#and i got so excited! it wasnt even that rusty!

[ourlordapollo]

Another day, another mf Corona Extra bottlecap for my collection

[clowndotgay]

this is a silly lil request and i dont know how possible it is but i think buck reading homestuck would be really funny

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii. i really like homestuck. i wasnt even planning on doing any more 3d work today but then i saw this and. this is probably gonna be the ask i respond to fastest. thank you for asking for this. okay so i got excited enough about this ask that i forgot that "reading homestuck" is like, a regular physical thing you can do, and that "reading" doesn't just mean "reading a book", but i made him read a book anyways, so. i finally have a good excuse to post my manager classpects. manager classpects under the cut.

im kinda rusty on my classpecting but i have reasons for most of these. feel free to ask if you are curious (some of them are jokes, i hope the joke ones are obvious) also, buck is on act 5 and his favourite character is dave partially because of the stocks scene thing he does with the crocodiles and partially cause he's. y'know. named Dave

[shhh-no-ones-home]

superheroes bucky barnes x reader

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i had some music inspiration for this one and needed to get it out of my brain. so hopefully anyone still around likes this angsty bit. its not my greatest but im more than a little rusty lol

enjoy

Song: I go crazy by orla gartland

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"Okay so do you guys wanna do another movie next week?"

Hannah said, I pulled the door open and let her walk in to the diner.

"Is something new coming out that I didn't know of?"

Katie responded, stepping past me after her.

"I think she means she just wants to get out of the house kate."

"Oh, okay."

They both turned towards the order screen and started choosing their dinners.

"Look y/n it's not that I wanna get out of the house. It's that I really don't wanna hang out with my mother all day every day. I already do that... And I miss girl time."

I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the screen to add my order.

"So our plan for every week now is gonna be movie, dinner here, we don't talk for 6 days, then repeat?"

Katie laughed.

"Guess so."

I paid and took the receipt.

"We could switch things up if that doesn't sound fun."

Hannah said, grabbing a cup out of the dispenser.

"Yeah brunch and the mall instead."

Katie quipped back, filling her own cup.

"Spending more money."

I responded, looking disapprovingly at both of them.

"We could do something free."

Hannah said, turning to find a booth to sit in.

"I don't think your idea of free is the same as ours han."

"okay then you think of something genius."

i rolled my eyes as i slid into the booth opposite her.

"i dont know, pool and getting hot guys to buy us drinks? thats free."

kate raised her brows as her attention drew to the door.

"hot guys like him."

she said quietly and hannah nodded, her mouth slightly open. i turned slowly to look at him. my mouth immediately went dry as i faced forward.

"you should go ask him out."

hannah nudged kate and i held my breath.

"youre not his type."

i said a little irritated, taking a sip of my drink.

"alright ill ask if he'll go out with you instead."

she said, standing and walking to him. i couldnt comprehend what was happening fast enough. and before i knew it she was standing next to him as he ordered. god this was going to be interesting. i hadnt seen or talked to bucky in a few months and now one of my best friends was asking him on a date for me. not that i had a choice in the matter but still. he looked over at me and i gave him a tight-lipped smile. god i wasnt going to hear the end of this if he decided to even talk to me. they seemed to chat for only a moment before kate came back to the table with a wide grin on her face.

 "so?"

hannah asked.

"well he said he was flattered, and he thinks youre very pretty."

"but?"

"but nothing."

i drew my brows, mirroring hannah.

"theres always a but. ...but hes taken ...but hes not into girls ...but he just got out of rehab and needs to get his shit together."

i snorted. no he had his shit together. more or less. and he was definitely single. 

"nope thats all he said. i think you should go talk to him."

she nodded towards be suggestively. i sighed and stood up from the booth. both girls giggle to each other.

"dont get so excited im going to go appologize."

"lame."

Kate mumbled under her breath as i started across the diner to where he was sitting; a table close to the entrance.

"if i didnt know better id say you were following me."

i said and he smiled up at me.

"mind if i sit?"

"please do."

he said and i took the seat across from him.

"your friend is a real charmer."

he said, trying to hide a laugh.

"yeah shes a real hoot."

i said annoyed.

"so, you think im cute?"

he asked jokingly and i smiled.

"definitely not."

i said sarcastically and he laughed.

"that scar on your right shoulder would say otherwise."

he said winking at me and i sent him a knowing look.

"its nice to see you too buck."

"you wanna tell em or should i?"

he asked, nodding their way. i snorted.

"if you want a chance to get laid tonight then neither."

he raised a brow and smirked at me.

"see you then."

i nodded before standing up and walking back to our table.

"well he seemed into you. did you get his number?"

hannah asked, dipping her fries in ketchup before shoving them in her mouth.

"i did not."

they both acted deflated.

"youre so boring."

kate said, sliding her milkshake closer to her.

"he was  very glad i went over there. made sure you didnt really make a fool of yourself."

she rolled her eyes at me.

"of course i didnt. he's hot and you need a man."

i picked up a fry.

"i dont need anyone."

i said before tossing it into my mouth.

"yeah, keep telling yourself that."

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when i was finally home i sighed and and sank into the couch. i loved my girls nights but they were always tiring by the time we were done. and i was so tired i was thinking about just sleeping right there in my jeans. i didnt wanna move much less get ready for bed. going to the bar after the diner was not a good idea even though i wasnt the one drinking. 

"you look beat."

i heard a soft voice from the kitchen, turning slightly to see bucky leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest.

"if you knew where i was tonight you would know why."

he snickered to himself.

"i did and i do. those are some partiers you hang around with."

i snorted.

"only occasionally."

he pushed off the door and walked further into the living room.

"so i take it i should leave?"

i shrugged against the couch, my shirt pulling up and exposing part of my tummy.

"not unless you dont mind doing all the work."

he sent me a look.

"wouldnt be the first time, you know what i do for work."

i smiled at him and sat up properly.

"would it be too much to just cuddle right here?"

he smiled back and walked slowly to me.

"i will gladly."

he pulled his jacket off and tossed it to the chair beside the couch before sitting down. i scooted to him and he wrapped me in a tight hug against his body. he smelled just the way i remember, dark and earthy. it was comforting.

"i miss you bucky."

i mumbled into his chest, closing my eyes as i breathed deeply.

"i know. i do too."

i pulled away slightly and looked up at him.

"you could stay this time. you dont have to run away. you dont have to be somewhere to save somebody. you could just stay here with me and we could have a life together."

i was hopeful but i knew better.

"its fun while it lasts but you know im not made for this anymore. the home, the spouse, the charmed life."

i sighed and buried my face into his chest.

"but you could be. you can be whatever you want. you could be mine."

his breathing hitched and he pulled away. he looked between my eyes with a sad look behind his own.

"i love you."

"but?"

i asked sadly.

"it would kill me if you got hurt again... because of me."

i shook my head slowly.

"im retired from that life. and maybe you should consider it too."

then i heard a beeping from his phone that was all too familiar. the world needed him. and i couldnt deprive them of that. he helped people. thats just who he was.

"you know-"

"you cant. i know. but if you ever want to try again you know where to find me."

he looked at me like a beaten dog, and i slowly let him go.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too buck, go save the world."

[nerves-nebula]

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture. Like you don't have to answer if you don't want to, it's just I was curious since I'm also Nigerian but I've never really left this godforsaken country(I say this both affectionately and with burning hostility)

Like did your dad ever like make an attempt to teach you your language or was he like my grandpa and just refuse to teach it to his kids😭

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave? (I dare you to say jollof rice🌚) mine is banga soup and white rice or ofada stew and white rice

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

And I totally agree about the beating being normalized in poc households😭. Your blog really helped me realize that my mom was kind of abusive (and I'm still kind of in denial about it) because over here it's so horrifying how normalized it is to beat your kids until they've turned black and blue.

I was talking to classmates and we were bonding over the fact our parents used to beat us with like wires, sticks, belts and stuff and how they overdid it alot of the time and made us scared shitless and one of them was literally telling me how she fell a glass cup and broke it and got some glass in her foot and she couldn't even tell her parents because she was too scared to get flogged so the babe performed surgery on her self with a DIRTY RUSTY razor at 10 yrs old💀.

And let me tell this convo wasn't even heavy, we were all laughing and joking about it and shit.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves??? And when I said why beat your children like they're animals instead of treating them like little humans with developing minds that make mistakes and grow and these fools laughed at me and looked at me confused like I was speaking French to them😭 and I'm screaming jesus what a life😭😭😭😭

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy😭😭😭😭

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem😭😭😭😭😭😭

Sorry if this is overwhelming, I just got really excited at the word Nigeria lol. I hate this stupid country and its stupid ppl so much but yet sometimes I'm filled with such overwhelming love for it and its stupid inhabitants. I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

Sorry again for the rant😭😭😭😭

I just saw from a post that you mentioned that your dad was Nigerian and I was just curious how you feel about being like Nigerian and if you actually feel like you're connected to the culture.

ive never left America, so no. im sorry, i wish i was more connected to it a lot of the time but it just feels too late for that to me.

he never taught me his language either (Tiv) though he did speak it when he was around the house. but he wasnt around a lot. when i asked him why he didnt try to teach us he just shrugged like it wasn't a priority. he started staying in nigeria for most of the year only coming back for a few months every now and then so i probably wouldnt have picked it up even if he HAD tried.

I've never even called myself Nigerian, not because I don't want to be but because of the embarrassment of having to explain that yeah im Nigerian but... not really Nigerian. I wouldn't want to disappoint any REAL Nigerians by basically being raised as a white American kid and knowing nothing about Nigeria.

And if you've ever had Nigerian food what's your fave?

i've only ever had pounded yam and okra i think, it wasnt bad but it also apparently wasnt made properly. my mom would make it and my dad would be like "this isnt even real pounded yam what the hell is this" and then nothing would change the next time around haha. so i dont think i can say ive ever eaten Nigerian food, sorry. my oldest sister has tho, when she went to visit him. i hate spices though, they hurt too much, so i doubt I'd enjoy it. which i feel kinda bad about. but ive got a lot of issues about food, and being forced to eat food, so. yeah.

Do you speak pigeon? Because if you do I'll definitely be speaking it to you in the anons from now on lol

GOD I wish. i wish he'd taught us literally fucking anything.

now that most of us are adult-aged he's been asking us to come visit him in nigeria. he's clearly very lonely, but i dont want to be alone with him in a country where he controls everything about where i stay and what i do and what i eat (he doesnt understand my eating restrictions and it would be hellish to starve because of that)

two of my sisters have gone to visit him and it sounds like it was fucking AWFUL tbh. i'd go with them but not with him.

Then I asked them if they would ever beat their kids and these niggas said YESSS they were like if they never got beaten half to death as literal children they would have grown up to be bad ppl and I was floored like do you hear yourselves???

yeah this mindset is wild to me, cause if a kid is too young to understand why what they did is wrong then why are you beating them?? that wont help they literally don't understand?? and if they AREN'T too young to understand then explain it to them! People who beat their kids are just admitting they dont know how to solve problems or vent frustration without violence. And if they had control over the people around them, they would USE violence to force them to comply, but since they only have control over their kids they can only beat their kids.

Only divine intervention can save Nigerians from this awful cycle of abuse(I'm not religious in any way). These goats need therapy

my dad is the only Nigerian i really know, but from what I know about him this is very true. he's insanely traumatized from like, civil war stuff and his own shitty upbringing. but he doesn't really believe in mental health stuff so good luck telling him that!

And have you heard the bs the government is pulling out of their asses over here with the money problem

im not very caught up on the political situation over there, but from what my dads told me its not good. my dad is mostly interested in the education system though, its like his life's work and all he's ever wanted to was to be put in charge of it and get kids educated so they have opportunities like he did or something. idk. he thinks education is the key to making Nigeria better and i dont exactly disagree with his life mission but hey, I don't live there. what do i know.

he apparently helped get the current president elected in hopes that he'd be good, but it doesnt appear things are going well. Every time he'd come home when I was younger though, that was the main thing he talked about. Getting his guy elected.

he texted me a bit ago to say he'd met with the president multiple times and was feeling stressed out, but i dont wanna say more unless you end up tracking me or something haha. fun fact tho, he's apparently been almost assassinated at least twice. like maybe he's just super paranoid, but he KNOWS someone hired a guy to assassinate him at least once because that guy was his friend and came up to him one day like "yo watch out someone's trying to kill you lol" or something.

idk he told me that story when i was younger so maybe i have the details wrong.

I'm the anon that went to that skating event and met a ton of queer ppl who respected my pronouns and stuff so these ppl are the only reason why I have hope for my dum dum country with it dum dum politicians

ohh i remember you! what a coincidence haha.

[emmacreatures]

A SUDDEN CHANGE IN HISTORY (RACING SONA INTRODUCTION)

Hi guys!! little silent but I'm SO excited! Me and my fave person @niku30 decided to watch Gran Turismo in London as a sudden movie to watch. I personally am the biggest car freak so I was so excited to go and see it together. Its even a game I used to play on the PSP as it was my first game on the console and adored it since. Not realizing they made such a stunning movie! It inspired me to write a new OC that I'm extremely excited about to show. PLEASE NOTE, I'M SO RUSTY WITH WRITING BUT I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET TO THIS!!! I'll post more soon but I'm so insanely inspired! I cannot wait to write for Niku's OC too once that sets sail! Thank you guys for reading!

It was another big day in the racing world. Mccoy was close to becoming a challenger for the so called 'head' or 'leader' of the racing world, standing number one after a big event that everyone knows about. "I'm going to kick his ass, everyone's. They dont know whats coming for them." Vernon said as he was all over himself. "You got this. Previous races you've been close, but you need to win this in order to be chosen to get in the higher rac-" Vernon's trainer said, noticing an immediate displeased look from Vernon. "You dont think I know that? I've been FIGHTING FOR THIS, Dont look at me as if I'm stupid-" "NO of course not Mccoy- I'm aware that you're aware". A whole group was all around Vernon as he really thought he was ontop of this world. Sure, its good to be confident in this type of work.. But Vernon was a spoiled bastard and known to receive constant compliments.. Having had the luck of his father being in the same business, so rolling into it made it quite easier having a known family member in the game..

While in the shadows, a slighty younger man watched the whole finesse take place, passing him without even seeing him. With crossed arms he kept his distance while the energies everywhere were immense. It was a weird world. Within a glimse of an eye, accidents could happen. You could become rich.. You could be known by the world for a skill. Sometimes luck was in the game, more than might want to admit. But while all those dangers were there and risks to take, the itch to drive.. was beyond irresistible. No one knew him like they knew Vernon. But his mother, his mother knew he was well raised enough to be a racer like Vernon was.. It was just a complicated world to begin with. Everyone hated you, no one was supportive until the dollar signs popped up.. and of course, a whole setup required alot of connections. Cayden on that hand, wasnt so lucky like vernon was. The only reason Cayden was along Vernon's group, was because of his mom's connections..

Cayden's world had always something to do with the drivers.. the races, but he never got the support he possibly needed in order to get into the big game. But that didnt stop him at all to try and get close to it. When Cayden wasn't born yet, his mom got in contact with one of the most known racers back in the day, not even having a clue on what that world was like, but the two just clicked and the rest was history.. Eventually having Cayden being brought into the world, the parents noticed Cayden's interest towards that world rather fast. Though in early stages of his growth, the relationship didnt stand for long after that as much as they tried, leaving Cayden and his mom on their own. Luckily, the father left behind some of his stuff as support, having noticed Cayden had a gift.. When it came to things in that direction. A daredevil.. Someone who wouldnt stand back for a second. He'd drive down on bicycles. Fall down hard but stand up like it was nothing, and make it more extreme along the way to challenge himself to get better.. See how far he could go. Rather fast, he'd pick up on how to handle anything in the direction of cars, how to push them. Go as far as it could go before it would be beyond repair. Find the limits, and cross them. Once Cayden arrived in his teenage era, he would go in the nights, working on a car that was far more powerful than it seemed, and drive along long highways he knew were pretty much empty at those hours. His mom figured out eventually, and sometimes worried, but deep inside she knew, he had it in him. There was something that no matter what you'd do, he'd find a way. So why should she try and stop him..

Over the time, when Cayden finally grew older, the two stayed around in the racing world due to connections, and his mom got in contact with another racer, that eventually turned more serious. Cayden was hesitant, liking to just be together with just his mom, but he too wished happiness for her, as the first break up hurt her quite alot.. Cayden however didnt realize that this new boyfriend of his mom turned out to be the head racer of the known mccoy family, Carlo, who has a son.. Vernon. Lets say that.. As Vernon and Cayden became brothers due to their parents becoming a serious couple and got married, the brothers on the other hand did not match at all. Cayden himself was someone who would never turn back from the biggest challenge and was a rough and real man (that was, what he thought of himself comparing to vernon).. While Vernon was a spoiled brat, who rolled into the world with luck of his family and bought his way into it. Cayden wanted so desperately to have a chance to race himself, and as he had moved in along the more luxurious life of Vernon and his dad after the family offered cayden and his mom a safe place to stay that was very much safe.. Cayden did misbehave at times. The mccoy family had a complete training circuit in the back of their garden, where every equipment possible was there. Cayden would sometimes sneak in there to either upgrade his own car, or take some of the cars they had to drive in the middle of the night, test his skills. While the father wasnt too approving of the rather reckless behavior, Vernon especially got beef with Cayden because of it. His mom managed to soften the rather strong reactions from the mccoy family, excusing him on behalf of her.. But as much as Carlo loved her, he did have troubles with the reckless behavior, despite he may or may not had a gift for driving. They tried to keep it rather low on the radar, but Vernon wanted to grab any moment to bring it up or bring Cayden especially down, making their connection rather difficult.

Cayden and his mom went along every race for the last few seasons. They did make sure not to put Vernon and Cayden in the same hotel rooms, as the spoiled brat would throw a complete tantrum if they did. It was hard to get used to, but seeing his mom so happy.. Made up for going through all the trouble. But his own tendencies of wanting to do things that werent allowed never slowed down. He was the worst daredevil.. and he hasnt gotten his chance yet to show his true potential but he wanted to, and would eventually. He wanted to kick Vernon's ass for continously slowing him down or make sure he got belitted. 'Behave okay, for me?' his mom said before the next race they were heading to.. Having promised to behave this once, as he stayed in the shadows and didnt interfere, which was a first this time, but man.. How badly he wanted to make that spoiled little shit trip.

"I'll be upstairs.. You're sure you want to stay here?" Cayden's mom, alissa, asked as Cayden nodded. "Yeah.. I dont like to be among carlo's group." "Thats okay, I know its still a journey for you, but i'm thankful you come along, just, come up whenever, you have the badge right?" alissa said as she pointed at the vip card she was wearing herself. Cayden just nodded, as she softly rubbed over his shoulder before leaving. Cayden just watched Vernon get ready for the race, as luckily some of Vernon's pitstop.. actually did like Cayden. They sometimes were tired of Vernon's behavior as much as Cayden was.. "Seems you guys are good on schedule. Hows the baby doing?" Cayden said as he smirked, making Trent, one of the pitstop guys, laugh. "So far he got his bottle. Seems to shut up when you just keep nodding, everything is ready though" "I know that feel." Cayden said as he looked at trent. Seeing he excused himself to get Vernon to the starting line. But that was just the beginning of today.

After that, the race started, starting pretty fine.. Cayden was just watching along the pitcrew, eventually noticing a rather annoying racer, tailgate Vernon, making him dunk firmly on the side against concrete as Vernon started cursing. But Vernon wasnt alone, right behind him, more collissions started to occur, giving a blockage. "VERNON. You're close to the pitstop, does the car still work-" "IS THAT YOUR BIGGEST CONCERN RIGHT NOW?! I MIGHT'VE BROKEN A GODDAMN BONE-" "Listen to me. People are catching up on you. you need to quickly drive here if it works or else we'll end up in-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP" Vernon said as Trent took out his earbuds as he glared.. Cayden noticed the tense behavior from all of them.. Looking at the screens as they notice the car finally did move towards them. After some minutes, Vernon managed to get the car to the pitstop, whining like a little child as he slammed on the inside of his door to get someone to open it. Due to his rather heavily response of having something broken, the whole team expected him to be in agonizing pain, as he did hold his arm, but now the biggest stress started to pile up. Was he still able to drive.. or would they loose their title. "We cant- OUCH. GENTLE- I think I BROKE MY ARM" Vernon yelled, glaring at all the help he was about to receive.. Trent however, became more serious. "Check him quick. We're falling behind from place 5th to 12th already. There's still a security car upfront.. But once thats gone we will loose any chance on restoring this mistake. Werent you so keen on bringing the title home for your dad?" Trent said as Vernon glared while telling the crew to make sure the car got its tires, got the fuel and got checked if it was safe to drive, which it did. "You're calling me a liar.. I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING. The other one should be SUED, get my laywer immediately" Vernon said with his big mouth, making Trent glare, but Cayden... Oh he was becoming furious. His reckless behavior was about to snap. "We either take this on, and you get back in that goddamn car, or it'll be over. Sueing them or whatever you want to do has to be done afterwards. Now, we NEED to get this car on the road" Trent said angry.. Making Cayden eventually step in. "you're so scared of loosing your name? Why arent you sitting back and take it like an ACTUAL man. You have no broken bone. You wouldnt be able to move it" Cayden said as Vernon was on terror mode at this rate. "you have NO right to talk to me. You're no MCCOY. You're nothing but a fucking parasite. You better stay back or i'll make sure my dad kicks you out for GOOD" Vernon said as he still held his other arm, but one of the nurses did agree it shouldnt be broken.. Maybe a big bruise at most.

The way Cayden heard Vernon speak, was his final straw.. He couldnt goddamn care what he was going to do. He knew Carlo found this competition very important.. But he wanted to prove them wrong on the view they had on himself. Without much of a hesitation, he ran into Vernon's studio, grabbed one of the suits that didnt have the damn logo of the mccoys on there out of pure spite, putted it on with godspeed, grabbed the helmet and decided to walk up to the car and jumped into it without anyone stopping him. It almost seemed now for the news that Vernon had gotten himself back into the game, but as Trent noticed what seemed to be Cayden jumping into that car, and seeing that thing HAD to leave now in order to even get a chance to regain themselves for the mccoys.. Knowing whatever he had to argue with Vernon would be a lost cause.. He just went with it, possibly doing the most illegal thing possible. "Kill them. GO" Trent said as he closed the damn window and gave the 'go'. Within seconds the car drove off.. As Vernon turned to the sound. "Wait. WHO-" He yelled as he ran to the edge, seeing his car dissapear.. For trent realized what was happening, Cayden decided to just go for it. "son of a bitch".. He whispered with a smirk.. Knowing in the dark that reckless youngster had been doing things, but this.. This was the biggest dare he could've pulled, and trent couldnt wait to see how he'd do.

Vernon started to scream, taking the microphone off of trent's workers, trying to make whoever got into his car turn. "WHO DID TAKE MY CAR-" Vernon said as he saw the smirk on Trent's face.. Knowing enough. "GET THAT FUCKING BETRAYER OUT OF MY CAR-" "Sorry Vernon.. He might be the best you got for that 'broken' arm of yours" Trent said as Vernon looked as deadly as possible. "You better wish you have a nice backup for your life.. Because you'll get fired. I'll make sure of that" Vernon said as Trent scoffed. "I'd like to see you try" Trent said as the choice that Cayden made, made him finally show his true colors on how dissaproving he was on the behavior of Vernon as well, despite he knew it would risk his job.

Meanwhile, most assumed that Vernon was the one back in his own car.. The commentators of the whole race were continuing to speak again "Alright- many are still on our repair tracks but will you LOOK at that! It seems Mccoy has picked up faster than we assumed" "Thats great to know Gordon because it was right on time.. Our track is cleared and the race is BACK in the game. Now its awaiting who WILL take that title" both men were talking as Cayden realized what he was doing as well.. Stretching his hands on the wheel before he breathed out. "This shouldnt be too complex.. Lets go" the man smirked before he saw the signs that he could give full speed, having a determined face as he was finally on the tracks he's been wanting to be for YEARS. "and they're OFF." One of the commentators was saying as Vernon in the meantime tried to get through their center, to reveal he was infact not in his car, and trying to get Cayden in jail for whatever activity he was pulling.. That was how extra vernon was. "HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A TRUE LICENSE- GET HIM BACK NOW" Vernon yelled at his crew as they all moreso watched the screens.. All being in a quite disbelief that Vernon's car was already bumped up from 12th place to 5th within the few seconds he was driving.. "for not having a license, he's getting the hang of this better than most in the back" Trent said as he was in awe. Each turn and speed control was far more advanced than trent had expected. He knew Cayden went places and had a very daring energy.. But this.. This was baffling to see. "IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Vernon said as he went to the area his dad and team were sitting.. Trying to call the commentators on trying to stop Cayden or at least get him expelled to never drive again. He got more and more furious to notice he was GOOD. More than just good. Not to mention that Cayden out of precaution deactivated the microphone so no one could yell at him or try and stop this. Meaning as well that this man had no help when driving, making this whole activity extremely dangerous. He couldnt be warned or put through any tips or hints that could potentially save him should it come to it. This was his own choice.. And the most crazy for sure.

Cayden smirked as he was as focused as one could think, noticing the previous driver that tailgated Vernon and make him slam into the side, tried to stop Cayden as well.. Not knowing he wasnt Vernon. With just a low laugh, he managed to dodge the several attempts before passing him wirh speed and pressing firmly on the gas pedal, as if it was his second nature.. making everyone stare more at all the screens that showed all around the area. Eventually, Vernon got contact with the commentators "Hello this is Michael and gordon speaking, you do realize we're in the midst of this race?-" "SOME BLOODY ASSHOLE TOOK MY CAR AND IS ON THE TRACKS RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED TO STOP HIM" Vernon said as both commentators became silent. "Wh- Who is this?" "Its VERNON MCCOY YOU- GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY CAR". The whole group handling the audience, hearing the news all frowned.. Who was in the damn car that was slowly getting closer to the front.. "Who is... In your car then Vernon?" "HE'S MY- TECHNICALLY NOT BLOOD RELATED BUT HE's my- WHATEVER. his name is CAYDEN CRUZE. Make that name be heard so he can be expelled, removed, and taken from any possible race EVER" Vernon said as he wanted to break the phone at this rate, making Alissa, who sat with carlo in the same room.. Overhear some of the people who handle everything.. That there was a sudden. Change in racing.

"Well guys, I just got told the one driving Vernon mccoy's car isnt our usual driver. The racer just called us personally, from his pitstop" Michael said as the whole audience started to make noise. "then who is this secret masked racer driving the vehicle Michael?" Gordon asked as everyone got curious. Carlo and Alissa were just minding their business, as Carlo's immediate reaction was turn to Alissa.. with worry. "well whoever he is, he can drive. To make it all the more interesting for everyone, we even got the confirmation this secret driver does NOT have his license yet." Michael said as Gordon laughed. "illegal or not Michael, this might be the first time I dare say I like to see where this is heading" Gordon said strong, as everyone got cheerful almost, seeing how well Cayden was doing. Meantime, Cayden was getting closer to the front, having upmost control as he sat as steady as one could think, feeling alive... "Common.. You have your first and perhaps final chance. Make it count" Cayden was whispering, noticing no one stopping him yet, so he gave his best.. "I cant believe my eyes Gordon.. But, is our secret driver coming close to the first place" "I believe you're right Michael. He's like a phantom driver, maybe the most fearless I've seen in a while, and unstoppable at it too." Gordon said as he followed up. "He's going at full speed, with incredible precision and no fear. I see no single hesitation, is he going to make it? A rookie, with no license, managing to become 1st in this qualification of these professionals?" The commentators said as the whole crowd started to go crazy, seeing how vernon's car was getting closer to first place.. Doing the impossible. The mccoy team was hoping to perhaps make it to 5th at least.. But cayden, took it a next level. Something the world has never seen so far. "FINAL ROUND, and he's catching up on the one in front row, I cant BELIEVE IT" The commentators couldnt stop yelling about cayden, making the whole audience go mad. Alissa, who was in absolute disbelief, having heard via via its his own son, watching every step as Carlo himself was silent.. Having to realize he was so impressed by this guy, having underestimated him far too much. Cayden became a new phenomon already, and the race wasnt even over. It wasnt even his own car. This rookie.. Was making history.. But he had a feel that despite many were amazed, he was doing the most illegal things right now, possibly having to pay for them later, but this opportunity was something he couldnt let go off. Even to see Vernon's mad face was enough to make his day.

"Come on.. Lets dance" Cayden said as he started crawling close to the one on first place, feeling the car's engine was getting close to its limits, but it didnt stop him.. He proved to himself he can feel if he gets too far.. The final stretch was getting closer and closer.. The whole audience was going mad, cheering for this unknown racer on one of the most difficult courses there were. To beat those that wanted to qualify for the big guys, and them getting wrecked by a new racer who had never shown its face yet... Just the thought of that was crazy right? A new legend to test the grounds, and possibly spice older racer's their life, to challenge them again, throw things alive. Everything Cayden was doing was right above the edge of safe.. This man would push anything that he could. "Is he going to do it?" alissa said as she stepped closer to the screens, seeing the car getting right next to the one on first place, as the engine of vernon's car was getting roasted.. But it still held on, which seemed impossible. "A little more.." Cayden whispered as he went as fast as he could, almost flying as he felt the car about to spike above what it could take, but he figured.. This might be his only shot before getting removed from the races for good, so why not take what he has now.. Just that extra bit of fearless energy managed to get him right upfront.. In the final lap. "I cant believe it. He's ahead.. HE'S GOING TO MAKE IT. I CANT BELIEVE MY EYES" The commentators kept yelling as the noise of vernon's care echoed over the whole course.. Before he actually made it as number one on the race.. Vernon's entire crew started to jump, yell on the fact they were number 1 for once. Making the whole entire audience jump out of their chairs as Alissa was silent.. Turning to Carlo.. "I knew he had.. a feel for this but.. I never expected him to pull something like this. I'm sorry Carlo. I didnt know he'd.." Alissa said as Carlo raised his head, but had the sweetest expression. "I underestimated him, thats my mistake for not looking past his possible opportunities than him stealing our cars every now and then 'innocently'.. but you must realize my love, he did just cross about 10 rules that are unacceptable.. There's no way he can be considered to continue in this world if you start like this" Carlo said as Alissa nodded slowly, receiving a kiss on her hand before Carlo decided to go down.. and see how this could escalate.

Cayden smirked as he noticed he actually kicked everyone's butt, but after coming back to the cockpit, he realized that there were some things waiting for him. At least he made a print. Trent walkes up to the car that smelled burned almost.. Seeing a bit of smoke of the heat of the car and seeing the damage on the wheels.. and yet, the car maintained to be fine. He had the senses for it, trent thought, as he opened the window to let Cayden out. "Not bad kid.. You hid alot of this away huh. I knew you had some type of feel but.. this?..." Trent said as he softly shook his hand, before Cayden heard some aggresive stomping his way as most people clapped at first.. "YOU ALL BETTER FUCKING STOP YOUR CHEERING." Vernon said as Cayden was ready to fight. "you wanted to save your family's name? Here is the one time I actually helped you. I FIXED IT" Cayden said reckless as he knew he put gasoline into the fire. "NO you didnt help me. you didnt fucking fix it. You wanted to take a piss on me and my whole fucking family. MY CAR IS ROASTED. Do you have ANY IDEA HOW MANY RULES YOU BROKE? YOU'LL BE DISQUALIFIED ANYHOW BECAUSE YOU WENT WITH MY CAR. MY CREW. YOU DONT BELONG HERE. YOU'RE SO DEAD CRUZE" Vernon said as he wanted to start a fight, grabbing Cayden at his clothing as some of his pitcrew pulled them apart immediately.

"ENOUGH."

The silence was heard when Carlo called it once.. Creating tension in the room as he made sure everyone stepped back. "Cayden. Follow me" Carlo said as Cayden frowned.. Showing no fear again.. But Vernon was just smirking wide to assume he'd get the worst possible.. "Just get inside, answer all questions. Be honest." Carlo said threatening in his own way, making Cayden frown as he entered the room.. Seeing many interviewers, but specificially a big investor he recognized from several racers, but only the best.. "So this.. Is our phantom driver?" the head person of the group said as Cayden nodded "Yes sir".

"Whats your name?" He asked as the tension was spiking.. "The name's Cayden Cruze". "Alright Cayden.. From what I've heard, you're a rather new driver. You've possibly heard of the various rules you've crossed illegally, in order to do what you just managed to do" "I'm aware.." "And you still stand by it. If you had a chance like that again, with its risks, would you do it?" "I would. I still stand by it.."

"Well good news Cruze, you might be thrown out of a group you've never been with.. Or registrated, so.. You might wanna look at your own" The man said as Cayden showed a slight surprised look.. "Our head racer.. Is getting close to retirement, and we like supporting the more exceptional. and since you're placed on number 1 and made history, despite it might not be set in stone, getting you that license wont be too much of a problem" The man said as Cayden needed some time to process. "Dont get me wrong, but.. So far, everyone in my surroundings, made aware that due my actions, i cant possibly get a chance to ever return on these grounds". "Maybe never on these grounds again but from seeing your stance, your energy.. That wouldnt stop you.. you'll have to start on your own, from scratch, and we want you. We think you'll become a danger to the professionals, and its exactly what we hoped to find. We just didnt know what exactly" the man said as Cayden felt more strong in his shoes. Finally, he got a righteous response.. No longer having to be in the shadows either. His reckless behavior got him where he wanted to be.. "so, what do you say Cruze?"

"I'm all in".

Within minutes, it was the biggest hit on the news for everyone to see.. Becoming a worldwide phenominon.. Cayden cruze shall soon hit the real grounds, driving among those that were known for years, challenging those... Who knows what might occur or happen..

[cracka1604]

my arm hurts - C

hey, its cracka back at it again, on the tumblr, i be living.

baseball

tomorrow im playing baseball with some friends of mine, i am quite excited yet scared. i have decided this is the first time im publicly going out in 'feminine' clothing, i've held off on this for a while, and im using "its a joke, thought it would be funny" as an excuse for the past week so i guess im writing it off as that. on top of that i havent played baseball in years, im probably rusty as fuck, but who cares, having fun is all that matters. i'll probably still bawl my eyes out afterwards anyways.

feeling a little blue

i dont know what it is lately, but i havent been feeling the best, especially after my mental breakdown last night. i want to do things less, im super fucking exhausted, and im back into the shitty habit of cutting, so much so im tearing up my old clothes and staining my phone red again. i wish i wasnt scared to reach out to others, i feel like i'll make someone sad, or worry about me too much. im scared of disappointing others or scaring them, i dont want people to worry about me. but for some reason at the same time i do, im so fucking weird.

loud music

i love loud music, especially bass heavy music. the thumping kicks and screeching vocals, or the chill melodic thumps and rhymes of some shitty hyperpop kid. whatever it is i enjoy it, especially if its extremely loud and scratchy sounding guitar... fuck im a sucker for that stuff. i've recently got back into listening to music while doing just about anything and damn i love it i love music maybe i love it too much

job issues

i feel like i should talk about my troubles with getting a job. i have recently started applying to local places that are quite straight forward jobs, like a cashier, or cook, just basic shit like that. so far i have applied to ~5 or 6 and i have not even been considered at any of them. the thing is, the interviewers face is quite normal, until he looks near the bottom of my resume, which contains my mental illnesses, because i thought i should let them know, its a nice gesture, right? apparently not, i guess i am seen as more of an issue than an asset to companies, from what i've heard you dont *need* those on your resume so i'll probably remove them when i try to get a job again, because honestly fuck those companies that i cant list, they're all dicks. yeah if you guys are reading this fuck you. you guys are cool though, i love you all, i appreciate you for reading this over and out past the grain fields cracka.

[mccnstruck]

characters - kazuha x gn!reader

warnings - none

a/n - this is my first time writing after two years, so please ignore if this is rusty! i didn’t proofread this because i was actually happy that i got something DONE so like yea, but otherwise enjoy!

streamer!kazuha when both of you are first introduced to each other during a multiplayer game. while the others were trying to find a solution to winning, you and kazuha both took your time with getting to know each other. you ignored the chat as they screamed a new ship name between both of you, and you certainly didn’t see kazuha’s stream to notice his awestruck eyes.

streamer!kazuha who first dm’ed you on instagram, and you both instantly hit it off. soon, both of you were cracking inside jokes between games, sharing new content ideas, and talking about kazuha's love for poetry. you didn’t know the way you both allowed the other’s notifications even when do not disturb was turned on, and how both of your faces lit up at the sight of a instagram dm.

streamer!kazuha who got excited when you suggested a collab stream. both of you would casually play some games on roblox, and chill with both of your streams. casual was the last thing in mind as both of you were screaming and laughing when you brutally obliterated some (approximately) 12 year old on some random superpower tycoon. at one point, you couldn’t help but laugh so hard you went silent, letting a few tears slip by. ever since then, your chat suddenly started squealing when kazuha came on stream. but what you never found out was how kazuha opened your stream when you were laughing and softly smiled, deciding that angering 12 year olds was more enjoyable with you.

streamer!kazuha who first came up with a irl vlog to explore your city. you quickly agreed, and soon your chats were filled with different hotels you could stay at, foods to try, places to visit etc. when the day finally arrived, you stood in the airport, shifting your weight from left to right in excitement and in nervousness. it’s been a few months, but this is the first time you’ve met him in person. uneasiness started to settle in your mind. do i look alright? i have all my things, right? what if he feels uncomfortable in this city?..

would he even like me? i’ve been hiding under a online personality this whole time. and what if-

you felt two taps on your shoulder and turn around to see the only and only kazuha smiling at you.

"i was wondering where were you for so long."

he giggled and your mind immediately got rid of all the intrusive thoughts before. so far he looked like he's been enjoying himself, even though he got out of a 6 hour flight. when he drags you trying to find the exit, you realize you didn't have to worry about being flawless in front of him, and you let out the first sigh of relief in a long time.

streamer!kazuha who ate the cotton candy in joy as you responded to donations and questions. it was a windy day in the city, but you or kazuha didn't mind, in fact enjoying the strong breeze. after running around and trying new places, it was a nice place to relax-

"when are you and kazuha going to confess??? literally everyone sees the heart eyes you make at each other except for YOU TWO??"

ah, it wasnt as peaceful as you thought.

the question made way for another episode of chat freaking out again, and both you and kazuha's faces to go red. you look at each other and back to the camera, too shocked and embarrassed on what to say.

"well um, that was sudden. uh,,,"

you look over back to kazuha, and judging on his eyes you knew he was about to do something mischevious. what you didnt expect...

was a confession.

"maybe i might confess today after stream. who knows?"

you turn around in shock and see kazuha grinning at you.

"..what?"

he looks back at you and silently whispers," after stream," before walking away, leaving you in shock in front of thousands of people.

streamer!kazuha who patiently waits for you on his hotel bed as you read the final donations and wave goodbye to the stream. when you made sure the stream was over, you look over to see him already looking at you.

"kazuha..."

"i think you want me to explain what i said at the cotton candy store, did you?"

you hesitantly nodded, sitting on the other side of the bed. kazuha sighed before he spoke.

"i think it's pretty self-explanatory, uh," scratching his neck before continuing, "i like you. and according to both of our chats you like me as well."

when he turns to look at you, you look at him as if he were the answer to the meaning of life. a tint of pink appears on his cheek, and he keeps himself from looking away.

“what…what are you staring at?”

a pause. “say it again.”

he tilts his head in confusion. “say what again?”

“what you just said right now.”

“i like you and you like me back.”

“the first part of the sentence.”

“i like you.”

you face visibly brightens. “say that again.”

kazuha laughed, and you swear if he was your alarm, you’d wake up 10 minutes before just to hear it in the morning.

kazuha leaned back on the bed. “im pretty sure you’re forgetting the part where you liked me back, didn’t you?”

“that can wait, you said you liked me?” you reply with a grin.

he sits back up, and faced towards you, giving you the same grin. “isn’t this supposed to be a mutual confession?”

but before you could think of a cheeky response, he lifted his hand and gently cupped your jaw. all thoughts in your head were now non-existent, and you could only think about how close you both were and how his lips were so close to yours. the atmosphere in the room had changed, and whatever was about to be said before was completely out of mind now.

kazuha thumb moved closer and closer to your lips, and he softly spoke. “you would be ok with this..right?”

you would’ve responded, but the way he asked beforehand and the sudden closeness of his lips had you lean in. his arms held onto you yours, and somehow pulled you in closer than you were before. you felt like liquid, melting under his touch, and his lips on yours and his hands in your hair made you shiver. you felt his smile, and as soon as it started he broke the kiss. the air was hot but you both could only stare each other as you tried to gain your breath.

“are..are you alright?”

you softly laughed. “i’m fine. just…need to catch my breath.”

he pressed his forehead onto yours, his arms intertwined into yours. as the sun made way for the moon and you both watched the window in peace, you’ve never felt more thankful to be introduced to him.

reposting or plagiarizing of my works is not allowed under any circumstances.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober day 12: What Could Go Wrong?

Fandom: Young Justice

Prompts;

Mayday mayday

Cave in

Rusty Nail Alt #5: Ambushed

Alright, I've only watched two seasons, the ending messed me up and that was back when we didnt really know if we were getting a season 3. So, this is timeline adjacent obviously. 😬 and super short but my brain is barely working ya feel?

Going on missions-real missions- still sent a thrill of excitement through the team, though some hid it better than others. There was just such a difference from the lives they led before, to what they get to do now. Even if they were a little rocky as a team at the start, now it was hard to imagine fighting by anyone else.

Wally loved fighting by his Uncles side, dont get him wrong, but this team, his friends, he couldnt imagine going back. He couldnt imagine a world where he wasnt fighting side by side with these people. Well... he could, but he didnt like to think about that world.

Hes only half listening to the conversation taking place, he'd read through the mission report a million times, and listened to the first speal Kaldur had given, he knew the plan. Wally supposed its a good thing in the long run (ha), as he looks out from the BioShips view screen and reacts faster than anyone else can. He has everyone in their seats and buckled before they can blink, calling out a warning just as he makes it back to his own seat. The impact jars everyone, Wally is thrown, he hopes the others are okay.

...

"Im losing control! We're going down!"

"Mayday Mayday! This is Young Justice calling for back up and Medical! We are going down!"

"Guns, everything down! Whatd they hit us with!?"

"I dont know, I didnt see, Wally- wheres Wally!?"

"Brace for Impact!"

...

Robin really doesnt know how he keeps surviving things like this. Though hes beginning to think it has something to do with Wally or genetic modification. Hed have to do tests when he got home, but Wally is a common variable about these situations so...

Wally.

He wasn't answering. He wasnt in his seat. He got out of his seat to move everyone else... where...

Where was Wally? Where was everyone? Where was he?

Forcing his eyes open seems to alert his body, as he feels like one giant bruise covered by another bruise. A cloud of dirt is still settling, and his throat is scratchy with it as he coughs. The fact hes no longer in the bioship is concerning to say the least, and as he forces himself to sit up his gut sinks further.

The bioship has reverted to its sphere form and looks worse for wear to his human eyes. He coughs again, clutching his ribs as he scans his surroundings. It takes him a moment too long to realize he's using nightvision mode on his mask, to see the rocks surrounding him in all directions, to realize their crash must have caused a cave in.

A groan interupts his oncoming panic, allowing him to mentally smack himself, as his eyes find two bodies he hadnt seen. Kaldur is slowly sitting up, and M'gann is twitching beside him. Robin forces himself to his feet, stumbles his way over to them and falls to his knees to check them over, and only to check them over its so not because he couldnt stand.

"Robin? What...where are we?" Kaldur coughs and Robin is sure this dust is killing his lungs.

"A cave in. We were ambushed, they hit the Bioship with something."

Mgann is slowly coming too, but having been connected to the BioShip probably took a toll on her. Robin scans the room again, trying to find his other three friends. Kaldurs arms light up enough to cast a soft glow, they cant rely on it, but it does help Robin spot something new. Horror dawns on his face hes sure, as he once again stumbles to his feet and rushes across the space.

Where the entrance caved, arm and some of his torso pinned, is Wally. A small pool of blood has formed below him, shiny in Kaldurs light, and Robin has to force the tremble from his hands. He presses two fingers to Wallys throat, finds a pulse far slower than a speedsters should be, but a sign of life nonetheless.

"Is he..?"

"Alive, but pinned and... he wasnt in his seat when we were hit, he needs medical."

"The puddle isnt growing very fast, I assume the rocks are putting pressure on his wounds. To move him could be fatal, however if the pile shifts..."

"He'd be crushed. Could lose his arm or... worse." Robin finishes. "I have some first aid supplies, we should get him out. Hopefully our distress signal went out..."

"I can help, keep the pile steady while you guys get him out." M'ganns voice has a strain to it, but shes standing on her own and determination shines in her eyes.

Robin steeles himself, carefully grabbing hold of Wally as Kaldur grips the large chunk of mountain, Mgann raises her hands, and as one they move. As soon as the rock is up, Robin pulls Wally out of the way. They all hold their breath as Kaldur drops his rock and Mgann keeps the trembling wall steady.

While they need a way out, theyre still missing two team mates and that wall could kill them all if it falls wrong. There focus right now is keeping Wally alive until a new plan can form. So Robin makes quick work of cleaning- as best he can- and binding the bleeding wounds on his best friend. There isnt much he can do about his broken ribs, just glad they arent puncturing anything, hes in rough shape and thats just from what Robin can see. They work together to get to the side of the cave, Mgann tells them the Biship is unresponsive, and that Konner and Artemis arent answering yet.

They hold onto the yet. Because they will answer eventually.

Everyone else is out of range. But she keeps a look out for familiar minds. They just have to wait for now.

...

Wally hurts all over. He hasn't hurt like this in a while, wonders idily what he did to anger...

No that... that wasnt right.

He was... on a... Mission!

With... not Uncle Barry... not Uncle Hal...

Was it a callaboration with the Bats? Or Speedy?

No he doesnt go by Speedy any more.

Oh!

He was on a mission with the team!

And they were ambushed in the sky, they got hit by something and... oh gods, he needed to check on the team! There was a cave in, they could be hurt!

A groan escapes the gingers lips, as his body refuses to comply with his need to get up.

"Dont move Wally, youre hurt!" M'ganns worried voice reaches his ears and rings inside his head, though he doesnt know which one he actually gets.

"We've got you Walls." Robins voice comes from above him, his pillow then.

"Just rest my friend." And Kaldur, alright so theyre all more or less okay good...

He still peels his eyes open, met with mostly darkness and darker dark blobs, his friends he assumes. His mouth feels and tastes like a desert, but he forces his vocal cords to work,

"Cave in... pushed Arty... and Kon..."

"Of course you did. You've been quite the hero today Wally. Im sure rescue will be here soon, you did good."

"You...all ok?"

"Yeah, little banged up, but we'll be fine bud."

If they dont die from lack of everything. Great, this would be quite the way to die.

"We'll get out of here Wally, dont worry." M'gann is gentle as she take his hand, the one not tingling on the edge of numbness.

He gives it a light squeeze and silence falls again. Hes almost dozed off again when Mgann gasps, and her voice fills their heads.

"Artemis, Konner! Are you guys okay?"

"I think we're in one piece. You guys? Baywatch pushed us out of the way, is he.."

"Im here Arty."

"And we're fine my friends. Do you perhaps have an escape on your side?"

"No, looks like our crash and whoever our unexpected company was, sealed us in."

"The league should be able to see the disturbance in the mountain though." Konner adds.

"Alright, I guess we're back to hanging tight."

...

Light flashes behind closed eyelids.

Fingers twitch as raspy barely there breaths fill the once silence.

Rocks moving, Dust billowing, voices echoing around them with no desernable words.

Warmth to numb limbs, water to dry lips, air to shriveled lungs. Pressure to weeping wounds.

Hands in hands, refusing to let go.

Safe.

[dulceackles]

Sleepy cuddles with Dami tho where he cuddles you to sleep 😥

Midnight cigarettes | Damiano David

Requested: yess and this is so cute i was excited

summary: midnight romance, that's all i have to say

Pairing: Damiano David x reader (she/her, third person)

if you have wishes for any other pronouns whether it is to switch them in some fic or write a new one using specific pronounces let me know!

word count: i was on my phone when I finished this so I couldn't count them now but i'll later. It's a rather short one but i think it's cute.

content and warnings: fluff

Y/n had not been sleeping well for the past few weeks. Maybe it was stress from work or just bad timing, She couldn't really pinpoint it either. Once again, like last night, she snapped awake in the middle of the night.

She could hear Damiano's slow breathing next to her as he lied sound of sleep. She turned over to look at him. Even asleep, he was an angelic sight. She let out a sign and brushed her hair away from her face as she got up to sit on the edge of the bed.

She grabbed a lighter and cigarette pack from her nightstand and walked to the balcony door leading away from their bedroom. She tried to open the door as quietly as possible and stepped outside to the balcony inhaling the fresh summer night air. A light wind blew her hair as she lighted the cigarette on.

Their balcony wasnt enornous but it was good enough for cigarettes even though the housing association didn't really allow smoking on the balconies but y/n didn't really feel like walking all down outside in the middle of the night. On the corner, there was two old slightly rusty chairs and a tiny table. She sat down in one of them and looked at her view.

She watched the sleeping city as she inhailed the smoke smeared air. Some cars still ran on the street lamp lightened streets and some lights were still on in the tall standing buildings and maybe that was the salt and pepper of nights, there was always something even when you taught everyone was asleep.

From behind her, y/n heard the balcony door creak. She turned her head slightly and saw sleepy looking Damiano enter the balcony.

"Good evening, shall I asked why are you up?" Y/n asked with slightly monotone voice jokingly putting on a usher like character. She didn't want to wake him and she knew he was busy enough with his job to not get sleep.

"Noticed my one and only had run away." He said and reached to the table to grap a cigarette from the pack, "And that she was breaking a law" he continued as he lit the cigarette in between his fingers.

"Shhhh" y/n hushed and waved her finger in front of his nose, "it's just a guideline" she giggled.

Damiano slightly smirked at her before starting to smoke his cigarette as well and sitting down with her. He studied her a while before asking, "why are you awake?"

"Just woke up, kinda slept badly" she answered him, "I don't know why but i haven't slept very well for the past few weeks"

"Well I thought you had been little grumpy reasently." He chuckled at his own joke and gently kicked her feet underneath the table.

"Hilarious one, aren't you?" Y/n laughed with him.

They sat in a silence for a while, enjoying the night around them before they had both finished their cigs.

"Some animals sleep with only their other half of brain asleep and still here we are as humans having trouble falling asleep." Y/n thought

"I was fine before you started to make noises" Damiano yawned

"Hey, i tried to be as quiet as possible." Y/n laughed, "sorry for waking you up." She said.

"No it's fine. The bed got cold anyways" he looked at her warmly, "Now come," Damiano got up and stretch out his arm for y/n, "I want to get back to sleep" he said while yawning.

"You sure? You look very energitized." She joked as she took his hand who was clearly running out of batteries. If she was honest, so was she.

They walked back into the bedroom and through the curtains and slide back underneath the bed sheets. Damiano quickly wrapped his arms around her and pressed her agaignts his chest.

Y/n could feel his stubble gently scratch her thin skin as Damiano buried his head on the back of her neck. She placed her hand on top of his and string their feet together like roots grew together underneath dirt. She felt the heat of his chest and his slow breathing, everything about him made her insides sparkle and skin feel electric.

He placed tiny kisses on the behind of her ear. She could smell his sent and it made her feel safe and ease. She knew she was the luckiest girl that she had found a man like him so early in her life and she never wanted to let go of him.

"Kiss me" she whispered slightly turning her head towards him.

He rose to his elbows to gently press his lips agaignts hers and she relaxed agaings his warm touch. Y/n deepened the kiss slightly which made Damiano smile into the kiss. He slowly pulled back and looked her into her sweetened eyes before placing one last kiss to her forehead.

"I love you" y/n said as she fixed her position underneath the bed sheets.

"I love you too" Damiano whispered while getting back into cuddling her, "now sleep, Pretty thing. It's already midnight".

And she felt his breathing get slower and slower as she drifted away.

[misty-feathers]

Okay okay Im still not over the idea of bucky knitting a sweater for sam !! husband behavior!!!!

When bucky gives it to sam at first he laughs bc the sweater, lets be honest, looks a bit silly. Bucky ran out of the main color he was using so the left sleeve and half of the right one are a different color (he swears it wasnt intentional) and its got a big lopsided star on the chest and theres some knots (but otherwise its pretty impressive for a first timer) and the sleeves are so wide for no reason (except maybe buckys always thinking about sams hunky biceps). ANYWAYS so sam kinda laughs like ‘where did you get this’ and bucky confesses he made it and the smile slips right off sams face. He looks at the sweater, at bucky, at the sweater again and asks so quietly ‘you made this, buck?’. And bucky cant tell if sam is horrified or surprised so hes getting real nervous cause sams just staring at it. ‘Yeah well but uh you dont have to wear it or anything! I know it doesnt even get cold here…’ but as bucky babbles, sam is putting the sweater on and he looks down at himself and absolutely beams and then jumps into buckys arms ‘you cranky dork, i love it! i love it so much!’ And then he runs into the bathroom to look in the mirror and actually cackles cause hes so excited abt this sweater. Bucky is blushing so hard and trying to hide how glad he is.

When sam wears it to sarahs house for the third day in a row shes like ‘wow sam, okay we get it, you love your boyfriend’ and sams like ‘naw this is legit the comfiest thing ive ever worn! Bucky used organic yarn or some shit cause its super soft!’ And sarah feels it and holy shit it is really soft. And when they have a little family get together at the wilsons, people just keep coming back to sam for hugs because hes so cozy !! Especially AJ and sam doesnt know why his nephew is hugging him so much when they see each other all the time till he notices AJ rubbing his cheek on sams shoulder and he bursts out laughing ‘oh i see how it is! you only love me for my sweater!’ And buckys of course just hopeless, he cant keep his hands off sam, its like hugs from behind all day every day, pressing his nose into the space btw sams shoulder blades cause it is really soft but also cause buckys heart flutters a little bit every time he sees sam wearing it.

+bonus

Sam doesnt even notice till sarah says something. Bucky had knitted two little wings on the back and when sam sees them he absolutely loses it. Hes running around trying to find bucky who hears sam yelling so hes almost worried ‘christ, calm down! are you okay? whats wrong?’ And sam doesnt even tell him, he just starts kissing all over buckys face and muttering ‘youre adorable’ and ‘best gift ever’ and ‘i cant believe you’.

BEE IM M E L T I N G,, I LOVE THIS

i cant stop thinking about how bucky would have had to spend a lot of time working on it in secret,,,, personally im a huge fan of early bird sam (see what i did there lmao) and night owl bucky so maybe bucky works on it when sam is sleeping,,, maybe when bucky can't sleep he works on it so he has something to focus on that's repetitive and soothing,,, also when you're knitting for someone you also think about them a lot so working on this sweater is super calming for bucky in two ways

also he joins a local knitting circle to re-learn knitting. while he may have known knitting from growing up in the 40s when war knitting was a big thing he's definitely pretty rusty also knitting patterns have changed A LOT since the 40s i'll spare you the infodump though lol i just love the mental image of a knitting circle of a few older ladies and some hipstery young people and then bucky. his best friend is an older lady and she gives him relationship advice once he tells her why he's relearning knitting but in return he's gotta take her dancing sometime. he's genuinely excited about it

hm also how would he get sam's measurements,,, i know the best way would be to steal one of sam's sweaters and measure that but i choose to believe he called up shuri (since she made the cap suit) and was like i need to know sam's measurements and she made fun of him. except the sleeves he was indeed thinking of sam's hunky biceps and was like yeah sam's arms are so nice i don't need to do sleeve shaping

when it's done bucky doesn't like it because of all the mistakes but he decides to give it to sam anyway, he can play it off as a joke gift that sam doesn't have to actually wear, but when sam puts it on and tells him he loves it,,,, well bucky is so happy he gets a little choked up

sam wears it All The Time and y e s hugs from behind whenever bucky sees,,, mayhaps sam catches on to this at some point also and wears the sweater when he wants extra hugs or even just because the sweater itself feels kinda like a hug since it's really warm and soft and also bucky made it for him

[adhdsix]

i was playing around on this site for references n stuff then ended up making this guy and im ... kinda attached to him ..... i still need a name for him tho 

lots more under cut >:]

all the photos i have of him here! :] he has a rat companion and also a beloved rusty shovel he uses for violence, other than that i tried to make him pretty simplistic bc i suck at details n stuff eheh

i’ll probably change up some things but heres some notes abt him so far! - instead of an actual top he just has a bunch of bandages all over his torso/arms and for his legs he just has shorts (w/ a buckle) - also little leather cuffs on his wrists - im thinking of making him some sort of fox demon, and if i get invested enough i might expand that and make it a whole species - he’s got two rock-like horns on his head and a red gem !! atm these dont have too much signifigance but i’ll probably try to think of somethin - he’s got spikes all the way down his head and back, stopping just before his tail. the spikes on his head usually stay up but the ones on his back are almost always slicked down (they aren’t in any of the photos or on the model, but they look basically like the ones on his head, just a little slimmer)

- whenever he’s alerted/spooked/excited, the spikes on his back go up, similar to hair standing up, as a method of looking bigger/more scary (despite him already being pretty tall, like 6′ something idk yet) and the ones on his head perk up a bit too :]

- on the site his paws look more like hands and i couldn’t rlly find a way to change that but imagine his paws more like. well, paws - he has a rat companion!! just a lil dark brown rat that’s always nearby that he probably named bingus (credit 2 ghaiza for the idea hehe) - he always has his shovel with him, usually on his back but sometimes he carries it (he also probably gave it a name but i dont have one yet hafhsdjf) - his tail is very VERY bushy. this is not a very important detail i just wanted to make it clear (hes super fluffy all over tbh) - other little details are one of his eyebrows is slit, he sometimes wears his bandana over his face, and he has lil gold earrings. also its kinda hard to see but his stomach is white like his snout ! also it wasnt an option (that i could find anyway) to change parts of his tail but the tip actually fades to black kinda like his ears and back paws - he is just a silly goofy guy!!!! hes very nice but can be scary whether its intentional or not bc of just how huge he is (i dont have much of a comparison but he is Big) thats all i cant hink of rn but hopefully i’ll add more or talk abt him more !!!! i usually dont get too invested in my ocs even if i rlly want to so i hope i do him justice this time,,,, idk how many other people r interested in hearing abt him at all but i’d love 2 hear others ideas eheh  

[xnchxntmxnt]

Hello, my name is Ghost and I'd like to put in for an Ouran matchup please (if you have any slots left). I'm genderfluid, use any pronouns, and I'll date anyone regardless of gender. I'm on the shy side when I first meet someone and don't talk very much to anyone I don't know, but once I'm comfortable I open up and share my interests and other things about myself. Although, even if I don't know someone well I always make a considerable effort to be incredibly polite and kind to them because I don't know if someone is already having a bad day and I don't want to make it any worse. I'm definitely the mom friend of my group and always carry first aid supplies, snacks, water, a blanket, and fidget toys. I love music and can't go a day without using my headphones. I can play the drums but I'm a bit rusty since I haven't played in a year or two and I also play some piano and am working to learn more. I've been in choir since I was a little kid and love to sing but I have too much stage fright to perform alone. I have a naturally deeper singing voice despite being AFAB. I'm also very into cooking, baking, mythology, reading and writing. I'm starting college a semester late as biology major with emphasis on zoology as I love animals and would want to be a veterinarian at zoo that's involved in conservation efforts. I hope you have a lovely rest of your day and remember to eat, drink some water, and take any meds if you need to. ❤

aaa this took forever im sorry i got super busy after i put out the thing for these but ANYWAY its done now

also the name ghost is so cute what <3 idk why i love it though

kaoru hitachiin!

do u know how long it took me to find a picture without his brother and im still not 100% sure i have the right one— anyway

mom friend. perfect. he needs one.

mans a royal mess

we know this

honestly i think his first impression of you was. he was probably excited to see someone who wasn't so into the whole act he and hikaru do and just liked talking to him

he also saw the shyness and (whenever hikaru wasnt around) let himself be a little more genuine, which meant he was less flirty and more soft with you

im getting lots of accidentally bushing hands and gentle conversations over tea at the beginning vibes

once you're comfortable around each other though?? that changes a little

yell at him to eat breakfast bc he'll get busy and wont (or jsut doesnt feel like getting up some days)

he'll do the same to you of course

mutually taking care of each other <3

you might always have stuff, but anything you forget, he seems to have

need a hair tie? he's got it. Forgot an extra bottle of water for yourself? he's got one (or knows where to get one)

he loves to buy things for you but not like. super fancy extravagant gifts. he likes doing chill and not necessarily inexpensive things, but he likes showing up with your favorite snack or "i saw this stuffed animal and thought you'd like it so here" kinda vibes

if that makes sense at all

he LOVES sharing music with you

please give him your other earbud and lean your head on his shoulder on long car rides

he loves it so much

he loves getting to know you through music because music can honestly be so intimate

make him a playlist. its the best gift you can give him

make him several playlists

he loves when you do that and listens to them all

on loop

he'll make you playlists too you guys are just exchanging them all the time

he likes listening to you play too whether its drums or piano or anything else you pick up

he just enjoys seeing you have fun w it

dont get me started on how much he likes listening to you sing

swoons

every time

he's so in love

anything youre into he immediately just. finds as much information as he can about it

he loves listening to you rant about mythology and stuff like that

maybe you're reading a new book

the moment he gets you to spit out the title and author he's scrolling through google trying to find little trivia about it

this is of course so when you talk about it he can be excited about it with you

this happens a lot

half the time he'll end up just reading the book

and if its a series? good luck.

you two WILL be up until 2am or later finishing the last book because you have to see how it ends

overall wholesome. 10/10 would reccomend

[bitchiha]

A/N: So I wrote this instead of doing any of my psych assignments which is fine by me. Im a little bit rusty with one shots bc the last one I did was a Harry Potter angst with Draco and that was on a diff blog a few months back. Any who, enjoy and thank you for requesting!!

Request:  I would like to order a Gaara x Reader where Gaara and Reader are dating, but she is a Leaf Shinobi, and she she is always very talkative and smiling, but one day she is serious and quiet, and he is worried, but finds out that she is only concerned with something kind of silly, and then he is relieved and realizes that he really loves her.

✎ Worry (Gaara oneshot)

You didn’t get to see your boyfriend all that often, being that you were a Leaf ninja, constantly on missions and he was a Kazekage, constantly protecting his village. However, whenever you did reunite it was always memorable. In fact, Gaara would be lying if he didn't count down the days to your arrival. 

He always looked forward to seeing you. He would stand at the gate of his village, waiting for your body to slowly become visible through the winds of the blowing sand. He loved the face you would make when you finally discerned his shape in the distance: your eyes would brighten and a smile would spread rapidly across your face. Even if the journey was long, seeing him waiting there always gave you a burst of energy. You would then squint your eyes to shield them from the sand and run the rest of the distance towards him. 

However, when Gaara spotted your figure in the distance today, you seemed a little tense. In fact, when you spotted him you didn't make that signature facial expression he loved so much or even start running towards him.

Something was off.

He watched you carefully as you got closer and frowned. He lacked a lot of emotional experience with others, but there was no denying that you looked worried.

Seeing you like that made him panic a little bit. Again, Gaara has never been very good with emotions - if anything he relied on you to be the one to help him navigate peoples feelings. So seeing you in such a worried state made him really, well... worried. He didn’t know what to do.

Once you finally arrived face to face at the gate you greeted him with a small smile and he guided you into the village. He gave you a little perplexed look in return before weeding the two of you out of the way of villagers and back towards his apartment.

I should say something, he thought to himself almost awkwardly, but he just didn’t know what. 

Normally you would have started a conversation with him and he would have listened carefully, not saying much himself as he preferred hearing your voice as opposed to his own. However, you didn't seem in the mood to do that today, meaning it was his turn to pick up the slack. 

“Erm- Temari and Kankuro will be happy to see you. Kankuro has been working on a new puppet and he has been dying to show everyone in the village how good it is.” 

You laughed at that, which made his heart warm a bit, but he couldn't help but sense a possible hint of distractedness in your tone. You were gnawing at your nails too - he picked up that it was your nervous habit -  which made him fall back into silence again. 

What am I supposed to say? What do people do in these situations? 

Gaara lead you up to his apartment, knowing that you were tired and usually fell asleep upon arriving at the village.

Typically after you woke up from a nap you two would eat dinner together and then you would really start to catch up on things. You would talk about eventful things that happened on your missions and he would talk about Kank and Temari or some of his own eventful occurrences as the Kazekage in return.

Your naps usually lasted pretty long after your 3 day journey. That would give Gaara just enough time to drop by Temari’s and see if she could assist him with how to deal with this whole situation. She was always the one he fell back on for relationship advice. Deeming Kankuro useless in this field, as he talked more to puppets than to actual human beings.

He opens the door for you upon arriving and remains at the enterance, when you realize he isn’t coming side with you, you turned to look at him. You stared at each other from your respective points in the apartment: him at the door and you just outside his bedroom. 

“Gaara?.. Aren't you coming inside?” 

“...No, I need to, uhm, finish some paperwork. In the meantime you should really take a nap. I’ll be back by the time you wake up.” He said awkardly as he closed the door.

With that, he left you to sleep as he paid his sister a visit, asking her for some needed advice.

Temari was surprised at the visit, it was always very rare for Gaara to ask her for this kind of advice anyway, let alone for him to have a worried look on his face too.

When she lets him inside, he recalls the events that have transpired so far, sitting across from eachother at Temaris dinner table. There was a guide book on Shogi sitting atop the table, which Gaara knew she was reading just to impress a certain Leaf ninja. Anyway, when she caught him staring at it she batted it away embarrassedly and cleared her throat, her face growing hot. There was a moment of silence in the room as she thought about what Gaara had told her. 

“Hm... Well, did you ask her whats wrong?”

“...No.” He realized that would have been an important piece of information to ask.

“Gaara!“

Temari shook her head, but then proceeded to give him a simple rundown of what to do. 

Step one: ask whats wrong

Step two: ask how you can make her feel better 

It seemed so simple when Temari said it, honestly he felt a little embarrassed that he couldn't manage to think of it on his own. He wasnt going to waste anymore time now that he knew what to do though.

As he was leaving Temaris apartment she smiled at him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that...”

“Oh, its nothing...” she giggled. “Well actually Gaara, you know, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone.” Then she closed the door with a cheeky grin, leaving Gaara to blush at the face of a wooden door. 

On his way back to the apartment he thought about what Temari said, going out of your way like this is something people normally do when they care about someone... Of course in his head he always knew he really cared about y/n, but having someone else notice it too really made him stop and think. 

He remembered when he fought Naruto back when the sound village attacked the Leaf. Naruto had opened Gaaras eyes to a lot of important things. He had shown him that you needed to have people important in your life. People that you would fight for and even die for... And for the first time, Gaara realized that y/n ticked all those boxes.

As he arrived back at his apartment, he opened the door quietly, not wanting to wake you up. He could hear your gentle snores as he made his way to your bedroom, holding a medium sized box in his hands.

After leaving Temari’s he had wandered the village a bit, thinking over a few things and clearing his mind, he had passed by your favourite dessert place in his village and figured that it would be a good gesture if he got you something. Afterall, Temari was always so happy when got sweets from anyone.

He opened the bedroom door carefully only to see you curled up on his bed sleeping. It made his heart feel all funny when he seen you sleeping. You looked so calm and fragile. He couldn't really admire it for all that long though because His presence must have alerted you. He watched your eyes open groggily as you sat up.

“Gaara? Is that you?” you asked, letting out a yawn. 

“Yes. I uhm... I got you something.” he placed the white box on the bed next to you. 

 You opened the lid curiously, to reveal your favourite dessert staring back at you. It made you smile widely, as if nothing was wrong in the first place, but in a few seconds the worry crawled back onto your face. This time though, Gaara didn't get discouraged. 

“Something has been bothering you since you got here, y/n. I want to help you, but I can't if you don't tell me whats wrong.”

It was strange seeing him so forward with feelings, but you liked it. In fact it made you feel relieved that you could tell him about your predicament.

“I guess you're right... Well, you see I guess its kind of... A bit silly but I got you a gift a while back. It was so pretty... You see, it was this necklace I found in a village I was passing through for a mission, it was this red gem wrapped around a sort of turquoise wire and it made me think of you instantly. So, I bought it and I was so excited to give it to you I kept taking it out of my backpack to look at it on my way here. Then when I woke up this morning and checked out of the Inn I stayed in, I went to look at it one more time before I arrived and it was gone!” you sighed, falling back onto the pillows. 

“It would have looked perfect on you, Gaara. I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting. I don't know I guess its kind of a stupid thing to be upset about, but I just can't help it.” You covered your face with your hands. 

There was a dip in the bed and you felt Gaara lay down beside you, causing you to peek at him through your fingers.

He was relieved to say the least, in fact he may have even been smiling a little bit. This was all she was worried about? It wasn’t about anything that he had done, it was just about a necklace!

“Thats all that was worrying you?” He asked as he looked at you with an almost soft expression, he gently removed your hands from your face. 

“You know, y/n, I’m sure the necklace would have been nice, but all that really matters to me is that you're here now and we can spend some time together.” 

He thought about what you said: I just wanted to give you something special for you to remember me by for when Im not visiting. 

“And you don't need to give me anything to remind me of you while you're away because I think about you all the time when you're not here with me.” He blushed a little bit after he said it, but refused to get all shy about it. 

When you heard that, a big smile appeared on your face, the same one that he always saw when you ran towards him at the villages gates. It was a huge relief to see you like this again, it felt as though there was a crack of sunshine in the middle of a storm of dark clouds. He could see the worry and frustration in your face slipping away slowly. 

It made him feel happy, to be able to make you feel better again. He really did care about you.

“Come on then, eat your dessert and then we’ll go see Kankuro. Like I said earlier, he wants to show you his new puppet.” 

[blkgirl-writing]

"Someday, You'll Come For More"

Mandalorian x Fem!Reader

Summary: In a hurry, Mando leaves the child in the care of a whore. When shes so good with taking care of the child, it becomes a constant. Though, what happens when he comes in for some other type of care?

A/N: finally, my idea comes to flourish on this beautiful day. Original idea stems from {THIS} post I made not too long ago. Ans thank you for the extra bonus idea from @lalablue0

Warnings!: SMUT! Male receiving oral, fingering, multiple orgasms, a whore house.

2k words

It was just looking for someone to take care of the child.

He still remembered the confused expression on her face, the simple explanation he gave. No one would think to leave a baby in the care of a whore.

This was the fifth time, now. And he wasn't quite convinced that he was only coming for the caretaking. He only asked for you. And if you were busy, he waited. Even if the matters were urgent. And when you emerged, you was always glowing. A sheen of sweat on your body, the littlest pieces of clothing covering just what needed to. And you smiled whenever you saw him,

"Eventually, you'll come here without the child, and wish for a different type of care," you always spoke, with a low, husky confidence. Brushing your hands over his arm, giving him a sweet, almost caring look. Knowing. He hated it.

You were right.

"I want Y/n," he asked the woman upfront, who's eyes were too far apart, and hair too slime green for her dimpled skin. Her chair was about to fall apart, though she acted like it was a throne. He didnt like her cockiness. Not in the slightest.

"Ah, you must be the father she talks about," the woman hummed, and pointed directly to his right, where some rusty metal stairs led to a dark hallway. "She's in the first room to the right. Have fun. Don't be too loud-"

He wondered if he should turn back. Lorian felt dirty and gross, hearing sounds of woman and men moaning, screaming. It was a lot to take in for a little dingy place. But he nodded, and turned to the stairs. Biting down on his lips beneath the helmet.

The sounds only got louder as he stepped up, a faint glow from the ceiling. Candles lining the floor. It hadn't been swept in....maybe ever. And every step he took made a loud clank. Yet when the idea of turning around popped into his head, it was easily dismissed, especially when he laid eyes on your door, name sprawled in the most basic of lettering. Almost lazily. It was cracked open, revealing the dim pink hued light. He didnt hesitate to go in, not bothering to knock. Did anyone knock in a house like this?

You turned her head, a docile look on her face, until you realized who it was. You immediately broke into a bright grin, lips slightly parted. Almost tempting. Fuck.

"No child, this time?" You asked, getting up from your soft bed. Sheets a light pink and blue, patterned like a tapestry. Alluring guests into the pretty place.

"No," he said, letting out a sigh. He hoped it wasnt as audible as it felt, like how heart escaping from him as he looked at you. Stunning. With a sheer top covering the bare minimum, it so short he could see the Crest of your breasts. A long skirt flowing, with a slit all the way up. It was one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Natural.

"Can't say I'm surprised." You smirked, drawing yourself closer to him, laying a finger on his chest plate. "What I can say is, I'm very excited."

"What?" He questioned, looking down at you with some shock. He stood at over you, looming, but not in a defensive way at all.

"You can't pretend like your whole mandalorian gig isn't fucking hot. And your voice, the way you take a room." You ran a hand down lightly, cold metal against your skin. "And kind at heart, too. More than most of my clients."

"Lorian," you spoke, lips parted, face lit so slightly by the candles by the bed. "Can I call you that?"

"Yes," he breathed, breath hitching as your hands wandered to his, grasping them lightly.

"Let's start with these, then?" You gently pulled at his glove, removing it so easily. Your skin finally touching his.

It was a blurr, how you led him to your bed, taking time to undo his armor, leaving him with only his thin linen shirt and boxers. With your thighs pressing against his, slowing grinding down onto him. Maker, is was painfully hard under you. He barely kept his hands to himself, wandering from your hips to her breasts, needing the touch, the rawness. The release that was to come. He craved it.

You pushed down the rest of the fabric between his cock, revealing his thickness. Yiu couldn't hide the surprise "of course you'd be huge.."

"I don't know how I'm gonna fit this inside me," you muttered to herself, though he couldn't help but hear. You wrapped your fingers around his dick, stroking him lazily a few times, precum already dripping down. "Fuck."

He wove his fingers through your hair, grasping for his life. You licked a stripe down his length, then inched her mouth down his dick,taking as much as you could before gagging. It was agonizing, how slow you was going. With the sight of the literal goddess. You casually looking up at him, humming on his dick, caressing his thighs and balls. It wasn't long before his cum shot down your throat, and you were able to come up, planting kisses on his open chest as you did.

The pulled you down to the bed, towering over you, resting between your legs. One of his rough hands traveled from your inter thigh, circling it's way up to your breasts. Cupping and kneading them with such ease and care.

His fingers dipped into you, two at a time, knuckles deep before he curled them inside you, pumping in and out with a growing pace. You moaned into his touch, hands gripping his shoulders. You wondered how much experience he had, but your job wouldn't allow to ask questions. He certainly acted like he had many, but you wouldn't be surprised if it was few and far between.

His palm pressed against your clit, rubbing it with every move of his wrist,fingers hitting that spot just right, you were so close to coming undone right on his fingers. "Fuck, Lorian, keep going-"

He panted along with you, the sight so sinfully beautiful. The sight of you trembling because of him, cumming for him, face hot and eyes nearing tears of pleasure, just because of him...the idea almost had him cum right there.

"Yes, yes, fuck yes!" You moaned, pressing your lips onto his shoulder, sucking and biting onto the skin as you came, humming approval against his skin. Hips bucking into his fingers. He kept pumping til you sat still, eyes blown out in lust. You took time to get off of him, bringing him into a seated position, running your hands along his arms. Triceps.

"Do you like tits or ass better?" You grabbed onto your own breasts, wiggled your butr a little bit. His hands reached out to your ass, grasping so yard, you were sure it would leave marks in the morning.

"Of course you're an ass man. Okay, big boy. Fuck me." You turned around, pressing your ass up against his crotch, grinding into his length.

He carefully pushed into you, taking his sweet time to adjust to the tight feeling. And you to his huge cock. A long, drawn out moan fell from your lips. You were going to be the death of him, he was so sure of that now. Sody skin pressed to his. Hands wandering all over your body. Perfect.

He started slow, trying so fucking hard to not cum as soon as he rolled his hips into yours. Just the fact that he couldn't fit all of himself into you turned him on more than he would like to admit. How tight you felt, how warm you were. His hands gripped your ass as he pushed in and out of you,

"Fuck me, Lorian. Break me-" you said, pushing back into him. "I'm a slut for you."

His thrusts got faster, rougher, harder. His hands traveling everywhere, from your waist to your hair, but ended up staying on your neck, bringing you back to him.

"You-feel so fucking good," he pants, breath heavy and sweat forming as he fucked you. Bliss. A bliss he didnt know if he had ever felt. You were so hot, and his needs were so pent up. "So fucking tight, so good for me."

"Let me ride you-" you pulled yourself away from him, turning around to have Mando. He was truly a sight. Sweat rolling off of his tan body, thighs strong and thick perfect to ride...another time, hopefully.

He laid back, watching as you straddled his thighs. Taking a moment to grind your bare pussy against his painful hard on.

Clutching onto your waist, he guided you down onto him yet again. Letting out a soft moan as you did so. Hands pressed to his chest, your breasts pushed together by your arms, you set the pace, fast and rough. Grinding down on him in between quick and sloppy pumps. Finger nails scratching at his skin, leaving behind red marks in the wake.

Mandos hand came down from your waist to your clit, rubbing circles on the still slightly sensitive place. "Fuck, Lorian, yes-"

"Just like that" you moaned, voice breathy and light. Mando couldn't take it, he needed release sooner than what you were giving him, even if the sight of you fuxking him was enough for a million wet dreams and nights alone. His hands dug into your skin, forcing you down onto him as he thrust into you at an unforgiving pace. His eyes kept on you, though. One of your hands over your mouth, the other rubbing yourself.

You needed that second orgasm more than you needed air. You felt him throbbing inside of you, close to a release himself. Everything was so sensitive, so raw. He had ducked you so senseless.

"Let me see your face-" He moaned out, slowing down just so slightly as he spoke. "You're too fucking beautiful to hide."

You moved your hand away from your mouth, grabbing onto his forearm. His pace just back up again, so fucking hot and furious as he stretched you completely. At this point, you were grasping at thin strings,

"L-lorian," you panted. The way your breasts bounced as he fucked you, the O on your lips, eyes closed tight. Mando let out a choked moan, spilling his cum deep inside you. Thrusts few and far between, but deeper than ever. Just seconds after he came, you followed, clenching down onto his cock, eyes rolling back with your final release. Whole body jerking as you let your head fall to your chest. Mando committed your image to memory...writhing above him, milking every drop from him as you came.

The pair stayed there for a few moments, taking in each others glory. Then, unexpectedly to him, you leaned down, pressing a kiss to his helmet. Running a hand down his shoulder to his chest.

"I hope you come back, Lorian." You whispered, voice raspy and low. And you did. Something about him. It was better than anyone else. Charm, maybe. You couldn't place your finger on it. But you knew he was desperate for you. "With or without the child. Stick around for a bit."

"I..." Mando muttered, placing a hand gently on your jaw, testing the waters. Moving to tuck some loose hair behind your ear. The mandalorian couldn't imagine not seeing you like this again...not drinking up your sweet scent, touching your soft skin. Now hes tasted, he doesn't think he could ever go back. "I will. I promise."

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TAGLIST: @mando-vibes @swagaliciouspupper @discogrrl @tmnt-would2

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Death Of A Hero (The Less I Know The Better, Part 2.) (Peter Parker's iPod, Part 14.)

Series description: Blip was hard. Dating MJ was a pleasure in Parker’s life, so it was even harder when she told him that things aren’t working as she anticipated - one month before college. Although they remained friends. But Peter isn’t too sure if he can handle liking yet another girl.

Part Summary: There was a night you've seen through all the Spider-Man's magic. But it wasn't what you've expected. Who would expected to be lied to in the end?

A/N: I knew that this is coming... That's why I've been hesitant with writing this chapter for such a long time. I'm so sorry. 💔 Fun fact: I used the same song as inspiration when I was working on my OG Avengers series in my language when I was going back to Tony Stark’s funeral. 

Word count:  2.4K

Tagging: @fanboyswhereare-you, @lukesbabylon, @eridanuswave​, @underoosjae​

Master list: H E R E

GIF SOURCE

You can’t look away from a train wreck, that’s how the saying goes, right? Something like that it was. And you had a feeling that your life is one big train wreck or that something like destiny is playing one big sick game on you because such a twist was unexpected.

Peter Parker, the boy who wore only old clothes, t-shirts with nerdy puns, that someone who was into putting together Lego sets, comic book reader... He was supposed to be Spider-Man. The mysterious cool guy who was swinging through New York on his webs, he was fighting off the forces of evil and he was keeping you safe. Your Peter was supposed to be that guy. For a second, you thought that maybe you were falling in love with both of them. Sometimes, the affection for Peter was stronger and when you were Spider-Man, you couldn't think about anyone else. And when these two worlds collided, you couldn't understand what in the world is even happening.

Until confusion turned to anger that was eating you alive every time you saw his dumb face. You and Peter weren't talking for more than two weeks until the finals ended since you wanted to concentrate on your finals. The boy didn't know that you finally figured him out, so he was worried that has done something as Peter that you couldn't simply look away from. In the nights when he wanted to ask about it as the other guy, your window was locked from the inside and when you heard him landing on the rusty escape staircase, you pretended that you're dead asleep.

You allowed him one last visit before you were about to drive to your home in the countryside. Since you and Peter hadn't spoken about two weeks at that time, he had no idea about your plans for the holiday. He was simply happy that you both finished the first year of college and since he was that kind of a boyfriend who never missed an occasion for a flower and dinner, he brought it to you. Italian lasagna and some roses hanging from the outside as he held it for you, himself having a smile on his lips.

Tame Impala was playing through the room and you were just finishing some work on your laptop. - "Come in." - A cold mumble could be heard as you continued with writing. Normally, you'd stand up with a smile and took the things out of his palms, giving him a warm kiss afterward. Yet that day, something was in the air. Something had changed and Peter felt it. And as he watched you working with a murderous look in your face, he knew that this is going to be bad.

"Hey, stop working, and let's celebrate. You seem to be tired." - He whispered and tried to smooth your palm. But as you felt his fingers lingering on the fabric of your shirt, you jolted and looked at him with a face full of disgust. Yeah, something was off. - "Okay then, I won't be touching you. Just... Eat something, I guess." - Peter walked to the desk and opened up the lasagna for you. Somehow, he felt your stare on his back and it was extremely uncomfortable. He tried to smile at you while he put it next to your thigh only to meet with another murderous stare.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me why have you done all of this." - You asked calmly. At that, Peter's heart stopped. MJ knew that he's in your room and she promised you that she’ll take Betty out for dinner so you would have the whole flat for yourself to scream at each other.

"I-I think that I don't know what you're talking about." - Peter got out wish noticeable stuttering, having you chuckling and shaking your head. You had about enough with Peter. When you looked at the boy, you couldn't see someone who knew how to make your laugh. It wasn’t the boy who always told you that you're looking cute. It wasn’t even your friend who you kissed on the trip.

All you could see was a liar. His moves screamed the word, his lips were telling the lies and his whole personality? A hollow fake built for your liking. With one move, you closed the laptop and put it away, licking your lips slowly. Without sparing him a look, you walked to the iPod, having Tame Impala screaming on a loop.

"I think you know exactly what I'm talking about, Peter." - You told him, just standing there and looking him in the eyes with your palms over your chest. - "It took me a long time, yeah, but it made you feel good, am I right? You were all about lying to me that when you successfully catfished me, you were excited. Now you know that this works and you can fuck with any girl you'll choose as your future victim."

At that moment, you took the mask off, tearing it off his head so you could look him in the eyes. You loved that human being just weeks back and at that moment, the only thing you wanted was to throw up. What has he done was disgusting, immature, and... Suddenly you got the feeling that you might not be the only one who Peter tried to seduce this way.

"And for Christ's sake, turn on your normal voice, I'm sick of you fucking with me." - A disgusted mumble came out again as you rolled your eyes and threw the mask to his feet, walking away. Of course, you wanted to see him suffer that evening. It wasnt nice of you, it wasnt, but that was the way it was. You weren't giving Peter a single shit for free. You put tight shorts on so your ass would look just splendid and the top itself wasn’t covering you either, showing him that bra you had on... When that one night happened.  

"I-I swear I can explain, Y/N. Just don't be mad, p-please. I beg you." - The boy ran after you when you poured yourself a glass of cold water, doing exactly what you wanted.

"I want to hear why did you do all of this shit and why did you choose me as your practice target, Peter. That's all the explanation I want and what you owe me." - You walked to stand in front of him, having your dinner table between you and him.

"Look at you." - Was all the boy answered as his fingers played with the spandex mask. His cheeks reddened while his eyes got teary. Jesus, Peter was never scared as he was at that moment, at that kitchen, with you looking at him. You did as he told you, giving him raised eyebrows. - "How... How would someone like so lucky that they would get to date a girl like you? And trust me, I was never good with girls, whether you look back at Liz or when you ask MJ..." - Now he was mumbling, looking into the ground in front of his feet.

"And ever since February, I started to notice that I, really, really liked you. And I... I was... I was just so scared that you would never date me for me, I wanted to meet you like the other guy and tell when the time’s right." - Peter tried to explain the best he could, having you silent for a long while. That was when you started to laugh cold-heartedly.

"And when would the right time come? A month from now, half a year, a year? Did you enjoy seeing me waiting for you almost every night, not having any other guy on my mind? I could have a boyfriend by now, Peter, there was a lot of boys asking me out in the last few months, did you know that? But instead of that, I wanted to be with you and... Not with Spider-Man. I felt this subtle click between me and you... Months ago. And when we have done some stuff together, I was wowed. I thought to myself that you're the guy. And when I kissed you on the farm, I felt it too. And not for your ass dressed in spandex. I felt it for you, Peter." - You pointed at him, not finishing just yet. - "Of course, you can say I was into Spider-Man since I didn't see through the whole mascarade, yet for me, it wasnt about the hero or the suit. It was about the boy under it. I saw only the boy whose father figure got shot. About the boy who liked my sushi. For fuck's sake, I fell for the boy who danced with me on the rooftop, who was funny, charming, and smart." - You breathed out with disappointment, taking another sip of the water.

"And I don't know if you realize that, but I'm talking about you and your personality. The whole time, you've been giving the best out of yourself just for me to realize... It was a game. It wasn’t real." - You looked him in the eyes, seeing first tear slipping out of his eye. You’ve been crying too. You weren't the hero who would get hurt and wouldn't cry. MJ was with you the whole time, hugging you, smoothing your hair, and kissing the top of your head to have you feeling safe for a while. At that time, you were just hurt. At that moment, you were mad at the boy, feeling nothing but the hatred that needed to go out of your head and mouth. Otherwise, you'd go crazy.

"It was everything for me, Y/N. You were the only thing I could think about in the last two months. I was leaving the iPod on purpose for you to listen to it, because every time you found a new song, you were so happy. I was doing all of this just to see you happy." - Peter begged quietly, coming closer to you. When the boy was about to touch you again, you bolted to get out of his range again.

"Don't cry, Peter. If you'd told me, this conversation didn't have to happen at all. You're a man, so pull yourself together. I don't mean to go harsh on you, not at all, but you hurt me like a living fuck." - You said simply, walking back to your room, listening to the song once again. That was when he noticed how empty the room was. There were only two big suitcases in the middle of the room.

"Are you moving out? Be-because of what I've done?" - Peter got out of himself with stuttering. He was unable to stop the tears falling out of his eyes when he followed you through the flat.

"No. I'll back here in fall, but I need to get away from this place. And I would appreciate it if you'd leave now. Take the food, the flowers, and go home. Don't text me, don't call me, don't send me memes and kick me all of the text messages groups I'm in with you."

At that moment, Peter slowly felt his body melting into the wooden floor of your room. The world was spinning too fast for his liking, the colors were fading away as he watched you packing the food back without even touching it. You told him that you don't want to be in contact with him anymore. Slowly, his brain started to realize how much he fucked up, no matter how innocent his intentions originally were. Less I Know The Better Suddenly got a completely new meaning for him. At that moment, he was sure he won't stop crying that evening. Gently, he put the mask, packing his food into a plastic bag. - "And you should try your luck with that girl from physics. You seem to be getting along." - Was the last thing you told him, which was surely the metaphorical dagger in his back.

For a reason, you felt that it’s right and wrong at the same time. Seeing him leaving while he was broken was not making you happy at all, but... He got what he deserved. You couldn't just say whatever and close your eyes about being lied to for the last past three months. You still had feelings for him, obviously, but you hoped that these will go away soon enough.

"I just want you to know... Even if it ended how it ended... I think I love you." - Peter said before he jumped out, disappearing into the night, leaving you with a sigh on your lips and tears in your eyes. Why did he tell you such a thing? What the fuck were you supposed to do with it?

Because you did love him too, yet you weren't sure about forgiving... Not just yet.

As soon as Peter arrived home from a quick patrol, he barricaded in his room. This time, he locked himself in and sat on his bed, leaving the spandex on. May tried to get in, but after Peter asking her to leave, she left him alone. Not even ten minutes from that, Ned was calling Peter.

"Hey, buddy, it's going to be alright." - Ned said as soon as he heard the first sob. Peter... Was such an amazing guy. He was smart, brave, but still sensitive. Ned liked his best friend for that - but just as he was smart, he was utterly dumb in some things. Peter didn't tell him a word.

"But... We told you that this is how it's going to end. She already got out of all the text groups we had, she doesn't follow you on Instagram... MJ told me you were there today and that she knew it." - Ned whispered. He was, naturally, sad as well. You were both his best friends. And it just didn't feel good, seeing his friends parting their ways.

"This is not what I need now, Ned." - Peter got out as he laid down with sobs.

[redmelon]

hurt (t.h)

summary: y/n has some pregnancy news to tell tom when he comes back from set, but things don’t seem to go to plan when tom also has some heartbreaking news to tell y/n aswell.

angst+fluff

(this is my first time writing a fanfic about tom, and my writings a bit rusty styl, but uno, show some love 🥺❤️<3)

i felt stupid, really fucking stupid but I had no other choice, he deserved to know. also I know that I couldn’t keep this secret for to long to myself.

my hands trembled a bit as a put down my beanie down a little more so it fully covered my ears. the winter air blew threw the night sky as I stood in front of ‘his’ house. the house that was once ‘ours’.

the house that I once lived in. I never thought I would see this house again, forget coming anywhere near it. It bought back millions of happy memories.

but most of all it bought back the memory of ‘that night’. the terrible fucking night, the night he told me he wasn’t in love with me any more. I remember’d it clearly....

I smiled widely looking around the apartment, pleased with myself. I straightened out my red silk tube dress and messed with the two beautiful promise rings that tom had given me for our 2 and 3 year anniversary. my bump wasnt really showing in the dress that I was wearing, since I was only 2 months along the line, and I could get away with it as belly fat. I slowly placed my hand on it as I felt small butterflies do mini flips, exciting me even more.

however, tonight was the night, it was the night I told tom about the happy news that I’d managed to keep in while he was on set for his new film. He’d came back a week ago and was acting pretty distance from me, but I think he just needed time to figure himself out from all the hard work he had been putting in for the new movie, and I understood that.

it was currently 8pm and I was waiting for him to get back from Harrison’s house, I’d text him a couple of times and he’d left me on seen, probably meaning that he was on his way back now. I was actually kind of nervous as impatiently tapping my acrylic nails against the table. I’d set up little plain balloons around the table, and even cooked his favourite dinner but there was still no sign from tom after an hour later.

I decided to call him as I softly placed phone to my ear to hear a few rings and for it to just go to voicemail. I bit the inside of my cheek not so sure now on when he’d come home.

2 hours past and I was started to get tired of sitting in the same place and wearing the heels that tightly hugged my sore feet. but what if just forgot, he’ll probably remeber, I did send him a couple of texts telling him to be here for tonight, if not then the boys will surely remind him.

another hour passed and I felt a warm tear slide down my cheek, my heart drowned a little knowing he’d definitely forgot and he wasn’t coming home tonight, I started to unstrap the little lock of my heels with a blurred vision as a I heard a sob escape from my mouth. I felt a little anger but it all dissolved into a little heartbreak when the tears ran freely again. I wiped my face with a makeup wipe and attempted to tie my hair back when the sound of the door opening interrupted me.

toms body tired body peered through whilst he walked inside purposely avoiding eye contact with me as if he didn’t even know that I was waiting at home for him for a couple to hours now. i instantly faced away trying to wipe away the tears, as if I hadn’t been crying for ages now.

i heard him sigh and place his keys on the counter, i turned around to see his elbows leaning on the marble surface and his face in his hands as If he was quite down aswell. my eyebrows scrunched in confusion as I wiped my nose with the end of my hoodie sleeve which I just put on over my dress.

“tom” I softly spoke taking a step towards him. his hair seemed to be all over the place as he constantly ran his hand through them. he faced up, his eyes red and puffy but held a stern look on his face. My heart broke a little seeing him like this, and all of a sudden all my anger was gone towards him and I just wanted to embrace him in a hug. But something at the back of my mind told me not to.

“what’s wrong.” i slowly said before trying to reach out to him which he quickly backed away from. instantly taken back, I backed my hands away from him. “did anything happen” I calmly said trying not to suddenly scare him.

“fuck y/n nothing happened, stop it for fucks sake” he said slamming his hand on the counter, clearly frustrated. i flinched a little stepping back, not being about to say anything. his not normally like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with him.

“tom, im only asking” I said calmly, “you just seemed a little off that’s why”

his eyes instantly shot up, “well the fuck, your not my mom, just leave me be, i don’t need ur reassurance twenty fucking seven now do i”

confused at his attitude, I breathed slowly trying to process why his acting like this in the first place.

“im your girlfriend tom! I may not be ur fucking mom but im ur girlfriend, and u got to try understand that I bloody care for you, and I want to know why the fuck my boyfriends been so distant and off with me for the last 2 weeks you absolute whack ass” I burst out.

he chuckled swaying his head back at me, before speaking up, “i want some time BY MYSELF, your always acting so clingy and it fucking annoys me, like there’s a thing called personal space the fuck. and I don’t even get that. EVERYTHING IS NOT BASED AROUND U YOU KNOW”

surprised at how quickly this was escalating u scoffed. he called u fuckimg clingy. but he can’t get it into his thick head that I care about him and I want to know why his being like this.

“CLINGY? FUCKING CLINGY? are u fucking kidding me tom. do u even know the definition is. THERES A DIFFERENCE between clingy and fucking caring and you obviously don’t get that, because I fuckimg care for u” the last bit getting a bit quiet as a tear rolls down my cheek. “your unbelievable” I quietly say trying not to break into sobs. I turned around heading for the stairs not wanting to escalate this further.

“for fuck sakes” he says a bit calmer, knowing he doesn’t like seeing u cry, it breaks his heart to see you hurt. “y/n” he speaks softly coming after you. “listen baby” he calmly grabbed on to ur arm which u couldn’t resist into pushing away. “baby” he whispered, “there’s something I need to let off my chest”

confusion hit you slowly but quickly. your eyes met his as he held ur hand drawing little circled on it. you wonder what he had to tell you, you decided if you should tell him about the baby, there’s never really going to be a right time and it was good for u to let off ur shoulders for once and all.

“me too” I softly spoke looking down while tears still blurred my eyes. I wiped them away facing back up. “you can go first” I told him.

he faced away pressing his lips together, heartbreak clearly written in his eyes.

“y/n” he said, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while now and I’ve never been able to let it out, because I was scared of ur reaction”

my heart raced up as I stared at his lips not ready for what he was going to say. I gulped a rock ball that had formed at the back of my throat.

until he stared back up at me and breathed heavily, like he’d plan the whole thing out in his head, before slowly whispering, “i don’t think this is going to work...”

my heart suddenly broke and my knees felt weak as I suddenly forgot everything that was happening around me. My head felt a weird heaviness and my breathing sped up, my eyes blurred with a cloudy mist as I lost focus on what was in front of me anymore. It was like everything had stopped. he wanted to leave me.....

and since then it’s been a month, I knew the news of me being pregnant would wreck him because his not in love with me anymore, but either way he deserved to know, after all he is the father of my baby.

my hands trembling I slowly rang the doorbell, my nerves heightning by the second. several questions swarmed my mind, ‘has he moved on?, ‘has he forgotten about me,?’

i heard a familiar voice shouting, “i’ll get it,”

then the door swung open with a happy looking tom, but his smile instantly faded when he saw me. his look was replaced with a stern one. it was like fire lit arrows shooting at me, my heart broke into small pieces.

“what are you doing here,” he asked me, his hands tightening on to the side of the door.

“i needed to talk to you,” i softly replied my voice barely audible, waiting for his response.

“y/n there’s nothing to talk about,” he sighed looking away for a second, almost having a look of frustration on his face.

i looked down at my feet trying to keep my self together.

“it’s really important and I thi—“ I was suddenly interrupted by an almost angry looking tom.

“goddamit y/n, if it’s about us, and why we broke up, well I think I’ve made that clear,” he stated,

i was taken back at his response and tried really heard not the break down,

“tom,” I said softly trying to keep my tears from flowing , “It’s not about us, it’s something else to do with us involved, and i know it’s going to be hard to believe, and that it’s really confusing but I—,” this time I was Interrupted by a female voice.

“baby who is it?, you’ve been at the door for like a while minute or something,” i heard her say.

babe. So his already moved on from me. i felt my heart collapse more and tears wore themselves into the back of my eyes. I slowly placed a hand over my chest to stop the heavy breathing before it started.

I stared into his eyes with hurt, but tried not to show it.

“it’s no-one, I’ll be there in a minute,” he shouted back.

“oh okay,” she replied, as the noise of tv came back on.

he turned back to face me, “what were you saying,” he asked, a bit calmer this time, he wasn’t angry this time a bit relaxed now.

i stared at him for a while realising how happy he must be in his new relationship, I didn’t want to ruin that, not at all.

“um, you know what, it doesn’t m-matter anymore,” I said putting up a wide realistic smile trying really hard to hold back my tears.

“oh okay,” he replied unaware of the fact of how much I was hurting right now and how confused I was with what to do. I thought he out of all people would be able to notice the pain behind my eyes, of how much I’ve cried over the last one month for this new confusing chapter that is about begin of my life and most of all for him.

“bye I suppose,” he said.

“yeah,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as I turned on my heel and sped to my car and when I was there, I let it all out. I let all my emotions out. it’s amazing how so fucking depressed, sad and alone you can feel from being the happiest girl alive.

it’s just unbelievable. I had no idea what to do or who to turn to help for. my parents had disowned me because I said I wanted to be in a relationship with tom and they’d said “no, honey, believe us when we say, when he becomes this big celebrity he won’t even turn to look at you, he’ll treat you like dirt,”

I didn’t listen to them and let them disown me just so I could be with tom.

and my friends. well they slowly drifted away from me as I started to spend a load of time with tom and more oftenly started going to different countries with him for his shooting.

there was my best friend larissa but she was away on holiday with her boyfriend, so I couldn’t possibly call her and tell her what’s happened. most of my friends didn’t want to be friends with me because they were just jealous I was dating Tom.

sure I had harrison. toms bestfriend and like a big brother to me, but I didn’t want to turn to him for help because his really close with tom and would probably tell him everything.

so basically I was alone with all these problems for myself to decide. alone to raise my baby myself. but this baby could bring me happiness, happiness I need in my life.

tears constantly rolled down my cheeks, my eyes probably big, red and puffy by now.

this baby was going to grow up without a father. this is not what I had planned out for my life but it is what it is. and if this is what my life’s going to be, then so be it.

without hesitation I wiped away my tears, and started my car engine. i’m going to do this. i’ve got be strong and do this, I rode away from his house and that night I left for another town in the country. I didn’t want to stay here any longer, for it to just bring back bad memories.

I wanted to start this new chapter of my life afresh. with new friends, new neighbours, my own little family and a nice small job.

but little did I know, things never went as planned.

~to be continued, part 2 coming soon.

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