âDonât,â Y/N said. âStop it. I donât want to have this conversation again. You are a free man, in both mind and body. And in case you forgot, I can take care of myself,â she said, holding her hand up as a ball of fire emitted from her palm briefly before closing her fingers around it, making it disappear.
âI know you can,â Bucky groaned. Â
âThen you obviously donât trust me enough to do it,â Y/N said sadly. âAnd I donât know whatâs worse: being tailed at all times because you donât trust other people, or knowing you donât trust me to be able to handle danger by myself. You know what? Never mind, the second one is worse,â she sniffled, her emotions getting the best of her. âYouâve seen me in the field, and you still donât believe in me?â
Buckyâs eyes widened. âNo, no thatâs not it at all.â
Y/N shook her head and shut her eyes tight. âI canât do this. Iâm taking a walk.â She turned and started heading for the elevator.
Bucky was angry, and now hurt, and reacted badly. âFine, go run away from handling our problems!â
âI donât have a problem, Barnes,â Y/N shot back at him, punching the elevator button then walking inside, turning to look at him with near-literal fire in her eyes. âItâs just you.â
Her glare haunted him as the elevator doors closed, leaving him alone on their shared floor. Bucky tried to breathe evenly, the panic setting in at not being near her. He knew he had a problem, he just wasnât willing to admit it. Ever since they had first started dating each other his protectiveness had kicked into overdrive, making him follow her while she was out running errands to make sure she was okay, constantly checking in, and even worse, getting in the way on missions because he wouldnât leave her side. She was well trained and had her powers to protect her, yet he for some reason was constantly on edge and afraid of losing her to something in his past. God I need more therapy, he thought. He paced back and forth in their apartment, trying to let her go on that walk alone. They both needed space to cool off and think. He had to let her be. He had to show her he could trust her. Bucky let out a loud yell in frustration and holed himself away in their room.
***
2 hours later
âDoll, Iâm sorry, please come back home. Letâs talk about this.â
***
4 hours later
âOkay, Iâm trying not to freak out, but you need to text or call and let me know youâre okay. Where are you?â
***
7 hours later
Bucky was rocking back and forth on their bed, holding himself as he held his phone tight in his flesh hand, waiting for it to ring or buzz. It was almost 11:00 at night, and he hadnât heard from her. Something wasnât right. This wasnât normal, even during a fight. She would at least let him know where she was and that she was safe, even if she didnât plan to come back that night. He felt like he was in withdrawal, the unknown eating away at his heart by the second.
The phone rang and he nearly threw it from how bad it scared him, but he quickly answered it. âDoll? Where are you? Are you okay?â
âIs this James Barnes?â A voice said.
Bucky froze. âYes.â
âThis is Dr. Harris at Mount Sinai Hospital. Miss Y/N Y/L/N is here. She just went into surgery after being struck by a car in downtown Manhattan.â Bucky gasped, a chill running down his spine. âYouâre listed as her emergency contact. I would suggest coming down as soon as possible.â
âIâm coming now. Doc, how bad is it?â he asked hesitantly.
âShe was stable going into surgery.â
That wasnât a good enough answer for him, but he choked back a sob in relief that she was at least still alive and fighting. âIâll be there soon,â he said quickly, then hung up. Bucky ran through their floor, gathering things for himself and for Y/N, then had Friday inform the other Avengers about what was going on. When he reached the parking garage he flung the duffle onto his back and hopped on his motorcycle, revving out like a bat out of hell. He reached the hospital in record time, parking then running inside inhumanly fast.
Bucky dashed to the receptionist desk. âY/N Y/L/N, just got into surgery, what floor is that on?â he barked at the receptionist.
âVisiting hours are over, sir,â the receptionist said, barely glancing at him.
Bucky smacked his metal arm onto the counter, making it crack and she jumped and stared at him. She seemed to recognize him and shrunk back when she saw the metal hand. âFloor number. Now,â he demanded.
âFour,â she whispered.
Bucky gave her a curt nod then ran over to the elevator. He pushed the button and took the elevator up to the fourth floor, his entire body feeling jittery with anxiety. When the doors opened he ran down the hall to the second reception area. âY/N Y/L/N, in surgery. Dr. Harris called me?â he huffed at the nurse.
The nurseâs eyebrows raised in recognition then turned and picked up a phone, dialing a number. âDr. Harris? Y/N Y/L/Nâs emergency contact is here.â He hung up the phone and turned to Bucky. âHeâll be right out.â
Bucky nodded and stepped back towards the chairs in the waiting area in front of the reception desk. A couple of minutes later a man came walking down the hall. âSergeant Barnes?â he asked Bucky.
âDr. Harris?â Bucky replied.
Dr. Harris shook his hand. âSheâs still in surgery. Theyâre fixing a major fracture in her tibia, along her shin. Otherwise she was really lucky with a minorly fractured collarbone. No other injuries.â
Bucky sighed, his jaw tightening. âThatâsâŠthatâs good. What happened?â
Dr. Harris minutely shrugged. âFrom what the paramedics said, she was in a crosswalk and some idiot came barreling around the corner through the red light.â
âWere they caught?â Bucky nearly growled.
âYes. They had the good sense to not hit and run,â Dr. Harris said.
Bucky nodded. âOkay, good. SoâŠwhat now?â
âSheâll be in a boot for six months, and sheâll need a wheelchair then crutches during that time until she heals enough to walk. Her collarbone will be set with her arm in a sling, and thatâll take about 10-12 weeks. Itâll be a lot of physical therapy and patience, and sheâll need a lot of help.â
âNo problem. She has plenty of help,â Bucky said quickly. âWhen will she be out of surgery?â
âShould only be about another hour,â Dr. Harris said, glancing at his watch. âThe surgeon will come out when itâs over and give you an update, then when sheâs put in a room for recovery you can see her.â
Bucky nodded again and thanked him before Dr. Harris walked back down the hall. Bucky paced the waiting room for another few minutes, his phone pinging over and over again with texts and calls coming in. He finally sat down then started answering the messages, giving the Avengers reaching out to him an update. When he was done he leaned back in the chair, his head thudding against the wall. He fought back tears, but a few fell through his tightly shut eyes. He was feeling a million things at once, unsure of what emotion was going to win out in the end. Was she distracted from their fight that she didnât see or hear the car coming? Or was the driver just an idiot, like Dr. Harris said? Heâd never forgive himself if he was to blame for this, even partially. Â
***
An hour later Y/N was out of surgery. Bucky was now surrounded by the rest of the Avengers, waiting to hear anything. A different doctor came walking out of the double doors down the hallway and Bucky immediately stood and walked over to her. âHow is she?â he asked quietly.
âY/N is doing great,â the surgeon said with a smile. âHer leg was set beautifully, and the collarbone was a lot more minor than we thought. Sheâs in recovery right now. Weâll monitor her there for about half an hour then weâll be moving her to a room. The reception nurse will tell you which one soon.â
âThank you,â Bucky said and shook her hand. Â
Forty five minutes later the nurse directed him to her room. Bucky jogged to the room number and walked in as another nurse was getting Y/N set up. The nurse gave him a short, polite smile. âThe anesthesia will take a little longer to wear off. She should wake up soon.â
Bucky thanked the nurse as they walked out, and he walked over to Y/N. She was hooked up to multiple machines, tubes sticking out from her hands and one hooked into her nose. She was sleeping soundly, and his heart broke as he looked over the bruising peeking out from her hospital gown near her collarbone, her left arm in a sling. He slowly lifted the blanket covering her legs and saw the boot on her left leg, the skin looking badly bruised and scraped up by her knee. He set the blanket down and pulled up a chair by the wall to her right side, sitting down and reaching for her hand, holding it firmly. All the emotions came flooding back and he started crying as he looked up at her face.
âBabydoll,â Bucky sniffled. âMy babydoll.â He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, holding her palm up to his face. âPlease wake up. We need to talk about all this, and get over it, just like we always do. Please? PleaseâŠâ
âBuck.â
His head snapped up at the sound of his name, and he saw her eyes fluttering open. âY/N?â he whispered, standing up and looking at her.
Y/Nâs head turned to look at him, making her wince. âWhat happened?â she asked.
Bucky sighed heavily. âDo you remember anything?â he asked.
Y/N frowned, blinking slowly. âI was walking. Then I heard tires screeching. ThenâŠpain,â she said.
Bucky nodded. âYou were hit by a car,â he said, his hand reaching up and tucking her hair back. âSome idiot turned the corner too fast and was not paying attention.â Y/N frowned deeper, then tried to sit up, gasping at the pain. âWoah, babydoll, no no no. Youâve got a minor fracture in your collarbone, and a broken leg. You need to stay still.â
Y/Nâs head leaned back as she hissed through her teeth. âWell that sucks,â she groaned.
Bucky couldnât help but laugh. âI know. But Iâm gonna be here to help you every step of the way.â
Y/N relaxed against the bed and looked up at him sadly. âIâm sorry. About the fight earlier. And that I didnât answer your texts.â
Bucky shook his head quickly. âIâm sorry. You were right, Iâve been way too overprotective, and it made me not trust you to take care of yourself. Though, in my defense, you did just get hit by a car while I wasnât around to help you.â
Y/N grinned, biting back a laugh. âTrue. But you canât always be my hero. Life happens. Shit like this happens, no matter what we do to try and stay safe. You have to trust me enough to know that Iâm going to do my best to come home to you.â
Buckyâs lips tightened as he fought back more tears. âI know, Iâll work on it. I promise.â They stared at each other for another moment before Bucky leaned forward and nuzzled her nose with his. âFor now, just kiss me once, then Iâll kiss you twice, then kiss me once again.â
Y/N hummed at his song reference. âItâs been a long, long time,â she whispered before angling her head up and kissing him softly.
***
âThis is so humiliating. Every single time,â Y/N griped, holding onto Buckyâs arms as he helped lift her carefully into the bathtub, keeping her left leg that was wrapped in saran wrap above the water.
âYou donât need to feel embarrassed, Y/N,â Bucky said as he eased her down, making sure to prop the broken leg over the edge of the tub before grabbing the soap and lathering his hands. He reached out and started at her legs first, making sure to get all the little nooks and crannies up her body as he washed her.
âWell, Iâm embarrassed,â Y/N said with an annoyed tone.
âYouâre healing really well, but itâs only been three months. Tibia fractures take up toââ âSix months to heal, yes, thank you Dr. Barnes,â Y/N huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. âPossibly longer. I get it.â Bucky sighed and gave her an arched eyebrow. Y/Nâs face softened. âIâm sorry,â she whispered.
âI know youâre frustrated, doll,â Bucky said, pulling her arms apart so he could wash her stomach and up her chest. âBut you know I donât mind helping you. None of us do. And this, especially, is my favorite helpful thing to do,â he smirked as his hands washed over her breasts.
âYouâre shameless,â Y/N laughed, swatting at his hands.
âBut you love me,â Bucky said, leaning forward and kissing her.
Y/N kissed him back. âYes, I do.â
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Dog Tags and Damnation
Soda steps through the door as quietly as he can. Unwilling to wake the boy on the couch. Ponyboy was so exhausted that he couldnât even manage to make it upstairs so heâd simply dropped onto the couch, practically guaranteed to wake up tomorrow with a killer hangover. He twists over in sleep, groaning a little and revealing a silver chain that slips out of his shirt to pool on the cushion below him.Â
Sodaâs dog tags.Â
Bile comes up his throat and tickles his taste buds as he sways. He puts a hand on the wall to avoid falling.
He didnât take those tags off for nearly a year. He couldnât. If he was killed they would need those same dog tags to identify his body. Those tags would be the one to tell his brothers he was never coming home. Those same tags that watched him defile his parents' memory of the sweet little boy they had raised. Those same tags that hung around his neck as he did horrendous things, things that he would never ever breathe a word of to his brothers. Even if it killed him.Â
Those same tags that he had hurled at Ponyboy nearly five days ago out of anger and frustration. Why couldnât Ponyboy just leave him alone about this? Growing up, Soda always knew when to push Pony or when to back off, why couldnât Ponyboy just return the favor?Â
Both Darry and Ponyboy knew he had come back different. Darry had noticed but never said anything about it, but Ponyboy had taken a crack at it a couple days ago. Accusing him of using drugs to escape himself or some bullshit like that. It was those damn psychology courses he was taking at his fancy university.Â
Then Soda had just laughed at him. Trying to crack a joke and say he should become a psychologist instead of a writer. Ponyboy had only gotten more upset, the tips of his ears going red as he tried again to push the issue, all while Soda deflected. Instead jerking past him to grab the chocolate milk out of the fridge, taking a swig straight from the carton. He had just finished a shitty day of work, he didnât want to have a conversation about how shitty he was at being a brother too.Â
Obviously frustrated, Ponyboy trudged on, trying a different tactic than the blatant observation of how Soda was killing himself with drugs.Â
âYou can talk to me, you know Soda? About anything, youâve always been able to talk to me, even when we were kids You can still talk to me, now isnât any different.â Soda wanted to rip out his hair and scream and then maybe beat someone half to death because it was different. Of course it was different.Â
Ponyboy was different from Soda. He was good. Despite everything that had happened in his life, Ponyboy still found time to look at the sunset and read books and even write poetry. Despite everything, Ponyboy was still the same smart, talented, sensitive kid heâd been all his life. Losing their parents hadn't changed that, losing their buddies hadnât changed that, and Soda was sure that even if Ponyboy had to complete a tour in Vietnam, heâd still come out the same poetry-writing, sunset-watching kid heâd always been. And he would continue to be like that, no matter what happened.Â
So no, it was different. It was completely different.Â
Soda was different. Anytime something terrible had happened in their lives, Soda had changed. A piece of him was chipped away and a mottled scar was left in its place. His parents death made him into the family bawl baby. His buddies' death had made him into a manipulating bastard with a colder outside shell. His tour in Vietnam had made him into a lot of things. It had made him into a broken shattered mess of himself, unable to find the pieces of his personality scattered on the ground. But the biggest and ugliest thing it had made him into was a killer.Â
So Soda had tried to become some semblance of the person he was before this ugly stain on his life. He tried to say it kindly, he really did.Â
âYes it is Ponyboy.â He started gently. âI thought you were smart with all those fancy college classes youâre takinâ but you canât seem to see that everything is different now.â He couldnât quite keep the bitterness out of his voice. âIâm going to bed.â He decided with finality, having no desire to finish this conversation. Ponyboy gave a loud choked noise.Â
âI donât need those college classes to tell me something is wrong with my brother!â Pony shot back. âWhy canât you just tell us! Why didnât you talk to me! Why didnât you tell me you got shot!?â The last question comes out as a desperate hysterical scream. Pony is crying, but heâs trying so hard not to. Soda turned sharply from his spot on the stairs.Â
âHowâd you find that out?â He said quietly, almost dangerously.Â
âI know when something is wrong with my brother Soda.â Ponyboy says simply before relenting the rest of the details. âI got your medical records pulled from the draft office. The officer there told me.â Before Soda can register what he is doing he is down the stairs eye to eye with Pony in some sort of stand off.Â
âYou had no right to do that you little son of a bitch!â Ponyboy doesnât rise to the bait, insteading squaring his shoulders like he was expecting this sort of reaction.Â
âWhy didnât you tell us Soda? Why didnât you tell me? I could have helped you. I still want to help you.â Pony asks, grabbing weakly at Sodaâs wrist. Instead Soda jerks away, shoving his brother a little as he bites out a curse.Â
âYou couldnât have done shit!â He snarls.Â
âIs this what the drugs are for?â Pony asks.Â
Soda doesnât answer, instead biting out another curse while Pony keeps trying. They yell back and forth at each other for a while before Pony brings up their parents. How they wouldnât have wanted their little war hero turning to pot and heroin and god knows what else. Soda blanches, his fists faltering a little bit. Bringing up their parents was a low blow. Finally Soda does the only thing he can think of. He rips off his dog tags that had been hanging around his neck.Â
âIf you and mom and dad up there think Iâm such a war hero then you can wear them!â He hurls the dog tags at Ponyboy and before he can see the aftermath, heâs trudging outside to the car and storming off.Â
Now heâs still standing at the door. His eyes on Ponyboy's ungreased hair, flopping a little over closed eyes. This fight was five days ago, they had since made up. Soda didnât know he was actually going to wear those dog tags.Â
The same ones heâd rubbed while shooting at kids younger than Ponyboy. The same ones he stared at during the long rainy nights, nothing in his stomach, thinking of his middle name. Patrick, like his grandfather. His grandfather was buried at home. The same home he longed to be.Â
Those dog tags had been with him through so much pain and misery. They had sat on his chest while he watched unspeakable horrors unfold, stories of destruction, blood, violence, and death. He hadnât realized what those dog tags meant to him until he watched them tangle around Ponyboy's neck.Â
Because he was glad.
He was glad Ponyboy would never have dog tags of his own. He was so thankful that Ponyboy would never have dog tags sit on his chest as he witnessed destruction and death. And though he knew it would never change the kid, he was glad it didnât have to happen nonetheless. He was glad Ponyboy could go on reading poetry and looking at sunsets and writing books instead of sitting in an early grave. Or worse, coming back like him. Soda was so glad that the dog tags around Ponyboyâs neck read Sodapop Patrick Curtis instead of Ponyboy Micheal Curtis.
A second submission for day 3 of @outsidersweek
#the outsiders#sodapop curtis#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#dallas winston#the outsiders musical#two bit mathews#steve randle#the outsiders broadway#johnny cade#jason schmidt#rob lowe#fanfiction#A03#Vietnam#Sodapop in Vietnam#i love sodapop curtis with my whole heart#Kayâs fanfiction
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My hand was the one you reached for all throughout the great war || Princess Cake
Summary: If he was asked which year was the worst, Nico would answer 2016. Sure, he won the championship, but at what cost?
Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, comfort sex, top Jenson, bottom Nico, do I classify this as angst?
Masterlist || AO3
If he was asked which year was the worst, Nico would answer 2016. Sure, he won the championship, but at what cost?
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Spain 2016 After a hours long debrief, being forced to be in the same room with Lewis whom he can't even look in the eye anymore, Nico just wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep until late tomorrow, catch his flight and sleep even more when he got back home in Monaco
So when he walked to the parking lot outside of the paddock, seeing Jenson stand by his car, he groaned but was slightly confused as well. Why would Jenson stay so long just to talk to him?
"Why did you stay so long? Haven't you heard of a phone?" Nico asked, trying to joke, but he was too exhausted to give a smile
"We are going out" Jenson said with a smile that seemed to never leave his pretty face
"Really not in the mood, Jense" Nico sighed, shifting on his feet
"Alright. I'll find some beers and come to your hotel room" He suggested instead, quite determined
Nico was about to speak, but Jenson cut him off "No argument" Nico chuckled softly "I also kinda need a ride. Was supposed to drive with Nando's, but I told him to go ahead"
"Sure" Nico laughed softly, shaking his head slightly, amused by Jenson's eagerness to talk to him
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Both Nico and Jenson was sitting up against the headboard by each others side, just with Nico's head placed on the Brit's shoulder, both holding a can of Spanish beer
"I appreciate it 'n all, but why are you here and not with Lewis? You were teammates after all" Nico turned his head to look up at Jenson, his alcohol-affected mind not realising how close it made them
Jenson sighed softly, neither realising their closeness "Sure, me and Lewis were teammates and are close friends, but please, mate. I re-watched the crash, it's obviously Lewis's fault. I'm not letting you suffer alone and in silence"
Jenson fiddled with Nico's hair that had grown slightly out. He should cut it. He liked it a little longer, but after Lewis had called him a faggot, he started cutting more often. Sure, Nico was a faggot- Lewis was too, so he knew he didn't mean anything about it, but it still hurt him slightly
Maybe it was the alcohol in his blood, but Nico blushed at Jenson's words and touch. He turned his head away, putting his beer can on the nightstand, using it as an excuse to hide the blush from Jenson
"Thank you" He muttered softly, laying his head back against Jenson's shoulder, hoping he had turned his head the right way so Jenson wouldn't see his red cheeks
Jenson chuckled softly, putting his own beer on the nightstand beside him "You're not very subtle, mate"
"Shut up" Nico hid his now redder face in his hands, curling his body into himself, but also resulting in curling further into Jenson's side
"Come on, mate. Don't be embarrassed about it" Jenson chuckled, his hand subconsciously laying on Nico's thigh, his thumb making small circles
Nico's body stiffened, his breathing hitching slightly. He removed his hands from his face, turning his head to look up at Jenson with wide eyes
Don't. He's just a friend. Don't. You'll ruin your friendship. Don't-Â Nico's mind went blank when he leaned forward, kissing Jenson
Much to Nico's surprise, Jenson kissed back, even holding him close by the back of his head, his fingers tangling in his blond locks
The kiss quickly became messy- all tongue and spit. Nico straddled Jenson's thighs, his hands fisting in the front of the Brit's shirt
"Nico" Jenson tugged softly at Nico's hair, pulling him slightly back, making him whine "We're both affected and not thinking straight. We'll regret it in the morning" They were both panting heavily
Nico whined again "I want this- I need this- I need you"
"I know, I know. I want you too, but we shouldn't" Jenson almost whispered, one hand on Nico's waist, the other caressing his jaw
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Monaco Jenson walked up to Nico doing the driver's parade, looking away from him and crossed his arms over his chest "Did it happen?"
Nico sighed, shifting on his feet "No" He shrugged softly
"We good?" Jenson asked, looking at Nico
"Yeah" Nico nodded softly, but his voice sounded questionable
"Good" Jenson sighed relieved
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Nico knocked hesitantly on Jenson's hotel door, not breathing as he heard Jenson move around inside
"He's mad at me" Nico sighed as the door got opened
Jenson sighed "He's been mad at you since Spain"
"It was supposed to be his win" Nico's shoulders were slumped
"You wanna come in?" Jenson asked, stepping to the side so Nico could walk in "I promise there's no beers" Nico chuckled softly before he stepped inside
"I thought that didn't happen?" Nico smiled softly, turning to Jenson once he had closed the door
"It didn't" Jenson didn't smile, but there was a special sparkle in his eyes
Nico's smile faded "You affected?" He asked softly but hopeful
"No" Jenson shook his head slightly "You?"
Nico shook his head softly "No"
They were on each other immediately, hands all over each other. They had both gotten their shirts off when Jenson had guided them over to the bed, pushing Nico softly onto it
Nico's hands went to his belt, trying to unbuckle it, but he didn't get far when Jenson pinned both his wrists above his head in one hand, his lips mouthing at his collarbone, his other hand unbuckling Nico's belt with no problem
The German's quiet whimpers and whines turned into a breathy moan while his back arched slightly when Jenson had pulled down his zipper, palming him through his briefs, chuckling low- a sound that made all his blood go south, making him impossibly harder
"Jense" Nico whined needy, his hips moving against Jenson's hand, feeling himself leak into his briefs
Jenson gave one last lick to Nico's collarbone before he leaned up to Nico's ear "Get naked" Nico swore he could come just from the sound of Jenson's lust-filled voice
Jenson let go of Nico's wrists, standing up from the bed to walk over to his suitcase. When he came back to the bed with a bottle of lube in his hand, Nico was fully naked and laying on his back, his skin flushed a deep red
"God, you're pretty" Jenson smirked slightly, spreading and bending Nico's legs so he could be in between them, his action drawing a needy whimper out of the German
Nico whimpered as he saw and heard Jenson pour lube on his fingers, slowly warming it up, his other hand caressing the inside of Nico's thigh, making his breathing heavier
Jenson leaned down, kissing Nico softly, drowning his soft moan as Jenson's fingers circled his hole
Nico pulled back from the kiss, his eyes shut tight and his teeth in his bottom lip as Jenson slowly pushed a single finger inside
"Come on, let me hear you, love" Jenson said softly, his thumb pulling down on Nico's bottom lip, letting it slip out between his teeth
Jenson slowly moved his finger, making Nico gasp and whine softly "There you go" Jenson chuckled slightly, his finger going slightly faster
Nico moaned softly when Jenson slowly pushed in a second finger, giving him time before slowly moving again
Nico's back arched sharply, a loud moan ripping from his throat, and his nails digging into Jenson's back as he curled his fingers, hitting his prostate
"Please, please, please. Need you, Jense. Need you so bad" Nico stopped to moan as Jenson curled his fingers again- a little harder this time, also making Nico's moan louder, his thighs already starting to shake slightly, pre-cum leaking onto his stomach
Jenson slowly pulled his fingers out of Nico, earning him a whine as Nico felt empty, his thigh getting sticky when Jenson wiped his fingers on his skin
Jenson got off of the bed, getting rid of his own pants and briefs, getting back in between Nico's legs, stroking himself a few times, getting the lube properly smeared all over himself
Nico whimpered as he felt the tip of Jenson's cock press against his hole, his hands immediately flying to the Brit's waist, trying to pull him closer
"It's cute how eager you are" Jenson chuckled, which quickly turned into a soft groan as he slowly pushed himself into Nico, stopping every few inches to let him adjust, a soft moan coming from Nico's lips
Nico pulled Jenson down to kiss him "Move" He mumbled against his wet and soft lips. The lips that had been the only thing on his mind since they kissed in Spain
Jenson did a few experimental thrusts before setting a slow and steady pace. He pushed his arm under Nico's shoulder, his hand curled in his hair, his other arm around his hips, lifting them slightly off the bed, angling them just right to hit his prostate
Nico's moans weren't deafening- they would if Jenson moved faster and harder, he didn't though. The slow pace was enough for both of them. They weren't in no rush. They didn't have sex out of anger or jealousy. Nico wanted to feel Jenson close, Jenson wanted to comfort Nico
Nico's arms were swung around Jenson's shoulders, trying to pull him closer, but his arms were too weak. He tried to move his legs around Jenson's hips, determined to pull him closer, but they too were too weak to move
Nico thought to himself earlier that he could come just by the sound of Jenson's voice. He proved himself right when his body shook, coming after a series of Jenson's praises in his ear
The feeling of Nico clenching around Jenson so tightly, gave him only a few more sloppy thrusts before he came inside Nico with a soft moan of his name
They both panted heavily for a few seconds before Jenson pulled out, but still laid down softly on top of Nico, feeling his cum stick to his stomach- It didn't matter in this moment. He was close to Nico, and that all what matters. He had hopefully comforted Nico to forget the race
"We should retire at the end of the season, give us more time to spend every single day together" Nico suggested it as a joke, but Jenson's agreement wasn't
#f1 smut#formula one#f1#nico rosberg#nico rosberg smut#jenson button#jenson button smut#princess cake#princess cake smut
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rare (actually very common) james vulnerability post um im kind of hating having bpd right now. i reeeeally really hate how the smallest thing completely sets me off and i HATE gettinf close to people and then having to hit them with the âbtw if i get even the slightest feeling you dont like me or that im being replaced i absolutely will not confront it directly and will instead opt to just never ever speak again and be mad for 6 months straightâ and its cost me a lot of close friendships! iâm in therapy and i am on medication and i have been for months but for some reason itâs just ??? not working??? i dunno but im feeling very Not great tonite james nation đ sighs soo hard and goes back to drawing star trek yuri
#jamesdottxt#i jsut want to be normal tbh#its so embarrassing#getting close to people and then realizing its Too close#and suddenly your entire day revolves around how theyre feeling/what theyre doing#i really wish that i didnt have to be like This#because once i get mean and i start freaking out people tend to drift away and find other people#and its like Oh i really am the problem#but whats the point of recognizing youre the problem when⊠youre the problem lol like im not purposefully staying like this#and im trying to get better#but at what point does it start being pathetic#i hate freaking out over the smallest shit#and losing sleep because of overthinking#ive fallen out with um. Both of my favorite persons in the past few months#one of them was lowkey a predator and the other one. man idk what the other one even did#he didnt do anything#i jsut kind of sucked i think#but yeah . being fp-less and only having a very select few friends is FREAKIN ME OUT!!!!!#youâre nice to me? I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU ALONE NOW! AHA!#embarrassinggggâŠ.#but um real talk i would so love to be able to maintain relationships properly without fucking it up so bad because of my outbursts#sighs so hard. the only thing that can fix this is drawing self insert x hughie campbell yuri#back to the coal mines (drawing program) i go#ant with bindle image#bpd#tw vent#personal vent#rare james vulnerability post#vent
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i dont have an actual name for it but depressed college au is probably one of my favorites. i dont really care for the adults in paranatural and thinking about how the activity club/others might grow up and continue their lives is so much more interesting to me
#i started reading this comic when i was 15? i think? and now im recently 23. i cant really say i relate or want to relate to 12 year olds an#y more. and yeah i prefer a lot more nuance and complexity when crafting+ reading stories#but when your protags are 12. well. yeah pass#pnats adults are fine but the kids are the ones i have any actual emotional interest or compulsion towards#so when i write something that might be less 'yippee whimsical wacky adventures' and the options are spender and zarei. again theyre fine bu#t i dont really care enough about spender and zarei#but i still want to write about adults you know. BEING 12 was hard enough you could not PAY me to go back into that headspace#honestly thats actually why most of wizard au takes place in their later school years#like you know those aged up mob psycho 100 aus. where mob is like a fireman and ritsu is an english major and theyre not exactly having epic#adventures anymore but theyre coming into themselves etc. god. thats the stuff 2 me#i used to hate aged up aus as a teenager bc i thought it was the author/artists excuse to put kids in weird situations. and idk considering#it was 2015. yeah fair. but i do think i get it now. teenage years are hard and theres a certain part of that hardness that i love. things#like growing up [from a 17yo perspective] and people you love going to college and trying to find yourself and dealing w friends and fear#for the future. THOSE are the kind of teen stories i like reading about. but when you start getting tired and mellowing out and things that#come with the end of college and grad school and growing up [from a 22yos perspective] is similar. but its more somber. youre older now#when the protagonists become people. thats what i like#wizard au is fun as a huge intense magical adventure project but depressed college au is just like. where i can project.#drinking an entire pack of mikes hard lemonade by myself and lying on the floor talking to friends about how im scared and pushing myself#towards a career that i love but dont know i can achieve. friends leaving. getting an apartment for the first time. and the second and#the third. that feels better when i can sit down and go 'okay. someday isabel will do this too. i might not understand. my friends might not#understand. nobody could understand and i could be alone. but max woke up with a hangover today and i know what that feels like' etc#idk just feels better. taking your favorite characters with you while you go through things. by which i mean#'taking my favorite characters and making them go through things'#you want them to be safe and happy and having fun. i want them to feel fear. we both know what we want from fiction and treasure each#depressed college au#dcau
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trying so hard to be normal but i really donât think i could survive going to the psych ward and iâm rlly like. bothered my siblings are pushing it so hard
#in neg city#they were rlly like âwe canât force youâ but then just kept fucking talking about it#even as iâm crying and saying no no i donât want to go iâm not going i really donât want to#and like. idk. when ur sister gets sent to the psych ward at a pivotal point in ur childhood#and that subsequent action adds onto the trauma u were already experiencing at that point like idk man! maybe going to the psych ward would#in fact be very very bad!!!#like any time i think abt the psych ward i think abt my sister one day just disappearing from the house. i think about when the doctors#withheld my letters and i thought my sister either hated me or was fucking dead. i think about having to hide all this agony behind polite#smiles while i was also being bullied mercilessly at school and my CHOIR TEACHER WAS DYING OF CANCER#i think abt the car ride when my aunt told me and my brother that she had to go back in#i think of empty houses and missing places at the dinner table and arguments and so many fucking arguments#i cant go into the psych ward i wonât. and it just felt like thatâs all they wanted me to do#and then it became well michelle how do u want us to help u? LEAVE ME ALONE#THATS HOW U HELP. YOU LEAVE ME ALONE AND LET ME FIGURE IT OUT#i get rlly overwhelmed and stressed when too many people are trying to butt their heads in#and i know they mean well but it just feels like theyâre both gonna become mom and iâm not talking to mom for THIS EXACT REASON#idk i just donât think they can help. i get that theyâre rlly worried but i canât let them help i donât know what they could do#and they wanna talk about this again tomorrow so now i donât wanna sleep bc i donât want tomorrow to happen#but i donât have anything to do bc iâm in such a terrible mood#i rlly wish i wasnât alive sometimes#clearly iâm putting too much stress on my siblings and mom is probably worried sick but iâll never kno bc we arenât talking#iâm just ruining everyoneâs life i rlly shouldnât be on this planet anymore
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girl help im going back n forth on whether or not i should send an email to thank the beautiful man fr letting me join the drawing session last week (more info on that entire situation here and here) and letting him know i probably wont be back but appreciate having had the experience either way. great or horrible idea leave a comment or DM to lmk.
#anyway more nuance on the whole situation is this. i am very single and this guy keeps being on my mind but i do not have any read on him#the last contact we had was me makin an ass of myself by going like hehe yeah this was nice everyone was nice ok yall have a nice evenin bye#while my heart was like visibly pounding out of my chest and u could probably see on my face i was internally thinking girl shut UP!!! LEAVE#so im like ok either hes weirded out by me so let me say thx AGAIN now in a composed way AND giving him peace of mind knowing i wont be back#unless?? i was not as awkward as i thought & get reassured i can return any time and then i could still b like thanks! and just Not go#i mean even then he might say it's fine even if he IS uncomfrtable w me just to 1. be nice and 2. make money w a participant locked in yknow#it does NOT help that the line btwn casual and professional was like NOT there btw its him just hosting the event as we all do our art idkkk#anyway if you THINK youve PROBABLY been a lil off is it better to 1. have a do-over and get closure or 2. fuck off forever hoping u never#like EVER run into the dude again and be awkward AGAIN bc well! u live in the same city and are both into art so?? there IS a possibility#I CAN SEE THE PROS AND CONS OF BOTH OPTIONS REALLY#yay for sending email: get a response get some clarity NOW. nay for sending email: girl u met him twice. please. leave the stranger alone <3#the one positive abt me feeling Dumb and Embarrassing is at least every time i think back i heave a Big Ole Sigh. feels nice tbh feels good#sad part is i rediscovered how much i love doing art and want to improve. would love to return it was so cheap.. pleek ill get over my crush
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Holding my boyfriend down in the dirt while its raining and dripping rain water off my hair and into his eyes and mouth while making him say over and over please dont kill me please dont kill me
#Yakuza loveblog#feels unethical but its fine he'll be fine he loves being brutally axe murdered in the woods alone at night#luka is curled up so compactly that i accidentally rested both my feet on her and didnt even realise it was her#i was just like whys there a hairy footrest by the bed ...... and she didnt even move or nothing .. .girl you can say no#wish i had long hair so that it could get into both our mouths while im wrestling kiryu need long hair so he has something to grab when hes#trying to pull me off his body like a tick and just like a tick i leave my decapitated head and teeth stuck on his skin#i know its just playing a game but it really feels weird that hes letting me kill him ... throw some punches lover... dont just lie there#... hee hee . just kidding its cute .. now how do i tell him ... how much i like him.... hee hee#hey can we go into the woods to talk ... and then i start firing my gun at him and laughing hysterically and i chase him until he feels#like hes gonna cough up his lungs hee hee dont be scared hee hee ... he didnt even fight back hes so cute... he just let me scare him into#submission ... he wouldnt even stand up when i told him to ... now im sitting on himm should i do it should i go in for the kissy#im sure out there theres a universe where i kill him and another where he kills me .. hee hee ... well i dont know what he does with my#body but i know what i do with his .. i have s
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dude it is way too early for this, someone just told me to kill myself over something i literally dont know anything about
#'youre sending people to harass me!' i dont have the power to do anything let alone that + i havent thought about you in a long time#why would i bother#now im just curious who was even harassing them but they blocked me before i could ask#youre so classy telling me to kill myself and then blocking me before i can reply. very mature of you#this wasnt on tumblr btw idek if they have a tumblr and idc#if theyre stalking my social media thats just weird on their part#'i hope you stop burdening your family' well i hope you stop burdening yourself. you sound miserable and you always have. go to therapy.#stop hurting other people just to make yourself feel better even though all it does is give you temporary satisfaction and long term pain#fucking weirdo. we left our friendship on an argument because you NEVER let yourself be wrong even about things you knew nothing about#you wanna see me shit talking you publically? this is that i fucking guess#tell me i dont know anything about relationships because i only ever dated one person as if that person didnt leave me with trauma#that im still unpacking almost a decade later? fuck off.#at least im not marked red on shinigami eyes and have 'too right leaning for twitter to handle' in my twitter bio. thats fucking embarassing#fucking weird asshole. that entire friend group we were part of was ridiculous#the only person from there i EVER shit talked was someone else and they deserve it for being a pedo.#but i dont care to harass anyone because it does nothing for me#it only works to hurt me and im sick of being in pain. im sick of being miserable and lonely and stuck with memories of wrongdoing#i told you im in therapy and went back to school and that means im moving on and you decided that meant i should kms#fuck off. i hope you DONT kill yourself so you can come to the conclusion that you need to change for the better and work towards that goal#instead of being the same 'i can never be wrong!' ex-mean girl weirdo that led to me and everyone else dropping you as a friend#because all you did was make us mad with your behavior#and apparently not changing a single bit in the TWO WHOLE YEARS since i last saw you. grow up. we are both old enough to legally drink.#so grow the fuck up.#my post#ignore me#SERIOUSLY fucking ignore this post#vent#personal
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i love Claudine but Maya Tendo is creeping up like she might snatch her off that pedestal for fav RevStar character, as is fitting lmao
#I wanna talk about Maya but I all I can sum her essence w rn is how much she's so larger than life; ofc she doesn't see herself as human#The bitch is the Yuujiro Hanma of theater skill a Heroic Spirit of the stage everything about her conduct makes her a myth#Which is her greatest strength and weakness; I think I'm mostly impressed by how in awe she leaves you#The writing is so good#Not only that but everything she says about pride and commitment to what you do is true- her only flaw is in arguably doing it alone#Compared to the others she truly did walk out of a storybook into their world and she believes it bc she works for all she has#When she acts like an emperor and quotes the Buddha on being honored through heaven and earth I believe her#Her and Claudine deserved more screentime in the TV show#Episode 4 is amazing bc the revue is just Maya saying Oh you think wearing a tiny crown makes you a king? On MY stage? LOL. Lmao Even.#Actually going back to my Baki ref that scene where a bunch of fighters sneak in to see Pickle bc he's the strongest thing in the world now#The Kukugumi would literally do the same shit if they heard there was a new strong actor/grander stage lmao#They're demons of the theatre#Every single one of the Kukugumi in the show is relatable to me but Maya is both an attitude I can relate to AND respect in a person#I think that's why she and Claudine are my FAV favs
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Also if you're wondering why I had to be Irish: bitch, I'm a native species! You're the invasive one! This is my home! I'm just visiting yours for a lifetime, and I'm being kind enough not to redecorate your room at my place. The Tuatha DĂ© Danann were already acknowledged as being sui generis. Maybe stop turning your grandfather's place into such a fucking bloodbath if you don't want Him to pitch an absolute fit when He wakes up!
#and if there are any more crimes you have committed#now is the time to confess#to be absolved or redeemed#i can only help with one of those things but i'm not the one who chooses what goes in the fire#i just build it and keep it running#it's better to be thrown back into the ocean#you only go in the fire if you've really pissed him off#i give you what mercy is mine to give#a swift cut is a kindness#i don't have the keys in this lifetime#i can't let you into your father's house#but i can help you change the locks and fire the bad shepherds#maybe train some better ones#possibly from a more diverse candidate pool#you wanted a Paraclete#i really hope i'm not the only one they sent#but i'll take my better part that you see as the dirty work#i want my fucking wages though#i'll only split it between the grandkids anyway#you'll get your share#but ONLY your share#everything that was your father's is yours#stop being so fucking prodigal#take it from me it's a bad idea#âi can still hear her voice sometimesâ âstop telling people i'm dead! or in heaven!â#they're both technically correct but they're oversimplifications that you're using to bully your siblings#âdad left me in charge!â clearly dad should have know better than to leave you little shits alone in the first place#but i guess you did crucify him so i can't blame him either#mother has arrived-- what do you mean you drank the fucking wine#that was barely juice it needed to AGE this is just like that time in Cana... let's tidy up before we ask him to do his next miracle okay?
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Now that I think about it last nightâs dream really hit a bingo of recurring themes tbh
#i should say dream(s) because they really werenât coherent and didnât fit much of a narrative#like i think i woke up and fell asleep again at one point#so i had the dream i went on tinder and listed myself as having a flat butt. which is both uncalled for and true#at one point i dreamt i was at a remote house in scotland which.. i donât know why but iâm ALWAYS dreaming that#had a dream my dad turned out to have been alive this whole time#he showed up 80 years old (which is how old he would be now) and told us the cia had faked his death and put him in witness protection#i was like and WHY would they not also take me#thereâs a point at which dreaming that your loved one came back to life actually stops being sad and kinda starts to be funny depending#on the themes of the dream. like not always but sometimes#itâs something you never think will happen until it does#but he was a really funny old man in this dream#itâs been a while since i had the dream. i had one a while ago where heâd faked his death so he could go live with a different family#but then his new wife kicked him out so he moved back in with my mom and she didnât seem to mind but i was PISSED#i also had a dream that i was doing a phd or something but my a-level english teacher was my professor/supervisor#and our scenarios were really chaotic and required me to make some kind of tomatoey tofu concoction#even in my dreams i crave academic validation and tofu#THEN i had a dream i accidentally texted p#which⊠can my subconscious leave him alone PLEASE itâs 2024. this does not need to be happening#i think reading my godawful diary from The Time Of P the other day dredged him up#it mustâve done because when i tell you i donât think about this man day to day. i just donât remember about him#he doesnât even post on facebook. i donât see him#so yeah we really hit every single recurring dream theme that i have last night#i never have full blown recurring dreams but i have themes#we really only missed out hamsters; me being on a doomed voyage or me being an unwanted house guest in a stupidly big house#personal
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â âđđ â â đđđđđđđđ. you show your husband some affection, thinking you two were alone - only to be interrupted by your son.
tags. dad!toji fushiguro x wife!female reader. fluff, suggestive. mentions of toji developing / having a dad bod. & reader having a mom bod. reader gets called âprincess, mama (by gumi)â. baby gumi waking up bcs of a nightmare. excuse me - not beta read bcs i was half asleep when writing this rt_t
âtooooji,â you smile as you enter the kitchen. youâve put megumi to bed - finally - and have the chance to spend some one-on-one time with your dear husband. both of you deserve the rest after a hard day of work.
toji has been putting the dishes back in their designated spots whilst you were away. the dark-haired man turns his head to the side once he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist. a small grin tugs at his lips, âmissed me, princess?â
you roll your eyes. even if years have passed since your marriage, toji has not stopped using that specific nickname for you. he loves calling you âprincessâ, because thatâs what youâll always be to him. in his eyes, at least.
âmhm,â you decide to indulge him. you bury your face into his broad back, feeling the muscles heâs worked so hard on obtaining. after megumi was born, toji did let himself go for a bit, but that is a good sign.
it means heâs content with his life - this peaceful life that heâs settled down for with no regrets. no more being reckless, no more battling for money; heâs now got a family to come back home to after all.
âis the little brat asleep?â toji asks while putting the last dish away. heâs visibly enjoying your warm hands that have slid under his shirt. your skin is so soft to the touch compared to his.
you chuckle and nod to his question. âgumiâs sleeping like a baby,â you rub your husbandâs stomach gently, feeling the little bumps of his fading abs. youâre loving his new body - just as much as toji loves yours.
toji turns around to face you, desperately needing to return the favor. he canât get enough of being with you. his rough hands grab your waist and bring you closer against his body, until your chests are nearly touching. he lowers his head to your neck, âthat means i can show my wife how much i love her, yeah?â
you shiver at how tojiâs voice turns from soft and gentle to sexual and husky. big hands find their place on your tummy, massaging the loose skin with its stretch marks. you can hear your husbandâs breath hitch. âfuck,â toji swallows his spit, his fingers moving to grasp your hips.
toji loves how your hips got wider after youâve given birth to your child. every change in your body, whether big or small, is completely welcomed by him. your body has blessed toji with a son he loves and heâll forever be grateful for that fact. the least he can do is take his time to appreciate you.
âso beautiful,â toji sighs as he leaves soft pecks on your neck and throat. his fingers are working their way down to your thighs and assânot leaving a single patch of skin untouched. his lips eventually find yours and you melt into his embrace.
itâs getting heated and the tension is palpable. tojiâs about to lift you into his arms when you catch a glimpse of a short figure in the doorway. your eyes widen and you immediately detach your lips from your husbandâs.
toji quickly catches on and sighs. he cocks his head to the left, the sight of his toddler standing at the doorway coming into view. âdamn kid,â he whispers, nearly pouting because of the interruption. you playfully slap his bicepâa warning to fix his potty mouth in front of megumi.
âh-hey, gumi,â you say with an awkward giggle, walking towards the child. you fix your shirt in the meantime, straightening the material. you crouch down to megumiâs level and pat his head tenderly, âwhat happened? why are you out of bed?â
megumi stares up at you with teary eyes. heâs clenching onto his dog plushie, hugging the stuffed animal to his little body. you can easily guess that heâs scaredâprobably because of a nightmare. heâs been getting those more frequently.
though, instead of explaining himself, megumi searches for answers to something else. he points at his dad whoâs leaning against the counter with his arms crossed. the toddler then looks back at you like heâs made some big discovery;
âmama papa kissing!â
you nearly choke on your spit. megumiâs a clever little boy and it shows through his advanced vocabulary. youâre surprised that heâs learnt what that meant already. you try to deny what your child said, âno, uhm, mama and papa were just hugging!â
toji snorts at your half assed excuse. he lazily walks over to you two, hands in his pockets. he bends forwards and looks megumi in the eyes with a huge smirk on his face. âyeah, we were. ân you totally ruined it,â he utters without any shame and menacingly sticks his tongue out at the little boy.
you hiss and lightly shove tojiâhe cannot take anything seriously. youâre trying your best to distract megumiâs attention from what heâs seen his parents do, to what his reason is for waking up.
âdid you have a nightmare again?â you coo and pick your son up. he instantly snuggles up to you and presses his face against your chest in search of comfort. you smile and can conclude that your assumptions are right.
you pet megumiâs head whilst softly humming one of his favorite lullabies. toji watches your interaction with his son and his mood softens once more. he silently hugs you from behindâalso wrapping an arm around megumiâturning it into a little family group hug.
âyâre all right, buddy,â toji mutters to megumi and the little boy sniffles in response, âmama ân papa âre right here.â
after a couple minutes, you carry megumi back to his room before putting him down in his bed. your husband stands next to you as you make sure your kid is tucked in properly.
megumi stares up at you with a sniff and you nearly melt at the adorable sight. you brush his bangs out of his eyes and kiss his forehead, wishing him a good night. the toddler nods and hugs his plushie to his chest again, still a bit shaken up from the nightmare. however, heâs doing a lot better after he got comforted by both his parents.
âsweet dreams, gumi,â you whisper and rub megumiâs cheeks with a fond smile on your lips. toji simply stares at you conversing with megumiâhis face showing little to no emotion. though, from within, toji is absolutely in awe at your motherly personality. youâre the perfect mother.
megumi gets drowsy and tosses onto his side so he could be more comfortable. he struggles to open his eyes, but manages to look at toji. the little boy pouts and points another finger at his dad, this time drowsily warning him, âpapa no kiss mama, âkay?â
that comment catches you off guard. youâre embarrassed by the fact that megumi still remembers what heâs seen in the kitchen. you try to clear your throat and explain yourself, but tojiâs one step ahead of you. he silently mimics megumiâs words and rolls his eyesâ
âyeah yeah, whatever. i wonât,â toji promises his son. the toddler clearly inherited your husbandâs protectiveness. you chuckle at the playfulness between the two, enjoying the jokey banter the father-son duo have each time.
megumi huffs in victory and nods. he can sleep in peace now, knowing his dad wonât try anything funny with you. he closes his weary eyes and is asleep within just a few seconds.
you stretch your arms and sigh in content. you canât help but chuckle once you notice how megumiâs fallen asleep with a tiny smile on his lips. you give the child one last forehead kiss before leaving the room in silence.
toji follows right behind you. now that his son is sound asleep, he doesnât have to keep his promise. technicallyâ he wasnât planning to anyway.
âcâmere,â your husband mumbles and grabs your hand. he pulls you into a tight hug, hands instantly roaming your body which he admires so much. he plants his lips onto yours not a second later.
you smile into the kiss, finding it funny how toji couldnât keep his (fake) promise for even one second. he would die if he actually couldnât kiss you, and that isnât even an exaggeration.
toji pulls back after a moment and smirks at youâthose bedroom eyes of his very telling.
âso, where were we?â
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#jjk x you#toji x you#jjk fluff#toji fluff#jjk x y/n#toji x y/n#star divider by benkeibear
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