#everything just feels like shit i feel so bad about myself i don't wanna leave the house

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Beginning to really wonder how much of my financial concern is manufactured and handed to me as opposed to something I'm genuinely concerned by

[afro-elf]

oh it's getting real bad lmaooooooo

[notascreepyasyouthink]

i am very depressed rn gotta vent in the tags

[love-hatred-stuff]

》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

[spencerreidsbookfairy]

you made me miserable

guys, this is short im sorry buuut i could make it up to you by writing the teams reaction to the songs?? fair deal? I think so

1 month.

It had been one month of no contact with Spencer. I've been declining his calls, hell i've even ignored him when i heard him knocking at my door thank god i wasn't at that level of popularity where paparazzi follows me everywhere. Hm. I wonder if his team has mocked me for that too. I can already imagine it, it's almost hilarious.

Anyway 

I've written three songs about him about them not because they won because i wanna humiliate them have the internet speculate who the songs are about (even though they'll never know its him) 

Some thoughts cross my mind as i begin to upload the tracks 

Am I being dramatic? I mean the internet has said worse, maybe i should sleep on it-

No

No no no y/n stop it your feelings are valid i think to myself. I impulsively upload the tracks to all websites 

Track 1 : snow angel

Track 2: lost cause 

Track 3: happier than ever.

The main parts of each song is the part i want him to hear, for example

Snow angel: I tried so hard

I came so far

I met a boy

He broke my heart

I blame him 'cause

It's easier

Track 2: lost cause 

I used to think you were shy

But maybe you just had nothing on your mind

Maybe you were thinkin' 'bout yourself all the time

I used to wish you were mine

But that was way before I realized

Someone like you would always be so easy to find

So easy (so easy)

He-hee, mm-mm-mm, mm

Gave me no flowers

Wish I didn't care

You'd been gone for hours

Could be anywhere

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Track 3 : happier than ever 

You call me again, drunk in your Benz

Driving home under the influence

You scared me to death, but I'm wasting my breath

'Cause you only listen to your fucking friends

I don't relate to you

I don't relate to you, no

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

You made me hate this city

And I don't talk shit about you on the internet

Never told anyone anything bad

'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything

And all that you did was make me fucking sad

So don't waste the time I don't have

And don't try to make me feel bad

I could talk about every time that you showed up on time

But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did

Never paid any mind to my mother or friends

So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid

You ruined everything good

Always said you were misunderstood

Made all my moments your own

Just fucking leave me alone

Now…was spencer ever driving drunk in his car??? No was he just sitting in his car drinking while he called you complaining about how he fucked up and misses me?? Yess

And now we wait.

[666writingcafe]

Level Six

Content Warning: sub!/needy!Lucifer antics ensue, possibly OOC?

It all ends in Lucifer's room.

Upon reaching his bedroom door, I notice a note taped to it. Reading it reveals that as soon as I enter the room, I must remain in there for thirty minutes. If I succeed, I'll earn my star.

I stick the note in my pocket, take a deep breath, and open the door. The sight that greets me makes me audibly gasp. Lucifer's wrists and ankles are tied to the bed, leaving him quite vulnerable to anything that wants to have their way with him. That, combined with the fact that he's naked and hard, tells me that this is going to be a long half-hour.

"MC." His voice is higher than usual, making him sound a bit whiny.

"Lucifer?" I walk up to the bed, resting my hand on the nearest post.

"Is this how you want me?"

"I mean, sometimes," I answer honestly. "I just want to be able to take care of you from time to time. You have so much on your plate, and you rarely get to relax."

"I suppose that's true." Lucifer sighs. "I'd be lying if I told you that I've never wanted to do something like this."

"Yeah, with Diavolo."

"With you," he corrects. He's never this candid with me. Not unless he's under the influence of something. Yet, when I question him about it, he tells me that he's completely sober.

I don't know who blushes more: me or Lucifer.

"Frankly, I'm surprised," I respond. "I didn't think you were the submissive type. Not willingly, anyway."

"Only with people I trust completely."

"I'd imagine that's a rather short list." He hums affirmatively.

"You're one of maybe five in my entire existence that I've felt comfortable sharing this with." I feel like my heart just leapt up my throat, making it impossible to speak. How in the world did I manage to do something like that? While I'm proving to be rather powerful, I'm still only a human.

"Quit it," he states.

"Quit what?"

"Thinking that you're unworthy. I don't make these kind of judgements lightly, MC. If I didn't think for a second that you'd be able to handle this appropriately, I wouldn't have agreed to indulge you in this particular way." His red eyes stare deep into mine, making me gulp. It reminds me that I'm dealing with the literal Avatar of Pride and not just some handsome guy off the street.

I have to distract myself. I can't give in now, not when I'm so close to completing this whole test.

I walk away from Lucifer, choosing to sit in his desk chair.

"MC, please." Ignoring him, I pick up one of the books off his desk and begin reading.

"MC!" Oh, he definitely sounds needy. And desperate. I take a deep breath, summoning as much self-control as I possibly can.

"No."

"Ple-ease!" Is he crying? "I wanna be your good boy so bad!" My hand grips harder on the book's spine. If he's acting, then he's nailing it.

"I can't." I hear him whimpering.

"Master, please." Oh shit. He's going there. "Give me an order. I'll do anything you ask me to." Glancing up from my book reveals a wide-eyed, flushed, and panting Lucifer. He looks so pretty right now.

How much time has passed?

"I would under any other circumstances, but not now."

"Whyyyy?!"

"Because I'd fail this part of the test." I try to focus my attention back on the book, but I hear Lucifer struggling against his restraints.

"Behaving like a brat isn't going to get you what you want, Lucifer." I'm surprised the thought escapes my mouth.

"I don't care. I need you, Master. I'll be so good for you."

"You're not being good right now." Would Asmo and Solomon consider this cheating? I hope not. I'm just trying to distract Lucifer--and myself--until the thirty minutes is up.

"If you untie me, I'll give you everything you ever dreamed of."

"Tempting, but no." His subsequent whining slowly turns into white noise, and I'm actually able to focus on the book. Not that I'll remember anything that I'm reading, but as long as I'm able to block out Lucifer, then I should be able to pass.

Suddenly, I hear a timer go off, indicating that the thirty minutes are up. I'm hesitant to move, though. Knowing Solomon, he's hoping to lure me into a false sense of security and then ding me for giving into my desires. Just out of curiosity, I start the stopwatch on my D.D.D. and continue reading.

Sure enough, another half hour has passed by the time Solomon enters the room. Waving his hand, he summons a sheet to cover Lucifer's naked form before walking over to me.

"I must say, I'm impressed, MC," he tells me as I close the book and set it back on Lucifer's desk. "I thought for sure you would have fallen for that." I shake my head.

"I figured it was a trap." Solomon smiles.

"Hold out your hand." Once I do, he causes the star of chastity to appear on the magical crest. He then guides me out of the room and gently shuts the door.

"Who's going to untie Lucifer?" I ask.

"The same person that tied him."

Taglist: @lost-in-time-wanderer, @fuzztacular, @dianedancer18, @sweetbrier2908, @flare-love, @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf, @thunderlightning351, @l3v1chan

[dbnightingale24]

You Didn't Have To Say Yes...

A Pete Brenner Love Story

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My first Patreon story!! I decided that Pete needs a love story, cause I feel like he gets shit on a lot. He's not a bad guy, he just has some...bad habits.

Thank you to everyone for your patience (once again), and I hope you all enjoy! As always, thank you to @fuckingbye for my amazing moldboard! I love it and I love you! I wrote this in a week (I don't know what's going on with my brain as of late), and I'm really excited for it!

Word Count: 49,380

Warnings: Pete Brenner, Smut, MINORS DNI 18+, Swearing, Daddy Kink, Drinking, Smoking, Drug Use, Angst, Self Hate, Semi-Public Sex (fingering), Open Marriage (Toxic Relationship), Abuse, Fluff, Family Drama, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Abortion ...I think that's it? I'm pretty sure I covered all the bases...yeah

Songs That Inspired This Chapter: If You're Feeling Down, I Just Wanna Make You Happier Baby

Summary: Pete Brenner is perfectly fine with everyone continuing he's a selfish piece of shit. That is, until you walked into his life, and turned everything upside down.

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I do not give consent/permission for my stories/works to be posted elsewhere. I do not condone this type of behavior, this is for entertainment purposes only.

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“C’mon, give me a smile,” Pete beams, his words tailing a slight slur as you make someone else’s Manhattan.

“I think it’s time for you to go, Mr. Brenner,” you giggle dismissively, flipping your hair and shaking up the cocktail mixer.

“I wonder how much sweeter my name would sound if you were underneath me,” he grins and lifts his eyes at you. You ignore the heat in the pit of your stomach, not wanting to surrender to his smarmy charm.

Pete Brenner doesn’t give up easily, you’ll give him that. 

“I’m sure your wife is happy that you’re always here, trying to bring me home instead of spending time with her,” you nod with a glance towards his left hand. A waitress comes over, picking up the next round of drinks.

“I’ve told ya, she has her fun and I have mine.”

“Cause that’s what every woman loves to hear. Woo me even more, Brenner,” you laugh, turning around and getting started on the next drink.

“Your ass looks amazing in those shorts.”

You laugh as you call over your shoulder, “I’m ordering you a cab.”

“I can take myself,” he mutters with an exasperated sigh. You know he’s pulling out his wallet, frustrated that you’re not leaving with him again.

“We go through the same motions every time, Pete. I don’t want you driving home drunk.”

“You refuse to sleep with me, but you care about my well being? I think you’re finally startin’ to warm up to me.”

“I don’t sleep with married men, Pete. Find a new dream to chase. You know the drill, the cab will be here in ten.”

Pete Brenner came stumbling into your life about a year and a half ago, and he’s been a character since day one. He was down on his luck, drinking until he could barely stand, refusing help from anyone, always ending with the same mantra every night:

“I’ve made this fucking far on my own, I can make it to my own fucking house!”

No matter how much you pushed, he wouldn’t accept help from you. He always refused service from everyone except you. At first he didn’t say anything, he just watched you and let his eyes roam over your body. He never said out loud that he wanted you, but he didn’t exactly go out of his way to hide it either. He was so obvious he never needed to say it explicitly. The glint of his gold wedding band always caught your attention under the sparkling lights of the nightclub, but seeing as he spent every night there until closing, you didn’t think it made much of a difference.

Until one night, eight months ago.

“There she is! My favorite girl!” he beamed, a cocky smile cemented on his lips.

The woman sauntering next to him didn’t seem to think too highly of the nickname he called you. 

“I’ll take a bourbon, and this sweet little thing next to me will have a Strawberry Daiquiri,” he told you, though his eyes never left your chest.

“Oh? Wedding anniversary?” you half smiled as you tried to put on your workplace happy face even though you mentally thought to yourself ‘he can’t be that sleazy to bring her to this dump on their wedding anniversary.’

“Got a new job, sweetheart,” he smirked. You didn’t miss the mischievous shine in his eyes in the club’s half light.

He was a bold mother fucker to bring his wife along just to flirt with you in plain view of her. Not many men had that much audacity when it came to you. 

“I’m Y/N,” you offered with a smile.

You genuinely pitied the woman.

“Tina,” she responded with a plastic smile.

Big boobs, micro-waist, big fake blonde hair, and Pete had ordered her a strawberry daiquiri. She fit the description of most “Tina’s” that came into the club. However, the large rock on her ring finger was nothing to scoff at.

“Oh, don’t pout, honey,” Pete taunted her. “This is what you wanted, right? Me to get a brand new important job and show you off? That’s what you’ve been bitchin about for months, isn’t it? So smile, would ya? You got ya wish.”

Someone was feeling prickly that night.

“First round of drinks are on the house. Congrats, Pete,” you smiled as you set both drinks down.

“Keep ‘em comin’, sweetheart,” he winked at you, handing you a hundred.

While it may have not been anything new to you (Pete always tipped generously), Tina’s eyes went wide and you didn’t miss the way her cheeks burned and blushed with anger.

You wanted to stay as far away from them as the night allowed.

You happily took shots with some of your regulars as the night went on and evened out. Your friends started showing up for their shifts, which helped your sour mood from earlier in the day (even though your ex-fiancee showed up outside of your apartment to harass you yet again). The more you drank, the more you started to dance along with the music; which meant Pete couldn’t keep his gaze off you.

“Why are you single?” Pete asked once his wife got up to go to the bathroom.

“You don’t strike me as the cruel type, Mr. Brenner,” you grinned as you made him another drink.

“Curiosity doesn’t equate to cruelty.”“You’re still here with your wife.”

“She’s in the bathroom.”

“Why’d you bring her tonight?”

“You heard me, this is what she wanted,” he cynically scoffed.

“They’re a lot nicer clubs than this one.”

“Can’t all be that nice if you don’t work there, sweetie.”

You both looked at each other for a moment before you heard, “Darlin’!” coming from the other end of the bar.

“Comin’ Charlie,” you laughed, breaking the stare with him, and shook your head. You used the bar to push yourself off away, down to it’s other end while Pete sipped the last of his remaining drink.

You didn’t need glasses to see that Pete Brenner was an attractive man, and he was important...well, he did his best to imply his importance (as if it would get him far with you). You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t thought about going a few rounds with him in the bedroom, but you didn’t sleep with married men. 

No matter how hard they tried, you had a set of both personal and professional rules that you abided by.

For the rest of the night, you stayed away from Pete and his wife unless they needed a refill. It was almost as if Tina was trying to make him regret his choice of celebration because she was throwing back her drinks like they were water. The night went smoothly enough, nevertheless, until you went outside for a smoke break.

“You should really quit those things,” came the voice of the last man you wanted to see or hear from.

“What do you want, Mark?”

“I come in peace, Sweet Thing,” he laughed, putting his hands up.

You’d always hated the nickname.

“Didn’t get enough arguing this morning? What else could you possibly have to say?” you questioned while you exhaled your frustration.

“You know you miss me, baby.”

“I miss the peace I had in my life before I met you.”

“You’re still working at this dump?”

“I have bills to pay.”

“You know I’d be more than happy to take care of you.”“Don’t want it. Nor do I want anything from you,” you snapped with a growl.

“Yet you drove yourself here in the car I bought for you,” he sneered, nodding in the direction of where the car was parked.

“Take the fucking car back then, Mark. If it means you’ll leave me the fuck alone, take back every single thing you ever gave me.”

Snickering, he made his way to you and grabbed your arm saying,“don’t be bitter when I know just how sweet you’re capable of being.”

With a scoff, you threw down your cigarette and bludgeoned it, “fuck this.”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going? Enough with the goddamn attitude, Sweet Thing-”

“Let me go!”

“You’re coming with me-”

“Let her go!” you heard Pete yell as he quickly made his way over to you, leaving his wife to stumble to their car all alone.

She looked slack jawed from Pete to you, before her stare turned venomous and settled on you. It’s just what you needed on top of everything else; his prized Barbie play-toy thinking you were fucking her husband. 

Great.

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[yoke9494]

Me,U, Your brother, &Your Forehead.. (Ran Haitani/F.reader)

*Au-.. ish?

*FIRST TEASE REQUEST!! (Wattpad)

*Slight NSFW/ Cockblock Rindou.

*Drug use

*Crack on crack.

*Never proof read! Live dangerously!

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Living next to the Haitani's had its ups and downs.

Downs included: Waking up from a much needed nap or dead sleep to hear Rindou on his DJ set. He was good but honestly, not "Oh cool! We're partying at 3am?" good. Not really "I have a mad hangover but keep playing!" good..

Other times you'd hear a bunch of thuds and Ran yelling. Throwing a fit about not getting his way or throwing dudes around... Well you hoped it was dudes? Not some poor girl getting her guts liquidified.

Rip..

And don't get me started on all the sketchy shit they have going on in their house..

But they weren't all too bad you guessed. Sure they were loud, nosey, a little mean.

But the good part was..

"What are you doing outside? Looking all sad and shit."

You rolled your eyes at the sleepy purple ones staring you down. You had tried to hide from everyone. Curling up in the hammock in back of your house--  just to get some air, some time to think..

But somehow it was always Ran who sniffed you out... Especially when he wanted something.

Shrugging you let out a sigh. "Just sitting. What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be asleep like always?"

Ran copied you. "Can't sleep." He eyed your slouched figure. Hunchback of Notre Dame looking ass, but he noticed you weren't in your usual homeless wear today-- you looked nice?.. Oh Right! "Hey, wait! I thought you had a date today? That one nerdy guy with the lame glasses?"

You knew who he was talking about and you fought the urge to throw something. "Ugh. A bust... Turns out guys who get good grades and act charming can be assholes too."

That was a shame... Ran had high hopes for that one. (Not really ) "Wanna come over and smoke? Rindou's out-- we can play in his room."

Tempting...

Though any other girl would take that sexually you knew better. Rindou had all the cool gadgets and shit in his space. He didn't let you or Ran touch ANYTHING since you both broke everything you laid your eyes on.

Fuck it..

"Sure."

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The thick smoke swirled around in the air, making pretty white sheer shapes. The pungent smell of weed seeped into every fiber and surface in Rindou's poor room.

Oops, guess you two forgot to open a window.

After the second joint was lit you and Ran couldn't focus on anything. Not Rins DJ set, not the video game console, not even his laptop that was playing some movie in a language you both didn't know.

Your body was light, your head quiet. All the stress of the day just melted away. Your eyes felt heavy and you were starving! It's a good thing you and Ran had a plate of Chicken between you... While you both laid on the floor.

How did you end up there with a plate of chicken? No fucking idea.. One of you must have fell or laid down. Then the other joined..

Where did the chicken come from? Hell if you knew.. And Ran didn't know either. When did he leave the room to make them? Did he buy it? Where was his wallet?

Ran didn't even remember getting up and making the snack-- did you? You should because you were standing right next to him..

Either way they were warm and the meat was juicy. The best fucking chicken you've had in you life! All crispy and shit..

"What was I saying?"

What? Was he talking? Oh shit-- you were too busy mouth fucking this chicken.

"Uh--"

Ran gasped. "Oh yeah! So yeah. I didn't hit it.."

Oh now you remember! He was trying to make you feel better about your failed date by telling you his.

You shook your head. "Why not? I mean, I don't clam slam myself but she's fucking hot! I'd try the chowder if it was her."

Ran snorted. "She had clitter glitter."

You made a face at the ceiling. "What now?"

Ran took a slow bit out of his chicken. With a full mouth. ".... toilet paper. There were pieces of toilet paper in her coochie down to the crack. It gave me the ick so I made an excuse to leave. Said Rindou was stuck in the dryer.. She actually bought it!"

The laugh you let out. it probably made the windows shake. "You're shitting me?!"

Ran smiled and shook his head no. The proudest look on his face that he actually pulled some shit like that off. "Nope. That girl has the body of a porn star but the brains of a jellyfish. I'd probably have to bubble wrap her if we ever got drunk or high together. I don't want to babysit."

You nodded like you understood what he was saying. No you weren't judging Ran's choice in girls, you really couldn't. Sure he liked girls who were basically walking fuck toys. But you were no better-- You liked guys who were well off academically. You sure as hell weren't.. But if you ever tried to have them partake in your lifestyle? You'd be babysitting too.

...Turns out you both sucked at picking them. They always turned out to be the same-- a waste of time

"Any whoodle toaster strudel-- Say something babe.... You being all quiet is making me paranoid."

Oh shit.. "My bad." You slowly opened your eyes. You hadn't really noticed that you closed them and started drifting off with a half eaten chicken wing in your hand.

You looked up at the ceiling..

Mean purple eyes stared back at you... It sent a shock of fear up your back and you gasped while trying to make the floor swallow you up to hide you from the evil one..

Ran twitched beside you. He was slowly falling asleep too. "What?!"

You saw a blur of blonde and teal. 'Just looking all mad this one..' "Uh...I think Rindou's home."

Ran hummed from his spot. "Oh shit. We should get out of here before he sees us."

You smiled while Rindou scoffed and nudged his brother with his foot. "What the fuck are you guys going in here?! Getting your greasy ass finger prints on my shit!"

Ran sat up. "Oh shit! Grab the children and run!"

Children? Did he mean the fuckin chicken?..

You watched Ran run out (more like stumble out) with the plate of chicken and only one braid still holding on. He yelled after you. "To my room bitch!"

You snorted at the sight. Then it hit you-- you looked at Rindou. "Did that 5 headed hoochie call me a BITCH?"

Rindou nodded but then pointed to the hall. "Out. Before I pop out your joints from their sockets."

You grumbled and rolled before getting up. You grabbed his hand and placed the half eaten wing in it. "For your troubles." Then walked (Ran--stumbled) out.

Rindou rolled his eyes and threw it in his trashcan. "What an idiot.."

-----------

When you walked into Ran's room he was waiting for you on his bed. The window was finally open and let in a cool breeze.

He clicked his tongue when you fell face first into his bed. If this mattress could talk.. There would probably be a few cum stains yelling. "Paapaaa." "Papaa Ran, hold me."

You would normally shoot up and go home to scrub yourself raw-- IF you were sober. But right now.. you were getting tired.

Ran cleared his throat. "So I was thinking--"

You cut him off. "Did it hurt?"

He pushed your head into his mattress a little deeper. But you could hear the smile in his words. "Shut up."

You snorted and motioned for him to go on with your hand.

He took a second but eventually spit it out. "Why don't we just date?"

"Huh?" You turned to see Ran in your bubble. You pushed his face away. "Act like your hairline Haitani and back up a couple inches."

Ran deadpanned. "I'm serious."

You laughed. "Hell no."

He seemed hurt. "Why not?"

You gave him a droll look. "Why not? Why NOT?! You're not boyfriend material Ran."

He held his hands over his heat. Fake ass.. "Ouch! I'm hurting. Kiss me to make it better."

...Oh.

You scoffed. "Damn it Ran! You're just horny. I'm going home."

He stopped you before you could even get up. "No. Seriously.. What's wrong with dating me? You know what you're getting into, you know I'm an asshole already. You already know what kind of person I am and the shit I'm into and I know what kind of person you are. It makes sense right?"

You scrunched up your nose. "That's the problem. We're too much alike. We'll probably fight everyday."

He shook his head and smiled. "So? At least we'll be able to mad fuck after. I last longer when I'm mad."

That was a joke.. he could go on for hours! *Snort*

You were about to tell him to fuck off.

"Just one kiss. If you feel nothing I won't bring it up again. I just wanna see."

It was probably just the weed talking. It couldn't have been that Ran secretly had a thing for you.. nooo. Not that.. It wasn't because he was fed up with watching you waste time on little pussies when he was right there. Just waiting for you to be his.. No it wasn't the weed that gave him enough confidence to do what he's been thinking about.

And it must be the weed that kept you on Ran's bed...

It's the weeds fault you didn't tell him "No." when he asked to kiss you again. And it was the weeds fault you kept on going.-- totally not the way you actually felt comfortable around Ran, and it's not like you found him kinda attractive either..

He was just a friend-- You were his friend--- You both were bad at lying. Couldn't even convince yourselves..

Your mind was buzzing. But so was your body.. and no. It wasn't a bad feeling.

The kiss was sweet and slow. The complete opposite of what you and Ran were really like. You both tried to hide it-- but again, you knew one another so why bother?!

+++++

Underwear was the only modestly you and Ran had on right now. You were pretty sure you ripped his shirt in two-- that's okay. Your bra was fucked too.

It's funny.. You both had gotten high and drunk together hundreds of times. You've hung out just for the hell of it, hell you even napped together sometimes! Why did you both wait so long to do this?

Your back arched when Ran's fingers curled deep inside you. His thumb drawing tight figure eights on your slippery clit.

Rindou was in the next room.. Poor guy-- Ran shut you with a sloppy kiss. Teeth clanking and tongues rolling. But in reality, he didn't want his little brother to hear the sounds that were only meant for him. He was the most greedy out of the two anyway.

Geez possessive already?

He couldn't help it. His dick was hard and up against your thigh. It hasn't even felt the squeeze of your soft walls yet and he was losing his mind. Should he be embarrassed of all the pre cum that soaked though his underwear and onto your skin? Probably-- but your pussy around his fingers made his brain slower than the weed ever could.

He let out a groan when your cunt began to flutter and grip at his fingers. Your thighs began to twitch and you nails dug into the skin of his arm and back before your tried to push him away.

He's heard stories... That's probably why he wanted you so bad but-- (That's what he told himself..)

His speed picked up and he pushed against that soft spot deep inside everytime he shoved his fingers in. He wanted to keep you quiet but found himself lost in the way you sounded.. The way his name came out, a tone of pleasure-- desperation, instead of annoyance.

He could get used to this..

You let out a pornographic like moans that he began to mock but quickly they became real and breathy just like yours.

Clear liquid began to gush out of you and Ran's never been so happy to have his mattress ruined.

He couldn't wait anymore. His cock was stiff and beginning to hurt. Your underwear was yanked off from the middle of your legs. His was already gone..

You felt a little shy while he spread you wider for him. He was just staring..

"What? I have clitter glitter too?"

He smiled. "You're glittering with something else. I don't really wanna waste it."

Before you could ask.

His face was between your thighs. Your fingers tangled in his hair. That braid that was hanging on for dear life gave up it's battle long ago. You hardly saw him with his hair down, but it was doing something to you..

Especially when he looked up and groaned into your pussy. Like he was a starved man and eating his very last meal all at the same time.

He finally came up for air. "Can I fuck you now?"

You shrugged. "Sure. I'm just here enjoying my time until you man up and shove it in."

Ran wanted to argue but he was getting desperate.( he wasn't going to tell you that.) But he did tell himself you were just as needy. Especially since you were quick to wrap your legs around him when he climb up.

One more kiss-- Ran hissed when he lined himself up to your entrance. His head was the only inches he had in-- why were you still so tight? What was wrong with you?

He was going to have to shove himself in. Eh, he'd feel bad about it later---

+++++

Ran's room door swung open...

Rindou walked in. He didn't even seem bothered that you literally threw Ran off of you and covered yourself with his bedsheets.

Ran was so red! Rindou wanted to laugh but held it in.

"What the fuck Rin?! I'm going to beat your ass!"

He ignored his brother and looked at you. "So, quick question. You think having a bubble machine at one of my gigs is a good move or?"

..... Was he fucking serious? Your high was dying a bit-- Did you really almost fuck Ran? WTF?

You shook your head and leaned back on his headboard. "Uh.. What?"

Rindou rolled his eyes while Ran was just flabbergasted. Were you really answering Rindou's stupid questions.

"Bubbles? I was asked if I could DJ at some rave."

You let out a little "oh.." before you perked up. "A rave you say? What kind of bubbles? Because if I were you, I'd get some neon colored solution so it would look trippy under the black lights."

You two began to talk like Ran wasn't naked on the floor and you weren't naked in his bed.

(Rin) "Wanna go with me?"

You tilted your head. "Seriously?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

You liked to dance.. "When?"

He took out his phone. "In like an hour. You can be my dancer and be with me on stage if you want?"

"Oh hell yeah!" Both brothers blinked when you ran out to go get ready. You didn't bother to get dressed or anything! Just wrapped up in Ran's sheets and out the back door.

Rin was the first to break out of his perverted thoughts. Since Ran still had his pants around his ankles. He could use this opportunity..

Rindou stepped up to his big brother. Wearing his stupid smirk.. "Are you mad?"

Hell yeah he was! But Rindou didn't let him say shit.

"I bet you're mad.. But you know what? Do you remember a few summers back? We were bored out of our minds, then suddenly a big orange moving van pulled up?."

Ran was gritting his teeth. "What?-- orange van? The only time we've seen one was when Y/n moved in next door."

Rindou scoffed. " Looks like you haven't completely smoked out your brain. But remember when she stepped out of her parents car? What did I say?-- I called dibs.."

Ran stood up and pulled up his pants. "I don't know what you're talking about. And I don't care. Get over here so I can bash your face in."

Rindou stepped back and smiled. He was mocking Ran by shaking his finger in his face. "Ah ah.. If you hit my face she'll ask what happened. I'll tell her you did it. She won't talk to you for a good while."

He was right... You always gave him shit and told him to be nicer to Rindou. He protected his baby brother all the time. They were together all the fucking time. How was that being mean?!

Instead of the face Rindou got a good punch to the gut. It had so much force that it actually hurt a little to pee..

Eh, to Rindou-- it was all worth it.. Especially since he had you next to him all night.

[rpmemes-galore]

Sabrina Carpenter : emails i can’t send fwd album ... sentence starters

"Don't say sorry, now."

"Oh, you're so vicious."

"It was all so innocent."

"I can't read your mind."

"You miss me? No duh."

"You want me? I'm done."

"And if I do, then I blame you."

"Why you gotta be so vicious?"

"So why do you look so happy?"

"I like the way you like to laugh."

"Bet you wanna touch me, now."

"I've quietly carried your burden."

"Everyone thinks you're an angel."

"You're lucky I'm a private person."

"I get nice guys and villainize them."

"Oh, so you can reply, just to not me."

"And thanks to you, I can't love right."

"Were you lyin' to me and the family?"

"I still make excuses for you constantly."

"I'll drive you home, you drive me crazy."

"One year, ten thousand bad moments."

"Say it's hard, but you make it look easy."

"There’s no hiding from the thought of us."

"When I saw you cry, I didn't handle it well."

"You wanna discuss? Ugh, you disgust me."

"Oh, so you do have a type and it's not me."

"Yeah, I say I'm done, but I'm still confused."

"Your signals are mixed, you act like a bitch."

"And I tried to look for the best in the worst."

"Your corner in my mind is well-established."

"I wish we stayed just like we were up there."

"Didn't think about it when you let me down."

"But like, fuck me, that caused a commotion."

"I can't help myself when you get close to me."

"Tell me who I am, guess I don't have a choice."

"And God, I love you, but you're such a dipshit."

"I'm not catastrophizing, everything's derailing."

"It's times like these, wish I had a time machine."

"You're not my friend and, baby, you never were."

"Give me a second to forget I evеr really meant it."

"You don't feel remorse, you don't feel the effects."

"He's good for my heart, but he's bad for business."

"After the aftermath, I know you'll be coming back."

"Tell me I was more than just a decent opportunity."

"Don't think I'll find forgiveness as fast as mom did."

"You're good at impersonating someone who cares."

"Don't make me cuss you out, why'd you let me down?"

"Without you here, I don't know what to do with myself."

"I feel so much lighter, like a feather, with you off my mind."

"Or maybe I believed in all your lies, 'cause I believed in you."

"If I fall in love with all my problems, will they leave me, too?"

"'Cause you don't think you hurt me if you wish me the best."

"I'm too late to be your first love, but I'll always be your favorite."

"I think he's onto me every time I say I'm over that son of a bitch."

"I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me."

"If I could convince him, if he doesn't see it, then maybe it doesn't exist."

"But now you're takin' up my nights. Never been so glad to be so tired."

"How am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure?"

"Well, this was really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime."

"You say that you need to be alone, but night and day, want me at your beck and call."

"And everyone thinks you're an angel... But shit, I would probably use different wording."

[dj-spiderman]

I had a really bad day today. Like absolutely shit day. I would love some hurt-to-comfort fic.

I have this thing where as soon as I starts to have a break down I try to think logically as to why I shouldn't be having one and ultimately decide that it's useless and stupid so I stop

I would like just the scene of the reader having a break down, and just crying while looking emotionless or even smiling and then just sighing and saying "i don't have time for this" and completely stops crying. The character (you can decide) sees this and is completely thrown off guard.

The character obviously asks if everything is alright and tge reader is confused as to why he asked, obviously he has to be. The character just comforts the reader, cradling him in their arms and acting like they are a little kitten who was left out in the rain, and the reader starts crying again because he hasn't been comforted in a long time

So please end it with fluff where they cuddle (reader being the little spoon)

Please don't stress yourself too much, I don't know how stressful it is to write, but I oftne read some pots to net be rude to creators, and I don't want to be rude. So thank you in advance

YOU DESERVE A BREAK

- Peter B x M!reader

- Genre: comfort!!

- A/N: I hope your day gets better!! I have a similar thing when it comes to breakdowns where I get into it, but then see something funny and completely forget or just tell myself that it’s not the right time. Anywho, it’s short, sadly, but full of some sweet sweet comfort.

You and Peter has been in your dimension, you had been frustrated the whole day, trying not to breakdown. Of course, you couldn’t help it once you lost a game you were almost winning. The tears welling up in your eyes and your breaths growing to stutter as you try and hold it all back. Telling yourself it was a stupid reason to cry.

It took a minute before you were back to your normal cocky self, but Peter couldn’t shake it off.

He had just seen you breakdown before going back as if nothing happened. That couldn’t have been healthy, and so, he paused the game. Setting down his controller as he turned to face you with a look of pure concern.

“You alright?” He asked, earning a look of confusion from yourself.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be..?” Your head tilted lightly.

“You seem stressed.. do you wanna… talk about it?” Peter offers, holding his arms open awkwardly.

Something seemed to snap in your head, tears welling up again as you scramble into his grasp. Your soft cries and shaking body being soothed by the other. Reassuringly cooing and speaking.

“It’s okay.. I’ve got you, you’re alright…” there’s no pressure to speak. No need to at the moment. He’s content just holding you while you cry. “You’ve done such a good job today, you deserve a break..” he hums, resting his chin atop your head, gently rocking your bodies.

You find yourself calming in his grasp, lying your head against his chest. Listening to the pulse of his heart, eyes half lidded as you feel yourself drifting.

“That’s it, you’re okay… you deserve some rest. I’ll keep you safe.. no one will bug you.” He chuckles lightly, stroking your hair back and wiping some spare tears from your eyes.

You lean into the warm touch, finally allowing for your eyes to close and body to relax. All previous stress leaving your mind as you accept the comfort provided.

Maybe you did deserve a break..

[sturnsdc]

MERLE

pair: Carl Grimes x fem!YN Dixon

synopsis: when the group leaves Merle on that roof, Yn must face one of her biggest fears, however, Carl is there to protect her and make her feel special. 

“You are special, Yn. You deserve to feel this way, and as long as we're together i'll try to remind you of that as much as i can”.

warnings: angst, typical TWD scenes, fools in love, violence, mentions of death, fight, comfort, fluff

era: (S1)

words: 5k

A/N: i want this to be a whole series called "feel special" like the song, just give me some time T-T

btw, Yn at one point is mentioned as someone who can draw decently, but don't worry too much about that, it's just for this one shot, that's all!!

and both Yn and Carl are in their 15s

dividers from: @cafekitsune ! ♡

YN POV

being the Dixons' half-sister, i knew i would get looks, maybe even a few bad words. It was daily bread in the past, so logically it would happen again in the middle of an apocalypse.

when we found the people from the camp, i was afraid that they would kick us out for Merle's bad behavior, and i knew that it wouldn't matter much if Daryl and i told him something, Merle Dixon under the influence of some drug would never know where to stop.

luckily, some kids at camp accepted me anyway, as was the case with Sophia and Carl, while the other kids, like their parents, stayed away from us. Sometimes that hurt, but at the end of the day Daryl and Merle always said that most of them probably wouldn't make it very far in this situation, and that i shouldn't worry so much about what they think of me. I would make it, many of them wouldn't. Of course they said it in a much crueler way, but i know what the point of every conversation is.

i must be strong, not weakened by looks or comments.

it's been three months since everything went to shit, i still can't get used to this new life. It scares me to think that i could lose one of my brothers when they go out hunting or looking for something for other people. Carl is the one who has to put up with me, all anxious and walking around the place, trying to occupy myself with something to turn my mind off.

Carl is what i would call a best friend, always walking by my side, even sneaking into my tent when Daryl and Merle are away, so he can comfort me and not let me fall asleep crying and terrified. He tells me bedtime stories, says that's all he remembers from the comics he had at home, or sometimes he even reads me the comics he managed to bring with him in a backpack.

sometimes he asks me if i wanna read one of his comics, but i just tell him that i prefer him to read them to me before going to sleep. The truth is that i don't know how to read, and i'm deeply ashamed of it. My old life at home was too complex, and i tried hundreds of times, Daryl and Merle know this better than anyone, but my patience was never on my side and i always ended up throwing away the books i had stolen to practice. I'm terrified of the possibility of him finding out about that, i don't want him to think badly of me, or my family, i don't want him to look at me like the other kids.

today is another one of those days where i had to stay at camp, i wanted to accompany Daryl hunting, but a few days ago i went with Merle and ended up with a cut on my left hand, so Daryl made me stay this time until he's sure im ready again. Merle, for his part, went on a mission with some members of the group. On one hand i was happy that he wanted to collaborate, that until i saw that one of his bags of drugs was missing and i knew it would cause problems for them.

“come on Y/n! Carl said the last one to arrive would be the one to catch the others” Sophia was pulling my arm, laughing. I laughed too when i saw her trip and almost fall face down on the ground, that's what happened to her because she was looking back instead of worrying about the floor.

“i can be last, you know i'm faster, i'll catch you” i scoffed, receiving a dirty look from her, although she continued laughing until we arrived with Carl, Lori had just finished cutting his hair, so just now we could play.

“it's not fair! she's the fastest of us, Sophie” Carl complained when he saw us arrive, i just looked at the girl with a face that said 'i told you so', to which she just rolled her eyes.

“anyway, she won't be able to catch me, i swear” Sophia said.

“by the way, ya' look adorable with short hair” I said in a lower tone so that the girl wouldn't hear us, i saw his face turn red, but before answering Sophia complained, so Carl decided to just start the game.

i gave them a few seconds to start running. I had acquired my speed after so many years of going hunting with people like my brothers, and after various small thefts. When i felt it was enough i started running after them, Carl first. It took me just a little time when i had already touched his back. Sophia kept running towards the goal, which was a tree we had marked the first time we played, the one furthest from the start. She improved a lot in these months, she had become very fast, but not fast enough, so i managed to catch her quite close to the finish line, making her scream dramatically for having lost.

“i told ya', sweetheart, i'm the fastest of the three of us,” I scoffed, hearing Carl laugh right behind us.

however, the moment was interrupted when we heard the sound of a car not far from the camp. It was very loud, which scared me deeply, i heard Shane and Dale talking/screaming, apparently it was a car that didn't belong to us, but it was coming straight towards us. When it arrived, Glenn got out of it, Amy was the first to approach, repeatedly asking for her sister while Shane yelled at the boy to turn off the loud noise of the car. I looked at Carl who was next to me, he looked just as scared as me, and his mom, Lori, was hugging him tightly.

my mind activated again, 'where's Merle?', 'is he safe?', i felt the air leave my body as i considered the scenarios, i didn't even hear what Glenn said to the blonde. Shortly after, a truck arrived, everyone got out of it, except him, except Merle. I felt Carl looking at me, but i could only focus on the strong beating of my heart, on my blocked ears and my trembling hands.

he has to get off that truck.

he's fine, he always is.

“w-where's Merle?” My voice sounded low and trembling, and i was afraid that they wouldn't hear me but they did. It was then that Andrea answered me from her sister's arms.

“he was being a jerk, he was on drugs and he was a threat to everyone, our new friend took care of the situation, i'm sorry” even though i know she wasn't sorry, she always hated Merle.

"new friend?" I heard Shane ask, but i couldn't concentrate on the rest, because i fell to my knees at the same time Carl escaped from his mother's arms to run into the arms of an unknown man.

i started to cry without being able to stop it, it was the first time i cried in front of someone other than Carl or my family, but there i was, feeling like part of my world was falling apart.

'how would i tell Daryl?', 'he won't want to stay in this place, we'll have to leave'

“it's his sister,” I heard Carl say to the man quietly, but i didn't think anything about it until a body stood in front of me. It was that man.

“hey, uh, i'm Rick Grimes, i'm sorry about what happened to your brother…”

"is he dead?" I interrupted him.

"i... don't know"

"what are ya' talking about? he's dead or not, how do you not know?” then i raised my head to look at him. Carl really looks like his dad, especially in his eyes.

“i left him handcuffed on a roof, we don't know if he's still alive…”

“ya' just handcuffed my brother on a roof and left him there? what the hell!?" i interrupted him again.

“look, i don't know if this helps, but i dropped the key to the handcuffs, and when i realized i had to go, i managed to put a chain on the door, and not many of those cretins go up the stairs, so the door won't break. He should still be alive” T-Dog spoke this time.

i felt too weak to respond to that, so i simply nodded, feeling a pair of arms wrap around me in a hug. It was Carl. i couldn't reciprocate, i just rested my head on his shoulder, feeling how the entire weight of the situation fell on me.

i hid my face in his neck while he caressed my back. I cried as much as my strength allowed, and when he felt i was calming down he helped me get up.

“'s okay Carl, ya' should spend time with yer dad, i'll be in ma' tent” i told him, with my voice completely broken by crying a few minutes ago “thank ya' for staying with me, i'll be fine, come on” I saw the expression on his face. He hesitated, so i grabbed him by the shoulders, forcing him to walk to his father, and before he could turn to see me i had already headed towards my tent, which i only used when the boys were away.

i always had to share a room with them, so it's not strange for me to do it now. When one of them was here with me, i slept in the other's bed, and when they were both here, i slept next to Daryl.

when i was about to enter my tent i looked at the tent across, the boys' tent, and decided it was better to get into that one, lying down on Merle's bed.

i sighed, feeling a pain in my chest that i had never experienced before. Merle was never an exemplary brother, or very present, but i can't forget the last 15 years either. The rare times he was sober, and the three of us would run around the house, trying to find the TV control when Dad was away. Whoever found it would have the TV to himself until our old man arrived.

or the times when the three of us would go to training, and he would make fun of Daryl's strength, telling him that he hit like a girl while i looked at him with offense.

“i mean, he hits like a normal girl, not like you,” he said, laughing as Daryl and i went after him to hit him.

even though he was often an idiot, he's still my brother, and what happened there... feeling like i lost him definitively is what has hurt me the most.

before, when he left us, i knew he was out there, causing problems for others, but alive. Now, that uncertainty… i hate it.

i don't know when it became night, i only realized when Carl entered the tent, with a plate of food and a light in hand.

“hey,” he greeted me, feeling relieved that he didn't have to wake me up.

“hey” I tried to make my voice sound normal, but so many hours of not talking, just crying, made my voice sound broken again, so i grimaced as i sat down.

“you don't have to pretend with me.” He smiled, sitting next to me. He offered me the plate of food. I didn't know i was hungry until my stomach started growling as i took the plate in my hands. My face turned red with embarrassment, but he didn't say anything about it, which i was grateful for.

“i'm sorry for what happened. You know i don't support... that decision” I nodded as i started to eat what he brought me, i know he can see my red, swollen and irritated eyes but i don't want to hide the reality from him. Like i said before, he's like my best friend.

“i'm scared to tell Daryl, i know he'll want to go look f' him, and he won't let me go…” I paused, feeling the lump in my throat again. “I don' wanna lose him too, i couldn't stand tha', Carl. Without them i can't...” Some tears fell again, but he was quick to wipe them away for me.

“i know you're scared, but I also know Daryl wouldn't let that happen. From what you've told me, he always protected you, so he wouldn't let himself be bitten by one of them. He will return here with or without Merle, but alive” He looked me in the eyes as he said it, and the seriousness with which he spoke made me believe him. I decided to nod and change the subject a bit.

“i'm glad yer dad's back, by the way. I'm serious. I know how much ya' suffered all this time. If anyone deserved that reunion it was ya'” I told him, seeing him smile when thinking about his family. “But 's scary that ya' have the same look as him, now i feel like there are two Grimes who will see to the depths of my soul” I scoffed, feeling better hearing his laugh.

“oh shut up.” He looked around, scanning the tent as i hurried to finish my meal. “Don't get me wrong, but i really thought the tent would be more messy.”

i swallowed what was left in my mouth, leaving the plate aside. “Now 's more organized, but we created limits of coexistence when we were younger. Since we used to share a room at home, it became very small, and a little clutter made it look like complete chaos, which made our old man angry. They made him believe that only i ordered, but in reality we all did.”

“why did they make him believe that? “was he one of those men...?” He asked politely, since he knows that the topic of my dad is somewhat complicated.

“yeah, fer him only women should do tha', that's why he let them be a little messier before i was born. Then, when i started walking he already expected me to be his damn nanny” I snorted, remembering his absurd comments to which i couldn't respond.

Carl grimaced when he heard me, he knows how much i hate those kinds of comments, he even once saw me argue with Merle, who was on drugs, because he made a comment like that towards Carol.

“i can't imagine you following rules, you're too rude for that” He joked, making me laugh. 'Of course, he never had to see me like that, he wouldn't believe everything i've had to pretend.'

“'s my dark past, don't tell anyone that i was soft on a man” I winked, watching him shake his head while smiling. “By the way, did ya' bring me any stories today?”

i feel at peace, despite the emptiness i feel in my chest, Carl and his sweet way of being prevent me from sinking into my gray cloud.

“maybe, but first you have to go back to bed, it's time to sleep.” I nodded, returning to my position on the bed as he lay down next to me, as always.

“well, this time i'll have to repeat one of the first i told you, i hope you don't mind…”

then he began to speak, and as always, i began to feel that all the weight was leaving my body, leaving me calm. He waits until i fall asleep, and while he talks he hugs me, then he returns to his tent and the next morning he's the one who comes to wake me up when he feels that i have rested enough.

that's Carl.

new day and the first thing i hear is my tent opening, so i pretend to stay asleep, waiting to hear what else Carl would do.

“i know you're awake. Come on” The boy tells me, making me smile and turn to look at him.

"how did ya' know?"

“your breathing when you sleep is like small sighs, and now everything was silent” He responded simply, without noticing my surprised face.

'that was sweet, and scary, but sweet.'

after a while, everyone except Rick was up. Carl and Sophia wanted to go out and explore a little more, however yesterday's situation had left me a bit exhausted, so i decided to use the morning to help Carol instead of running around with them to investigate.

Carol is a sweet woman, and it bothers me too much the way her husband treats her and Sophia. They don't deserve that, but Carol wouldn't let me do everything i've imagined to avenge them.

“i'm telling you, washing their clothes is complicated, but no one has ever given me as much trouble as Daryl does. How does your brother always stay so dirty?” The older woman asked me, to which i laughed at first, perfectly understanding the sentiment.

“i swear i don't know, Carol, he's worse than a child, he's always been like tha'” We were both laughing, until Rick came out of his tent.

“good morning,” Carol greeted him, to which he responded. When he looked at us i nodded in greeting.

the truth is, i still don't know how to feel about Rick Grimes. I know part of me wants to hate him, blame him for what they did to Merle, scream in his face how inhumane they were to leave him there. But another part of me thinks about Carl, and that makes my heart soften.

“listen…” I heard him say, but just like the previous times, I interrupted him.

“i don't wanna talk about what happened there, Rick, so i'm asking you not to say anything. It's enough with what'll happen when Daryl comes back.” He nodded, so i continued ironing with Carol, who this time started talking to him.

not long after, i saw Rick walk over to where Glenn was, and i know that if i look in Carol's direction, she'll want to talk about what i told the man, so i continued doing my thing, without turning to look at her.

at least that was the case until we heard the first screams, it was Carl and Sophia. I immediately wanted to run to where they were, but Carol stopped me when she noticed the men going, to which i growled, releasing myself from her grasp and hoping to see my friends. When Sophia ran into her mom's arms, i was relieved, but nothing compared to seeing Carl appear, running towards me, almost knocking me to the ground in the process.

i had never hugged him so tightly, and i felt how Lori quickly approached us to hug us both. I felt him cry a little, with his face hidden in my neck.

“what happened, honey?” Lori was trying to know, but she had to give him a few seconds to calm down.

“there was one of them between the trees, he was eating a deer” I heard him say between sighs.

'what did he say? a cretin eating a deer? 'how did they both get here?'

about two minutes later we were still waiting for the others to come back, but now i was close to Sophia, as was Carl.

it was then that we heard several footsteps approaching in the direction of the camp, but i wasn't looking towards that place, i was looking at my friends, fearing that when i stopped doing so they would somehow disappear.

“Merle! Yn!” I heard Daryl's voice call us, and that's when Lori, Carl, Sophia, and Carol's gazes shifted to me. I knew they were looking at me, but i couldn't look at them anymore, my eyes now fixed on my brother had filled with tears, making it impossible for me to see his figure well.

“Dar…” I felt my tears fall, but i knew i couldn't run over and hug him, because things were about to get tense, and very quickly.

Carl's arms hugged me almost like yesterday, but this time i could feel the uncertainty in everyone.

“Daryl, slow down a bit, i've to talk to you” I heard Shane tell him.

I saw him turn around, managing to meet my gaze, but frowning when he noticed my state.

“about wha'?” He kept looking at me, as if waiting for a signal to lose control and demand answers.

“about Merle, there was uh… a problem in Atlanta.” Now he looked at him, and from the change in his posture i know what he's thinking.

"'s dead?"

“we're not sure” That answer bothered me even though i had already heard it yesterday.

“yeah, he is or he ain't!” Now his tone was more annoyed.

“it's not easy to say this, so i'll just say it,” Rick interjected.

"who are you?"

“Rick Grimes”

“Rick Grimes” He scoffed “got somethin' ya wanna tell me?” He approached the man.

“your brother was a danger to us all, so i handcuffed him to a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. It's still there” He confessed.

i saw him turn around, and i was afraid he would do something, so my body quickly tensed up and Carl noticed it so he looked at me, but i couldn't see him, not now.

“le' me process it, ya' say ya' handcuffed my brother to a roof… and ya' left him there?!” I took a deep breath when he shouted, knowing that things were going just as i expected.

“yeah” This one said it so simply that it didn't help the situation.

soon i saw how Daryl threw the squirrels he had brought in the direction of Rick, and then tried to hit him, and i say try because Shane arrived first, throwing him to the floor, but when he took out a knife and tried to attack Grimes, Shane threw it again, this once choking him with his arm to prevent him from jumping at Rick one more time. It was humiliating, and unfair, so i tried to get out of Carl's grip, but he wouldn't let go.

“Carl…”

“please no, i don't think Shane'll be gentle with you, and i don't want him to hurt you.” I heard him whisper his request, somewhat desperate for me to listen to him. I decided to listen to him this time, but i still continued watching the scene, attentive to every movement.

“chokehold's illegal!” I heard Daryl complain.

“i would like to have a calm discussion on this top” Rick said after getting down to his level on the ground. “Do you think we can manage that?”

“he's not a fucking kid” I complained, making them look at me for a moment, but Carl gently squeezed my waist, trying to get my attention back to him to avoid any more problems. Rick took advantage of this to ask again.

“do you think we can manage that, Daryl?”

“yes,” he said with difficulty, making Shane let go.

“what i did was not on a whim. Your brother doesn't work or play well with the others” I was about to intervene to complain, but T-Dog stepped forward to speak.

“it's not Rick's fault. I had the key and i dropped it.”

“couldn't pick it up?” Daryl asked, clearly incredulous.

“well, i dropped it in a drain.”

my brother stood up as did Rick and Shane, all attentive to any movement he made.

“'s that supposed to make me feel better? well it don't” He's still so angry

“well, maybe this will. Look, i put a chain on the roof door so that the cretins couldn't get to him, with a padlock."

“it's gotta count for something,” Rick interrupted, 'as if that helps anything.'

i felt enormous pain when i saw him cry in front of them, because i know he wouldn't do that, but the situation surpasses both of us. Again i tried to get out of Carl's grip, and this time he did let me go, so i ran into my brother's arms, feeling how he responded to my hug very slowly. It was a strange thing between us, but i needed to do it.

“hell with all ya'! tell me where he is so i can go get him.” His chest vibrated with each word. I sighed, knowing that would happen.

“he'll show you, right?” I heard Lori say, referring to her husband.

“i'll go back there,” Rick said in response.

not long later i was sitting on a log next to Daryl, watching him get ready with my head resting on his shoulder. As expected, he refused to let me go, promising that when they returned we would get out of this place somehow.

i felt people talking around me, but i could only hear them as if they were far away. I just understood that Glenn and T-Dog were going too, but i don't know if that really made me feel less terrified.

they had already left one of my brothers behind, i wouldn't be surprised if they did it again.

“hey, girl” I heard Daryl say, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I looked at him, noticing that his gaze had softened, like every time he talks to me... or a child.

“we're gonna come back, ya' know tha', right? Even if Merle… 's gone, ya' know i'll be back, right?” I nodded, feeling too tired to say anything else.

“guess it's just been the two of us most of the time anyway,” I heard him mutter, resuming what he was doing.

it had been a while since they left, and although i thought i would be more stressed about being away from Daryl, his words made me feel much safer.

he's going to come back, even if it can't be with Merle.

“hey, how are you feeling?” Carl entered the tent, smiling at me.

“i feel better, Carl, thank ya”

as soon as they left, he apologized to me on behalf of his parents many times until i managed to convince him that it wasn't necessary. I'm not mad at him, he has nothing to apologize for.

"do you wanna do something? we don't have to go out, it can be here if you want” He said this time a little faster and in a low tone, like when he gets nervous.

"what are we gonna do?"

that conversation led us to this moment. Apparently Lori had found some not-so-ruined pages and some pencils and crayons among the things they brought with them, so Carl thought it would be nice if we distracted ourselves by drawing for a while.

the idea was to draw something without the other person seeing it, so i decided to draw him. That way i would have an excuse to look at him a couple of times.

i only needed a black pencil and my knife for when it was dull.

i really tried hard to portray him. I looked at his eyes, the shape of his hair, i counted his freckles and i noticed the shape of his cheeks. Maybe i hadn't realized it before, but Carl 's pretty, even adorable. I had already finished my drawing, but i wanted to continue looking at him a little longer. He purses his lips when he's concentrating, and squints comically.

i think he looked at me a couple of times while i was drawing, which made me a little nervous, 'does he know what I'm doing?'

“okay, time out, let's show our drawings” He said, and then i felt my face heat up, 'I think i'm regretting it.' “i'll count to three and we'll exchange them at the same time…”

“1…”

'oh shit, he'll see'

“2…”

'what if i did it wrong?'

“3”

before i could think about it further we had already made the change. It was then that i looked at his blade and my eyes widened.

'that's me', 'he drew me too'

“holy shit…” It's beautiful, every detail, it really was an incredible drawing. I felt my heart warm with excitement, and suddenly i just wanted to jump into his arms and never let him go.

“this is fucking amazing, Yn.” I heard the excitement in his voice, and soon his arms were around me in a tight hug. It took me a while to reciprocate because of the impression, but once i did i had a hard time letting go of it afterwards.

"can i ask you something?" I heard him say.

“sure, Carl”

“can i keep the drawing i made for you? Not because it's my drawing... it's just that, i would love to bring something of you, and since we don't have a camera to take a photo of you, i feel like this is the best thing i have” He said, blushing a little.

i pretended to think about it for a moment, then smiled at him, “only if ya' let me keep the drawing i made fer ya', fer the same reasons, of course.”

he nodded, and then we made the exchange again.

“thank ya' fer this, Carl. I didn't think ya' were going to draw me... ya' really make me feel special"

“You are special, Yn. You deserve to feel this way, and as long as we're together i'll try to remind you of that as much as i can”.

Carl Grimes is undoubtedly amazing. And although yes, i still have a hard time with my brothers, and shit things got even more difficult later, i know that everything can get better as long as he's still in my life, being one of the few people for whom i would give everything .

Carl Grimes is perhaps much more than my best friend, he's someone who earned a unique space in my heart that i didn't even know existed. He's not like Sophia, and he's not like any other guy i've met before, he's special.

he's special, and he makes me feel special too

[cringe-but-proud]

I read your wonka fic and wanna say that it’s amazing for your first time writing x reader! I was hoping that you can do a miles morales x reader where reader miles best friend and is a fan of Spider-Man (reader don’t know miles is Spider-Man) and readers birthday is coming up so miles knowing how much reader loves Spider-Man decides to do a guest appearance at their birthday while being Spider-Man. Reader is happy Spider-Man is at their party but is sad that miles isn’t there. Was hoping it can end with Miles revealing he’s Spider-Man and confessing to reader!

Thanks for the request! I had fun writing this one!

Miles Morales x gn!Reader

Warnings: A little cursing, reader being sad for a min

A/n: Just wanna let everyone know that my asks are open 😈

"Dude, I swear to God, he was right next to my apartment. Right there! If I had been looking out the window, I totally would've seen him!" You spoke excitedly as you showed Miles a video of the infamous Spiderman swinging past your apartment building.

"Yeah, that's cool. That's really cool." Miles nodded.

"Do you think I'll ever get to meet him? Like, for real? Face to face?" You asked as you turned the phone back to yourself, rewatching the video a few more times.

"I mean, he's in Brooklyn a lot, so..." He shrugged.

"Yeah... It's weird, I feel like everyone I know has had some sort of encounter with Spiderman, but I've never even spotted him in person."

That was true and it was intentional. Whenever miles was being spiderman, he did everything in his power to avoid you. He liked you a lot and you were his best friend. If he ever had to interact with you as spiderman, he'd probably get nervous, slip up, and blow his cover.

But, he did feel bad. You were obsessed with Spiderman. And he'd heard over and over again about how badly you wanted to meet him.

"Do you think he does cameos or anything? Maybe I could buy one of those for myself with all the birthday money I'm about to get tonight." You suggested with a chuckle.

"Nah, I don't think he does those."

You sighed and began to go on a rant about how much money spiderman could make from doing something like that.

But, Miles wasn't really listening. He was starting to get an idea. And if he wanted to follow through with the idea, he'd have to leave. Like, right now.

He stood up. "I gotta go."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah, I just remembered, uh, I gotta finish doing my laundry."

You blinked. "Alright, dude. See you later."

This was gonna be the perfect birthday present. All he had to do was stick to the plan.

Miles was going to come to your party as spiderman. He'd take some pictures with you, wish you a happy birthday, and try to keep all the talking to a minimum.

Perfect.

Your party was on the rooftop of your apartment building, which worked out perfectly for him. He arrived fashionably late, when the party was already in full swing, and he was quickly spotted.

"Yo, is that Spiderman?" A small crowd quickly formed around Miles as he searched for you.

"Yeah, yeah. I, uh, thought I'd swing by wish a happy birthday to... Y'know, Whoever." Miles said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Spiderman?!" You were suddenly standing right in front of him, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Hey! Happy birthday!" He said to you happily.

"How'd you know this party was for me?"

Shit.

"Uh..." Miles shrugged. "Spidey-sense?"

"Cool..." You smiled. "I'm such a big fan. You- You're like- I mean, you're you. You're Spiderman." You gushed. "Could I take a picture with you?"

"Yeah, for sure." This was going better than expected.

"Can I get one next?" Some random guy piped up.

"Uh... Sure." Miles shrugged.

"Could I get one too?"

"... Yeah?"

Ok, this wasn't part of the plan. Miles was now stuck awkwardly taking pictures with your friends and family.

And where were you? He hadn't seen you in a while and this was YOUR party!

Should he be worried? Well, whether he should or shouldn't didn't really matter. Because he WAS worried.

Miles slipped away from the line of people wanting pictures to look for you. He found you sitting behind your apartment building on some steps.

He cleared his throat. "Hey, uh... Why aren't you up at the party?" He asked as he walked over to sit next to you.

You glanced over and straightened your posture nervously. "Oh, I just... My best friend isn't here and I'm starting to get sort of worried." You shrugged.

Oh, no. This wasn't part of the plan.

"Well, I'm sure he's fine, maybe he just..." Miles trailed off.

"Maybe he just didn't wanna come?" You suggested.

"No! No! I wasn't saying that! I mean, maybe he's just busy."

"Yeah, but he would've texted me if something came up." You shook your head.

Miles was panicking. Spiderman was at your party! That was supposed to make you happy! He didn't think you'd get sad about his absence.

"Well, I'm sure he's got a good reason for not being here." Miles said. "He definitely didn't just ditch you because... I mean, this party is awesome. And you're awesome... I mean, you seem awesome. From what I've seen." He was supposed to keep talking to a minimum. What was he doing?!

"You're probably right. I just wish he could be here, y'know?"

"I'm sure Miles wishes he could be here right now too."

"Yeah." You paused. "Wait, how'd you know his name?"

"Uh-"

"And how do you know my best friend's a 'he'?"

"Well, obviously-"

"Why'd you even come to my party in the first place?"

Well, shit. Miles didn't know how to talk his way out of this.

"I... Um..." You looked at his with narrowed eyes. "Alright, don't freak out, but... I..." He took off his mask. "It's me. I'm Spiderman."

Your jaw dropped.

...

"Please, say something." Miles said.

"Are you kidding me?!" You laughed. "You're- You?! How did I never figure it out?!"

"Cause I was good at hiding it?"

"Why did you come to the party like this?"

"Cause I know you love Spiderman, and I know you've wanted to meet him, and I wanted to make you happy!" Miles says. "But, I... I didn't think you'd get sad about me not being here. Me as in Miles." He said.

You paused. "You know, you didn't need to do the whole Spiderman thing for me."

"Yeah... But, I did." He shrugged.

"Why, though?"

"Cause I like you."

"What?"

Oh, God. This was like a nightmare. Whatever, no going back now.

"I like you." He repeated. "Like, not just in a platonic way."

"Oh."

...

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" He began.

"No, no! I like you too!" You quickly reassured as you chuckled. "I was just surprised."

Miles was surprised for a moment, but then he smiled in relief. "That's cool."

"Yeah." You rested your head on his shoulder. "It's cool." The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. "Thanks for coming, man."

"You saying that to Miles or to Spiderman?" He teased.

"Shut up." You chuckled.

This was a nice birthday gift.

[xylianasblog]

Find you.

Pairings: Aonung x Omatikaya!FemReader

Summary: Is the love strong enough to bring you both back to one another.

Warnings: slight angst

Requested: Yes/No

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I had to go

I had to steal away

I left her love inside of yesterday

And still her words

They leave me wondering what I'm looking for

Aonung would never admit this to anyone but when you and your family first arrived he was entranced by you. To him, he had never seen such a more beautiful na’vi woman.

Aonung found himself watching you, learning about you. He noticed were quiet and rarely spoke to anyone outside of your family but you pulled your weight and excelled in all things you handled.

Aonung admired that about you, he absolutely loved that especially when it came to watching you move with the water as if you had always belonged.

He loved that you took so easy to the way of his clan in ever since way, but Aonung couldn’t have you. It’s not that he didn’t want you it was simply just that he knew he wasn’t ready.

The more Aonung spent time with you the more he realized he was in love. He wanted you in every aspect of his life. He craved that, but he simply couldn't handle the responsibility of a relationship in the midst of his duties.

He told you he wasn’t ready, he couldn’t be with you because he didn’t love you, and that broke his heart because he lied. He felt everything for you so strongly.

The days went on slowly for Aonung who was determined to work and learn to be better in every aspect of his life. How could he be a good chief if he couldn’t treat your family respectfully? He didn’t deserve it, especially when he was so enamored with you.

And I'm singing now, ooh I want, I wanna find her

Back in the place, she said she would wait

Mm, I want, I wanna find her

Oh-oh, yes I will, oh, yes I will

When you arrived at your new home you were taken by the pull you felt to the chief's son, you were awestruck but the beautiful reef boy.

You found yourself wholly entranced with him and all that he was. His beauty and personality were forces to be reckoned with. He was rude, immature, and sometimes a pain in your ass.

You spent more and more time with him noticing everything he did. You saw how at times he’d feel bad for mistakes made and you’d encourage him you saw him do his best. You admired him in ways you never understood.

You found yourself falling in love with all the things that made him, him and you didn’t care. You knew he tried his best even if his best didn’t seem good enough and you admired that about him.

One day, he broke your heart in the secret place you both shared your first kiss, first love making.. first everything. He told you that he didn’t feel the same, that he didn’t love you. You were absolutely devastated, but you understood. There was nothing else you could do. You didn’t hate him, you weren’t even mad. All you gave him was a simple nod and walked away, no words.

Now I know I do it to myself

I get lost in the game thinking I need your help

But don't reach for me

I'll only push you away like I did before

Don't wanna hurt anymore

The days and nights blurred together, but Aonung knew one thing for sure he was getting better and better as a person every day. And he wanted determined to be the perfect version of himself for you, to get back to you in your secret spot.

You watched Aonung work harder everyday, and yet, despite all the heartache and turmoil, you couldn’t help fall in love with him more everyday. You were proud, and in those moments you determined you’d wait for him to find you in your secret spot no matter how long it takes.

You wanted this

You've given in to your heart again

And if, come next June

I find you without much to do

Would I join you?

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[lowkeyrobin]

👀 guess who's back

Is now a bad time to request a Foosh fic?

helloooo!! ; also I'm backed the fuck up but dw I swear I'll get this shit posted LMAO ; also went for some angst cause why not (I wanted to write maze runner angst of some sort but idek I have too many reqs)

FOOLISH GAMERS ; meet you at the graveyard

summary ; you have to say goodbye to one another

warnings ; language, suicidal innuendos

disclaimers ; snow in carolina 😭🙏 forgot where bro lives for a minute, reader is 23 but can mostly be ignored ig, young sheldon reference, me venting about loss and grief kinda idek

track ; meet you at the graveyard, cleffy

word count ; 853

b/m = birth month & b/d = birth date

masterlist

Foolish somblerly walks up to the graveyard where you lay now, where you stay now. He carries a bouquet of crimson red roses in his hand, the snow under his feet making a crushing sound as he walks.

His head hangs low, the vision of the accident and your face clouding his mind as he lays eyes on your headstone. He sets the flowers down across the snow, covering the bottom of your headstone like a freezing cold blanket.

You didn't deserve this, being only twenty-three.

His fingers trace your birth date and death date fragiley, like he'd hurt you beyond the grave.

B/M B/D, 1999 - December 28th, 2022

It stung seeing those numbers like that, under this circumstance. Your birthday was something to be celebrated, bringing joy and excitement, but now it hurt. Instead of creating more fun, happy memories with you, he'd have to sit in silence and ponder, drowning in those old memories because he couldn't make any new ones with you.

He sits down, looking blankly at the grey stone, then up at the grey skies above.

He talked to you every once in a while when he visited, trying to fill the empty hole in his heart. He felt like Mary Cooper talking to you like this, still hurt and alone, just wishing it'd all get better.

"How do you ever expect me to be happy?" He asks, his tone laced with the slightest bit of anger. Anger at himself mostly, angry at the force that took you away from him. "Why isn't letting go as easy as loving you?"

Tears stream down his frost-bitten cheeks, glowing a bright red. He wasn't properly dressed for the cold, only wearing some thick shoes, jeans, and a heavy coat over a t-shirt. He'd nearly left the house wearing basketball shorts until he saw the snow in his yard.

"I can't help it, it's just the way I'm wired, I know. I just can't let go. I love you too much to even try." He shakes his head, shoulders raised as he tenses up. "Every time I see photo recaps of you on my phone, I just cry. I don't wanna cry anymore, Y/n/n. I wanna smile when I see you, but I can't."

He wipes his tears away with his thick sleeves, sniffling a bit as he attempts to keep his composure.

"You taught me so much, you gave me so many new experiences and memories and showed me things I never would've if it weren't for you. I'm here right now because of you, everything is because of you." He admits. "Getting over you feels so wrong, even if it's just trying to live with myself without you. Those words that you said before you left my house are stuck in my head like glue, I don't know what you even meant. I can't even tell between fact and fiction with it"

He thinks of it over and over again before whispering it aloud. "'See you tomorrow, maybe', what does that mean?" He questions, "What does that even mean?" He asks again, his voice breaking.

At the response of nothing, he hides his face in his hands, struggling to hold back the tears. He quickly stands up without wishing you goodbye, heading back to the front entrance to leave and get back home.

You watch as he does so, his frozen fingertips hidden in his pockets. You sat on top of your headstone, knowing he couldn't see nor hear you, hoping one day he could. You always answered his questions, responded to his statements. You'd stay there until he joined you, hoping it was later rather than sooner, if anything.

As much as you'd been waiting for him, you could wait longer. You wanted him to live the long, fulfilling life you didn't give yourself. He'd be okay without you, he just needed time to adapt.

The days flick by quickly as if they're merely seconds, showing the snow melting over time and those roses wilting. Eventually, they're fully decomposed, leaving the plastic wrapping to be picked up by a stranger visiting their loved one, as it'd blown in the wind toward them. The grass is cut again once it's warm again.

They never weed wack, but mow over the flowers Foolish left at your grave, angering him. He decided that every time he'd come, about once every two to three months, he'd plant new ones. They hadn't run over the new rose bush he'd put beside your headstone, pleasing him at least.

You watched as he grew month after month, clearly happier and healthier after each visit. They'd become more sporadic, but he'd never healed, you don't just heal after losing someone like that. You break for good, you're able to super glue the broken plate back together, but cracks and small missing pieces still remain.

His goofy laugh makes itself present one day, lighting up your whole face like you'd never smiled before. It glued together one of those broken pieces inside of you, you swore it.

"I love you, Y/n/n."

[n0vabug]

Sick

Very short one-shot about the reader being sick and Sam taking care of her Contains: Mentions of being sick/ throwing up, swearing, and fluff. Btw ~~~ means a timeskip, in this case its only a few hours or minutes Words: 578

Y/N'S POV

I was at work, already dreading the day, I hated my job but I needed the money to help pay rent for Sam and Tara's apartment that I also lived in. I was wanting to leave more then usual today. I woke up feeling like shit, I was very tired, and when I looked in the mirror I was very pale.

"You should really stay home today, you don't look very well"

"I'll be fine." I told sam before kissing her on the cheek and walking out the door.

After being here for 2 hours, everything just got worse, I decided I would just call sam and go home.

"Hey Y/n, is everything okay?"

"Yeah I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna go home, I feel like shit rn."

"Oh okay, do you want me to come home too?"

"No it's okay I know your busy and all so-"

"Y/n it's fine I'm not busy, I'd rather take care of you right now."

"Yeah I would like that, thanks."

"Okay, I'll see you soon, I love you" she said before hanging up.

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When I got home, Sam was already there. She had medicine on the counter.

"Here take this" she says as she hands me the medicine.

"Ew" I said as I drank the medicine in the cup, I wasn't the best at taking pills and sam knew that, so when she gave me medicine she only gave me liquids. I felt off for a second, I then ran to bathroom, and found myself puking my guts out. Sam followed behind me, I felt her hold my hair up, and rub my back.

Thankfully, I stopped pretty quickly.

"You feel better now?" Sam asked, I felt kinda bad that she had to deal with this right now, but I was also glad she was here.

"A little, I'm going to take a shower now."

"Okay" she said before kissing my forehead.

"If you do that then you might get sick" I told her, she always seemed to be around me a lot more when I'm sick, which confused me because she had a chance of getting sick to, I mean it's her choice so whatever.

"Oh well"

~~~

After I showered, I got dressed into my favorite pajamas. I walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist which still gives me butterflies no matter how many times she does it.

"You wanna go lay down, maybe watch a movie, you look exhausted too so maybe you can sleep for a bit?" Sam asked me, and I of course would not decline that offer, me and her both didn't like going out much, so we spent a lot of time watching movies and cuddling at the apartment, it always satisfied the both of us, any time spent with her made me happy so I loved just staying in bed with her.

"Duh, when have I ever turned that offer down." She grabbed my hand and dragged me into our room, she laid on the bed and then said "come here."

I laid on her chest, she put one hand on my back and the other on my head. I inhaled her scent and fell deep into the warmth of her touch. I let the exhaustion win, and soon fell asleep in the arms of the only person that mattered to me.

A/N I love sam and just Melissa in general. Anyways I'm sorry this is so short, I've been so tired lately, but yeah I hope you enjoy this, I'm still working on another one-shot that may take a hot minute. School is almost over for me so I should be able to write more very soon!!

UPDATE: THIS ONE ISN'T TOO BAD IG ITS JUST KINDA SHORT LMAOOO

[candyskiez]

a thing I wanna take a moment to appreciate is catra's arc of being there for adora more. because like, yeah. she can be self centered at times. that's the point. thats one of her major character flaws that we see her grow from. that's the point of having a flaw. and I really like how she grows from it.

one of her main issues is how personally she takes everything and how centered everything is on her and adora. when adora leaves the horde, she only sees the war as a conflict between THEM. not between the rebellion and the horde. it's all about her and adora. that focus on taking everything personally is the thing that bites her in the ass so many times. that's what holds her back so hard for so long. she's her own worst enemy in that sense. and in season five, we see her unlearn that. we see her realize, no. seriously. adora never stopped caring about her just because she liked lonnie too. love doesn't work like that.

a thing I wanna point out is I think catra was lying when she said she wasnt doing it for glimmer. we see her look upset at the thought of glimmer being hurt. she cares about her. a lot. the realization of just how serious this is, this isn't just distant harm anymore. she learns to see the bigger picture. she learns to show other people compassion. not just for adora, but for herself. we see her worried about scorpia, about entrapta, even if her focus is still on adora. and she learns! she learns to be healthier about it! to have relationships with people who aren't adora so they aren't dependent on each other! she becomes friends with glimmer and bow, genuinely. she starts working on repairing things with entrapta and scorpia. she makes friends with melog. she forms connections outside of adora, not just for adora's sake, but *for herself.* she learns how to love people healthily. she learns how to look out for herself while also looking out for others.

a thing I really love is her line "I promised her a long time ago I'd look out for her. it's time I made good on that." because it's so huge for her development. she realizes she can't keep running away anymore. her running has an impact on people. her leaving has an impact on people. even if it's easier to think that nobody cares when she disappears, nobody's effected by this. yes, there is. and she's finally realized that. and she's terrified of staying because it feels like she's just inviting disaster by letting her guard down for even a second. they could leave at any time. why give them the chance to?

but maybe they won't. maybe leaving them so they don't leave her hurts them just as bad as her being abandoned. maybe she leaves for no reason. maybe...maybe she has to be better. THATS why her saying she'll stay is so big. "I can't keep doing this. I'm hurting adora by doing this. it's not me protecting myself. its me self destructing and hurting everyone around me in the process. it's not fair to them. adora needs my help, and I need to be there to give it. even if she doesn't survive this, she needs someone to be there when she goes. because knowing her, she's trying to handle this all by herself. I'm going to try and fix this. I can't keep running."

so she goes back. she can't keep running, because that's not fair to adora. and she's there. she's there when adora needs her, when shadow weaver dies, when she's weak and injured, when she's breaking down. she's there. two big things I wanna point out.

• "no, I'm not leaving. whatever happens, I am staying with you."

this. this is HUGE for her arc. she runs away whenever things get hard. that's one of her big flaws. and here she has the strength to stay. to stick with it. she stays even when shit gets bad. because she's finally realized, adora needs her here. she sees her self destruction for what it is. adora is being a self destructive bastard right now and she needs someone here. this isn't adora playing the hero, this is adora having serious issues. and she's there. she's there, because adora needs someone there. and she's finally seen that for what it is.

• she doesn't think her love is requited, yet she tells adora she loves her anyway.

she thinks adora sees her only as a friend. this is big because she's realized. adora needs to realize how much people want her. not when she's she ra, not when she's useful. but as adora. she needs to hear that someone wants her at her lowest. even if they can't save the world, please wake up. please keep going. because I want you in my life, at least for a few more seconds. you didn't make anything worse. you tried your fucking best and I see that and I see you. I love you, even if you don't love me. so please. don't die on me. if this is the end of the world, then let's take it on together. this isnt your fault. you deserve to live. not because you're she ra but because you're adora. because you're brave and a little over dramatic and can't act to save your life and loyal as shit and love with your whole heart and *you* deserve to live. so keep going. please. I love you.

season one catra would die before she admits she cares about someone. here though, she can. because she's realized it matters.

she tells adora she loves her because she sees the bigger picture now. because she understands adora now. what adora desperately needs is to realize shes worth more than a weapon. she deserves the world. she doesn't think adora feels the same but she tells her, because shes realized adora needs to hear that. that even at her worst, adora makes such an impact on peoples lives. not because she's a hero, but because she's adora. because she wants things. because shes her. and she wants ADORA to live. even if she doesn't feel the same. even if things are awkward and tense after this, she wants adora to finally realize that she's wanted. because adora helped her realize that, and she wants adora to realize it too. she's willing to show her all the messy shit inside her head even though it hurts, because she cares about adora more than she cares about hiding. am I making sense? no. but have these disjointed ramblings anyway. live laugh catradora baby.