#i haven't cried over tv in a long while

[halyorke-vampiredisaster]

Heaven on earth is a tiny little stand-alone anime called Buddy Daddies

[inappropriatestork]

So I've been staying off Tumblr for MONTHS to avoid Good Omens season 2 spoilers because I was having a whole executive dysfunction thing and took forever to get around to watching it.

Well, today I finally did, and I realize I'm late and all, but WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT.

[cherrychilli]

MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Dilf! Steve, babysitter reader, breeding kink, P in V sex, mentions of pregnancy, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Steve is in his early 40's)

A/N: Turning this into a wee series. More Dilf! Steve right here

Consider this: Divorced Dilf! Steve who's infatuated with you, the new babysitter. Watching you take care of his kids sends his breeding kink into overdrive and soon enough you're working 'overtime'. He pulls you away and fucks you in the laundry room while the kids are distracted by the TV in the living room. He has one of his palms placed over your mouth, the other gripping your waist as he pounds into you from behind while you're bent over the washing machine. The sound of the running machine helps to drown out your muffled cries but you hear him loud and clear when he leans down to groan against your ear. " 'Bout time you ditched the birth control don't you think, sweetheart?"

You immediately clench around his cock, knees feeling weak as he continues. "You scared of what people might say if they found out that you spread your legs for me?". He pulls you up, your back now flush against his chest, his teeth grazing your neck. "You wouldn't care for very long though would you? you just want me to fill you up- fuck you full. Y'Think I haven't noticed?"

You know exactly what he's insinuating. You wanted a baby of your own. You hadn't expressed it out loud to him but it wasn't a hard guess to make. It showed clearly in the way you loved taking care of his kids and that feeling only deepened when you began to notice the look in his eye whenever you caught him watching you. Spending most of your time there, you liked to image what it would be like to share his home, his bed, a life together. He was nothing short of a devoted father and that only made your attraction to him skyrocket. If he could trust you with his kids it wouldn't be a stretch to assume that he'd trust you with one more, right?

"W-want you to put a baby in me, Steve", you manage to pant out when he removes his hand from your mouth.

You'd only recently begun to call him by his first name in private. You were still getting used to it but you liked the familiarity. 'Mr. Harrington', he decided was far too formal for the girl he'd been railing for over a few months now.

He can feel himself losing it when you talk like that but he maintains a semblance of self control long enough to taunt you. "Bad girl", he chides darkly. "Pretty young thing like you begging to get pregnant. Do you realize what you're asking for?"

If you weren't so cockdrunk right now you might have been able to shoot back a well deserved remark. You were bad? he helped make you that way. He was the one who made you long for the late nights after putting his kids to bed, leading you downstairs so he could eat you out on the couch. Licking and sucking on your swollen clit all while telling you how he couldn't stop thinking about you and your sweet little cunt while he was at the office all day. He was the one who fucked you stupid in the back seat of his car on idle street corners in the middle of the night before dropping you back home after your shift. And he was the one who came inside you minutes before his ex wife was over to pick up the kids, taking too much pleasure in watching you scramble to look presentable as you handed them over to her all while trying to hide that her ex husband's cum was dripping out of you.

"Y'Know how much your body's gonna change if I knocked you up?" he grunted. "You're gonna get big here, obviously" he places his hand over your belly, pressing down on it so he can feel the way his cock's plunging inside you. You choke on a wail. It was already a tight fit but now his cock dragged along your walls with added pressure and pressed against your cervix so hard your eyes were beginning to roll back. "You're gonna be swollen all the time and get really sensitive like right here", his hand glides over your stomach and reaches up to squeeze one of your tits, rolling your perky nipple between his fingers. "These are gonna get so full of milk" he reminds you like the thought of it hadn't already made your pussy gush with fresh arousal. "All because of me. You sure you're ready for all of that?"

"I-I am, I want it so bad", you sob feeling your orgasm approaching fast.

"Wanna make you a daddy again", you manage to whine out before it washed over you.

That did it.

You stopped taking your birth control after that day and used every spare moment you had to let him fuck you around the house, staying over in secret without the kids or his ex wife finding out. It was sordid and blissful and by next month you knew it wouldn't be very much longer until everyone found out as you stared happily at the positive pregnancy test a few days after your period was due.

[http-finnick]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

finnick odair x fem!reader

summary: finnicks pov on how the capitol tortured and used you while he stands useless in district 13. once saved, he quickly realizes you aren't the same.

request: i just discovered your blog! It came up in the stuff Tumblr thinks I might like! Finnick seeing the broadcasts of the reader and Peeta. The rescue scene where they reunite. But reader wasn't tortured with Finnick, like lPeeta was with katniss. Sad and the reader having to get used to life again. Finnick almsot crying bc she jumps at loud noises, flinches. And at first she can't handle being touched. At all. Like they hold hands after a week.

a week ago I saw you on the tv. you weren't in your mother's dress getting reaped, you weren't fighting for your life in the arena. you were perfectly put together as you begged me to stop something you would die for.

I sat silently in the dining hall as people raged and threw insults at the seemingly disgusting capitol-loving traitors but I sat there knowing that you were being tortured. you are going through hell and there is nothing I can do about it.

.

I was in my pure white room as I rubbed my dry eyes to the new lighting, blurred vision, and ringing ears making out nothing until I hear

"They found her"

They found her? what, is she dead? did they find a body? did the capitol realize they didn't need her anymore and strung her up as a warning to others? caught and killed. know your place.

of course, dead or alive I fell out of bed and followed who I found out to be katniss, pure white walls and pure white tiles are all my eyes see until we stopped at a room and katniss turns to me.

"look, she's been through hell. all of them have been..I- fuck, peeta hates me. just, keep your distance" she warns before walking off and I can't help but linger on the words keep your distance... she's been out of my reach for god knows how long and you want me to sit across from her watching my words? fuck no.

I open the door, adrenalin running high as step in and look up to see her

but she doesn't see me

she knows who I am I know that. but, her eyes, she doesn't...feel right around me...like I'm a stranger

I'm already feeling like tears are running down my face and I haven't even said hi yet

"Y/n" the words choke out as I stumble a few steps towards her, she flinches slightly and my heart shatters.

"Hi, finnick" her voice is hoarse, scared. she brings her knees up to her chest as she takes her busted lip into her mouth, rather sucking the blood of her wound than speaking to me

maybe katniss was right I think, grabbing a chair and sliding it over to her, taking a seat I grab the blanket of the bed and whisper "I'm so sorry" as tears pick and poke my glassy eyes

"me too"

.

She's out of the hospital and I go to bed with her by my side, to wake up with it being empty.

shes been sleeping on the bathroom floor lately, the first time I found her there I thought she died.

she shakes and jumps when a door closes and doesn't let me touch her, even to console her when she's woken up from a nightmare. I feel tears run down my face when she lets me grab onto her hand for the first time in weeks.

so, when I tell you I cried. I cried as she cupped my face and brought her lips towards mine, soft as ever as she lays her head on my chest and whispers,

"I missed you, so badly"

"I missed you too"

an: sorry this took so long! I had lots of fun writing from finnicks pov! it was quite the challenge to write about lost, found, and recovered all in one short drabble but I hope I did an alright job! i love you guys so much! mwah <3

[bluhourz]

when you argue

-

You sighed heavily when the time to go home finally came. You were always super excited to go home after work as your boyfriend would be waiting for you there, happy as ever to see you. Today was a bit different though. Last night you got into an argument with your your boyfriend. A lot of mean words were thrown about as you both got more and more frustrated. He ended up crossing the line at the end of the night as he brought up a big insecurity of yours. You haven't spoken to him since.

The idea of going home and seeing him just made you tired and upset at this stage. You hated fighting with him and missed him so much already. But you had to stay strong.

After finally making it home, you entered your shared apartment and pulled your shoes off. You heard the TV playing some or other anime he was probably watching but you didn't look up as you passed him on the couch, keeping your eyes on the ground and quickly walking to your room.

Another heavy sigh escaped you as you started undressing. Getting into your most comfortable clothes, you made your way to the bathroom to wash up. The silence surrounding you lasted only a few seconds before you sensed someone in the doorway. Not wanting to acknowledge your boyfriend's presence, you continued on with your routine.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hi Beomgyu," you forced out, suppressing a sigh.

Silence. He stood there for another few minutes before speaking up again.

"How was your day?"

The awkward small talk was killing you, but you entertained your boyfriend as he tried mustering up the courage to speak to you about what he said.

"It was okay. I'm just tired now," you mumbled as your started finishing up.

"Me too," he whispered, eyes flickering between your face and the ground.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you again. You finished drying your face before walking past him and into the kitchen this time. You could hear the shuffling of his feet as he softly followed you through the house. While you were making ramen for yourself to nibble on, Beomgyu stood by the counter and watched you closely. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head as we formulated his sentences. Standing with your arms crossed, you leaned against the counter and looked at your feet, waiting for the ramen to start cooking. This was unbearable, but you weren't going to crack first.

You only realised Beomgyu was infront of you when you saw his slippers come into your view. You looked up slowly and made eye contact with those same eyes you love looking into. Only this time they were filled with so much sadness.

Beomgyu reached out and slowly took your hands into his. He didn't speak for a while and only looked at your intertwined hands. You let him hold you, sensing he was getting his thoughts together.

"I really am so sorry Y/N," his shaky first words came, "I fucked up so much last night by saying that to you. I don't know why I said it. It's not even true. I was just upset and I spoke without thinking. I am so sorry baby."

By the end of his little speech, he was in tears. He still hasn't looked at you since he started speaking. By now his thumbs were rubbing anxious circles on your hand.

A few tears have now made their way down your cheeks as well. You were exhausted and just wanted to be in his arms. So you put his arms around you and wrapped your own around his neck to bring him closer. Your boyfriend tightened his arms around you and cried into your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry jagi," he whimpered softly.

"It's okay Gyu," you murmured, rubbing a comforting hand over his shoulder.

You stood there long after the ramen finished cooking, just glad to have made up with each other.

[fleurywiththesave]

Hello! Mattdrai or Matthew/Sasha and sleep deprived please 💙

Ohhhh I love this one! You know I had to make it Mattdrai.

9. Sleep deprivation

Leon promised himself that he wasn't going to allow himself to look at any evidence of Cup celebrations. Nada, zip, zilch. No on-ice interviews, no celebratory photos, no coverage of the eventual parade. He swore, up and down, that he would have enough common sense not to torture himself.

But the thing is, as shitty as Leon feels right now...and make no mistake, he feels shitty. He and Connor cried on each other for what felt like hours, he still has no appetite, he's afraid to touch social media for fear that hearing everyone's disappointment and judgment will rip him apart all over. He is not having a good time and he would very much like never to be in this position again.

But he's still so. goddamn. proud. of Matthew. Of how hard he worked all season, of everything he does to bring his team together, of how incredibly happy he's made his family. And there's even a part of him, that he would never ever ever tell Connor about, that's even happier for Matthew than he would've been for himself. Seeing him get so close to the end last season, seeing him literally break his body doing everything he could to win and it still not being enough, hurt Leon almost as much as it hurt Matthew, and he's not sure that Matthew ever would have really recovered from suffering the same fate twice in a row.

So he lied. Sue him. He gets onto his stealth Instagram account, where he won't see any mention of his own failures, and watches from afar while Matthew and his teammates live it up at Eleven. That stupid WWE belt is going to be so gross by the end of all of this that Leon might have to burn it. Though Matthew's definitely going to want to frame it.

He's running through around the tenth cycle of wanting to smile and also kind of wanting to cry when his phone starts to vibrate and Matthew's name pops up. He accepts the call before he's had a chance to consider whether or not it's a good idea.

"Leo!" Matthew yells, as chipper as a children's TV host. Leon's amused in spite of himself.

"Are you drunk?"

"You'd think so," Matthew says agreeably, "but I mostly just haven't slept in two days."

"Yeah, I noticed," Leon answers.

"You've been watching?" Matthew's voice has gone considerably softer and he sounds genuinely surprised.

"I have," Leon tells him. Matthew sighs.

"Fuck, I miss you, baby."

"Matty—"

"I know, I know. But I already told you I'm kind of delirious and it's true, I fucking miss you, and I hate that me being so happy means that you have to be so miserable, and I just wish you were here with me, you know? And I know that's not fair, I know you should have your space and you needed to go back to Edmonton—"

"I didn't," Leon cuts in.

"You didn't what?"

"I didn't go back to Edmonton," he admits. "I'm still at the hotel in Florida."

There's a long pause.

"I can be home in half an hour," Matthew says, words tripping over each other. Leon's heart swells.

"I'll be there."

[anurst]

Girl Bradshaw

Summary: memories of Russia start to resurface and you decided to take a step and talk to Pete. How does he react?

Pairing(s): jake seresin x (fem)(bradshaw) reader

Warning(s): language, PTSD, nightmares, daddy issues, absent father figure, violence/abuse against reader (don't read if you're not comfortable with violence/abuse)

Part 5: Tears for the father

It's cold. So very cold. Your body's shivering and your undergarments do little to provide you warmth. You don't know much time has passed and you feel your body fading. Shit, you want to be back in Oceanside with everyone. You want to be eating Mexican food at the Ruiz family restaurant with everyone and laughing. You want your family.

Your body's weak and you feel your eyes getting heavy. No, you can't close your eyes. If you do, you won't ever open them again. It doesn't sound so bad, now that you think about. You'll finally be with your mom and dad again. The pain has long since faded and you let out a shuddering breath. Jensen will understand. He and everyone will understand if you close your eyes. But, your heart aches. You don't want to leave them. Not yet. There's still so much you haven't done.

You think about how Bradley will find out. Will they show up at his doorstep with news of your death? Will it be your team who tells him? Is he even going to be the one to answer the door? Maybe his partner will, or his kid. A weak chuckle escapes your lips as you think of Bradley's potential children. Without a doubt he'd name them after your late parents.

Or maybe it's Pete who's doorstep they set on. Your beloved godfather. You remember your mom telling you that when you were born, Pete cried tears as he held your small body. He whispered sweet nothings to you as Nick asked him to be your godfather.

"My baby chick," a sweet voice says from somewhere in the dark, small room. You know that voice, you've heard it before. But, you don't who it belongs to. "It's okay," it reassures and you nod. It's ok to let go.

You head shoots up at the sound of footsteps coming closer. Not now, please, not now. You're not sure if you could survive another beating. Your breathing picks up before you force yourself to get a grip.

The door opens and you stare at the dark figure. The lights behind the person hide their face and you give them a smug grin. "Couldn't wait to see me again?" you muse, every part of your body aching. The figure snarls and steps into the room. They grab your hair and you yelp as you weakly hit their arm.

"Let's so how much you run your mouth this time, girl."

You jolt up from your bed and press a hand to your chest. It feels like your heart is gonna beat out of your chest. Your fingers curl around the ratty t-shirt that you're wearing. Jensen's scent fills your nostrils and you can feel yourself calm down. He gave you the shirt a while ago but it still smells like him.

The apartment is quiet when you decide to get up. A look at your alarm clock and you see it's 4:30 in the morning. Your body's still trembling and you grab your blanket. Quickly, you make your way to living room and open the cabinets under the TV. For the next couple minutes you're connecting wires to the TV before popping a DVD into the DVD player. You let the video play as you lean against your couch.

"Baby, you are beautiful. Just like your mama. You're smaller than your brother was when he born. You're like a baby chick! That's what I'll call you, baby chick. My chick." Nick's voice fills your apartment and tears immediately fill you eyes. "I'll always protect you, Chick. I'll always love you." You wipe your tears with the blanket and sniffle.

"I miss you, daddy." You take a deep breath as the video ends and a different one plays. A gentle smile takes over your face as you watch. A five-year old you cluelessly walks across the stage as a ten-year old Bradley and Pete cheer wildly from next to the camera. Carole's giggle can be heard and the camera momentaily shifts from you to them. It goes back to you and wide smile is on your face as you catch sight of your family. You excitedly wave to them and pout as a teacher ushers you off the stage and back to your seat.

You look at the clock hanging up on the wall and read the time. 5:02 AM. You contemplate the sudden thought you had and quickly get up, your blanket dropping to the ground. You rush to get your uniform on and send a quick text to Jensen to not come by later.

The air nips at your skin a little while you're making your way to the gym on base. It's early in the morning and there's only a few people up and around camp. You make it to the gym doors and take a deep breath. Ava's words from last night replay in your head and you open the door.

Pete's grunts are the first thing you hear when you enter. His hair is sweaty and sticking to his forehead. The punching bag swings back violently each time he strikes it and you whistle.

"Wouldn't wanna be that punching bag." Pete's eyes widen as he pants.

"Braidy?" he whispers and you frown a little at the sound of your first name. Pete scrambles to stay something else and you sigh. You take a seat on the bench press next to the punching bags.

"Wanted to come see you," is all you say and Pete nods. He grabs his water bottle from the ground and takes a couple chugs before he wipes his mouth.

"How—uh, how have you been?" Pete cringes at his words. Really? That's the best he can do? He's glad you giggle at his question instead of getting angry. Although, if you did, he'd understand.

You intertwine your fingers and look down at them. "Been better." Well, shit. This is awkward and you're vague replies aren't making this any easier.

"You've got a great team," is the best Pete can think of. He doesn't wanna scare you off. Internally, he's happy beyond belief that you're standing (well, sitting) in front of him. Externally, he's tense and apprehensive. He makes small movements as one would when dealing with a scared animal.

You nod at his compliment. "Been with them for a long time."

"I can tell. They certainly love you."

"Mhmm." You're still staring at your hands with your head down. Pete's lip twitches.

"You ok? You've got that look on your face." You finally look at him and laugh.

"I had this dream. Wasn't a good one and I was watching these old videos that I have. There was one of my kindergarten graduation and I just— needed to see you. Make sure you were real or something. I don't know." Pete frowns at your explanation and takes a step towards you. You flinch at the movement, but the older man isn't deterred. He slowly and softly places a hand on your head and crouches down. You let him wrap his arms around your body and close your eyes.

You've missed him. As much as you tried to deny that you didn't, you did. Pete feels like home. He feels safe. He feels like family. You don't realize you're crying until Pete's wiping away your tears, his own falling softly.

"Why—why'd you leave me?" you whisper, voice broken and timid. Pete frowns as he takes a seat next to you. He wraps his hand in yours and sighs.

"After you called me and told me that what happened with Bradley, I thought that if I left you, that you and Bradley would make up. You're brother and sister, you need each other."

"I needed my dad," you countered. You both stare at each other and Pete smiles softly.

"It hurt me to leave you. You were my little girl, blood or not." Silence follows as you and Pete just sit next to each other. You lick your lips and your leg starts to bounce.

"You and Bradley have been in Miramar for the past two years," you say and Pete let's go of your hand.

"Yes."

"Did you guys think of me while you were together."

"Braidy, I think of you all the time."

"You didn't answer my question."

Pete swallows deeply and a pit grows in the pit of his stomach. "We didn't talk about you." That's all you need to hear before you stand up. You wipe your nose and nod before walking to the door. Pete's quick to grab your wrist and you stop. "Braidy, we miss you. Bradley misses you. Please, just talk to him."

You scoff in response and rip your wrist out of his grip. "It was nice talking to you, Pete." You exit the gym as quickly as you can and walk. You don't where you're going, but you just keep walking.

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[toiletwipes]

oh, darling (make it go away) | c!wilbur

Give me these moments back Give them back to me Give me that little kiss Give me your hand

— "This Woman's Work" by Kate Bush

~2k words / I'm not sure what this is but it's the only thing I could write. Sorry for the shit quality [Winter comes and brings your depression. Wilbur, your roommate, your... something, is there to help.]

For the nth time, you’ve sat and stared at the wall instead of the monitor. It’s not easy anymore, it doesn’t feel like breathing… it just doesn’t feel. It’s not coming to you anymore. You know why, breathing out, you move from out of the desk chair and take the three steps from your desk to your bed. The blankets have a stale smell to them but you breathe it in all the more, your limbs full of lead and weighing you down to the mattress. You know why, it just doesn’t make it any easier.

You lost count of the days, the weeks— months you’ve spent like this. Everything is too much. Even something you loved doing, you couldn’t even muster the energy to turn the damn monitor on. It would send you to tears if you hadn’t already cried in the morning. Wait, you lift a hand to brush your cheek. Damn, guess you could still cry after all. After doing nothing but crying and staring at the wall for hours, all you can do is waste in bed and cry again.

The door swings open with a loud croak, “— sorry I’m late, I went to pick up dinner and then some fucker cut me off and it was a whole thing—” and it shuts as he continues to walk and talk aloud in the silent apartment. You let out a benign hum, blinking slowly. When did you last eat? Today… today was a waste and weirdly enough, you find you haven't had anything since the big lunch from yesterday. You should probably put something into your system. By the time you try to convince yourself to sit up, your roommate is already walking into your room. “Come on, food is on the table and the TV is on, it’s your favorite soap.”

You had barely turned onto your side and you could only blink up at him as he kicked his shoes off, sitting on your bed. His hair curls into his face as he peers down at you, one of his hands coming up and patting your blanketed side. “Bad day?” He asks, quiet and with that beautiful smile of his. You blink your teary eyes at him as you give him a sluggish nod.

“That’s alright, you can finish it out with a bang. Want a shower before you eat?” That raises the question when you last had a shower and when you can’t immediately find the answer, you frown. You nod. “Want help getting up?” You mumble an affirmative. His smile doesn’t diminish and he doesn’t scold you, all he does is move to his feet and pull your covers back, taking your left hand into his and gently pulling you to your feet.

“There we go, see, you’re nearly in the shower.” You huff, almost laughing as he drapes an arm around your shoulder and guides you to the shared bathroom. He lets you shower by yourself, saying nothing of how long you stand underneath the hot spray, only hands you your plate, and scoots over to his side of the couch.

Your soap is dramatic as it always is, something you can count on. And when it’s over, Wilbur has no problem taking your plate and washing it alongside his. The couch is comfortable enough to sit with your legs tucked close to your body, a blanket pulled from the top of the couch to cover you.

“Dishes are done, I threw out the trash last night, think that’s it, is there anything we need to do before bed?” You shake your head numbly, you can’t think of anything. (Can’t really think, why is your head so heavy, so empty, so useless?)

He doesn’t say anything for a second before the couch dips beside you and he’s pulling your legs into his lap, the two of you staring at the blank screen of the TV.

“I think I’m getting worse.” Your voice croaks after its first use in a while.

“Yeah?” He says, just as quietly as you did. You risk a glance at him but his stare is fixated straight ahead, his fingers picking at a stray string from the blanket.

“I’m going to fail this semester. I can’t even play any games. I’m just-” tears prick your eyes again, it’s been so difficult for no fucking reason. There’s nothing wrong at all. You decided on one class this semester so it would be easier, so you couldn’t fail something if it was the only thing you had to focus on. And then October came and went, November quickly followed and somehow you’re behind on weeks of homework and material. It takes you and Wilbur to understand your professor despite being the one you requested because of his teaching style.

Your games had previously helped you cope until it wasn’t about coping and more about having fun. Until that died out— scratch that, until your energy died out.

“Why can’t it be July again?” July had been the best you had ever felt, the sun beaming down your face and the wind tickling your sides between your shirt and skin, at the beach and on your balcony, in the streets in the middle of the night- this summer had been an absolute dream. So why now- why after such a good summer, the best one you had in a while, why can’t you be happier? Why can’t you just get up and do your work and be normal? Hold his hand again, smile his way? Why can’t you do things for him again? Why does he have to do everything for you every December?

He meets your eyes and you can see it there, he’s tired too. He needs rest too. You feel the guilt eat your insides, tearing down your rib-cage and you almost wail with the heartache. “I’m a terrible roommate.” You say and the tears drip down your cheek.

“You’re not.” The scoff is wet when it leaves your throat, and you have to look away, nearly choking on the air as you try to hold the sobs back. “What? You think I’m lying?” He asks, patting your knee and you look back at him. Looking at him. Seeing his own glossy eyes and thinking what a pair you must make right now. Crying, together.

“I think you’re full of shit if you genuinely think that.” It’s more bark than bite but you want it to hurt, you want him to leave you behind and live his life again. Why does he have to do everything for you just to get by, just to fail again and again.

“That’s not fair,” he starts, “to you or me. But I see what you’re doing, you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“You should be out there,” it’s his turn scoffing at the words you say, “having fun, living your life, with your friends. It’s not fair to you.” He picks your legs off of his lap and he takes your hand, pulling you to your feet, even when you protest.

“I only ever went out when you did, you know that right?” You open your mouth to say something but he just shakes his head, guiding you by the shoulders back to your room. “And it’s not to say I don’t have fun when you’re not around, but I don’t think it’s worth going out and enjoying myself when I know you’re at home and miserable.”

“You shouldn’t have to take care of me because you feel guilty.”

“I don’t. I take care of you because you are single-handedly one of the most important people to me. I take care of you because I want to. I’m here because I want to be here.” By the time he’s finished talking, you’re sitting on your bed while he digs through your drawers. “Do you want the matching set?” He pulls out the one you bought, the set that matches his own pajamas right now. You sniffle, wiping your snot as you nod.

“Get changed, I’ll be there in a few, okay?” And he nudges you to the bathroom.

When you’ve managed to switch clothes, you can hear the distant ambience on your TV, and he comes into the bathroom, sets the timer as he pulls out the raspberry toothpaste. Five minutes later, when the paste has been spat out and the mouth wash gets everything else, and you’re sitting in your bed while he fusses about. Coming up with plans to save your credits and schedules and the likes while you thumb the fabric at the bottom of your sleep shirt.

“Can you-” you interrupt his thinking-out-loud process and catch his attention, “can you sleep here tonight?” As if you hadn’t asked the same thing of him yesterday or the day before. He doesn’t say anything mean. Only let a brief smile pass through his face before turning the brighter lights off while plugging in the lava lamp in the corner, just like how you liked it.

Once he’s settled next to you, the ache in your chest and head increase tenfold. The guilt builds again and like an oracle, his eyes blink open slowly and he reaches to hold your hand in his.

“Do you remember that day in July,” he says, wetting his lips before meeting your eyes again, “when you kissed me?” You nod.

“Would you be okay if I did it? If I kissed you?” His eyes search for something in yours, nervous for your response. Tears pool back in your eyes, falling past your nose and cheek and sinking into your pillowcase, you whisper a broken yes.

Your eyes flutter shut, squeezing them as you feel the bed shift under his weight, as he leans closer to you, and you can feel his breath fan across your mouth. You couldn’t breathe, it felt so unreal.. And when you couldn’t feel his breath or smell the faint raspberry from it, you wonder if you disgusted him until he brushed his lips against your cheek, just on the corner of your mouth.

Your eyes open meeting him, especially when he’s still so close to your face, “you missed back then, too.” That day, that beautiful, warm day that reminds you so much of the boy in front of you that it hurts. It was perfect that day. It felt like a dream. And despite it being so cold outside, it felt warm here too. And suddenly, it felt like July all over again. Like you could be normal again, like you could be happy.

He moves his face away, shifting until his arms are wrapped around your shoulders and waist, pulling you into his body closer and closer, as if you’d sink into him and all of your woes would become his to bear too. Legs entangle naturally and you can’t help the sob that wracks through you again.

“I know, I know.” He whispers, tightening his hold on you and letting you soak his shirt with your tears and snot. “I know.”

It won’t be easy for a long time, maybe not even until July has long since passed again, the future is unclear and your head and heart is heavy with ache and guilt and love.

But you won’t have to bear it alone. You never have to bear it alone again, not as long as he’s there. You can almost hear the promise in the way his hands squeeze at the fabric and skin they find, the way he sleeps easier in your bed, holding you.

You sink into his embrace now, letting the scent of his soap wash over you, the sounds of a gentle rain pattering on the ceiling from the television and the warmth of his skin… they lure you under the blanket of sleep.

And for the first time in a while, you’re back in July, staring at a boy you’ve lived and loved with, remembering the sun on your skin while you smiled at him, holding his hand.

It never seemed so close, before.

[pumpkinspiie]

arguments..

(warnings. arguments. cursing. angst. sad life.)

BREAKING NEWS, ELVIS PRESLEY HAS JUST ANNOUNCED THAT HE'S ENGAGED TO HIS LONG-TERM GIRLFRIEND PRISCILLA.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Tasha thought. Fuck this shit. sighing hard she cut off her TV and walked to her bedroom slamming it shut. Good thing her family wasn't home, she knew she wouldn't be able to answer any questions without breaking down.

Elvis and Tasha had been together for over 10 years. 10 years of her life she gave to that man just to be a side chick. Tasha knew what she was getting into when they first started dating but she didn't care. She loved him. She worshiped him. She adored him. In her eyes he couldn't do any wrong.

Tasha was 27 years old, journalist who was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. When she first met Elvis, it was at one of his shows at the International. The way he moved on that stage and sung those songs, it was immaculate, it pulled her in without letting her go for breath. The icing on the cake was when Elvis started going around kissing the girls. Long story short, that night was filled with much, much more euphoria.

Tasha cried herself to sleep that night. While the next couple of days were terribly unbearable. Elvis called multiple times, but she never picked up. Tasha was in her room reading when the doorbell rang. Setting her book down, she walked out of her room and went downstairs towards the door. There stood Elvis in his wearing his sunglasses. Tasha rolled her eyes and sighed. "What?" she questioned. This surprised Elvis, in their 10 years of knowing each other she never spoken to him like this. Yeah, they had small arguments but nothing like this. "What the hell do you mean 'what'? I've been calling you for the past two days and you haven't picked up not once." Tasha rolled her eyes once more before going to close the door, however, Elvis was faster and pushed through into her house.

"You wanna' tell me what that was about?" He stood to left of the couch where Tasha was sat staring wall with a pout. Elvis huffed "Goddamn it woman! Don't you hear me speaking to you ?!" his baritone voice now pushing out his southern accent. "YOU WANNA KNOW WHATS WRONG ELVIS?!" standing up she walked over to the table grabbing the newspaper then walking back and throwing it in his face. "THIS! THIS IS WHATS WRONG ELVIS!" Elvis didn't speak he just read the newspaper, not one emotion shown at all. "I-I-I don't know what to say." he stuttered.

"Do you love her?" she spoke quietly, Tasha knew the answer, she just needed confirmation. Elvis looked everywhere but her. That was all she needed.

"Get out." she spoke in barely a whisper. Elvis looked up at her in shock. "What?" Elvis stood up, walking over to try and grab her hand but Tasha pulled her hand away looking anywhere but his eyes. "Baby please don't do this, I love you." Tasha cringed, she knew he was only saying this so she didn't leave him. She took another step back. "if you loved me you wouldn't have married her." Elvis at this point was in tears. He feared this would happen someday, he hopped it would've been later rather than sooner. "Baby, you’re the one that I love."

"but she has your mornings, your nights, Shes the one you go home to at the end of the day!" Tasha broke down. She couldn't handle all pf this. She wanted nothing more than to go into her room and cry the rest of the night away. "That doesn't mean anything." he fought back. "THAT MEANS EVERYTHING!" Tasha picked up a empty glass bottle and threw it at Elvis, thankfully he dodged it.

"If you love me so much, then pick. Me or Her." Tasha knew she was crossing a line she shouldn't have but she didn't care. Blindsided by rage and sadness, she realized she had nothing left to loose.

"I ain't leaving my fiancé." he spoke silently. There was her answer. The thing her sadness was craving to hear. It hurt worse than anything she had experienced in her 27 years of living. This was something she didn't know of she would comeback from. "Then get the fuck out of my house."

elvis presley x reader

[flyingwargle]

bokuto hasn't been home in a month because of a series of away games, but he finally gets the chance when the team's last match is in tokyo before a four-day break. he waves goodbye to his teammates as they board the bus that'll bring them back to osaka and turns to walk toward the nearest train station.

"keiji! i'm home!" bokuto shouts as he enters the apartment. a flurry of footsteps follows, and his boyfriend appears in the hallway.

"welcome back, kou." akaashi's still in his pajamas, bedhead unruly, tired eyes bright with love as he approaches to embrace him, lithe arms wrapping around his waist. "i thought you weren't going to be back until tonight?"

"we managed to finish the team meeting last night, so the others left this morning. you're still in your pjs!"

"not for long. i have to leave for a meeting soon."

bokuto pulls back to frown at him. "it's a weekend! are you overworking again?"

"i know, but my seniors want me to meet a mangaka that's visiting. he lives in ibaraki and doesn't come to tokyo often." akaashi gives him a reassuring smile. "it won't be for long, i promise."

they enter the bedroom - bokuto to put his bag down and change into sweats, akaashi to change from pajamas to business casual. they head into the living room, where bokuto immediately sees changes from the last time he was home. "i forgot you redecorated!"

the changes are subtle - akaashi's desk is closer to the window, the couch pushed further away from the brand new tv. another new addition are the low shelves along the wall, countless framed photos adorning the surface, manga volumes crowding the rows. all are udai's works.

bokuto kneels and pulls out the first volume of mateo attack, the protagonist drawn in his full splendor on the cover. "did you buy these?"

"no, the printing press gave them to me. these are the first editions, so there may be printing errors that make them unsuitable to sell. i offered to take them instead of recycling them." akaashi sips his coffee. "you haven't read mateo attack yet, have you?"

"i didn't have time," bokuto says sheepishly. he's been saying he would, ever since it began serialization. "but now i do! it's better than just sitting around while you're gone."

he places the first five volumes on the coffee table and settles on the couch with the first one, pulling the blanket over his lap, arranging the pillows behind him. when was the last time he read like this? contrary to popular belief, bokuto does read by listening to audiobooks, morning runs and long commutes accompanied by tales of fantastical worlds and thrilling plots. the team has a bi-monthly book club (since that's how long it takes for them to finish a book), where they alternate between fiction and nonfiction. only one manga series has been recommended so far, a tragic yaoi oneshot that ended in unrequited love. everyone called their significant others afterwards, bokuto included. atsumu just laughed at them, and then cried. hinata comforted him.

"should we cook tonight?" akaashi asks from the kitchen. "or should we go out?"

"let's go on a date! wasn't there this sushi restaurant nearby you wanted to try?"

"i'd like that. i can call later to put in a reservation. the quality is above standard, so we'll need to dress appropriately."

it sounds like a pointed comment, but bokuto brushes it off. he has all day to style his hair and put on something that isn't polyester. "what time will you be done?"

"no later than three. we can eat at six?"

"okay! i'll just read, maybe go for a walk and find lunch later. mya-saam opened his shop nearby, right?"

"two stops away, just outside of the station. i can text you directions."

"i know how to use google, keiji!"

his boyfriend chuckles. "he's usually here on the weekends. i'm sure he'll be happy to see you."

as he turns to finish cleaning, bokuto settles down and opens the first volume. in his youth, he followed quite a few manga series but never finished them. maybe this will be the one that he'll see through all the way.

the art is pretty cool. the story is also about an underdog player who strives to win nationals in volleyball, which makes it better. he flips through, following the panels, making sure to appreciate the details before he moves to the next page.

it isn't long before his eyes grow heavy, and he loses focus. he blames the strenuous routine that he had for the last month catching up to him. lowering the book over his face, he lowers his arms across his chest, closing his eyes.

silence washes over him. slippers slide over the hardwood floor. a presence approaches, quiet and affectionate. the blanket slides over his upper body. the barest chuckle tickles the air around him. "i'm heading out now."

there's a kiss on the book over his face. then, in a whisper, "i love you. see you soon."

his footsteps retreat. a few minutes later, the front door opens and closes. that's when bokuto lets his blush overwhelm him, pressing the book against his face, kicking the couch like an overexcited high school boy.

that's who he is, though. keiji isn't the most affectionate person in the world, limiting his touches and love declarations. instead, he shows it through his tone, how he gently scolds bokuto for skimping on nutrition or going too hard on weights. he shows it by diligently picking up his call, no matter the time of day, and asking if he's eaten. he shows it by watching his games, wearing his jersey, proudly telling everyone that he's bokuto koutarou's boyfriend.

and bokuto is damn lucky to have him. he closes the book to press his lips where keiji did, smiling to himself. he's looking forward to tonight.

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inspiration: this fanart of bokuto reading meteo attack!

[stark-ironman]

A/N: Hello everyone. This will be my first post on this account. I hope you enjoy because I spent days on this.

Word count: 4.5k

Warnings: talks of kidnapping, crying and proposal

Tony Stark has been taken hostage by enemy forces.

Those words have been on the TV screen all morning. You've been sitting there on the couch with Happy, using Tony's laptop and working tirelessly to try and find him. You called Rhodes earlier in the week to tell him where Tony's cell phone location last showed up but nothing was there except for wreckage.

Not one sign of your multi-billionaire boyfriend. 

"He's going to turn up. We both know it." Happy tries to reassure. "Until he's back in my arms, I'm not going to stop looking." You say standing up and walking down the steps to his work area.

"Jarvis, let me see the map of Mr. Starks last known location." You say. Jarvis brings it up and you make the scene bigger, looking for some sort of clue to help you. A deep huff falls from your lips, scratching at your eyebrow as you search. 

Hours pass for what feels like eternity, nothing comes up. You have looked all over the map several times and nothing has popped up yet but you haven't lost hope.

"Jarvis, is there any new updates on Mr. Stark?" You ask. "I'll turn on the TV,  ma'am. There's something going on that might be in relations to Mr. Stark." He says turning the TV on. You look at the TV confused, watching as you see a war base on fire.

"Captain Rhodes is trying to get in touch with you. Shall I let him through?" Jarvis asks. "Yes, thank you Jarvis." You say as you answer the phone.

"We found him and we're bringing him home as we speak."

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Happy drove you to the airport as soon as he received word that the plane was fixing to land. You watch as the door opens, seeing Tony sitting there in a wheelchair. He stands up and walks towards you,  smiling softly when you run up and hug him.

"Miss me, sweetheart?" His smooth voice fills your ears, a small smirk on his face. You fight the urge to roll your eyes, kissing him softly. "Don't scare me like that again." You tell him with tears. "I don't plan on leaving you again." He whispers, kissing you again.

"Happy, take me to get a cheeseburger." Tony states as he opens the car door open for you. Once settled, Tony starts rubbing your thigh. "So, I heard my girl took charge of everything while I was gone. Must have been a sight to see." He smirks as his hand moves up on your thigh.

You smack his hand away and notice a little look on his face but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he looks out the window  as he grips your hand tighter.

The rest of the drive is sat in silence and you worry that you've upset Tony, noticing he's zoned out pretty bad. "Take the rest of the day off, Happy. We're not going anywhere and if we do then I'll call." Tony states as he grabs the bags of food and helps you out, leading you inside.

"Jarvis, lock the doors and turn off the phones. I don't want anybody to disturb us until I'm ready." He calls out. You help set the food on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch. Tony kneels on the floor in front of you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his head buries itself in your neck.

Soft whimpers fill the house and you feel your neck getting wet. "It's okay, baby." You whisper. "I was so scared, sweetheart. The whole way home I was scared shitlesss that someone was going to  attack again." He cries.

Your heart shatters hearing his confession and you start playing with his curls to try to calm him down. "Please don't ever leave me, sweetheart. I need you in my life for as long as I live." He whimpers. "Baby, you will never be able to get rid of me." You push him back, kissing him softly.

Tony stands up, grabbing your hand and leads you down to his workshop. "I was going to do this before I left but I didn't have the correct amount of time.." He trails while looking around and grabs a box off of one of the top shelves.

"I had to hide it so you wouldn't find it but I spent many months learning how to make this so you would have a perfect one." He continues and smiles when he sees your confused face. Tony gets on one knee in front of you and brings up a custom made box.

"I want to marry you, sweetheart. You have been my rock through everything in my life and I know I've taken you for granted at times but honey, I have always been all yours just like you've been all mine. Nobody can take that away from either of us. So please, marry me." He says, looking at you with hopeful eyes. 

"You know I will, Tone." You smile and he picks you up, kissing you deeply. "I love you until my last breath, sweetheart."

[haleyhunwritess]

Hiiii for the celebration (congrats again!!!🥰) can iiiii request Steve being super busy and little reader feeling kind of ignored and needy and he gives her a lot of reassurance that he still loves her 🥺(I hope that makes sense hehe) 💖💖💖

-timidpumpkin💖

🤍 drabble steve's little feeling neglected and needy after he's been busy with work

a/n: thanks bubba🥰🥰 this is a bit long for a drabble LOL but here's a sweet drabble filled with fluff (and a bit of angst but mostly fluff)🤍 guys send in as many asks as you want for the celebration i can't wait to write them all <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Ever since Steve started working more than usual, you were convinced he was merely using work as an excuse to get some time away from you.

Of course that wasn't true, however, you couldn't help but let your insecurities get the best of you.

Before getting together with Steve, you'd been told you have a slight tendency to get clingy and needy at times. Steve never seemed to mind it though. In fact it was one of the things he loved most about you. The way you'd curl into his arms after a long day at work and melt into his touch. He loved it.

But lately, work has been keeping him busier than usual, and you were worried that maybe he was only using work as an excuse. Maybe he didn't like the clinginess anymore. Maybe he was sick of it, or maybe he was sick of you.

And that's why when Steve was about to leave for work this morning, you wouldn't let him.

You begged him to take the day off, but he only frowned and told you that he couldn't do that.

You couldn't help but cry as he headed for the front door after breakfast.

"Please just stay today, I haven't seen you all week." You mumbled, fidgeting the hem of your dress nervously. You were trying your best not to cry, and Steve could tell.

"I don’t have a choice, I have to go…I’m sorry, love." He sighed, kissing the side of your head before heading out the door.

When he got home that evening, he was a little concerned at how quiet the house was. Usually when he got home from work, you were either playing in the room or watching TV while you waited for him to come home. Today it was so quiet, he wasn't even sure if you were home.

He felt awful for leaving you all alone this morning, especially while you were upset. He knew he'd been working a lot lately, and he hated it as much as you did. All he wanted to do was come home and spend some time with his baby.

“Sweets where are you?” He started looking around the house, checking to see if maybe you'd fallen asleep in the den. He got a bit worried when he realized you weren't downstairs at all.

He started walking upstairs to your room, hoping you were just taking a nap in there. When he entered the room, it was empty. Thankfully he could hear your sniffling coming from the closet due to his enhanced hearing.

He opened the closet door slowly, and noticed you crying on the floor with your knees up against your chest.

He quickly crouched down, and started checking you for any injuries, worried that you might be crying because you're hurt “What’s wrong, love? Why are hiding out in there? Are you okay?”

You finally looked up, stopping your crying for a second when you noticed Steve was home. You couldn't help but start crying even louder when he started asking you if you're okay.

He gently picked you up from the floor and brought you over to the bed, letting you sit on his lap. Gently rubbing your back and shushing your cries. He kept asking what was wrong but you only continued to cry your heart out in response.

Eventually, your cries died down and you finally got the courage to tell him what was wrong, “I-I was gonna p-pack up ‘m stuff and l-leave. But t-then I was ‘scared about being on ‘m own”

Steve couldn't even hide the shocked expression on his face. You were gonna leave? Was he really that bad to you?

“Sweetheart, what do you mean? Where are you going?” He continued rubbing your back, when he noticed you were about to start crying again.

“Was gonna leave and go ‘way” You mumbled, trying not to cry again. You wanted to leave when Steve left for work this morning. He would be so much happier without having to take care of me all the time, you thought, maybe he'll want to come home instead of working so much just to avoid me.

“Now why would you do that, bubba?” Steve tried not to show you how hurt he was by your confession. You were started to bite your finger nails, grazing your thumb every now and then against your lip. He knew that was a sign you were starting to regress even more.

“Wanted to leave, ‘cause y-you don’t wan me anymore.” You mumbled quietly, hating how needy you sounded when you said that. The look on his face made you feel even worse. You immediately climbed off of his lap, sitting next to him in bed instead.

“Oh sweetheart, that’s not true.” Steve sighed, realizing how much he'd been neglecting you lately. He knew you were upset with how much he'd been working lately but he didn't realize just how upset you were. He picked you back up to put you in his lap again, Come here, come to daddy.”

You instantly melted into his touch, having missed it all week. He wrapped his arms around you, and you did the sam. You sat there like that for a while, without saying a word. It was clear that you both missed each other all week. You could tell he needed this just as much as he did.

"I'm sorry for hurting you, I'm so sorry for hurting my baby." He mumbled against your skin, "I'm never letting you go, love. You're mine. I'll take some time off of work, hell I'll quit tomorrow."

You almost giggled at that, and it was enough to make Steve smile. He meant every word he said. There wasn't a thing in this world he wouldn't do to make you stay. Not after he almost lost you just now.

"I mean it, sweets, say the word and I'll quit. I'll do anything you want."

"Will you stay and cuddle with me tonight?" You whispered, hoping he wouldn't say no.

He didn't even answer you. Instead he just picked you up and brought you over to the closet, picking out a pair of your favourite comfort pyjamas. He helped you change before picking you up back up to bring you back to bed again. You laid there, waiting for him to change and climb into bed as well. He picked up your favourite stuffed bunny from where you left him on the closet floor and placed him in your arms. He climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you, leaving a trail of kisses all over you. Mumbling sweet nothings and apologies over and over until you fell asleep.

[caffeinatedopossum]

Very long post/ positive life update (tw mentions of suicide/self harm)

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I can't believe I'm doing so well on these new meds. It's genuinely unreal.

Just a couple months ago, I was severely suicidal every day. I was hurting myself nearly every day, crying nearly every day. I would cry until my eyes hurt, until my head hurt, even until I passed out from dehydration a few times. I wasn't talking to my friends. I was barely talking to anyone. I would stay in my room alone so long that *my roommates* would remark in surprise when they saw me out, saying they hadn't seen me in a while and asking how I was.

I was too depressed to even play video games. I couldn't focus on anything. I would sometimes just sit and stare at walls blankly because I genuinely could not *do* anything. I was having severe panic attacks at least once a day, every night, where I was literally convinced I was dying and that if I let myself fall asleep, I would die. I would keep myself up for hours, just laying there in terror.

This depression has been with me since I was only 13 years old. I tried to kill myself 3 different times, and for the first time in nearly 9 years, I'm glad I wasn't successful. When I was 13, I also developed anorexia. By now, I've been in recovery for just over 2 years. I thought that illness would kill me, I couldn't imagine living without it. I didn't *want* to live without it. I thought full recovery would always be impossible, even until recently, because the desire to relapse had been so strong. But... here I am. It's crazy.

Today, I went with my roommates (who are like family to me) to see the solar eclipse. I laid in the sun for hours - comfortable, happy. I can't recall ever feeling okay like this before. I complimented a stranger like it was easy. I talk to my friends every day now - we play video games and watch tv together or just talk. And I've made new friends. I haven't cried in over a month. I have a new dog- a little basset hound puppy- and I love him with my whole heart. I'm actually able to help my gf care for him too. I joined an asexual community discord server and have been participating in events like movie nights and writing club. I've even made some friends from the server.

My roommate bought me something I liked at the eclipse event- it was really expensive. And as I was thinking guiltily "I don't deserve this", I realized that feeling used to be a lot stronger. It used to be more frequent. I ate a cream puff today. I wasn't thinking about the calories in it. It was really good, it was nonchalant. It was normal. This gets to be normal for me now...? It's too good to be true. If I were a happy crier, I'd have broken my month long tear-free streak for sure

[ryeriy]

You're No Lover Of Mine - Jack Hughes

warnings: angst

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Jack and I have been dating for two years now. Recently we've been drifting father apart. I've been handing out with Quinn more than Jack these days. I've lived in Canada since I was born. So when I'm not visiting Jack and when I'm not busy, I am hanging out with Quinn. A.k.a Jacks older brother.

Jack was staying with me in Canada for the week to visit me. Things were different between us now. We didn't talk as much or cuddle as much. We didn't even get intimite. We usually are all over each other but the sparks aren't flying. I picked up my phone and gave Quinn a message.

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me

has jack ever talked to you about me and his relationship recently?

quinner

no why? is everything okay with you guys?

me

no. jack has been acting weird lately and he's visiting me for the week ans it's been four days and we haven't cuddled once or even kissed let alone get intimite with each other.

quinner

oh dang, you guys have been dating for so long. maybe try talking to him?

me

thanks quinner :)

quinner

of course, anytime :)

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I put my phone down to the side and looked over at Jack. I sighed before moving my body to face towards him.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I've just noticed we haven't been the same lately. I just wanted to talk about it with you...you know." I softly said to him.

"What about it?"

"Well I just that we could talk about it."

"What that you've been spending more time with my brother than me?" He accused me.

"What?!"

"Oh please! I know you've been hanging out with Quinn. All the time. I saw you on TV at one of his games with his jersey!"

"Jack! I was just being supportive of your brother!"

"By wearing his jersey! You can't even come to mine that are here and you don't even wear my jersey!"

Tears start to form in my eyes. I sense the end is near. Time is running out for the two of us. All because I was texting Quinn. I never thought of having those feeling for Quinn until now. Now that Jack mentions it.

"I think it's best if you leave." I say while holding back streams of tears. I know this would be the last time. I just didn't want it to be the end. For us. I hear Jack sighs.

"I don't mean to break your heart but can't you see. Quinn and you have a better relationship in a few months than we've had in two years. I know it's sad and upsetting but I want to see you happy. You're better off with him." I could hear the tremors in his voice his eyes watering up.

"Jack I-" I stop. I just don't know what to say but I pull him into a hug and cry. I can hear him crying with me.

"I'm going to miss you."

"I want to be with you still though." I cry out to him.

"I know, but it's for the better."

"Jack! Please no, I love you and always will." I pull away and look at him with teary eyes. His eyes looking the same.

"I do too, It's just not meant to be." He says while giving me a kiss on the forehead before going to the bedroom to grab his things. All I can do is cry.

Even after we said out farewells I still cried on the floor. Alone. For hours. Until I called Quinn. I told him what happened and I needed him to come over. I needed someone to lean on. I'll miss him. Thinking back on it, maybe it was for the better.

[cosmicstarlatte]

Papa Bear (Obey Me!)

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Lucifer walks in on Diavolo & Levi making out. (DiaLevi)

»Tags: Protective Lucifer, DiaLevi, Fluff/Humor, One shot

Lucifer has seen a lot through out his life. He's experienced things most people haven't. He has quite literally gone through heaven and hell. A lot of things don't surprise him anymore. He didn't think much of anything could. Especially having someone like Mammon around.

Then he found Diavolo on top of Levi in a compromising position, lips fully locked and them feverishly moaning. In the House of Lamentation common room.

Lucifer froze.

He's not sure anything in the entire universe could've ever prepared him for such a sight. He could only contemplate the decisions in his life he made that lead him up to this dreadful moment.

Their breathy moans unfortunately brought him back to reality. Seriously, how have they not noticed him yet? Do they not have any shame!?

Diavolo cupped Levi's face as he bit his neck.

In one swift moment Lucifers demeanor changed.

How dare Diavolo touch his younger brother like that? Like...like an animal! Like some property! His sweet innocent younger brother! He used to change his diapers! He use to watch anime morning cartoons with him to ease his anxiety!

Lucifer loudly stomped over and gripped Diavolos collar, flinging him backwards into the wall effortlessly. He then scooped up Levi, threw him over his shoulder and patted his back protectively.

"Lucifer!" They both cried out in shock. Oh please, if they weren't so horny they would've noticed him long ago.

Lucifer gave Diavolo a tight murderous smile. His furious red eyes bore into him.

"Lord Diavolo...I believe Barbatos was looking for you." Lucifers words dripped with malice. Diavolo gulped.

"O-oh yes..."

Diavolo hurriedly said his goodbyes and fled while he could. Levi stayed lifeless on Lucifer's shoulder, processing the entire embarrassing situation.

"Lucif-"

"Leviathan."

Levi went silent.

Lucifer made his way carrying Levi to his room. One by one they passed the other brothers who curiously popped out and wondered why exactly Lucifer was carrying Levi like that, looking so murderous. They made the intelligent decision to not ask.

Lucifer kicked Levi's bedroom door down and sat him in front of the tv.

"What are we-"

"Just put on an old morning anime we use to watch." Lucifer cut him off, sulking. Lucifer kicked off his shoes and made himself comfortable under a blanket.

Levi stared blankly at a burrito wrapped Lucifer. He smiled once he understood.

"Sure."

The younger demon got his own blanket and cuddled next to his older brother who welcomed him. They watched their old favorites for the rest of the day, sharing in laughs together.

[freeuselandonorris]

15 questions 15 friends

i was tagged by i thinkkk @bright-and-burning and @481boxboxbaby absolutely ages ago, sorry it's taken me so long to get to this!

Are you named after anyone? no! my mum liked the name sophie because it means ‘wisdom’ in greek and she’d lived in greece for a while.

When was the last you cried? i had a little sob watching the ‘life and death of lily savage’ documentary on itv the other week because i am still so, so sad about paul o’grady dying, i adored him. as a kid, my favourite comedians (who i saw on tv) were julian clary and lily savage. half their jokes flew over my head but that dog was always in me!! anyway, as for real sobbing crying… i’m actually not sure? it was a while ago for sure. may it stay that way 🙏

Do you have kids? nope, and i won’t be having them. people used to tell me i’d change my mind once i got older and now i’m 35 and still have not experienced a single maternal twinge.

What sports do you play/have you played? i don’t play any kind of competitive sports and have avoided them for most of my life (i have extremely poor hand-eye coordination, hypermobile limbs and rubbish lungs. i’m not built for speed) but i do pole fitness and have done for about three years now, i’m not great at it (see above) but i loooove it and it’s gotten me way more hench than i was.

Do you use sarcasm? i used to use it constantly as a defence thing but less so these days. i do still use it though yeah.

What is the first thing you notice about people? sometimes i have this thing where the first second i meet someone i have this weird shine effect where i know they’re going to be a very important part of my life (good or bad). it’s only happened about three or four times but it’s always been right. on a more prosaic level: eyes, smile, body language.

What is your eye color? blue. it’s quite bright.

Scary movies or happy endings? scary movies!! love a good horror. i don’t like jumpscares or found footage/haunted doll whatever ones, but i love the nasty shit: video nasties, torture porn, french extreme, pinky horror, faux snuff, that kinda thing. i don’t want them so much these days but i was pretty obsessed for a while.

Any talents? i’m good at writing and drawing/painting, and i’m quite practical in the sense that i can fix things and build things, like i LOVE building flatpack furniture. i think my main ‘talent’ though is just that i can pick things up quickly. if i’m shown how to do something, generally i can do it pretty well quite quickly and i don’t need to be shown lots of times, and i’m good at being given a starting point and figuring things out from there. i think that’s the ‘talent’ i use most in life, certainly in work anyway.

Where were you born? north-west england.

What are your hobbies? writing! painting, drawing, reading, gaming, pole, strength training. i also have the classic ADHD thing of picking a new thing to be obsessed with for a month and spending a fortune on it three times a year.

Do you have any pets? no :( my mum has a lovely big useless fat cat called bandit though who i have shared custody of, she just can’t live at my flat.

How tall are you? 5’8’’ or 172cm

Favorite subject at school? art and english. i also quite liked what we called ‘tech’ which was like woodwork, metalwork, product design type stuff.

Dream job? i do not dream of labour. fr though i don’t really have one and never have, apart from maybe writer or artist but realistically i think i’d end up hating them if i had to rely on them to pay my bills. i thought about trying to get into motorsport jobs for a while but the hours look long, the pay is terrible, the atmosphere for femme people is…mixed, and i’d have to move halfway across the country. so yeah idk. universal basic income now!

not tagging anyone bc i'm so late to the party on this lol, but if you haven't been tagged and want to be, lmk and i'll tag you!