#and have not left me a moment to myself today

[monstertreden]

◡̈⋆🅷🅸(●’◡’●)ﾉ!! saw that requests for writing is open, so I would like to politely and gladly request this 🤍

mutual pining with optimus prime and human fem reader!! and if possible, the timeline in the bumblebee film (2018) please. optimus is confused about the blossoming feelings he has for reader and seeks help from bumblebee since he has been on earth longer and assumes he knows better haha!! bumblebee is like his wingman :3c

sorry for yapping, but this is my request please and thank you 🥹🫶🏻 have a good one!!! <33

☁︎ RAINY DAYS ☁︎

-Reader: FEM reader  -TW: none -Character: Optimus Prime (Transformers 2018 movie) -Summary: Optimus develops a quiet, protective affection for a human companion, treasuring their moments together. -Word count : 1453 -A/N: Ahhh this was so cutee!! I've tried my best, anon! :) It took me a bit to polish this one just trying to catch Optimus character better :3, hope you like it! . . . I love big robots.

The Prime stood in quiet contemplation, his optics flickering with the weight of his thoughts. Today the "Autobots base" was noiseless, except for the only sound in the room that came from a small TV. Its screen casted a faint glow, as his loyal companion, Bumblebee, zapped through various channels, each displaying what he presumed was human entertainment. The great leader of the Autobots had faced countless battles and made decisions that shaped the fate of Earth itself. Yet, now, he was confronted with a challenge that left him uncertain… his growing affection for a human.

He turned his helm towards Bumblebee, who was still tinkering with a small rectangular device, undoubtedly another human invention. The scout's dexterous servos moved with precision, his curiosity for human culture evident in every motion. That curiosity he had for humans was something else, Bumblebee had always been adept at understanding humans, particularly one individual who had become dear to the scout’s spark, a connection Optimus couldn’t quite wrap his helm around.

"Bumblebee, my dear friend." Optimus's voice rumbled inside the shed, to which the scout beeped in acknowledgement, blue optics lifting from the small device he held. For all his wisdom and experience, Optimus found the nuances of such personal connections… elusive, particularly when it came to matters involving a certain earth native. "I find myself in need of your counsel…” his voice steady but laced with an uncharacteristic hesitance. “…might I ask, how does one get acquainted with an earthling?”

Bumblebee's optics brightened with amusement. Lately, he had seen the Prime’s subtle shifts once he got closer to their human friend. To see the unshakeable pillar of their team, a leader who rarely wavered, seeking guidance on something as deeply personal as affection, from him! Knowing full well that too much teasing could get him grounded, once again, by the big boss, he suppressed a teasing comment.  

Shifting between radio stations, Bumblebee spoke "—that’s it!—might as well spend quality time with her—boss!”

The idea of approaching a human affectionately weighed heavily on Optimus. Deep down he was lost in thought, the alliance between humans and Autobots came first. However, this particular human had earned his respect, and gradually, he found himself warming up to her presence.

It was unexpected…

Ever attuned to his leader's demeanour nuances, Bumblebee softened his  veiled teasing, followed by his next suggestion “---You all go for--- a Joy Ride!---”

Racing with a pick-up truck? That would be too risky, perhaps even impractical. His alt mode was functional, built for resilience and reliability, not for speed or flashiness, neither a sports car nor a sleek vehicle.  It was a step he could take, though at his own pace.

"I thank you, dear friend" Optimus said, a note of gratitude in his voice. "Your insight is... most valuable."

.ᐟ.ᐟ

The sky had darkened, thick clouds gathering as a gentle rain began to fall. Subsequentially, the steady rhythm of the droplets intensified, each drop falling heavier than before. Amid the relentless rain, another sound broke through the downpour. It was the distinctive hum of an engine, accompanied by the sharp, glowing brilliance of the four headlights piercing through the rain. The pickup truck stood resolutely by the side of the road, its metallic frame shimmering as droplets clung to its surface.

The truck had been waiting patiently for an indeterminate time as then, through the haze of rain she appeared, huddled under a small red umbrella. Illuminated by the soft glow of a streetlamp, Optimus watched as she approached, her steps careful on the slick pavement. Once she reached his side, the door unlocked with a quiet click, inviting her inside. “Finally—” trembling, she climbed into the passenger seat, the door closing firmly behind her.

Inside, she was enveloped by the warmth of the front seats, a stark contrast to the cool rain outside. She set her umbrella aside and leaned back in the seat, with a contented sigh. "Thanks a lot for picking me up, Optimus" her voice resonated in his spark “I’m terribly sorry, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long under this damn rain! I swear, my weather said it was going to be cloudy...totally not this??”

"It is no trouble," Optimus replied, his voice a gentle rumble through the speakers. “I wouldn't want you walking in this kind of weather, you might get hurt. Never hesitate to give me a call, little one.”

Soon enough the engine started, and they drove in comfortable silence, the rain creating a soothing backdrop. Optimus found solace in these quiet moments, the presence of his human companion filling the space with an unspoken connection. He relished the opportunity to simply be near her, to share in the simplicity of the moment. This was his kind of “Joy ride”, a serene, intimate experience far removed from the high-energy adventures Bumblebee often took part in.

As they neared her home, the glow of streetlights casting soft halos on the rain-slicked road, she turned slightly, her gaze thoughtful. "You know," she began "I’ve always appreciated how you make time for me. It means a lot."

Optimus's spark swelled with an emotion that, despite his longevity and vast experience since he first came online, he was still learning to fully understand. "Your companionship brings me a sense of peace," he admitted, the sincerity in his tone unmistakable. "It is a privilege to be a part of your world."

Her hand reached out, soft fingers brushing against the dashboard in a gesture of affection. “And it's a privilege to have you in mine, truly"  she whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine. She knew he could hear her, loud and clear, even if he didn’t respond immediately. There was a quiet understanding between them, one that was broken by his warm voice, drawing her attention.

“Would you like to hear some stories, my little friend?”

.ᐟ.ᐟ

An hour had passed, her eyelids grew heavy and she found herself lulled by the light sway of the truck. It was a rare moment of peace in a world often filled with chaos. Here, cradled in the safety of Optimus Prime, she allowed herself to drift into a peaceful slumber, trusting completely in the steadfast guardian who was carrying her home.

“---This brings many memories in my circuit” Optimus mused softly “The first steps we Autobots took on your lively, vibrant planet. It’s a bittersweet feeling, filled with nostalgia…” His words trailed off as he realized she had succumbed to sleep, her form gently resting against the cushion seat. “oh…” His words had continued longer than he intended. She had fallen asleep, her head resting against the cushioned seat.

His engine hummed quietly as he turned the corner by her house. With a slow, deliberate movement, the Prime transformed. His massive frame shifted awkwardly, yet he was careful enough to avoid any disruption.

With utmost care, his servos extended towards her,  cradling her sleeping form. She stirred slightly but did not wake, her trust in him evident in her relaxed posture. As if in the hands of someone who would never harm her.

Attentive optics caught sight of the slightly open window. Soon, Optimus approached it, parting it with a click, careful not to make a sound. The rain had all but ceased, leaving the night air cool and fresh. With ultimate precision, he laid her down on her bed, tucking the blanket around her in a gesture that felt almost human. He lingered for a moment, his optics soft, his gaze filled with a tenderness that reflected his deep sense of protectiveness. She was safe here, in the comfort of her own room, sheltered from the outside world.

He stood there for a moment, his optics soft as he gazed at her peaceful expression. "Goodnight," he whispered, his voice a deep murmur. "May the stars always guide you."

.ᐟ.ᐟ

As he quietly stepped back from the window, miraculously avoiding breaking the glass, the Prime remained near her backyard, his massive form casting a shadow over the wall of her house. The soft hum of his systems settled into a quiet vigil, ensuring her safety throughout the night. There Optimus found solace in the knowledge that, for now, as long as he was with her, she would be safe and sound. With the Autobots' base under control, he decided to linger near her home, keeping a watchful optic on her,  a silent but devoted promise of protection and care.

The faint light of the stars reflected in his optics as the night enveloped him while he transformed back into his vehicle mode.

Tomorrow would be another day.

[womenwoso]

Thank you so much for the kind words on my last fic. It's really appreciated. Thank you to @helen-with-an-a for being amazing and proofreading. Hope you enjoy and requests are open. Please send in ideas.

Hard questions

Mapí León was perched on the edge of the sofa, her eyes showing her exhaustion after a long day of practice. Fresh from a shower, her damp hair was wrapped in a towel when Clara burst into the room, her little face beaming with excitement.

“Mamí!” Clara exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. “I saw a picture of you in your Spain jersey at school today! You looked so happy, like me when I play football with you and all my tias. When do I get to play with them again? Why don’t you play for Spain anymore, do you not love Spain?

Mapí paused, Clara was in the stage of asking questions constantly, but this question hung in the air like a heavy cloud. She had anticipated this moment. Clara was getting old enough to ask tough questions—ones that carried a lot of history, choices, and feelings that Mapí had kept to herself but she hadn’t expected this question just yet.

For a brief moment, Mapí was silent, just gazing at her daughter, who was looking back at her with wide, innocent eyes, eager for a response.

“Clara, honey,” Mapí began gently, pulling her onto her lap, “It’s not that I don’t love playing for Spain anymore. I’ve always loved it. I still do.”

Clara tilted her head, clearly puzzled. “Then why don’t you play with my tias? You’re the best player! Tia Ale plays for Spain, so does Aita, Patri, Jana and Irene. All the girls play for a country there's a lot of countries more than just Spain. It's so cool. ”

Mapí let out a soft laugh, gently pushing a lock of hair away from Clara’s forehead. “You know, being the best doesn’t always cut it. Football is more than just skills—it’s about the teammates, the environment, and how you feel … on the inside.”

Clara looked puzzled, her little brain trying to process the information. “But … but you’re amazing, Mamí! You helped Spain win! Why wouldn’t they want you anymore?”

Mapí felt a weight in her chest. She had kept the real reasons for stepping back from the national team to herself, not wanting to overwhelm Clara with the complicated details. But now, her daughter deserved honesty, even if it was tough to share.

“Sometimes, Clara,” Mapí said, her voice thick with feeling, “sometimes the people in charge don’t treat you the way you should be treated. They don’t do their jobs properly and might end up hurting people. They might not recognise your worth. And when you feel that way for too long, it gets hard to keep going. When something like that happens, iIt hurts. And when something hurts, you have to think about what’s best for you.”

Clara paused, clearly processing everything. Mapí could see the little gears working in her brain. “So... you left … because they were … mean? … to you?”

Mapí gazed into her daughter’s eyes, so similar to her own, feeling a pang in her heart. “Sí carino, something like that. But it’s not just about being nice. It’s about feeling valued and … and being respected. Football is all about teamwork, but it is also based on trust and support. When those things are missing, it gets really tough to keep playing.”

Clara seemed to ponder this for a while, a little crinkle forming in her brow. Finally, she asked, “Are you going to go back?”

Mapí offered a gentle smile, a blend of sadness and hope shining in her eyes. “I’m not sure, nena. Sometimes, people need a little time to heal before they can return to something and sometimes you have to step away so the changes that need to be made can happen. Right now, I’m focusing on Barça and making sure I’m in a good place, where I can be the best version of myself …  the best Mamí I can be for you. I can’t promise I’ll ever play for Spain again, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love the game or my country. I do. Always.”

Clara looked up at her mom, her tiny hands resting on Mapí’s arm. “I want you to play for Spain again. I want to see you in the jersey.”

Mapí’s heart warmed, her daughter’s words reminding her of the love that kept her going every day. “Maybe one day, pequeña. Maybe one day.”

The room fell silent for a moment, the heaviness of their talk hanging in the air. Mapi realised that Clara didn’t grasp everything completely, but she could see the love and hope shining in her daughter’s eyes. And honestly, that was enough for now.

With a gentle kiss on Clara’s forehead, Mapí pulled her in for a tight hug. “No matter what happens, you’ll always be my biggest supporter. That’s what really counts.”

Clara beamed, resting her head on her mom’s shoulder. “I’ll always cheer for you, Mamí. Forever.”

[majinael]

pt2 of vulnerable

★michael kaiser x she/her pronouns reader (can be interpreted as GN)

★4,8k words

★TW: selfharm, blood, choking, mentions of Kaiser's past

★songs associated : the beach & creep

The late afternoon sun bathed the room in a warm glow as I tidied my desk, the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air. It was quiet, save for the rustle of papers and the occasional creak of the chair. Just as I tucked a clipboard away, a gentle knock sounded on the door.

Before I could answer, the door eased open, and Alexis Ness stepped inside, his signature wide smile lighting up the room.

“Oh, hello Alexis!” I greeted, straightening up. “Do you need anything?”

“Hi, (Y/N),” he replied cheerfully, though there was a slight hesitation in his voice. “Could you take a look at my ankle? I woke up this morning, and it cracked. Now I’m worried.”

I tilted my head, giving him a once-over before nodding. “Sure, have a seat.” I gestured for him to lie down on the examination table nearby.

As he settled, I carefully examined his ankle, pressing gently along the joint. “Do you feel any pain?”

“Not really, no,” he admitted, his tone almost sheepish.

“You’re sure it’s not just from a morning stretch?” I asked, glancing up at him. “Everything looks fine to me.”

He hummed thoughtfully, then smiled mischievously. “Mh… I probably just wanted an excuse to see you today. It’s been a while.”

I chuckled, shaking my head as I removed my hands. “You could’ve just said so, you know. How have you been?”

“I’ve been okay,” he said, sitting up. Then, his gaze turned curious. “I noticed you tending to Michael’s injury yesterday. That’s unusual. What happened?”

“Nothing serious,” I assured him. “Noel asked me to check on him. You know how he is about Michael—always hovering.”

Alexis scoffed lightly, a teasing edge to his voice. “And here I thought Michael had finally made a new friend.”

The corner of my lips quirked up at the thought. “Right. Michael doesn’t exactly have a crowd of friends, does he? I wish he’d open up more.”

Alexis’s smile faltered for a moment, and his tone softened. “It’s not that simple with him. It took years for him to trust me.”

“I’m glad he has you, though,” I said earnestly. “Still… it wouldn’t hurt to see him smile more often.”

He gave me a quiet nod before standing, his fingers idly adjusting the hem of his sweater. He was halfway to the door when I called out, “Wait, Alexis.”

He turned back, his gaze questioning.

“Could you ask Michael to come back here? I need to check his wound again. It needs particular attention, and…” My voice trailed off as a flicker of memory surfaced—the first day I met Michael, his dismissive attitude toward his own well-being. “…I want to make sure he’s alright. Don’t tell him I asked, though.”

Alexis’s expression softened as he nodded, a glimmer of understanding in his eyes. Without another word, he slipped out the door.

Left alone, I returned to my desk, though my focus was far from the papers in front of me. I found myself wondering if Michael would step through that door. Somehow, the thought of him ignoring the request seemed just as likely as him showing up, albeit reluctantly.

For now, all I could do was wait.

Strangely enough, Michael showed up. The door swung open without so much as a knock, his ever-present cocky smirk plastered across his face. Despite myself, I felt a wave of relief.

“I knew you missed me,” he drawled, stepping inside with an air of exaggerated confidence. “So I thought I’d grace you with a visit.”

I scoffed, spinning my chair around to face him. “You really should learn to knock before barging in.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“What if I was with someone else?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.

He shrugged, his smirk widening. “Then what? It’s not like you’d be making out with your patients.”

“You never know,” I shot back, amused.

“With that bunch of imbeciles?” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “I doubt it.”

Shaking my head, I stood up and held out my hand. “Come on,” I said, gesturing for his.

Michael eyed me suspiciously. “What’s this?”

“It’s not like I’m proposing or anything,” I teased. “Just give me your hand.”

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, he complied, extending his hand toward me. I gently unwrapped the clumsy bandage that he’d haphazardly tied around his injury. The sight of his attempt made me smile.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” I replied, though I couldn’t quite hide my amusement.

“Spit it out,” he insisted, his tone sharp yet curious.

I chuckled lightly. “Your bandaging skills. Don’t take it the wrong way, though. I think it’s cute that you tried.”

“Good thing I’m not a nurse, then,” he shot back, smirking. “But I can’t say you’re a good teacher.”

The playful jab caught me off guard, and I laughed. It was rare to see Michael mimic someone’s words so directly—it felt oddly endearing, even if I knew he was doing it to mock me.

“Do you want a tutorial, perhaps?” I teased.

He didn’t answer, but as I glanced up, I noticed him squinting at my hands, watching my movements with a level of focus I hadn’t expected.

“Mmm… but it’s much funnier when you let me handle it,” I added, leaning back slightly. “I almost don’t want to teach you. Though…” I smiled in amusement. “It’s not a very difficult task.”

“Or maybe you ARE just bad at teaching,” He shot back, playfully narrowing his eyes.

“It’s a bother coming here just for a little check up,” he grumbled, though his tone lacked any real annoyance.

“Alright, alright,” I relented with a smile. “I’ll show you properly. Just this once.”

I cleaned his wound with practiced care, then demonstrated how to bandage it properly. As I finished, I glanced up, catching him inspecting his hand. My gaze lingered for a moment longer than I intended, taking in his entire demeanor.

But something caught my eye—faint marks on his neck, half-hidden by his collar. My breath hitched.

Before he could turn to leave, I instinctively reached out, grabbing the hem of his shirt. “Wait, Kaiser.”

He turned back, brow furrowed. “What now?”

“S-sorry,” I stammered, my voice unsteady. “Can you come back here for a second?”

Michael sighed heavily but complied, stepping closer. My hand hesitated before gently capturing his jaw, tilting his face to the side to get a better look. The light revealed it clearly—faint but undeniable strangulation marks trailing along his neck.

His eyes widened, and in an instant, he shoved me away with startling aggression.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, his voice colder than I’d ever heard it.

“Michael…” I whispered, my heart pounding. “Who did this to you?”

“That’s none of your business.” His tone was sharp, his usual bravado replaced by something raw and defensive.

“Michael, please,” I tried again, desperate. “I just—”

But he didn’t let me finish. With a scowl and a tense jaw, he turned on his heel and stormed out, the door slamming shut behind him.

I stood frozen for a moment before sinking into my chair, my head buried in my hands. My mind replayed the image of those marks over and over again. I tried to convince myself it could be from something harmless—some lewd activity, maybe—but deep down, I doubted it.

Fear mixed with determination as I sat there, heart heavy. I couldn’t let it go. I needed to find out the truth, no matter how much Michael wanted to keep me out.

Eventually, I became so consumed by my thoughts and work that I completely forgot about my week off. It wasn’t until the night before that I realized, thanks to my best friend’s text: “Are you ready?” It hit me like a ton of bricks—she was picking me up in an hour. In a panic, I dashed around my apartment, grabbing everything I thought I’d need and stuffing it haphazardly into my luggage.

We embarked on a six-day road trip, stopping in every quaint town that caught our eye. We lived out of a van, showered in campgrounds or public gyms, and embraced an experience that was raw and unpolished—far from the luxuries I could afford but so much more real. I had the most incredible time, leaving behind all my work and worries. Well, almost all.

In one of those charming towns, we stopped at a shop selling handmade, unique jewelry. While my best friend hunted for a good place to eat, I browsed the store to find something special—souvenirs to remember our trip. That’s when I saw it: a blue rose necklace. It was beautiful, handcrafted, and utterly unique. It reminded me of Michael. Without hesitation, I bought it, completely forgetting why I’d entered the shop in the first place.

I asked the seller to wrap it as a gift and stepped out to meet my best friend. On the way, I passed a newsstand. Fate, it seemed, wasn’t quite done with me. A familiar figure stared back at me from the cover of a football magazine. Michael Kaiser.

Impulsively, I bought the magazine. My best friend, curious, asked about it. I shrugged, casually replying, “I know him from work. I just thought he looked nice.” She didn’t press further, and we carried on with our day.

As much as I loved the road trip, it eventually came to an end. After hugging my best friend goodbye, I returned to my apartment, threw my luggage in the corner, and collapsed onto my bed. I drifted off, only to be woken by my alarm the next morning.

The routine of work crept back in. My office was exactly as I’d left it—monotonous and unchanging. By 2 p.m., I hadn’t even had lunch, so I headed to the cafeteria. It was empty, the quiet echoing my mood. I ate alone, and as I finished, a thought crossed my mind: What if fate brought me to Michael again? It didn’t.

Not that day, at least.

The next day, a loud crash from the bathroom near my office jolted me from my work. I rushed to the door, knocking urgently. No response, but I could hear the sounds of labored breathing and muffled cries.

“Please open the door,” I called softly, trying to sound calm. “I’m here to help.”

Still no answer.

Fearing the worst, I used the universal key I’d been given. I hesitated at first, reluctant to invade someone’s privacy, but the distressing sounds forced my hand. What I saw broke me.

Michael was on the floor, his face flushed red and blue, his hands tightening around his own neck. Shards of a shattered mirror littered the floor, and his blood dripping from his fist all the way down his arm. His tear-filled eyes met mine, a mix of anger, fear, and vulnerability.

“Michael...” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“L-leave me alone,” he growled, his tone raw and desperate.

Ignoring his protests, I close the door behind me, knelt in the broken glass, unbothered by the sting against my skin. “Look at me,” I said softly, placing a hand on his arm.

He didn’t stop.

“Does it feel good?” I asked gently, out of panic trying to break through the haze of his pain.

No answer.

“Michael, you don’t have to do this. I’m here. You’re not alone.”

Tears blurred my vision as I slowly guided his trembling hands away from his neck. He didn’t resist, though he could have. As his arms fell limp, I pulled him into an embrace, ignoring the blood, the mess, everything.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “You’re okay. I’ll make sure of it.”

He didn’t speak. After a moment, I felt his arms weakly wrap around me, his face pressing into my shoulder.

“Forget this ever happened,” he murmured, his voice cracked and hollow.

I reached into my pocket, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe his tears and the blood from his face. My gaze never left his, soft and understanding, free of judgment. And he felt like he was now holding something he was afraid to corrupt.

“Let’s go somewhere safer,” I suggested, standing and offering him my hand.

For a fleeting moment, he hesitated, his gaze fixed on his bloodied fingers, trembling as if they belonged to someone else. In his mind, he was no longer the man standing before me but a fragile child again—haunted by the cruelty of his father and the absence of his mother. The shadows of his past loomed over him, suffocating and unrelenting. Yet, today, amidst the weight of his despair, someone stood before him, offering their hand—not with pity, but with unwavering resolve. They didn’t flinch at the sight of his brokenness, nor did they care about the blood or the mess. Slowly, tentatively, he lifted his battered, shattered hand and placed it in mine, as though grasping for salvation he never thought he deserved.

I led him to my office, locking the door behind us. He sat silently, staring at his hands while I gathered supplies to clean his wounds. Carefully, I removed the glass shards, disinfected the cuts, and bandaged them. When I asked to examine his neck, he turned his head wordlessly, avoiding my gaze.

“What a beautiful tattoo,” I murmured as I applied a soothing cream. “I’ve never seen it this close.”

He stayed silent, his vulnerability raw and unguarded.

When I finished, I sat beside him, offering a soft smile. “Michael, you did amazing,” I said sincerely. “Do you want to rest here for a while? I’ll watch over you.”

No response.

“The door’s open if you want to leave,” I added gently. “I’ll clean up the bathroom and blame the mirror on my clumsiness.”

I stood, giving him space to decide. In that moment, I realized how deeply this broken man trusted me—his raw vulnerability was both a plea for help and an act of silent courage. And he, realized how he was now forced trust someone for the first time in his life. But maybe, if it was you, it didn’t sound so bad anymore he thought, your angel face and bright smile in his mind as he laid down and fell asleep.

When I finished cleaning, I returned to find him asleep, his body finally at ease, though his fist remained tightly clenched. My chest ached at the sight. What I had witnessed earlier—the way he froze at even the smallest act of kindness—gnawed at me. What kind of life could leave someone so unaccustomed to tenderness? The answer had begun to form, unspoken, in the back of my mind.

Quietly, I opened the closet and pulled out a warm blanket, draping it over him with care. His breathing remained steady, entirely undisturbed. For a moment, I hesitated, leaning closer until I could feel his warmth. Then, unable to resist, I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. It was impulsive, but it felt so natural—so right—that I didn’t let myself question it. Friends do things like that, don’t they? Convinced of my reasoning, I straightened and returned to my work.

An hour passed, the room bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. He was still asleep, his expression peaceful for once. As dinner approached, I decided to leave the office and grab some food. I made sure to get enough for him too. When I returned, he was awake, now sitting upright, his gaze distant as if still caught in a dream.

“I got you some food,” I said, placing the plates on my desk. “You should eat.”

His eyes flickered away, deliberately avoiding mine.

I stayed there for a moment, watching him, my voice softening. “Are you... feeling better?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he sighed, pushing himself to his feet. Without a word, he walked to the door, his intention to leave clear.

“Michael… wait.”

Before I could think, my fingers grasped the hem of his sweatshirt. He froze. Slowly, he turned to face me, his expression unreadable.

“I have something for you,” I murmured, pulling a small gift from my bag and offering it to him.

For a long moment, he just stood there, staring at the gift, then at me, as though trying to decipher my intentions. Finally, he took it silently. He didn’t say anything as he slipped through the door, leaving me behind.

I sat back in my chair, staring after him. What I didn’t see—what I couldn’t see—were the tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he walked down the empty corridor. The unopened gift rested against his chest, right over his pounding heart.

Whenever he was with you, he felt things he didn’t know how to name—new, foreign emotions that terrified and overwhelmed him. Warmth, comfort, a fragile sense of belonging. They wrapped around him like a gentle embrace, whispering promises he was too scared to believe. He wanted to think he had found a friend, but every time he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t silence the fear.

Fear that you’d leave. Fear of the feelings that consumed him whenever you were near. Fear that all of this was just his imagination, or that he would end up pushing you away, just like he does with everyone, fear that what you had seen disgusted you, or that you’d judge him for it, drowning him with questions as soon as he would come back.

He had spent years crafting his image—confident, untouchable, brilliant on the field. And yet, to the one person he, for the first time started to attach himself to, he was afraid he’d already shattered that illusion. Vulnerability, to him, was a weapon—a blade that could be turned against him at any moment.

As he left, his thoughts spiraled. He wished he could go back, wished he’d pushed you away before it was too late. But now, it was far, far too late. And even he realized.

Did you mean your words ? Were you really proud of him ? Did you change your mind ? Would you change ? Soften ? He didn’t want this. He wanted, you, to never change the way you looked at him with such admiration, to never change the way your cockiness only seemed to fade away to be replaced by an indescribable tenderness that just made no sense to him whenever he was injured, that was so full of love, so distant from judgment, and he thought about it so much this night, he had even forgotten to open the gift you gave him.

Does he hate that ray of sunshine in his dark and cold world or does he want to bathe in it ? Even if it was the second answer he never thought he, out of everyone, deserved it, all the work he had put in just to feel a glimpse of proudness when he looked into the mirror was never enough, so he gave up, he gave up on you. He gave up on following what made him feel good. He always said he strove best in discomfort. But had he really meant it ? Or was it just another excuse ?

hello hello, part3 should be released tomorrow at 8PM UTC+1, I hope you like this part as much as the first one, thank you for reading. <3

[whatevertheweather]

Thank you for the tags today @confused-bi-queer @thewholelemon @artsyunderstudy @monbons!

Look at me posting two WIP days in a row? Wild. I haven't written anything new for fandom, but I have more I can share from the WIP I mentioned last time, and I'll give a little more context too. First though, I deeply enjoyed and for some reason didn't expect people's guesses about the suit. (Closest was EVA/spacesuit, but that's still not the answer, sorry.)

For that little bit of context I mentioned, this is sci-fi/horror. Which you will not pick up on from the snippets I'm sharing, because most of what I've written so far is the most important and thus highly-spoiler-filled stuff, so all I can share are the earlier/lighter moments. Such as this one. Under the cut because whoops it's not six sentences.

Baz had stopped responding to him a while ago, but that was fine. Expected. Simon was more than capable of vengefully holding both sides of the conversation himself if Baz couldn’t bother to contribute. “You know the first thing I’m gonna do with the suspicious amount of money you’re paying me?” Simon asked as he clipped in. “I’m getting a roast beef sandwich. Real, imported roast beef. None of that synthetic shit. I bet—” “Why?” Baz interrupted. He sounded as baffled as his own question left Simon. “What do you mean why?” Simon said, testing his weight against it even though the suit said it was sound. “Because I’ve never had it, and now I can. Real roast beef, Baz, did you hear that part? Real. You had that?” “Of course, but it’s not—it’s not the luxury you’re making it out to be.” “The fuck it's not,” Simon said, pulling himself upright again. “I’d have to commit multiple crimes to get my hands on it, and your rich ass says ‘of course' about having it. Luxury.” “That doesn’t make it the delicacy you’re imagining,” Baz insisted. “It’s not very good.” “Why don't you want me to have dreams? This is how people like you keep people like me underground. I’ll decide whether it was worth it when I climb out of this hole myself, thanks.”

Does that give you a better idea of what's going on? It's at least definitely misleading you to believe there will be more happy-go-lucky banter than they'll have the opportunity for :)

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[uceyliyahh]

NOVACANE

Summary: After dealing with a traumatic event in Desiree's past life she decided to keep her heart closed off and didn't have any desire to love again until she met him.

smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE, PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

word count: 4392

Jey Uso x Desiree

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh. 💁🏽‍♀️

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"I will love you forever mama,"

"You have to trust me I'm not going anywhere,"

"I don't want her only you okay? Only you,"

"I'm not going to leave you baby,"

DESIREE Jey's weekend visit came to an end all too quickly as he had to catch a flight back for Monday Night Raw. I felt a wave of sadness wash over me; I wished he could have stayed just a bit longer. Time flew by, and I couldn't shake the feeling of wanting more moments together. However, I didn't want to come off as clingy, so I decided to keep my feelings to myself and let him go.

I truly cherished our weekend together. Jey treated me like a princess, showering me with affection and attention, much like a little girl receiving her very first doll. I felt the urge to argue that he didn’t have to pamper me so, but he was determined to do it anyway, believing wholeheartedly that I deserve nothing less than the best.

Jey mentioned that he would message me as he approaches his hotel room, and I sincerely hope that no one else will be there by that time. In the meantime, I enjoyed a day off from work today, using my iPad to craft fresh designs for my clients. My boss was really impressed with my tattoo concepts and has asked me to showcase them.

I was thrilled because I have a genuine passion for drawing, especially on people. I eagerly anticipated my first day at the new job, as the strip club had become overwhelming for me ever since Jayden showed up and put me in a chokehold.

I received intimidating messages from him, and to make matters worse, the girls at my workplace were starting to learn about Jey. It really upset me, but I felt reluctant to discuss it.

 As I was using my iPad, a message from Bianca popped up, and I couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia for my best friend. I really miss her at this moment.

IMESSAGE 💬 Binky💗: Heyyy Desiii Desi🫶🏽: Heyyy girly I miss you Binky💗: I miss you too, how are things going right now? Desi🫶🏽: it's going fine Binky💗: how are you and Jey? Desi🫶🏽: girl, please don't start Binky💗: Desiree don't act like I didn't see you all posted up with him on your close friends 😭 Desi🫶🏽: ugh fine 🙄 we are doing good but he left for Monday Night Raw im worried B Binky💗: why? Desi🫶🏽: because anything could happen while we are away from each other Binky💗: oh? You're attached to him aren't you? Desi🫶🏽: no? I'm not Binky💗: Desi? I know you Desi🫶🏽: I'm not attached to him Bianca Binky💗: you're beautiful your denying it just admit that you're in love with him Desi🫶🏽: I'm not!🥲🥲 Binky💗: so this wasn't yall on your close friends? Binky💗:

Desi🫶🏽: I hate you so much yk? But yes I love the man he's so caring and genuine Binky💗: then what's the issue? Desi🫶🏽: we are away from each other and idk what he'll do while we are away ik how busy yall get Binky💗: see what did I say? Jey loves you so much Desi🫶🏽: I doubt that honestly who knows who he's talkin too rn B Binky💗: Desi you gotta stop being In your head about this he loves you Desi🫶🏽: idkkk honestly Binky💗: you need some dick atp girl Desi🫶🏽: 🙄🙄 dick won't help at all Bianca Binky💗: it will Desiree look don't get inside your head that much that will drain you okay? I gotta go I'll check up on you later Desi🫶🏽: kk

 Reflecting on my conversation with Bianca, I realize she might have a point. Perhaps I shouldn't overthink this situation. This man has consistently shown me that his intentions are genuine and that I am his sole focus. Yet, my past experiences with Jayden have made it difficult for me to fully accept that reality.

Sometimes my heart whispers that I love him, but my mind counters with doubts, insisting he doesn't feel the same. This overthinking is exhausting, so I immerse myself in creating designs on my iPad, trying to distract myself from the turmoil within.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

JEY I was in a hotel room with my twin brother and Trinity when I came across a story posted by Desiree on my social media feed. To my surprise, it appeared she was creating something on her iPad. I was truly amazed; I had no idea she had such impressive design skills!

I truly felt her absence after our wonderful weekend together; it flew by in the blink of an eye. Returning to work was tough, and I can't help but wish she could join me on all my adventures. However, I completely understand that she needs to focus on her job to earn her keep, and I respect that immensely.

I received numerous messages from Ke'liyah on Instagram asking when I would return to Tennessee to visit her, but I chose to ignore them, focusing solely on Desiree. As I was scrolling through my social media, I suddenly heard Jon calling my name, which made me stop and pay attention.

"What's up Uce?" I asked placing my phone down on my chest.

"When are we going to meet Desiree? Trin told me she already met her the other day when Desiree came to visit," he said

I chuckle at him, "y'all will see her soon with all of this traveling and her working its goin to be a minute," Jonathan nodded his head.

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and as I glanced at the screen, I noticed it was another message from Ke'Liyah. A deep sigh escaped me, drawing Trinity's gaze.

"You good Jey?"

"Yeah, I'm good it's just this girl I met before Desiree at the strip club is blowing my phone up," I replied.

"What she saying?"

I shared the messages from Ke'Liyah with her, and I could see her expression change as she read them. "That girl is really acting out; it honestly looks like she's jealous of Desiree," she remarked, and I nodded in agreement.

IG MESSAGES 💬 ke'liyah: Jeyyy I miss you uceyjucey: I don't? I have a girlfriend ke'liyah: Desiree? she's not even all of that why would deal with someone like her? uceyjucey: because I can? stop blowing up my phone why don't you start talking to my cousin he single 😒 ke'liyah: but I want you Jey uceyjucey: well I don't again I have a girl at home waiting for me to come home so you can stop messing with me respectfully ke'liyah: mmcht the dick wasn't even that good anyways little dick nigga uceyjucey: 😭😭

This girl really had the audacity to say something like that about me, but honestly, I wasn't bothered—I never liked her much anyway. I had promised Desiree that I would text her as soon as I got to the hotel room, and that's exactly what I did.

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? I made it Desiree🦋: hey that's good Joshua💵: you okay? Desiree🦋: yeah, I'm fine just watching a movie on Netflix hbu? Joshua💵: I'm just chilling right now you should watch Monday night Raw tonight Desiree🦋: just to see you? Joshua💵: exactly mama Desiree🦋: you're funny but I'll make sure to watch it tonight Joshua💵: aight, I miss yo' little cute ass already Desiree🦋: I miss you too big papa Joshua💵: big papa? 🫣 that's new baby Desiree🦋: please 😭 Joshua💵: send me a picture of yo' cute ass need something in my gallery Desiree🦋: we literally took pictures together all weekend Joshua Joshua💵: so? Send me some pictures Desiree🦋: aight hollon boy 🙄 Joshua💵: it's daddy baby doll Desiree🦋: yeah yeah whatever Desiree🦋:

Joshua💵: damn mama you making me want to come right the fuck back home looking like that 😩 Desiree🦋: boy please stop it Joshua💵: I'm fr baby them cheeks hanging out for me 🙂‍↕️ Desiree🦋: then come home Joshua💵: being bold I see? I wish I could mama but I have to be at work you'll see me again love Desiree🦋: ughhh fine 😖 Joshua💵: don't be whining or imma give you something to whine about when I come back home Desiree🦋: what the fuck ever nigga, tell Trin I said Hey Joshua💵: aight then mama I'll check up on you later I love you Desiree🦋: I-I love you too... Joshua💵: don't hesitate to say it mama you know I love you

She is aware of her feelings for me, yet her thoughts are clouding her judgment, making it hard for her to accept that my love for her is genuine. Desiree understands the situation, but I couldn't help but notice Jonathan's constant presence on my phone, which caught me off guard.

"Damn! Fool can't be sneaking up on folks like that," I said while pushing him while he chuckled at me.

"My fault Uce, my fault," Jonathan said.

"Need to get a damn private screen on my phone, yo' ass like to be nosy Trin come get yo' husband," Trinity grabbed Jon by the hair dragging him towards the other bed causing him to whine like a baby.

I chuckled at them two while continuing to scroll through my social media after texting Desiree.

OMNISCIENT Desiree was at work, gracefully dancing on the pole, her focus consumed by the rhythm and the cash being tossed her way. While the money brought her a sense of satisfaction, her thoughts drifted anxiously, wishing to avoid the sight of Jayden and his friends arriving that night. Without Jey by her side, she felt vulnerable and unprotected.

As she gracefully spun around the pole, she effortlessly transitioned into a split, showcasing her remarkable talent. The men watched in awe, clearly impressed by her skills. In admiration, they began to place money into her attire while she playfully blew kisses in their direction.

Desiree did manage to form a few friendships in this environment, yet she consistently maintained a certain distance. She was determined to avoid any potential drama with the other girls, who seemed primarily focused on their own interests, seeking both financial gain and the spotlight from the men around them.

She suddenly noticed a crowd entering, and to her astonishment, it was Jayden. Overwhelmed with uncertainty, she felt his gaze lock onto her as he made his way through the throng, pushing the men aside to reach her directly.

He stepped onto the stage and seized her by the throat, leaving her shocked and taken aback by his sudden aggression.

"Where's that nigga at Desiree?" Jayden questioned her.

"H-he's not here...let me go..." she said holding onto his wrist.

Jayden scoffed while rolling his eyes at her, "that's bullshit Desiree and you know it where is he?!" He shouted.

Desiree felt a surge of fear for her life, haunted by vivid memories from three years prior.

MINI FLASHBACK (domestic violence) Desiree and Jayden found themselves in a heated argument in the car, sparked by a betrayal that Jayden had committed without her knowledge. In a moment of anger, he struck her in the face, warning her that he would flip the car if she didn’t stop talking. Terrified for her life, she fell silent, realizing the danger of being with someone capable of such violence.

"I told yo' delusional ass that me and her didn't fuck around Desiree!" Jayden shouted.

"You're so fucking stupid,"

Desiree remained quiet, her thoughts swirling as she gazed out the window at the setting sun. She longed for an end to the tension that hung between them, hoping that soon, this chapter of their lives would close.

He was infuriated when she remained silent, seizing her chin with a firm grip and locking his gaze onto hers without hesitation. "bitch you better speak or imma fuck yo' ass up when we get home," his threats were scaring her to the bone having tears forming up in her eyes.

"I don't have nothing to say Jayden..." Desiree said.

"Oh? So now you don't have anything to say but a few hours go your ass was yapping up a fucking storm about me messing with ol' girl,"

She remained silent because the truth of her earlier words was undeniable. She had gone through his phone and discovered numerous messages exchanged with various women, yet now she was sitting there, trying to deny everything.

Desiree turned her face from his grasp, her gaze drifting back to the window as a tear rolled down her cheek, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

 "There are moments when I just can't take it anymore, Desiree. Your constant overthinking and assumptions drive me to this point. It's not my fault that I'm currently unfaithful; I've found myself with multiple women, and it's all because of how overwhelming you can be."

Tears streamed down her face as she listened to him confess his infidelity. She knew she needed to walk away, but the thought of leaving him felt impossible; she simply lacked the strength to do so.

The entire car journey was filled with silence; neither of them uttered a word after he admitted to his infidelity. His confession shattered Desiree's heart, yet she allowed her thoughts to overwhelm her.

'See you're not enough for him or nobody,'

'You will never find someone different due to how you think,'

'You will never be enough,'

"No nigga will be able to deal with you, they'll just cheat on you like I did," Jayden said while chuckling.

FLASHBACK OVER

"I literally just told y-you...he's not here!" she managed to gasp out.

Jayden was on the verge of hitting her when suddenly someone yanked him away, leaving Desiree gasping for breath as she sank to her knees. She watched in disbelief as the security guard escorted him and his friends out of the building once more.

"THIS AINT OVER WITH DESIREE! IMMA KILL HIM!" he shouted while the security guards were escorting him out the building.

Desiree had never experienced embarrassment until that moment. As she sprinted toward the locker room, seeking refuge from the world outside, her body trembled uncontrollably, and her breath came in ragged gasps. Memories of the turmoil Jayden had caused her over their three years together flooded her mind, intensifying her feelings of distress.

Desiree reached a breaking point after enduring countless threats of violence—beatings, shootings, stabbings—each one weighing heavily on her mind. The fear and anxiety became unbearable, compelling her to seek a restraining order against him. With Jey often away for work, she felt isolated and without support, leaving her to confront this terrifying situation on her own. It was time to take a stand and reclaim her safety.

Amidst her tears, she resolved to pull herself together and focus on her work, driven by the desire to cap off the evening by watching her man wrestle tonight.

Desiree freshened up her face, carefully fixing her makeup that had smudged, and confidently returned to the pole, acting as if nothing had occurred.

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ Desiree arrived home just in time to catch Jey on Monday Night Raw. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag onto the couch as she made her way to the kitchen to prepare a quick meal.

She whipped up a quick mini Chicken Caesar Salad and grabbed a bottle of water as she made her way to the living room to catch Monday Night Raw. Settling into the couch, she tuned in to Michael Cole and Pat discussing the latest happenings on the show.

Recently, there was a recap of the latest events on Raw, highlighting the intriguing love story unfolding between Jey and Liv, which also involves Dom. This unexpected twist took Desiree by surprise for a moment.

Following the recap, Liv and Jey engaged in a conversation backstage about Dom. Desiree observed Jey's familiar gestures as he interacted with Liv, his hands exploring her in a way that mirrored their own moments together. This sight ignited a whirlwind of thoughts in her mind, leaving her feeling both intrigued and unsettled.

'You see that Desiree?'

'Remember what Jayden told you in the past,'

'And look it's happening,'

Desiree found herself trapped in her thoughts, a place she wished to avoid. The idea of her man being with another woman filled her with a deep sense of trauma. She couldn't tell if it was just a plot twist or something more personal, but the discomfort was overwhelming. It reached a point where she simply didn't want to continue watching.

She dismissed it as usual, her attention fixed on the unfolding match. As the game progressed, her thoughts began to drift in every direction.

Overthinking

Overthinking

Constantly Overthinking

She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy after witnessing his chemistry with Liv Morgan. The way he gazed at her, his lips glistening as he licked them while she spoke, made her question her own worth. Liv's beauty seemed to overshadow her, leaving her lost in a spiral of self-doubt.

MINI FLASHBACK 2 (domestic violence)

"Am I not enough for you Jayden? I have given you everything," Desiree said while folding her arms over her chest.

Jayden shrugged his shoulders at her before speaking, "I don't know Desiree, you tell me honestly," he said while smoking a blunt.

 His casual attitude towards everything was completely unsettling for her. She realized that discussing it with him would be pointless. Frustrated, Desiree raised her hands in exasperation and made her way upstairs to their bedroom to pack some clothes.

Desiree reached her breaking point after three years of feeling undervalued in their relationship. It was exhausting to watch him act as if she were insignificant, all while he was sneaking around, taking advantage of her tendency to overthink. She deserved so much more than this lack of respect and consideration.

Three years wasted down the fucking drain.

She packed a few essentials and made the decision to call an Uber to a hotel located far from his place, eager to escape his presence for good. As she descended the stairs with her bag slung over her shoulder, she caught his eye while slipping on her shoes, signaling her determination to leave.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Jayden questioned her.

"I need a break from all of this Jayden,  to think things over," she said while waiting on her Uber driver to come.

He rose from his chair with a heavy stomp, making his way toward her. In a swift motion, he yanked her hair, causing her to yelp in surprise. As Desiree met his gaze, she could see the intense fire burning in his eyes, drawing her closer to his face.

"If you thinking about leaving me I'll kill yo' ass you hear me?" His threats were sending shivers down her spine while she nodded her head.

"I'll let you have yo' alone time but you better be back," Jayden pulls away making Desiree stumble a bit while she rubbed her hair while looking at him with fear in her eyes.

'I need to fucking leave before he tries to kill me, why god did I have to go through this?' Thats all she could think about at the moment seeing her Uber driver pulling up to the place.

She cast one final glance at him before stepping out, only to find him engrossed in his phone, smiling at something that had never brought a smile to his face for her. With a heavy sigh, she walked out and firmly closed the door behind her.

Desiree stepped into the Uber, exchanging a friendly greeting with the driver. Her gaze then locked onto Jayden, who stood by the window in their house, observing her intently as if she were a captivating target.

'She fucking hated his guts,'

FLASHBACK OVER

Desiree jolted back to reality, realizing she had been lost in her thoughts for too long. She quickly checked her social media to catch up on the latest happenings. Her heart raced when she spotted a story from Liv Morgan, showcasing a picture of her getting cozy with Jey. The sight sent a rush of emotions through her.

She attempted to convince herself that it might all be a performance, merely a part of the spectacle, yet deep down, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling that relocating to Atlanta with him was a mistake.

Desiree made the choice to switch off the TV, no longer interested in watching Monday Night Raw. As she tossed her food in the trash, she headed upstairs to her room.

She collapsed onto the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. How could she have been so naive to believe that someone like Jey could ever love someone like her? This thought consumed her as she cried, her breath growing increasingly shallow.

She was mentally fucked up

Hurt

Damaged

She could sense that Jey was growing weary of her constant overthinking and assumptions, just as Jayden had before. It felt like a painful cycle repeating itself. Perhaps she wasn't the right match for Jey after all—feeling shattered and mentally exhausted.

Desiree chose to take a brief shower, hoping that the refreshing water would wash away her worries and bring her some much-needed tranquility.

Desiree enjoyed a refreshing, lengthy shower and chose to activate the do not disturb mode on her phone. She wanted to immerse herself in her own world without interruptions. With her wireless headphones in hand, she placed them comfortably on her head and started playing her favorite music.

As she scrolled through her playlist, she hit play on Drake's "Find Your Love." The heartfelt lyrics filled the room, and as she absorbed the music, she glanced at her notifications. To her surprise, Jey had sent her a message, likely puzzled by her Do Not Disturb status.

Joshua💵 sent a message

IMESSAGE 💬 Joshua💵: mamas? you good? why is your phone on DND?

Desiree was uncertain about discussing the issue with him, fearing it might upset him. To avoid confrontation, she chose to fabricate a story, hoping he wouldn't catch on to her deception.

Desiree🦋: I'm okay Joshua just had a long day today that's all Joshua💵: you sure? Desiree🦋: positive Joshua💵: un-un I'm not buying it what's wrong? Desiree🦋: Joshua.... Joshua💵: nah I'm not listening to that whining what's wrong Desiree? Desiree🦋: you'll just leave me and get tired eventually...😔 Joshua💵: huh? where is this all coming from? Desiree🦋: I seen you with her Joshua💵: Liv? Baby that's just for the show it's not real Desiree🦋: then what about what she had posted on her social media? Joshua💵: I didn't know that she was going to post that I promise you it's not real mama Desiree🦋: your positive u didn't know? Joshua💵: yes mama why would I lie? Desiree🦋: men lie all the time Josh Joshua💵: like I told you I'm not him or any other man who does stupid shit like that Joshua💵: I want you to believe me baby Desiree🦋: I'm sorry a lot has been happening today...had a horrible day at work tonight and then I saw the interaction between you and her and the way you was looking at her licking your lips staring into her eyes made me feel like you wanted her instead of me...😔 Joshua💵: I don't want her baby girl, I want you and only you you have been on my mind all day today Desiree🦋: really? Joshua💵: yes, what happened at work? Desiree🦋: Jayden came back looking for you and he was being aggressive with me Joshua💵: that bitch ass boy? bet its on sight when I come back home but mama you have to trust me okay? I told you I'm serious about you and us Desiree🦋: and I told you in the beginning that you'll get tired of me with me being in my head a lot Joshua💵: and I told you that I didn't care about none of that Desiree imma love tf outta you the way you needed to be

The message he sent resonated deeply; he was genuinely serious about everything. Why did she constantly overthink when a man like him was openly expressing his love for her?

Joshua💵: I'm yours Desiree nobody isn't goin to take me away from you Desiree🦋: okay I'm sorry... Joshua💵: it's okay mamas you don't need to apologize you know I love you Desiree🦋: I do too...really do... Joshua💵: yeah? You'll see me when I come back home baby doll aight? Desiree🦋: aight Joshua💵: imma let you get some rest baby I'll text you in the morning Desiree🦋: kk Joshua💵: I love you Desiree🦋: I love you too

Desiree, after an insightful discussion with Jey, realized it was time to retire for the night. She couldn't help but wish that Jey were there beside her, wrapped in a warm embrace, providing her with the comfort and security she craved.

She quickly entered his bedroom, which appeared far cozier than her own. As she stepped into his spacious closet, she grabbed one of his hoodies and slipped it on. Then, she settled into his bed, feeling completely at ease.

She started sharing posts exclusively with her close friends on Instagram because she had a small circle and wanted to keep her personal life private from prying eyes.

uceyjucey replied to your story: I miss you too baby I'll see if I can make time to come home to see you my people wanna meet you

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: GIRL YALL LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER OVER HERE SAYING U DONT LOVE THAT MAN WHEN YOU DO 😭😭

y2kjayden replied to your story: Your man? I don't know how he could deal with a person like you so insecure and in your head a lot

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: Don't worry sis you'll see him fasho

ke'liyah replied to your story: you mean my man?

Desiree chose to overlook the remarks from Jayden and Ke'Liyah about her story, instead focusing on Jey's response. She held onto the hope that he would find the time to visit her once more. 

She set her phone on the charger atop the dresser beside her, then nestled under the blankets. The familiar scent of him lingered in the hoodie she wore and the sheets enveloping her, providing a deep sense of comfort.

As her eyelids grew heavy, she felt herself slipping into slumber, yearning for the moment when she would finally see him again.

NOVACANE

A/n: I was expecting you all to like this story honestly I was kinda of nervous fr but honestly I think Desiree really does love Jey fr and he wants to give her the world despite all the bullshit she has been through.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY.

[spade-club]

Ugh. She literally. Is upset that I dont always like her. Like she hasn't. Given me. Two different kinds of trauma. Across many instances. And has not changed that behavior significantly.

Like. I told her not to drink. Because she gets even worse with boundaries when she drinks. And she responded with. Saying its weird that I dont like her. Like. I havent just. Told you. Why.

And I respond with saying. That its not like I dont like her. Its just that I dont want her to drink around me. Thats all.

She also has told me. To my face. That she hates me <3 so

[varjopeura]

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[parakeetpark]

Uh oh. Essay in readmore time

What's so frustrating is that for almost all of my life I didn't know I had adhd, and only found it out 5ish years ago

During ALL of my studies i was intensely freaked out and even when i got a grip on some of my mental health shit at uni, importantly I was still unaware of the adhd. And only had some professional tell me about their suspicion about it AFTER I could have received any support in my schooling.

And I have been working damn hard over the last half a decade to learn about myself and the way I work, and be kind to myself and open minded, and learnt from many many different people with adhd how they function - especially through advice on here bc much of Google is shit, and learnt what does and doesn't work for my personally.

I slowly unravelled and found myself. To a point where I'm actually functional and content in myself.

So now i find myself in the most intense, stressful period of my life since then. Grieving and finally understanding what people meant when they spoke about grieving a very close loved one. How nothing feels real even.

And I've found myself so extremely wired from having to do a very vast array of tasks all crammed into a short space of time with a close deadline - exactly the same conditions as during my studies.......... where nothing ever helped.

Yet. In the last thirty minutes I've unwound because I instinctively KNEW what to do. I found myself following all the things i taught myself about my adhd, and now I'm like 70% more chill???? Huh?????? Noticed suddenly that I've been using my ADHD self knowledge for the past few weeks and coped remarkably well because of it.

It's shocking because imagine what i could have done if I had ANY help with my adhd EVER in my life from the adults who were supposed to notice in my entire childhood. Like HUHHHHHH, I am shocked. Imagine how I'm here as an adult using 5 years of learning adhd related advice and stuff I learnt through self awareness .... and feeling better.

SHOCKING!!!!

PS - long ass tags that immediately ramble away from my initial post and go into something positive and that made me feel fluffy inside. You've been warned

[fingertipsmp3]

Ughhhhhhh I hate writing and I hate not writing and I hate myself

[dancing-with-stars]

guys. guys !!!!

[ofmd-alsaurus]

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[todayisafridaynight]

confession: sometimes I come to look at your art as references because you have noted details like moles + looking at what colors u put down in my quest to find what something looks like under neutral lighting I know the shit here has been thoroughly researched

i will be normal upon learning this news.

[pepprs]

ok actually yeah. i really need to do dishes and go to bed and not stay up late mentalillnessposting a little too viscerally on tumblr the night before i facilitate a workshop in front of the literal president of the university and the vp of my division (LOL about that btw. actively shitting my pants.) but oh my GOD. so saying goodbye to lia was actually fine in the moment. neither of us cried and we talked about all the ways we’ll still be in each others lives and reasons we’ll have to interact in the near future. and she gave me an extremely heartfelt thoughtful gift and we left on a very hopeful note and i felt better and content bc there’s still the rest-of-life and we’ll see each other there. but like an hour before that as i mentioned i was HYSTERICALLY sobbing. in full view of people i know AND people i don’t. and i just sat there and sobbed while everything carried on around me. everything carried on around me!!! and i feel like im about to sob again thinking about it.

[orcelito]

There are more trigun fanfics than there were back in April

This is creating a problem for me

[cryptic-rainfall]

I took today off from work to get some major things done around the house, but to due circumstance + some stupid decisions on my part, I did half of one of the many things I needed to do today. I am so screwed.

[hellokittyish]

continuation of this.

★ thinking about choso who, despite having only recently lost his virginity to you, easily has the highest sex drive out of any of your previous partners.

he's practically always raring to go, no matter where you are, what time it is, or who you're surrounded by — it all blends into nothing more than mere background noise, the only coherent thought left in his mind being that he needs to have you.

he doesn't know exactly what happened... but ever since his first time with you, it's like a switch he never even knew was there has flipped, leaving him physically unable of going even a few hours without feeling your sweet warmth wrapped around him.

and he'll be all desperate and whiny about it to begin with, pale cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and clammy hands fiddling restlessly with the sleeves of his shirt as he timidly asks if the two of you can go someplace more private.

but the moment you're behind closed doors, it's just like that night all over again, with choso swiftly pinning you to the nearest wall and unforgivingly jackhammering the entire length of his cock up into you over and over again, all the while grunting incoherent words against the shell of your ear.

and if you do manage to make out any of his slurred speech, it'll usually be along the lines of "couldn't help myself, you just looked s'good today." or "i-i think you've ruined me... all i can t-think about anymore is being inside this tight, perfect little pussy. 's not fair."

it's almost like having two entirely different boyfriends; the usual shy, quiet version of him that hides behind you during conversations with strangers — and the rough, overly vocal version of him that only rears its not-so-ugly head while he's fucking you.

not that you'll ever be caught complaining. because after all, it's like having the best of both worlds.