#i want a goddamn nap before dinner

[frogeyedape]

I am 2 days late in picking up my refills. 2 days sans one of the drugs that helps me function. I am sitting sideways on a single stair in the deepening gloom of twilight not putting shoes on and not picking up keys wallet etc and not going to the pharmacy because...why? Genuinely. There is no good reason for this. Yay executive dysfunction!

I made the plan: pick up RX and buy materials for breakfast tomorrow. Coming down the stairs I added: hmm maybe I will also buy other meal ingredients for quesadillas? At which point I thought but no, I have the dish I made yesterday...but I finished the rice and need to make more rice...and here I am stuck in decision paralysis.

[dilf-issues]

Vanilla | C.M

Requested by Anon: hey dunno you take requests but since your writing is so hot , I'm willing to ask if you consider writing about roleplaying with Cillian and his wife or gf to break the dull routine they were stuck into , the way he suggested that to her being embarrassed and the sweet moments they ditch the characters in bed. He could bring his characters *cough cough * Tommy shelby. Thank you x

Synopsis: In which your boyfriend, Cillian, finds out you’ve been reading erotic fiction about his character in the Peaky Blinders, Tommy Shelby. Cillian shows you how much of a great actor he is.

Warnings: Age gap, the reader is in her 20s and Cillian is in his 40s. Roleplaying, extremely rough sex, dumbification, degradation, face slapping, spitting, pussy spanking, oral sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, and a little cnc. THIS IS KIND OF DARK SO BE WARNED. Everything is consented it’s just that... Cillian’s gonna be rough, like ROUGH

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Cillian had been busy. He had an upcoming new season this year and his schedule was packed. You haven’t spent time with him in quite some time now. He constantly apologized for not giving you enough attention and promised to make it up to you.

He decided to fulfill this promise.

Since he was the main character in his series ‘Peaky Blinders’, he did have massive privilege in the production. He had never done it before since he had been such a dedicated person to work with, however, he felt like he should sacrifice his work just for you. He wanted to spend the time with you, maybe have some dinner together at a nice restaurant. Just the usual things the both of you would do. Every time he had some free time he would do some nice things for you, treat you like a princess.

He came home from work that day, he got permission to take the week off and he even got back early from set. He wanted to surprise you, he had a flower in his hands a box of your favorite soft cookies. It was all so perfect.

When he came home, he saw that the first floor was empty and there were no signs of you anywhere. He went upstairs since he reckoned you were in the bedroom, probably taking a nap or reading a book.

Cillian was so happy. He was a man who barely showed any emotions in public but with you, it was different. He had a wide smile on his face, ready to surprise you but when he opened the door, he didn’t see you on the bed.

Instead, he heard the shower running and so he hummed to himself, setting the gifts down as he sat on the bed to wait for you.

As he patiently waited, he noticed your phone was still on. You were the type of person to let the screen go on forever instead of turning it off every 3 minutes like him. He glanced absentmindedly as he saw you were reading some sort of story on your phone. His actions were harmless, he just wanted to see what you were reading.

His eyes skimmed through the words as his blood runs cold.

‘Tommy had me bent over his desk, ass red and swollen from all the beatings. My pussy was leaking down onto the expensive wood, desperate for his cock to ram inside me.

“Please, Mr. Shelby, I need your cock!” I plead like a good whore as he growled.

“You are nothing but a filthy cocksleeve”

Tommy? Shelby? His Tommy Shelby? The character that he played?

It seemed like all of the blood started circulating to his face as he flushed at the filthy thing he had just read. Y/N? His sweet Y/N was reading something like that?

Cillian couldn’t believe it because someone as young and pure as he would never be this dirty. Because of their age gap, he saw her as someone that he needed to protect, shield from the rest of the goddamned world. His fragile little princess that he wouldn’t dare to inflict even a slight force in fear that she might break and shatter into pieces.

The sound of the shower became silent and it interrupted his thoughts, he quickly placed her phone where it belonged as he stood up and smoothened the spot on the bed where he sat to make it seem like he just came in.

When you had walked out, it took you a moment to notice Cillian standing there with your gifts but when you did, you gave him a small scream as you ran towards him, your figure wearing nothing but a small towel.

“Cillian?! You’re back? You brought me gifts!” You exclaimed as her wet body embraced him in a hug. Cillian was somewhat still blank from what he was reading earlier.

‘If she had liked that kinda stuff so much he could push her on the bed and beat her ass right now’

His eyes widened at his own thoughts as he tried to push them away, “Yes princess, I thought maybe I haven’t been paying attention to you now have I? I’m all yours for the week, baby”

You pouted as you nodded at him, and then he realized how submissive-looking you were. You had always had a demeanor of what he would expect someone much younger than him to have, however, Cillian was starting to look at it in a new light.

It doesn't help the fact that he still has his Thomas Shelby haircut for the filming.

It also doesn’t help she was almost naked in front of him, he hadn’t fucked her in weeks. It’s almost fitting.

Maybe doing something about it wouldn’t hurt now would it?

Oh... But it’s definitely gonna hurt you...

Cillian watched closely as the girl before him admired his gifts for her in awe. His eyes became more and more lusted as he figured out a way to approach you.

“Love, can I ask you a question?”

You hummed at him innocently as she raised her brows at him, “Anything, Cill...”

“What have you been reading on your phone, hmm?” Her eyes widened slightly as her heart started to pound in her chest. Cillian was looking at her so intensely that it was slightly scary. She didn’t know if she should lie, or if she should tell him the truth. However, since he had asked... It was obvious he knew the truth.

“Cillian I can explain” You sputtered, panicking on the inside as Cillian started closing whatever gap that both of you had, he was looking down on you in a way he had never done before. You felt the chill run down your spine as you felt the back of your knees hitting the bed.

“Explain” He commanded.

“It’s just... You know I love you and you know I should be honest to you no matter what. But... I just... We haven’t been together in a long time lately and even when we do... It’s always the same...” You felt guilty saying this to him, it’s not like he was bad at sex. He was great. However, you were getting bored with the same soft and loving sex you two always had. “I just... I hope you can be a little rougher, that’s all. You’ve always been... So soft”

“Soft... Hm?” He tilted his head to the side as he stared at you almost mockingly, “Be careful of what you wish for, love”

You had felt your heart stop when Cillian’s smooth Irish accent suddenly turned into the dark Brummie accent you had always heard about on the TV. The one you had always touched yourself to when he wasn’t around.

Then out of nowhere, Cillian had roughly pushed you on the bed as you fell down and whimpered softly. He pulled off the towel on your body as you were left naked, “C-Cillian!”

“Who the fuck is Cillian, eh? Have you been fucking whoring yourself out to another man?” Cillian cursed at you as he quickly took his clothes off, “You’re my whore. You’re mine to fuck, you got it?”

Then you can physically feel your gears shifting in your brain, “T-Tommy?”

Your body shivered as you felt yourself getting wet, you were all naked and you were ready for him. You felt your legs spread instinctively as you heard him laugh, “You really are such a desperate fucking cunt, eh?”

‘Tommy’ had bent down as he gripped your face by the cheeks and roughly shook your head, “Who do you belong to? Who do you fucking belong to?”

“Y-You Cill-Tommy! I belong to you!” Tommy smirked, as his hands traveled down to your navel, teasing you as he drew figures on the skin, making you whine, “Open your fucking mouth you dirty whore”

You wasted no time opening your mouth for him, wide with your tongue out. Suddenly, he did the unexpected when he spat in your mouth, “Fucking swallow it, princess”

You swallowed his spit like a good girl as you held out your tongue to show to him, suddenly seeking his praise and validation however it never came. Tommy just hummed as he let go of your face harshly, almost slamming your head onto the plush bedding.

Characters aside, Cillian was never like this. Throughout the year of your relationship, he had always been gentle and kind, treating you like a soft feather and taking care of you. Maybe because it was because he was much older he had felt like he needed to treat you gently. You never realized Cillian had this side to him. He had always had this side, you just never awaken it.

“Spread your legs wider” He commanded, his voice dark as his character, you listened to him, eager to show him you were his good girl as he hummed looking down at the glistening flesh in between your legs. You were so wet it had dripped down and leaked onto the bedsheet. Without a warning, Tommy gives a hard slap to your cunt and you screamed out. You thought he was doing it once but it seems like it came over and over again, beating your swollen pussy and clit until it was throbbing and red. You cried out of pleasure and pain, as you begged him. You didn’t know what you were begging for but it was sure not for him to stop.

“You fucking like this don’t you? Fucking hell, look at you. You’re fucking wet, you like getting fucking beaten and bruised huh? What a fucking whore. You are nothing. You are only good for fucking, you are only here to fuck. Remember that, you fucking cunt”

Tears were flowing down and you were desperate you were so desperate for his cock. After each word, Tommy spat on your body, leaving you all wet and filthy combined with your own sweat and arousal.

“P-Please! P-Please, fuck me, Tommy! Please I need your cock. Please I want your cum. I need it inside me!” You pleaded like a whore as he slapped your face. You moaned out as his hand traveled down your neck and choked it just enough to make you feel the air around you restricting. “Tommy, I can’t, I need your cock”

He scoffed, pulling down his pants as whipped out his cock. It was so hard to the point where it became purplish-red, the veins covering the base as the head leaked with pre-cum.

“You want my cock?” He lined up his tip on your vagina, “You fucking get it you cocksleeve”

Without giving you a warning and time to adjust, Tommy slammed his cock inside your cunt and he wasted no time ramming into you roughly. Not like you needed time to adjust since you were sopping wet. All you can do is choke out his name and moans as he grunts with each slam.

His pace was rough and deep and for someone like hin with his age, he had the stamina to go on and on fucking you so rough till you can feel him ramming in your stomach.

No words could even cum out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back as he fucks you braindead.

Spit drooling at the side of your mouth as you babble like a cock hungry whore underneath him.

“I’m gonna fucking cum and you’re gonna take it. You’re gonna fucking carry my babies, and even then it is not gonna stop me from fucking you stupid”

You could feel him twitching as his thrusts were getting sloppier and sloppier, you could also feel your orgasm coiling in your tummy as you cried out once you let it all go, the liquid splashing all over the both of you as you squirt on his dick.

You were heavily overstimulated and you screamed as Tommy fucked the cum out of him.

The warm seed spilled inside your walls as he grunted in pleasure, leaning down as he bit your neck and drew blood to the surface.

Tommy looked at you all fucked out, eyes still rolling at the back of your head as you continue to babble nonsense to nothing.

He breathes heavily as he lays down beside you, carefully moving your body to cuddle up to him.

“Like I said, my love... Be careful of what you wished for”

[roosterforme]

The Curveball Part 13 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Molly didn't think life with Bob could get any better. Then their son arrives, and she's proven wrong yet again. She doesn't know what the future holds, but she knows that she wants her family with her for every adventure. And that starts with a trip down a grassy path through some wildflowers.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, swears, pregnancy, smut, 18+

Length: 3900 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story accompanies Batting Practice!)

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With the number of times Bob had to field the question, "So how did you and Molly get engaged?" you would have thought he could answer it by now without blushing. But he couldn't. Not even close. 

The only ones who knew what really happened were Nat, Bradley and Molly's sister. Nat kept calling Molly 'a goddamn legend'. Bradley cringed. And Molly's sister just said, "Yeah, that tracks."

But Molly kept those pretty Mrs. Floyd nipple piercings in for him, and he loved her even more for it. Her belly had gotten so big by Valentine's Day, he didn't know how she'd make it all the way to her due date in another four weeks. She looked absolutely exhausted after every shift in the emergency room, and more often than not, she ended up falling asleep on the couch with him after dinner while they watched a murder documentary. 

"Mo," he whispered on Friday night after she fell asleep mostly on top of him on the couch, his big hand splayed over her belly. His son was squirming a bit as he stroked her soft skin. She was incredible. His Molly. They hadn't decided exactly when they were going to get married, but she kept talking about wildflower meadows. So he agreed to wait until the summer, after the baby was born. 

He had to whisper her name a few times before she jolted awake. "Hmm?" she moaned. "Bobby, I was in the middle of a delicious nap." He kissed her lips when she pouted at him. 

"Let's get in bed, Honey," he said softly, pulling her shirt down over her belly. "We have to babysit Ev tomorrow so your sister and Bradley can go out for Valentine's Day."

She smirked at him. "They like to do dirty shit in the Bronco."

Bob just shrugged. "We do dirty stuff in my truck all the time."

She moaned softly as she said, "We sure do, Lieutenant Floyd." Bob's eyes slowly closed as Molly's hand skimmed down his abs and into the waistband on his underwear. "Dirty stuff everywhere. Anything my fiancé wants."

Bob grunted as her small hand wrapped around his cock, and her lips grazed his stubbled jaw. He was getting harder as she stroked him slowly, tongue darting out to taste his neck. "Molly," he moaned, bucking up into her hand as she teased his tip. But she just hummed against him as she jerked him off. And then her hand slowly came to a stop until she was just softly cupping his balls.

And then he heard her soft, even breathing next to his ear, and Bob couldn't help but laugh. She actually fell asleep while she was giving him a handjob. Bob thought for a moment that maybe a less secure man would be insulted, and maybe that's what Molly was used to in the past, but he knew she was beyond tired right now. 

He kissed her forehead and gently eased her hand back out from his underwear. "It's bedtime," he whispered, and she jolted awake again.

"No," she said, shaking her head and trying to reach for his cock. 

"Yes," he replied with a chuckle as he slid out from under her without being too rough with her bump. "Come on, and I'll rub your back until you fall asleep in bed."

"Mmkay," she agreed, bleary eyed as Bob led her to their bedroom. He helped her get undressed, kneeling in front of her and placing some gentle kisses to her belly like he did every night. 

"I love you," he whispered as Molly ran her fingers through his hair. The nightly conversations with his son were something he was definitely going to keep doing after the baby was born. "I can't wait to meet you. We just finished getting your nursery ready. I hope you like baseball, because your Uncle Bradley and I went a little nuts in there."

"That's an understatement," Molly whispered. "They went flipping bananas."

Bob cupped her pretty belly with both of his hands and smiled. "Mommy's right. We did go overboard."

He watched Molly yawn before she said, "It's okay. Everett and Piper will teach him all about baseball." And then she kept yawning, so Bob got her settled into bed with a pillow tucked against her belly. He set his glasses on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. And then he climbed in behind her as the big spoon and kissed the engagement ring she was wearing. 

"You wanna talk about baby names?" he asked, rubbing his hand along her side, because he knew it would make her sleepy.

"I only like a handful of names," she replied, and Bob could hear the pout in her voice even though the room was dark. 

"Come on, Mo. Literally anything except Everett. Your sister will never forgive you."

"Yeah, but my nephew will think it's funny, and that's almost enough motivation for me to do it."

Bob groaned. "What's your second favorite name?"

It took Molly a few moments, but eventually she said, "I want to name him after you."

"Robert Junior?" he said, already shaking his head. "RJ?" He didn't like it at all.

"No. Your middle name. We can call him Charlie," she mumbled, obviously dozing off.

Now Bob smiled as he kissed his sleeping fiancee on the shoulder. "Charlie Floyd."

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Since it wasn't a leap year, Molly knew Bob wasn't really getting a birthday. "Still only eight years old," she told him on February twenty eighth. She was straddling his lap on the couch, but her belly was fucking enormous now and always in the way. He didn't seem to mind though as he gently held her and cradled her and the baby. She kissed down his cheek until she got to his lips. "You look terrible for your age."

Bob burst out laughing. "Thanks, Honey. Hoping the kid gets your genetics."

"Call him by his name," she whispered. 

"Charlie," Bob said with a smile. There was no room left for Charlie to move around too much, but he always seemed to know when Bob was nearby. He was currently squirming so much, Molly was getting heartburn. 

"He just wants his daddy all the time," she said, running her hands slowly over Bob's chest. "I want his daddy all the time, too."

"Yeah?" Bob asked cautiously. It was really difficult to fuck now. Molly was always uncomfortable. But she knew Bob was never going to rush her. So they spent about five minutes getting her propped up on the couch with throw pillows.

"This is a lot of work for you to get some birthday sex, Bobby," she crooned as his erection bumped her repeatedly in the leg while he made sure she was comfortable. 

"It's worth it," he replied as he sank into her warm pussy.

"Oh, yeah... definitely worth it," she agreed, rocking back gently to meet his slow thrusts. It was unhurried and perfect, and Bob's big hands wrapped around to her belly made her feel safe. 

But later that evening, she knew she had to do something she really didn't want to do. "Bob, it's time," she said solemnly as she stood with her jewelry box in both hands. 

"I understand," he whispered, taking it from her and sitting down on their bed. He sighed sadly and watched her pull her shirt over her head followed by her sports bra. And then the pretty Mrs. Floyd piercings had to come out. She almost laughed at the sad look on his face as she put them in her jewelry box and closed the lid.

"They'll be back. I promise."

"I know," he whispered, kissing along both of her breasts and nuzzling her with his nose. She felt like she looked all swollen and misshapen, but he didn't seem to mind as he kissed her everywhere.

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"You can't be serious right now," Molly groaned the following night as she nibbled on some pizza. Everyone was out for Bob's fake birthday at the usual restaurant. "You're going to Disney World? Without me?!" she asked Everett.

Bob tried not to laugh as his soon to be nephew looked genuinely upset. "Mom, can we bring Aunt Molly with us?" he whispered.

But Molly just laughed and kissed him. "No, this vacation is for you and your parents. Besides, the baby will be too young this summer. I'll come next time."

"How much longer until the baby comes?" Everett asked her looking at her belly hopefully. "This is taking forever."

"Hopefully just a few more days," Bob supplied, offering Molly more pizza. But she hadn't even finished one slice yet, just sipping some apple juice instead. 

"No," she told him. "I don't feel great today."

Then Bob noticed the ridiculous grin on Everett's face where he sat perched on Bradley's lap. "I got a new dad. I'm getting my very own cousin, and even an Uncle Bob!"

"You're living your best life, my man," Molly told him. "It's like you planned this all out."

But she really didn't look comfortable at all, and Bob knew she was struggling with fatigue now. So he kissed her cheek, insisted on paying for dinner, and started to herd everyone outside. As soon as he opened the passenger side door of his truck and tried to help her in, she started shaking her head. 

"I'm going to throw up," she insisted and started heading for some of the shrubs along the side of the parking lot. "Oh. Oh no."

But she didn't throw up. Her water broke. Bob froze as Molly turned to look at him as she started crying. "I just peed," she whispered.

Then his adrenaline kicked in fully, and he closed the distance to her. "Honey, I think your water broke," he said gently, and she gasped, panic all over her face.

"No," she said, shaking her head more. "I'm not ready."

"I don't think we have much choice," he told her carefully as he guided her back to the truck. Her sister had already left with Bradley and Everett, so he would have to call them once they got to the hospital. But he needed to focus on this first, because Molly was starting to lose it.

"I can't do this. I can't!" she nearly screamed, fighting him as he tried to get her into the truck. Her pink leggings were all wet, and she was scrambling in every direction seemingly at the same time. "I don't want to," she informed him, eyes wide and unsure. 

"I'll be with you the whole time," he whispered, kissing her cheek. He was over prepared. He knew that. But he'd been sending Molly around everywhere with her hospital bag which he had packed for her, and it was currently tucked behind the driver's seat. She was as ready as she was going to be whether she wanted to admit it or not. 

Once he was finally pulling out of the parking lot with Molly successfully buckled in, Bob felt the panic as well, but he tried to keep his cool. Then suddenly Molly clutched at her belly and loudly groaned, "Shit."

"What?!"

"Is that a contraction?" she asked, gripping at the door handle. "Shit! Fucking hurts!"

When they finally got to the hospital, things had gotten worse. He took her in through the emergency room since that was where she worked. Everyone ran out to watch Bob wheel her inside in a wheelchair. She was gripping the arms and looking back up at him like he was absolutely ruining her day by bringing her here. 

"Molly's here!" one of her coworkers yelled.

Molly responded by crying and shouting, "Fuck!" But nobody seemed to think this was unexpected. They just helped Bob along to the elevator and opened all of the necessary doors to get her to the labor and delivery area.

"Thanks," he told them as another nurse let him know he could take Molly into room two. There were new mothers and nurses pushing bassinets around. It was serene. Peaceful. Really one of the loveliest things Bob had ever seen. And he was currently interrupting it by pushing Molly through as she moaned the f-word so loud and so long that nearly everyone was turning to look. 

"It's okay, Honey," he promised as he got her into room number two. 

"No, Bob!" she shouted. "It is fucking not okay! I feel like I pissed myself. I look like I pissed myself. And Charlie fucking hates me, because it hurts so much!"

She was doubled over, holding her belly. The pain on her face as she had a contraction made Bob reach for her instantly. A tear slid down her cheek, and she whimpered. And then the obscenities flowed. 

Bob tried to apologize to all of the nurses as Molly called them 'fucking assfucks', but they didn't seem to mind at all. He did however close the door as her contractions got closer together.

Hours later, after he had called his mom and Molly's sister and told them what was going on, Bob was exhausted. But he knew Molly was much worse off in that department. She was soaked with sweat and was currently glaring at him. 

"I hope you're happy, Bob," she growled, eyes flashing. "Your monster cock did this to me. Lulled me into a false sense of sexual bliss. And then your filthy mega sperm took over, and finished the job."

She looked like she wanted to hurt him, and he had to try very hard not to laugh as he held her hand. "I'm sorry, Mo. I'll never do it again," he promised.

Then she started crying. "You'll never fuck me again?"

"That's not what I meant!" he said quickly, but she was already in tears. And she said the word 'cuntbag' so many times in a row while she pushed that he lost count. 

"I see the baby," the doctor finally announced after what seemed like days. 

"Get it out! Get it fucking out!" Molly screamed, and Bob felt like screaming too. She had such a tight grip on his fingers, he was sure she cracked some bones. 

But when she looked at him, clearly scared, he kissed her sweaty forehead and told her he had never been more impressed by anyone in his entire life. And it was the truth. She looked like she was on the verge of passing out when the doctor announced that it was in fact a boy and gave the time of birth. After Charlie was measured and weighed, one of the nurses placed him in Molly's arms. 

"I don't know what to do," she whispered, carefully holding him against her chest with one arm and stroking his cheek with her fingers. "I don't know what to do." But her gaze was transfixed on their son, and her lips were softly parted in wonder. Bob could already tell that Charlie was the perfect baby. Little puckered lips and eyes that were fighting to stay open against the bright overhead lights. 

"Oh my god," Bob whispered, leaning down to kiss his son. "Molly. He's actually perfect."

Her fingers stroked along his soft skin while Bob held onto one tiny fist. "He actually is."

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The only problem with the next few months was that they flew by. All of Bob's aviator friends had covered the pickup truck in yellow and black BABY ON BOARD signs the day they took Charlie home from the hospital. Molly thought it was hilarious, but Bob grumbled as he removed all of them. 

To Molly's extreme annoyance, Charlie seemed to prefer Bradley over all of their other visitors. Everett was overjoyed every time he got to sit with the baby, and her sister was already helping Molly with literally everything under the sun. But it was Bradley who was able to calm Charlie down and get him to fall asleep on his chest. 

"I'm the baby whisperer," he informed everyone every time he had the opportunity. 

"You're Uncle Turd," Molly told him, but Bradley just smiled at her. She couldn't be too mean, because she needed his help. He was the one who was supposed to be distracting Bob for an entire day while Molly got her wedding gift for him finished. 

She wasn't sure what the two men were going to do after the batting cages, but Molly didn't really care. She had approximately seven hours from the time she dropped Charlie off with her sister to the time she had to be back home. The wedding was in a week, the bodice of her dress was sheer lace, and she wanted the tattoo to be perfect. 

After she told her tattoo artist the exact placement she wanted and the colors to use, she sat back in the chair in her bra with her arm over her head. Molly looked down at the stretch marks on her still puffy belly. Instead of talking to Charlie there every night, Bob sat in the nursery for fifteen minutes and chatted while he rocked him to sleep. And then he did any number of sweet or dirty things to her before they fell asleep together for a few precious hours until the baby woke them up. 

But Bob never once made her feel like her weird looking belly was an issue for him. And when she brought it up one night with tears threatening behind her eyes, he told her she was more beautiful than anything he could have ever dreamed up. And Bob never lied. 

"All finished," the artist said, wiping along her skin with a towel one last time and handing her a mirror. 

A big, bold violet. A beautiful, blooming daffodil. And even a small pink rosebud. Bob, Charlie and Bradley. "Looks great."

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As soon as Molly showed Bob her tattoo, he wrapped her up in his arms. "Gorgeous, Honey," he said, kissing her before examining it a little closer. He ran his fingers along the colorful carnations that were there for her mom and dad, and when he got to the daffodil that she got for Charlier, his fingers froze. There was a small gap between his flower and their son's flower, and when he looked up at Molly she was smiling. "Is it finished now?" he asked cautiously. 

She just shrugged. "I'm not sure yet."

Bob would never pressure her to have another child with him. He hadn't really expected to get this lucky in life, let alone feel bold enough to hope for anything more. But that little gap gave him butterflies. Charlie was the sweetest baby in the world, and Bob was obsessed with being a dad. It was his favorite thing. And he wouldn't hesitate to list the condo and find a bigger place if Molly wanted to do this all over again. "You just let me know."

"I will, Coach Cute Daddy."

Bob held her close, knowing they needed to get ready for bed soon. Charlie was still notorious for waking them up at three in the morning to eat, even though he was four months old. Molly kept saying he would probably grow out of it soon, but Bob figured his son loved them so much, he wanted them in the nursery with him. 

"Are you ready for Saturday?" he asked, taking his glasses off as Molly climbed into bed.

"Are you asking if I'm ready for the dream wedding that I've spent months planning out? Then yes, I'm ready. All you have to do is show up with the baby, agree to marry me, kiss me, and fuck me. Not all in the wildflower meadow."

Bob kissed along her shoulder as she fell asleep. Molly made him laugh more than he ever had before. And Charlie made him smile more than he ever had before. And by Saturday evening, he'd be married. 

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"I can't believe my wild child of a baby sister is getting married today."

Molly sighed contentedly and said, "To Bob Floyd. The sweet, shy man of my dreams."

Her sister laughed and added, "I don't think Bob was planning on anything like you happening to him."

Molly scoffed as she picked up her bouquet made entirely of gas station flowers. "Anything like me? You mean getting his world rocked and having a kid after being together less than a year? He's lucky."

"He is," she agreed, kissing Molly's cheek. "Now please explain to me why you are getting married with these cheap flowers when there's literally an entire meadow of multicolored poppies and zinnias growing outside?"

Molly pressed her nose to them. "Because Bob picked them up for me last night, and they're my favorite. The other flowers can learn some respect."

"If you say so," she replied, taking Molly by the hand. "As soon as I can give you away, you are one hundred percent Bob's problem." But she was holding tight to Molly's hand, and it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

Molly walked outside with her sister and started down the grassy path toward the spot where Bob was holding Charlie in the distance. "I will never stop being your problem. And Bradley's problem by proximity."

"Good," her sister whispered, and Molly smiled at her as she cried a little bit. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

And then they walked toward the setting sun past the most beautiful shades of orange, green and yellow Molly could imagine. And it probably wasn't like other weddings, but the best ones weren't. 

They stopped so Molly could give hugs and kisses to Bob's parents and the rest of his family. And they stopped so she could get a kiss on the forehead from Bradley. "Love you, turd," she whispered. 

"Hey," he said in his raspy voice as she kissed Everett. "You owe me forever for agreeing to coach tee ball with Bob."

"And you owe me forever for letting you marry my sister," she replied easily.

He just nodded thoughtfully. "You're right. We're square."

Molly was laughing as she handed her gas station flowers off to Nat with a hug, and then she was standing in front of Bob and Charlie. 

"Hey, Honey," Bob whispered as she took Charlie from his hands so she could hold him for a bit while he napped. She kissed his soft chubby cheek, and his eyes fluttered open before closing again. 

Then she met Bob's greenish blue eyes, and he was looking at her like that very first day at tee ball, over a year ago. Like he couldn't believe she was giving him the time of day. She took a step closer to him, and said, "Hey, Coach Cute Glasses. Did you remember your allergy pills?"

"A double dose," he promised. "You ready to marry me?"

"Yes."

Molly held Charlie, and Bob wrapped his strong arm around her waist as they turned toward the sunset. The wedding was short, led by John who married her sister and Bradley last September. And as Molly closed her eyes and kissed Bob at the end of the ceremony, the warmth of the summer evening and the scent of wildflowers washed over her. 

The soft nudge of Bob's glasses against her cheek and the way he helped cradle Charlie had Molly leaning in for another kiss. Maybe it would be just the three of them, maybe not. But Molly wanted to take her family on every adventure with her.

"I love you, Cowboy Bob."

Bob smiled and kissed her softly before pressing his lip to Charlie's forehead. "I love you both."

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Ahhhh! Thanks for joining Molly, Bob and CHARLIE on this little adventure! I'm sure they will have so many more together. You can always peep more details about them if you read Batting Practice (and maybe some future one-shots)! Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls and everyone who bugged me to make Molly and Bob a thing.

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I N R

For either Ransom or Jake

- 👜 (because I couldn't help myself 😘)

From this ask game.

Eeeeeeee, Jakey! I haven't gotten to think about Jake Jensen in a while. Yay!! Horny little bastard...

These are called 'dirty asks' for a reason, so MINORS DNI, please.

I - Impact Play

My gut feeling is that Jake talks a good game with toys and the like, but he's a real skin-to-skin man. I bet he's fine with spanking (although I guarantee you have to say the words "you can go harder" at some point 🙄), and after a whole lot of reassurances he might be fine with a slap or something. I don't see him getting much enjoyment out of using a tool (crop, whip, flogger, etc) though.

However, he would be open to them being used on him--just don't expect him to keep a straight face or not erupt into giggles while running away. That shit he would find plain hysterical. Spank that boy once, he will laugh for a thousand years... 🤣 bless.

N - Not Yet

He has an absolute love-hate relationship with control. Boy has pure switch energy, if you know what I mean, so while I don't see him having preference to delay or deny the natural flow of sex--do what feels good, babe, he's down--there might be times it feels appropriate. Like if he knows you two have unlimited time together, he will prolong activities as best he can. I will say, this dude enjoys the hell out of making you come; that's a whole ego boost thing. He is not likely to stop you...he'll just make you come again if necessary.

Interestingly enough, Jake may not have any desire to order you around in bed, but he fucking loves attempting to order you around the house. He playfully insists you not snack because he wants you to be hungry for the dinner he's taking you out to, or he doesn't want you to get off his lap yet or stop cuddling on the couch, so, nope, you'll have to hold it. No bathroom break. Sorry.

That's a two-way street though because he's fine being reminded/told the same things.

R - Routine

Without fail, if you try to schedule sexy times with Jake Jensen, that mother fucker wants to nap instead.

He cannot ever preemptively be told when to perform. Just complete shit at it. What a fucking loser in this area. Spontaneous or it ain't happening.

But--BUT!--that doesn't mean you can't secretly decide that it's gonna happen at a certain time; he just can't know that it's planned. You gotta seduce him. He likes to be seduced. He loves for it to seem like there's a bunch of other things he should be doing but instead you just really need him right now. Gah, does he love that.

Don't ever goddamn put it on a calendar or something though. Then you're not fucked. The calendar is for chores, and if that man feels like a chore?? No boners for you. Uh-uh.

And before you ask, yes, he has actually gotten visibly upset by being 'penciled in' for sex. Whole argument. Cold-shoulder silent treatment for the night. Slept on the couch. Upset. He didn't cry, but his face got super red and he kept taking off his glasses to pinch his eyes.

Thank you for asking!

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🤣💀🥰

[frenchgirlocean]

wanna listen to your hands soothe

hatchetfield; original work

—  lorelai bowman & lance swohn (gen)

fluff ⋆ sickfic ⋆ comfort no hurt

(542 words)

for @wetcatschwartzy <3

Lance takes one short look at Lorelai as she throws the backpack on the floor next to the dinner table in his living room, and it tells him all he needs to know. 

“You’re not sick again, are you?”

Lorelai blinks at him for a few moments, bleary and tired, and Lance is half–convinced that he’ll need to spring out of his seat and catch her in the next few seconds when Lorelai clears her throat and shakes her head.

“Absolutely fuckin’ not.” She says, and then contradicts herself in the worst way by almost sneezing her brains out. Right into her elbow, and Lance gets brutally reminded to never borrow any of her clothes again, no matter how comfy they are. “Where did you get that idea from?”

“... No reason.” He lies through his teeth, and watches Lorelai struggle with the zipper of her backpack. “Maybe you want to lay down?”

“I’m not a baby, Lancelot, I don’t need a—” an absolutely monstrous sneeze, “nap.”

“Yeah.” 

Lorelai sneezes, then yawns, and then barks out a strange combination of another yawn mixed with a cough. She almost slumps over his dinner table, but hauls herself up once again to dive into her backpack, looking like a ragdoll being thrown around with telepathy.

“Maybe—” He puts one hand on her bare arm, and Lorelai hisses. Like a wild cat with rabies.

“Jesus, Lance! Give a girl a warning before you come with your freaky cold hand, will you?”

Lance opens his mouth to defend himself, what the hell, Lorelai. Then he remembers that trying to fight with a sick Lorelai is absolutely useless, and resumes his work to straight up pick her up from the chair and put her on the nearest flat, comfy surface.

“Wha—” She blinks, but once her head hits Lance’s covered collarbone, all signs of consciousness disappear. Her cheek rests on his shoulder, smacked like she’s already fallen asleep, and he only knows that she’s awake by her pattern of breathing — too fast for usual asleep–Lorelai speed. Otherwise, she’s completely limp, snoring through her clogged nose, and Lance already tenses up knowing how bad her colds can get.

He sets her down on his bed as gently as he possibly can, but she still stirs when he tears her already–sweaty face off his sweater. 

Lorelai stares at him with wide, dark eyes for a few moments before he awkwardly rattles off, 

“Do you need something?”

Her nose scrunches up, and she yawns again, curling up in his goddamn Arthur and the Invisibles blanket. 

“Nah.” She pulls the corner of the blanket higher, up to her face, but opens her eyes again. The way she looks reminds Lance of when they were younger, maybe in elementary school, and his mom would let her stay over for weeks when her dad worked across the country just to keep them afloat. “Actually, can y’do your work here?”

Oh. Of course. 

(He’d run to the end of Earth for her.)

“Sure thing.”

Lorelai snorts through the phlegm in her throat. “St’p talkin’ like my dad.” 

“Oh, screw you too.” He says with a bite of a smile in his voice, and when he leaves the room to collect his homework, he swears he can hear Lorelai grumbling affectionately, something about her father and him being the same person in different fonts.

He’d give his life up for her. Blanket, bed, free time and probably his own health aren’t that much.

[chvoswxtch]

Miss ma’am could I have an old fashion with Mr. Castle?👀

Creators choice, go wild my love <3

my fiesty little phoenix,

you can have whatever you'd like. thank you for letting me run wild with this one. I hope you enjoy. <3

headcannon below the cut

frank castle finally takes a goddamn day off

i personally think it's criminal we never got a single scene of what frank likes to do in his free time, so i'm taking it upon myself to make y'all feed into my delusions of what that would look like, because the man deserves a day of fucking peace, so let's give it to him

frank is an early riser. after years in the military, his body is just trained to wake up at a certain time, and no matter how much he wants to sleep in, he just can't

i'd like to think frank sleepily pads through his place, makes himself a strong brew of coffee, and goes outside to watch the sunrise. i think he would enjoy the peace, when it's early in the morning and everything is super still and quiet, and he just gets to exist for a little while, slowly let his body and mind wake up as he takes in the tranquil colors of the sunrise

maybe he'd make himself a nice lil breakfast. he strikes me as a bacon guy, so whatever he makes, just know there's bacon. he likes the applewood smoked thick cuts. don't ask me to explain, i can't. it's just something my soul knows

we saw that frank likes to read, so maybe he spends some of the morning working through a new book. he strikes me as someone that secretly loves murder mysteries, and mysteries in general. i'd like to think he gets really into them and really excited when he figures out the mystery before he reaches the end

"fuckin' knew it was the goddamn maid!"

frank also strikes me as a handyman, and i'd like to think he enjoys little projects. maybe he spends part of the afternoon giving his truck a tune up while listening to classic rock in the garage with a few beers (he's a classic rock guy, don't @ me. y'all saw how excited he got about those bruce springsteen tickets) maybe he's finally putting together some new furniture he got, or even building some new furniture bc he can fucking do anything. maybe he's repainting the spare bedroom bc the white walls were boring and frank's secret guilty pleasures are cooking and home makeover shows

in a perfect world, frank has a dog (it's definitely a sweet, beautiful pitbull) so maybe they go on a little walk together on a nice trail or maybe they go to the doggy park so they can play and when they come back they take a lil nap on the couch together bc it's fucking cute and they're sleepy so why the hell not

i'd also like to think that when the evening rolls around, frank goes to socialize bc the thought of him being lonely breaks my heart in ways i can't explain

maybe he goes over to the lieberman's for dinner and helps sarah cook, teaches david how to fix the sink that's broken in their guest bathroom, plays catch with zach out in the backyard, helps leo with a book report she's writing, and passes out with the kids on the couch twenty minutes into a movie they picked out

or maybe he goes out with curtis to a bar to have a few drinks, gets talked into (and drunk enough) to bust some moves out on the dance floor, giggles with curtis as they drunkenly stumble together to the closest twenty-four hour pizza joint, and ends up having a sleepover with him bc his apartment is closer and the pizza and booze made him sleepy

bonus points if curt doesn't make him take the couch and they just share his bed bc they're drunk and also brothers who cares (you're telling me all that time in the military together and there wasn't a "there's only one bed" situation? sorry, I can't suspend reality that much)

extra bonus points if he goes out with matt, karen, and foggy to josie's and is the only one that can keep up with matt in pool

"can't believe y'all let this bastard cheat you like this. this how you treat your friends, red? hustlin' 'em for free drinks? you're the worst goddamn catholic I ever met."

extra extra bonus points if foggy challenges him to a shot contest but then gets so drunk that frank has to carry him home over his shoulder and karen gets several pictures and videos and matt can't stop cackling

extra extra extra bonus points if he's having to carry matt AND foggy home drunk over his shoulder (bc he could) and karen is still being the absolute mvp getting so many pictures and videos while giggling

i just want this man to have a good fucking day that's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk

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'𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 day...another dollar.'

You snort at the thought. "Ha, wish it was like that. Can barely get a damn penny when dealing in this type of life."

The sound of your footsteps echoes around the stairwell as you slowly make your way up the stairs of the apartment building you lived in.

You struggled to pick your feet up, each one weighing a ton as your dull bloodshot eyes struggled to stay open with only the promise of a nap urging you on.

The thought of having to do another twelve-hour shift at the dinner tomorrow nearly made you want to fall to the ground and weep.

'I should've just kept my ass in America. At least I wouldn't be struggling as much as I am right now.'

"Why the hell there isn't an elevator up in this bitch?!" You nearly scream out in anger only for the reply to be an echo that softens every passing second.

Head shaking in exhaustion, you continue on your trek to the fifth floor.

A breath of relief escapes you when catching sight of the poster labeled with a rusty number five. The creaky groans of the un-oiled door fill your ears as you push it open with a heave.

'Wait a minute...' You still your breathing in anticipation for the high squeaks only to hear silence. '...no rats chasing me this time?'

"Well okay then!" With a pep in your step, you continue on your merry way with a happy smile.

It was until you reached your designated door when it fell. You stop your movements, apartment keys dangling halfway out of your apron as you analyze the pink slip before you.

"What?"

Ripping the paper off the door, you frantically look at big bolded letters with dread.

"Nononono! An eviction! Where the hell was this a month ago?! How the hell did I even get one in the first place?!"

Your eyes widen, quickly getting ahold of the keys, you unlock the door and step inside.

The door slams shut as you zoom into your room and throw the paper on the bed. Narrowed eyes glare at it as you began to pace along the carpeted floor in anxious movements.

"And eviction...think ____, think! There must be a reason for this to happen. I put my payment into the pile, so it should've been paid..."

After minutes of trying to find a solution, you finally fall into the squeaky bed in defeat. "Goddammit!"

Tears filled your eyes as you looked at the cursed sheet in sadness. "And I only have two days to move out no less...momma was right. I was getting too ahead of myself. Now look at me: A big ass failure."

'No, don't think like that! If anything you're proving to be more than that. So what if there's not a big house to your name? Or you not being able to experience and indulge in the luxurious life?'

"I know...but damn. A bitch would've liked to have it though."

'You alive ain't it? As long as you still breathing, you surviving. In the end, that's all that matters."

Weakly wiping away the leftover tears, you take consideration of your subconscious' words with a shaky breath of air. "Y-you right. Now is not the time to cry."

'You damn skippy I'm right! Now go in there, get a big ass cup of some of that Minute Maid, and think of a way to get through this.'

Your eyes widen in the realization of still having your favorite juice before sitting up with a smile. "Oh yeah, I still have the pink-lemonade one...Fuck yes!"

Walking into the kitchen with a lighter heart, you open the fridge and grab the cartoon only to stop when feeling the weight of it.

Peeking inside the container you freeze at the sight of only a good swallow left. "The fuck? I could've sworn I had half of a container in there. Unless..."

Your voice trails off when a long string of silky black hair came into view. 'Fucking Su-yeon.'

Teeth gritted in anger, you grab the nearly empty box and chuck it towards the wall in a fit of rage.

"I asked her to do one thing. One goddamn thing! Don't touch my fucking juice. Is it too much to ask?"

Having a habit to act dramatically when angry, you begin to pull out the little food left in there and throw it on the floor.

With your hand on the last object in there, you stop when the bright sticky note caught your attention.

A smirk appears at the messily scrawled message of 'Su-yeon's stuff: do not touch' sitting on the piece of paper.

"Oh? Well, would you look at that? Su-yeon's juice. But wait, she has a label on it? Of course, me being the respectful roommate I am, I'll just leave it alone...unless," slyly picking up the bottled liquid, you take off the note, "there was never a note on there to begin with. Oops?"

Unscrewing the top with a shrug, you take a swig of it causing your face to scrunch at the bittersweet aftertaste.

'Ugh, this shit's nasty! I should put it back...'

You laugh at your thoughts with a shake of your head. "Ha! I better not. Even if it tastes like shit I'll be damned if I do. Besides, revenge is what makes the flavor better."

A peaceful atmosphere surrounds you as you continue to consume the juice until half of its contents was finished. It was then the sound of the front door being slammed open which caused your eyebrows to raise.

Su-yeon was home.

"____! Come here quick!"

With the bottle still in hand, you slowly walk towards her room, little sips taken on the way there.

A shiver passes down your skin at the sight of a body-sized cut-out of a BTS member staring back at you.

Forcing the feeling of uneasiness back, you open the door to the sight of Su-yeon pinning pictures and dates to a whiteboard.

"Oh ____!" Her eyes widen with an obsessive gleam of happiness once she sees you walk into the room, "I've got something to show you~"

"Does it have something to do with making that k-pop group fall in love with you again?" You ask, cautiously staying close to the doorway.

From the first moment of meeting Su-yeon, you knew there was something off about her.

Whether it was pictures/cut-outs of the member's body parts plastered on her wall or a map that showed all of their previous whereabouts, it definitely wasn't a regular idol-fan kind of relationship.

Day and night she'd talk and gush over their features, a box filled with memorabilia of used spoons or bottled waters that she somehow obtained sat proudly on her dresser.

Claiming to be the love of her life, Su-yeon downright refused the thought of change happening amongst them.

You nearly had to call the police when she started to freak out upon the recent discovery of the maknae's hidden tattoos and talked of going up and forcing him to get them removed.

Luckily you were able to talk her out of doing so. You couldn't just let her go to jail because of it, I mean...who would be there to pay the other half of the rent if she's gone?

"I've finally made up the perfect plan to make BTS fall in love with me!" A big smile sat on her face as she walks over to the giant whiteboard decorated with miles and miles of strings and pins with dates.

"Hmm...really? Ah shit. That's what I'm talking about girl. Go get 'em," you dully feed into her talk with a gulp of juice, hoping to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"I know! I've been planning this for months, it's impossible for it not to work. Within a week, I'll be in the arms of my loves~" She twirls with a dreamy sigh, stars shining in her eyes.

"Really? Oh wow...I know you lying! How'd you do it sis."

"Well, you see...I was able to buy a potion from this old lady that promised that if I drink it, I'll be able to turn back into my child form. Not only that, but I'll be so cute that no one will ever resist me! Can you believe it?!" Turning towards you, her smile immediately drops at the sight of you rolling your eyes.

"...____?"

"This bitch right here..." With a sigh, you forced a smile and turn towards her only to freeze at her stilled form, "the hell's wrong with you?"

Su-yeon shakily lifts her hand, head twitching every few seconds. "T-that bottle in your hand...was that the one from the fridge?"

'Ha! Don't tell me she's gonna fall apart just because I'm drinking her juice?'

"Why yes. It. Is" Tauntingly lifting it to her face you take another big gulp with a sigh of content.

"NOOOO!" She lunges towards you with wild frantic eyes. You swiftly move over with a side-step in avoidance of falling.

The sound of cries and heavy thuds fill the room as you quickly drink more while dodging her tackle attempts.

"WHY?!" Su-yeon finally drops to the floor with a tear-streaked face once she saw that she's unable to catch you, "MY POTION! MY PRECIOUS POTION!"

Hearing her words, your eyes widen in shock before choking on the remaining liquid in your mouth. "The fuck you just say?"

"M-my potion was in there! You drank my potion! Do you know how much I had to do to get it?!"

You look at the girl in rage, the now-empty plastic thrown to the ground. "What is wrong with you?! Why would you put it in a juice container? Why not a goddamn bottle that had some white shit like Ecstacy or Crack labeled on it so I won't drink it?"

Your breath begins to speed up in panic, feet automatically pacing on the floor. "Oh god! What the fuck did I get myself into?! I should've just acted more mature and confronted her about my juice. But noooo! My petty ass had to do something stupid!"

You stop when a sudden thought came to mind. 'This was Su-yeon's long last dream of seeing them, and I fucked it up for her...'

Turning towards the heartbroken girl to apologize, you stop once you saw that she was nowhere in the room. "Su-yeon?"

"You ruined it..."

You jump from the raspy whisper of her voice before her hunched frame came into view.

Her body began to twitch more as she steps away from the doorway.

"Hey look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it was your-"

"SHUT UP!"

You flinch at the sudden gleam of a knife, her dark eyes staring at you with pure hatred.

"You ruined...evERYTHING! MY LIFE'S OVER BECAUSE OF YOU!"

"W-wait a minute! Let's just calm down for a moment. How do you know if it wasn't fluke huh? You're willing to kill me for something that may not even be real?" You're backed into a walk as she stalks closer to you.

Soft giggles leave her small frame, you helplessly stare at her as they begin to grow even louder and nerve-racking.

"A fluke? You really think it was a fluke?" She stops smiling with a glare. "I spent everything I had on that potion. My savings account, my parents' insurance money, hell even last month's rent. So don't tell me the potion was a fucking scam. And if it was? I was ready to risk it all."

A glare of disgust and anger sits on your face as you look into her deranged eyes. "You're fucking sick you know that? You are literally willing to ruin the lives of others just for some fucking idols? Get it together!"

More tears fall down her face, lips shaking as she takes in small gasps of air. "They are my EVERYTHING ____! If I can't have them, what's the use of living anymore?"

Su-yeon quickly wipes away the leftover tears before walking closer with the knife menacingly shinning in the light.

Tears of your own start to form once she raises the knife high over her head.

"W-wait!"

Pausing at your pleading, she looks at you with a blank face. "What?"

"What would happen when my family gets suspicious of my disappearance? You really want BTS to see their beloved fan going to jail for murder?"

The room goes silent at your words. Silent prayers fill your head in the hope of being able to change her mind.

A smile appears on her face. "You must've really believed that I'd spare you just because of some bullshit excuse. I've got nothing to lose now. So what if I'm taken away to jail? I'll happily live there knowing that the cause of my suffering is buried six-feet-under."

She raises the knife once more.

"N-no Su-yeon wait! I-"

Your words were cut off by a scream as the knife enters the side of your stomach, it intensifies when she suddenly twist the blade with a sickening smirk.

You felt as though your body was on fire from the pain. The muscles around the weapon contract in response before she rips it out.

Falling unto the floor with a thud, you curl up into a ball, blood flowing freely as it surrounds your convulsing body.

"P-please," you gaze up at her with blurred eyes, "I'm sorry. I didn't m-"

A sharp gasp escapes you when she stabs into one of your legs making it impossible for you to run out.

"Tch, so weak...and I thought you black women were supposed to be all strong and independent. But here you are, weeping for your life because of some little ole stab wounds."

You gag in pain, blood rushing up from the back of your throat to join the pool that's already there.

Drowsiness began to take over your body when the sound of her footsteps seemed to grow distant.

'I...I can't go out like this...not this way...'

With much struggle, you were finally able to pull out your phone and press the emergency contact.

The dial tone rings for a few seconds before a click sound happens.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

"I need...help!" you cry out as your breathing turns into wheezes of pain, "please!"

"Ma'am can you tell me what's happened?"

"I-I've been stabbed...it's...really bad. I don't...I don't think I can hold on...much longer..."

"Just stay with me ma'am, send me your address and an emergency unit will arrive shortly."

Despite your vision blurring, you were still able to make out the figure of Su-yeon as she walks back into the room.

But instead of a knife, a paperweight of what seemed to be the symbol of BTS that was held in her hands.

"I won't make it!" You choke out as more blood floods your mouth, tears fell to the floor as you awaited your inevitable fate, "please...tell my family...that I love the-"

A heavy blow was sent to your head causing your eyes to roll back. Everything seemed to fade away, darkness wrapping you up in its grip.

'So much for surviving...guess momma was right'

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A huff of exhaustion leaves Su-yeon as she drags your body out of the back of her trunk.

After knocking you out, she knew she only had a good amount of time before the police traced your call and came to the apartment.

Doing a short clean of the knife, she wrapped you up in her bedsheet and placed you in the car to keep away from prying eyes.

Nearly thirty minutes had passed before she finally settled on a small damp area in between two tall buildings.

"Hey!"

She tense at the calling of a voice. Quickly making sure that the face mask was secure enough, she tilts her head in acknowledgment.

"Do you need help? It seems that you're having a little bit of trouble."

"N-no thank you!" She deepens her voice with a scruffy tone, "It's just some trash I've been avoiding taking out for a while."

The male narrows his eyes at the way her hands fidgeted along with how she looked everywhere else but him. "...okay, if you say so. Have a good night I guess."

Walking away into the night, Su-yeon releases a breath of relief once he disappears from her line of view.

She looks down in time to catch the sight of blood seeping through the cotton blanket.

"Shit...I better get this over with before it spreads too much." Pulling the rest of your body from the car, a small smirk appears at the nasty sound of your head smacking against the concrete.

"Take my hand now...you are the cause of my Euphoria~" The sound of her soft humming bounces off the walls of the narrow buildings as if she hadn't just committed an act of murder.

Eyes landing on the piles of trash-bags, you're placed there before they are put on top to cover your body from open view.

"Oh! I almost forgot, silly me~" Ripping the blanket off of you, she giggles at the sight of your body rolling deeper into the trash, "can't leave any of my DNA behind now can I?"

Su-yeon's eyes crinkle as she walks back to her car with a grin. "Ha! DNA...I could totally become a comedian if I wanted to..."

With her retreating footsteps echoing into the night, it became fainter until the sound of an engine and car zooming away replaced it.

Everything was quiet...not a single sound was heard in the deep humid alleyway.

As the city thrummed with life, you laid there. A product of crazy obsession and petty mistakes costed you your life.

Never again would you be able to talk to your family, or be able to enjoy a daytime stroll in the park.

The only memory left of you was the pool of blood left in the middle of your roommate's floor.

Your wide, blank eyes that had held fear before you took your last breath stared off into nothingness.

You, ____ [Last Name] were dead...

'Wha...where am I?'

Or so that's what one would assume if it weren't for the sudden twitching of your fingers.

You were still alive...and for some reason, you wanted to die when your body started to glow.

Despite the injuries given by Su-yeon, nothing could prepare you for the feeling of thousands of hot piercing needles penetrating every inch of your skin.

Had it not been for your immobilization, you would've been screamed out in pain.

The once dark alleyway brilliantly lit up as tears of agony slipped past your frozen lids.

'Help...me...someone...'

"Yeontan! Yeontan come here boy!"

The distinct sounds of barks filled your head as you finally succumbed to the pain and passed out once more.

Almost as quickly as it came, the light faded away just as a small ball of fur ran up to you with a whine.

Its cold nose nudged you with more whines in hopes of waking you up only for the action to be in vain.

"Yeontan?!" Heavy footsteps rounded the corner before hesitantly running down the narrow walkway with caution.

"Yeontan?" His tense body relaxes at the reassuring bark before letting out a hum of disappointment, "Bad boy! Why would you run out of the apartment like that? Do you know how upset Taehyung would be if he found out that I wasn't properly watching you?"

Ignoring him, Yeontan goes back to sniffing you with more whines causing the male to frown in confusion. "Did something happen? What's wrong?"

His face scrunches in disbelief with pursed lips. "Wait...why the hell am I talking to a dog?"

Quickly pushing the thought aside, he pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight only to drop it with a startled gasp.

Even though it fell into the murky water, enough light was given to show your lifeless body amongst the trash and plastic.

He takes a step back in horror, eyes becoming misty as they take in the sight of the blood-soaked clothes and stab wounds.

Finally snapping out of the trance at the barks of Yeontan, he quickly picks up the dog and rushes back to the apartment building.

"HYUNGS!"

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You jolt up with a gasp, eyes struggling to see past the blurriness as they frantically move around in fear.

"Hey hey, it's alright." A hand gently grabs yours as the warm voice sends chills down your skin.

You flinch away from their touch, body curling up into a ball only to wince from the pain of irritating your wounds.

They sigh at your reaction and mumble a few words along with the sound of scribbling words on paper.

It was only then were your eyes able to finally blink away the blurry images. The first thing you noticed was a man in a white lab coat as he continued to write on his clipboard.

He smiles once seeing your now calmed state. "Hi there. My name is Dr. Young, and I will be your doctor until you're able to leave. Do you remember anything before being brought here?"

Face blank of emotion you, stared at him with a hesitant nod.

"Good! Would you mind telling me what happened?"

Coming home exhausted as usual...

The juice...

Su-yeon and the knife...

Blood...so much blood...

Her taunting smile as she watched you bleed out...

His smile dims at the sight of you remaining silent, your face scrunching up in pain from the memory.

"Hey, not to worry! We can ask you another time when you're better. It's a deal m'kay?"

With a meek hum of agreement, you send him a shaky grin causing his movements to suddenly stop.

Moments pass as he continues to stare at you in a trance-like way until you finally frown from the uneasiness.

Realizing he was making you uncomfortable, Dr. Young clears his throat with an embarrassed smile.

"Well now, I'll inform the nurses of you being awake so they can check your vitals. The others will surely be glad when they see that you're doing okay."

One last smile thrown your way, he walks out the room leaving you alone in a pool confusion.

'Others? What does he mean othe-'

You freeze, eyes wide in surprise at the sight of seven men laying around in the blue and white-colored room.

Some laid in chairs while others sat on the floor with small jackets used as covering.

Despite their sleeping positions, what they all had in common was the dark rings that sat underneath their eyes.

'Were they the ones who saved me?'

The squeak of a chair causes you to break from your thoughts and turn over in time to see the sight of a body hitting the floor with a thud.

A low groan of pain leaves the male as his hands appear on the edge of the bed for support.

With curiosity burning in your veins you peek down just when his head pops up.

Stilling in shock, your heartbeat races as you're faced with one of the most breathtaking faces you've ever seen in your life.

"Oh!" His head cutely tilts to the side as he sends a giant smile towards you, "well aren't you just a cutie~ My name is Taehyung, what's yours?"

'Your future wife if you want me to be. Hell, I'll even be the side chick if I can't have that.'

You clear your thoughts with a quick headshake before plastering a smile. "M-my name is ____."

He stares at your shy actions, mouth dropped open in awe as what could seem like hearts floated in his eyes.

"Awww!" He reaches over and gives your face a soft pinch, "you're just so cute! I wish I that could take you home with me~"

"Really? What would you do to me?" Your eyes become lidded with lust as multiple heated scenarios filled your head.

"Well, first I would give you a little pink glittery dress to wear. And then-oh! Then me, you, and Yeontanie could go to the park so that you can go on all the kiddie rides. Doesn't that sound fun?"

Your lovey-dovey smile drops at his words, head lowered down with pursed lips as you gaze at him in disbelief. "Pink glittery dress? Kiddie rides?"

Taehyung eyes brighten more at your questions. "Yes! And then if you want we can go to this little ice-cream shop to get a yummy tre-"

"Motherfucker do I look like a baby to you?!"

He gasps, eyes widening before placing a hand over his mouth in shock. "Did you...did you just use no-no words?"

"No-no words?...are you shitting me right now?! Who the fuck says no-no words in this day and age? This ain't no damn Barney type shit my nigg-ah!"

You look at a frowning Taehyung in anger, hands coming up to rub your forehead after being thumped.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you-goddammit!"

"No! No more bad words okay? Cute kids like you shouldn't use them, only grown-ups are allowed to." He wags his finger with furrowed eyebrows as his voice deepens into a scolding tone.

'Is this dude serious right now?' Staring at him for a few moments you try to see whether he was just playing around or not, and by the serious expression on his face...you knew he wasn't. 'Fuck it...this bitch needs to go now.'

With a shake of your head, you reach out for the nurse call button only to slow down once taking a good look at your hands.

Usually, you would've continued at the sight of the callouses that decorated them from countless hours of tedious waitressing, but the sight of small soft hands that seemed to have never worked a day in their life is what made you stop.

"Wha...?" Flexing and shaking them with sharp movements, you begin to freak out when seeing that they were in fact yours.

'Wait...does that mean...'

Your eyes widen in fear before quickly pulling the collar of the nightgown to take a look at your body.

The sight of what would usually be where your breasts were hanging, you were met with only a flat chest.

'Noooo! My precious babies! A-and...'

Taking your gaze down even further, you saw that not one single pubic hair laid in-between your legs.

'Oh sweet Jesus...please please don't let me be what I think I am...'

"You!" Taehyung flinches at your narrowed gaze, "take me to the bathroom right now."

"O-okay..." Grabbing your hands, he pulls you to the end of the bed with an inconsiderable amount of ease. With one hand on the IV stand and the other one the idol's arm, your hunched figure wobbled to the closed door.

Tears pricked your eyes at the missing feeling of the weight of your chest whenever you had to bend down or over.

"Here we are~ Do you want me to go get a nurse to help you out?" He opens the door, turning on the light as you stared at the tiled floor in fear of facing the reality of the situation.

"N-no...I just need to do something right quick. You can stand outside if you want."

Not wanting to make you even more distressed, Taehyung reluctantly leaves you alone in the small confined space.

The room was silent, the only sounds heard were of your shaky breathing and the occasional dripping of the IV as it administered the medicine.

'Is okay ____...just one look. One look to be sure. That's all, just one...'

Looking up to the mirror, you're met with the face of a very young and adorable little girl.

Her face was rounded with the touch of youthfulness, having features that could top even the babies you would fawn over on Instagram and Pinterest.

And if it weren't for the gaping mouth and eyes widened in horror, you probably wouldn't have believed it was you.

"I...I..."

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Taehyung leans against the door with a sigh of worry as he waits for you to call his name.

"Maybe she needs help?" He debates on whether or not to call a nurse or continue to wait.

"Aish! What is this child doing to me? She's already got me wrapped around her little finger...ah, such a Cutie Patootie~"

Gushing over the thought of you wearing adorable costumes and princess outfits, Taehyung becomes excited when gazing at his sleeping bandmates.

"I should definitely wake the others so they can finally meet her..." A small pout appears on the idol's face when a sudden thought came to mind, "but how can I wake them all in one time?"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MEEEEEEEEE?!"

The other members jump at the high-pitched scream in alarm, eyes still covered from sleep looking around the room in panic.

"...that might work too."

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a/n: part two? 👀

[coldretard]

I have off tomorrowwwwwwwsa

we all do probably but

it doesn’t feel like Saturday to me

I’m a big fan of that lol

I don’t have a ramble in me but imma force one out because

This Tom papa special is pretty good but i don’t wanna give my undivided attention to it

He is making jokes about food influencing your behavior and mood and I know he makes his own bread cause I listen to him on podcasts lol and he is just good at his job and doesn’t preach to people he just does good jokes that might make people think twice before eating a bag of cool ranch Doritos because a while after you want to kill yourself a lil

I think I typed that 5 hours ago and then i came back to this to ramble more and then tumblr did a crash and it didn’t save the rambles after this ramble (sad, because decent lol)

there are four married men at my work that go out of their way to be nice to me and like not other people and just

why

i mean know why (and no I ain’t gonna touch it) but like why do they think that’s okay lol are they just being nice out of pity

I know it is not ideal to be aware of motivation existing for every and all things but like it does and therefore no these people are not just being nice to be nice there is a reason

There’s always a reason for everything even if it’s not a good one or

Like I don’t know the reason we evolved brains that are painfully aware of our imminent death but I know there IS ONE lol

I know a lot of the reasons for things now, health issue things, sadnesses and such

Don’t pretend being depressed is just part of life and it won’t be / I think therefore I am / if you say you can you will & if you say you can’t you’re right /

You get it

I am tired

I want to cum

I need to drink water

We’re all the same really lol

The thing about ants not tryna leave the boundaries when someone draws circles around them and then showing all the BORDERS OF COUNTRIES like I get it lol but we need them at this point because without them the places that suck will trickle into the places that are nice - if we had started with no borders everyone would be the same maybe lol or dead

I know nothing John snow don’t fucking listen to me

You can actually :/ i do know a lot of things and it’s not like hidden secret knowledge it’s just not ever addressed lol because guess what’s easier? Popping pills

I don’t like that about the world

It card to find someone without a prescription lol even I smoke weed ffs that kinda counts plant or not

The only person raw dawging life is ….no one.

Find me someone not drinking caffeine and not prescribed anything. I thought did but he sneaks cans of Coca Cola and has prescriptions now (cause he didn’t take care of his damn body)

AND NOW IT IS 3AM

It’s three am I must be lonelyyyy

No it’s actually 411 according the the fucking alarm clock this asshole downstairs is sleeping through lol it’s set for 405 so even I didn’t hear it for a whole 6 minutes .. but I’m not IN THAT ROOM LIKE HE IS. Idk how people sleep through loud noises like that lol DRUGS?!?

I mean dude makes almost 1000 a week and I take 300 because life is expensive and this isn’t a goddamn homeless shelter but he’s somehow always poor lol which like how - I’m buying the groceries

Which I forgot I said if I had to pay for them I wasn’t going to be also preparing all his meals like you want a slave you gotta stock my shit lol

But last night he was napping (last night aka like 5pm yesterday) so I went in the kitchen WHERE I BELONG to make dinner and put dishes away and I made rice (which just requires patience like you gotta wash the rice and then let it boil - I do a cup of rice almost 2 TBSP of oil and 1/2 tsp salt and 1.75 C water and I hate American measurements lol I think that was one way they tried to fuck up our ability to use food as medicine. Cause back in the Florence nightingale time (and location) they had recipes we prolly never even heard of. Remedies and recipes

I get so mad now when people don’t understand that our own body is responsible for our own healing and you just gotta it the right conditions lol like definitely SET broken bones and definitely antibiotics have saved lives but MOST things most illnesses and even most diseases are within our realm of fixing. You don’t need doctors. We didn’t evolve from cavemen because doctors existed. I’d venture to argue that doctors now do more harm than good. Granted we are not taught the things or given the tools to know how to fix ourselves lol but like the truth is out there man lol

Seriously though I wish I found Barbara O’Neill when I was in school. I graduated highschool in 2008 and dropped out of college after people started dying from pills and getting their drugs laced with fentanyl lol but alas my career didn’t require it.. despite everyone else I work with having a college degree.. So LOL at them.

I’d be in legitimate debt instead of just bad at money

Also I swear to fucking god these assholes are going to make me take my days off around Christmas so I don’t get all the OT again lol

Trust me, your omnipotent creator doesn’t get offended by words, and since I’m not a believer like that I’m not actually using the lords name in vain or whatever the fuck …. Wait yes I am because I am using it in an empty or meaningless way … I always thought it meant thinking like “this is gods fault” and being so disappointed by god you then curse him

I don’t know

Spiritual, yes. Religious, no. Religion is responsible for all the wars. And those imaginary lines we decided were worth killing people over. I mean now it’s too late the lines are necessary because some countries are shit holes and some are not but maybe if we had never segregated ourselves we wouldn’t be so different from eachother but TOO LATE what’s done is done and now I don’t want people imported from other hemispheres and TBH neither do their gut biomes you’re supposed to eat the food indigenous to your area lol that’s why I can fuck with everything apples forever like I wasn’t raised on milk I was raised on apple cider lol AND IVE NEVER BROKEN A BONE I’ve really fucked up my elbows and tailbone but nothing to my knowledge ever broke perhaps teeny tiny fractures and for sure bruises but never casts never snaps 🤞 I hope I hope I hope the universe never makes me / I never do anything to warrant that karma lol my brain is the mob btw if I disrespect the order of the world instant karma and thus far it (my karma) has been eerily accurate

If I’m mean or do a rude thing, something bad happens to me lol usually nothing too serious but low key (so low key I would never actually say this to humans esp my sister) but I think my XL abortion is why I don’t have parents - which I know is like not how cancer works lol I know they grew that shit over so many years and it was a direct result of their lifestyle / dietary choices - but yet I still feel that(low key) if I had had that baby they would not be dead.

And that’s a weird way to feel.

But I don’t think there’s anything after this lol because I think energy gets recycled but not SOULS or whatever makes us have a spark of electricity in every cell. Salt water I guess lol shits crazy

There’s so many layers to health and once you realize the building blocks matter

Like do people not liken it to gas grades and cars

Put premium in your body it is worth it and ultimately over time regular will fuck up the engine

Our body our cells our mf dna is made up of what we eat lol well it’s actually nucleotides but NUTRITION AFFECTS HOW WE MAKE NUCLEOTIDES and therefore our dna BUT we cannot change our chromosomes and we cannot fully detox from an mRNA vaccine lol

I should go back to sleep lol

I want to brag about famous people living near me and being on my ro…can’t even say that lol as I don’t wanna dox myself or career

If you know my job don’t fucking tell people please lol they don’t need to know

Suffice it to say that I only own a home because my parents are dead and not because my career is a real money maker lol but

See can’t even brag about the benefits without basically doxing

Doxing is a such a faggot word lol

And concept tbh like mind your business troll

I hope every human responsible for the squirrel euthanized in NEW YORK okay caps gets mugged Or assaulted Or like some not death but like a physically painful thing happen to them because what the fuck is wrong with you lol you did this because you were “concerned”? Well now it’s dead, are you happy? Nothing to be “concerned” about. Fucking disgusting. And obviously voting for Kamala so like

The type of people who are voting blue blindly are the type of people who can’t mind their own business and need the tv to tell them what to believe

Also imagine setting a ballot box on fire and genuinely believing you’re on the right side of history

You don’t have to like trump personally but you do have to respect the fact that millions of us do and we literally elected him to be a presidential candidate despite the television programming everyone to hate him - we don’t watch news lol maybe someone watch fox but like I do think most of us don’t even have cable anymore like

Now tis 6am and I am still not back asleep lol but it’s not dark anymore so I might have to stay awake

I love my nails and I’m so grateful for the glass files the pretty blonde one told me about (I mean I think I knew they existed but I didn’t use them lol) and my nails like so useful so strong so GOOD FOR PICKING MY FACE which is BAD lol I can’t not pick my face I hate this for me

Like I’m probably better off touching my phone cause then I’m not picking my face lol but being perpetually on tumblr feels like not a good thing but also it is the best way to not spend money lol not shopping online OR FIND US IN THE APP or whatever something about capital letters in advertising always made me feel like a robot was yelling at me

Rumble is the best way to watch Barbara I always just listened on SoundCloud whilst at work but the viewing of her and the white board is a much different experience lol not hugely better but a little better

Seinfeld and laying with bobo

Bison steaks!!! I forgot they are amazing and ground bison burgers are kind of not lol so just be aware

I think they’re less fucked with than cows but it’s possible that’s just wishful thinking

End ramble heavy eye shallow breaths maybe i will see you inn the dream world WHO WHO WHO WHO what are you an owl lol sometimes i want to say things just

To be able to make a joke after

And sometimes

I can’t stop wanting

To fix my teeth they are not okay on the bottom like I’m gorgeous my smile is gorgeous but if I talk you can see the bottom teeth are not good and i want it fixed i want it fixed i bought the things to fix them one time and then i did not do it i just used the ugh no doxing me it was like I didn’t truly feel I paid for the jawns?? I assume that’s why i had the gall to waste almost 2k like that

They are useless at this point like my teeth didn’t just go back to how they were before that would be too convenient they’re a new type of screwy now

Whatever I don’t know why I’d use the same people imma prolly try… not byte lol cause I already did byte

But I don’t want one I gotta go to dentist for ever like if I was willing to sit in those chairs and breath those gross airs every month 🤷‍♀️

Okay lay down sleepy lol

[shitty-davesprite-daily]

hrhrhrgm. yes. i will continue to not communicate with the person I love despite that being a known factor in dumb bullshit happening. incredibly smart. what's the next bright idea, Mr. Strider? here, maybe if we scoot the self-loathing nap to 9:30 we can fit in another Bullshit Escapade at 7:00 and have time for you to have dinner at 9:00.

TG: yeah because fuck me for wanting to sleep after i got my fucking wing torn off am i right

TG: seriously how goddamn selfish do i have to be to make sure that i dont fucking bleed out before i go and harass someone that nearly kicked it because of me

TG: god what would i do without you mystery asshole. truly making me see the error of my ways

[29daffodils]

so i saw this post of mine has 2 notes now (haha, lucky me) and thought i'd share whatever i could save from 10 years back, considering i probably won't be able to actually write this out anytime soon.

mind you, i was 16-17 when i wrote this, back in 2012-13 or so, now I'm almost 28 (in 2 months). my writing style has changed a lot but also not very much. I'm cringing a little while reading this too, but this was one of my better stuff from back then and kinda reflects my current style to a great extent.

also, heh, turns out you forget details with time. it's kyoya who's leaving for college and ryuuga stays behind because he wanted a career in music. anyway, here ya go.

needless to say, do not repost. i hope it won't happen. this is a child of mine i haven't been able to nurture. but. you can have it for now!

**

The two days after their trip and before Kyoya's departure, Ryuuga's head is constantly swimming in a sea of emotions, muscles wound tight, an oppressive air all around him, inside him, threatening to choke him to death.

Anger. Hatred. Disgust. Betrayal. Loss. Loneliness.

He lists off each one as he helps Kyoya pack, but can't decide which one of them he feels strongest.

When they are done — two heavy bags neatly arranged at the foot of the bed, Ryuuga turns to leave.

"You should stay" Kyoya says with a hopeful lilt in his voice, and that is when Ryuuga makes the lamest excuse of his life to get away from this boy he has loved since the first time he laid eyes on him.

"I've got a headache" he says, heading towards the door. "Gonna take a nap."

Kyoya does not look the least bit convinced and Ryuuga does not want to argue with him right now of all things possible because he knows how adamant Kyoya can be when he wants his way.

"But kaa-chan made dinner ——" Kyoya starts, moving towards him to make his point and ——

"I wanna take a goddamn nap, Kyoya! Can ya leave me alone for once?"

The room goes deathly silent then.

Kyoya stands beside his bed, hands balled up into fists, lips pressed together and jaws shut tight.

And while Ryuuga keeps looking at him, he hates himself just a little bit more.

He did not mean to burst out like this, but he's so angry right now; has been this way for so long, since the day he came to know that Kyoya got into Tokyo U.

That this will probably be it. Their end.

He wants to claw his eyes out, pull at his hairs until they are nothing but shreds of dead protein, because he is so so so goddamned scared right now and there is no one to talk to, definitely not Kyoya, and God knows that if he stays here one more minute, he'd go to Kyoya crawling on his knees and beg him to stay, to hold onto them instead of his dreams, to wait for a few more years so that they can leave this place together, so that ——

"Okay" Kyoya says, uncurling his fists, and so, instead of doing all this and more, Ryuuga takes that much needed step back, learns to let go before Kyoya pushes him away, because regardless of everything else, what does not change is the fact that he is twenty years old and a coward, scared of being wounded by love.

~

The headache he lies about comes to bite him in the ass.

By the time it's eleven, his head is pounding so hard he thinks that his eyes might just pop out from all that pressure.

The thought of Kyoya leaving is constantly bugging him and truth be told, he's fuckin' tired of it all now.

At 10.50, there is a knock on his bedroom door and he grumbles just loud enough to make himself heard, "Maa, I don't want dinner, I ——"

"I thought you needed a nap."

—— and that is definitely not his Maa's voice.

He sits up to look at Kyoya standing by the door.

"What're ya doing here?"

Ryuuga gets a raised eyebrow for that.

Kyoya walks up to him and places something on the study table.

"You forgot your watch" he says and just, stands there, watching him.

After a while, Ryuuga sighs loudly and says, "C'mere", opening his arms for Kyoya to slip in.

He kisses his forehead then, just a soft press of lips not meant to lead anywhere.

"Sorry I was a dick" Ryuuga mumbles, running a hand over Kyoya's stiff back.

"How's the headache?" Kyoya asks in return.

"Don't have one" he lies.

"Your eyes are bloodshot, Ryuuga."

Ryuuga takes a deep breath then and reminds himself exactly why he did not want to see Kyoya's face tonight anymore.

He knows, that even now, there is a huge possibility that if he asks, then Kyoya will stay, apply to some other college on the island or something.

But that is the problem, isn't it?

He does not want to squash Kyoya's dreams, in spite of everything that he wants.

So he draws back and says, "Go home now. I'll see you tomorrow."

Kyoya reaches towards him, stubborn, so stubborn, says, "You can talk to me."

But Ryuuga doesn't want this, not right now at least.

"There's nothing to talk about" he tells Kyoya, sternly this time so that it gets through his thick skull. "I'll see ya tomorrow. Promise."

Kyoya stands, tips his jaw up, defiant, strong-willed, and then presses a kiss to his forehead, hands him something from his pocket.

"Take them with some food" he says, "or you'll get gas."

Ryuuga's lips twitch up, fingers curling around the ibuprofen tablets, and this is another problem, isn't it? Kyoya jokes without meaning to, cares without showing, loves without asking and Ryuuga, he's going to... miss him so much.

"I love you" Kyoya says, before he walks out, shutting the door behind him.

~

[61below]

Yesterday I got a text from my mother in law (again) where she lambasted me for how dirty my house is and ‘offered’ to ‘help’ me clean. Even though I’ve already repeatedly told her to stop. Even though mr61below has repeatedly told her to stop. She drinks, she gets vocal. It’s not an option to go no-contact right now bc there’s extenuating circumstances, but goddamn I wish I could.

Bc my house is a disaster. But I was still so damned fatigued after lyme, and then just as I was finally feeling like I had finally recovered from that, I got fucking covid. It’s now been two months and I’m still hit with coughing bouts so hard I’m fighting to not pee my pants. I try to go on hikes a few times a week for the dog’s sake, but I’m completely gassed by just a mile. Going to town for errands is enough to make me need to take a nap. I didn’t want to acknowledge this. I don’t want to think about this. I’m so so so lucky that I have a very good job that’s already fully remote. But I’ve been making enough cognitive mistakes that I’m freaking myself out.

I was mid-scrubbing my moldy kitchen sink when I got that text. I deleted the notification and put my phone face down and kept listening to my motivation metal playlist. I finished planting one flat of this week’s veggie seeds. I kept thinking about the text and how mr61below is rushing to finish splitting the firewood before the mosquitoes hatch. I felt like I’m trying to push through quicksand don’t sit don’t sit if you sit you won’t get back up.

I sat. I started crying. Heikki came running from his dog bed and started licking my face, wiggling to get closer closer closer. He is so good.

Mr61below came in for a break and said he’ll talk to his mom again, that once he finishes the firewood he’ll be able to help inside the house, to not worry. (But I also feel like I shouldn’t feel so bad about my shit bc he’s been even more sick for far longer.)

I finished planting the other flat: broccoli and cucumbers and so many different melons. I finished emptying the far-too-full litter box. Roxy immediately dove in there and started rooting around happily. Mr61below told me he’s got enough leftovers for dinner, to not overdo it. I wanted to get the garden beds ready for planting peas and lettuce next weekend, but I just couldn’t. I finally sat.

Today my lower back is absolutely livid. But at least my sink is clean.

[marielittlelou]

♡"𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩."♡

: ̗̀➛ SYNOPSIS: After a long day of villanious work from the league, your boyfriend Touya comes home to you all soft and Clingy.

: ̗̀➛Character(s): Touya Todoroki/Dabi

: ̗̀➛WARNING: None, just pure fluff 🥰💙 also OOC Dabi, Uses of nicknames such as Baby and Babydoll

: ̗̀➛CW:// Use of You/Your. Gender Nuetral unless stated otherwise.

: ̗̀➛GENRE:// Fluff 🍰

A/N:// DJRJJDJFKFKF Hopefully, this makes it up for the angst fic today 💀🙏🏻 LISTEN I HAD TO WRITE ABOUT IT SJFJJV THE LEAKS CAUSE ME ABSOLOUTE GODDAMN PAIN OKAY

Normally, you'd be working at your shift right about now, but your boss was kind enough to let you have a week off, though, that wasn't the same for your softie of a boyfriend, Touya.

See, Touya was a villain, and obviously he couldn't work at a normal job, or for that matter, be seen anywhere considering he was quite literally a wanted criminal. And also he was in none other than the famous League of Villains. So, there's also that.

Now, when others think of the Villain Dabi, they think of him as someone evil, selfish, and unredeemable, as they've seen him on the news multiple times, either burning his victims or doing unspeakable things inside the league that heroes and civilians, including the commission, consider villainous. And while in their eyes, it's true, for you, you only see a man who's touched-Starved and desperete to be loved.

Which was also true, he lacked the affection as a child. His childhood was horrible, horrifying- all the words you couldn't even describe it, his father, Endeavor in a quirk marriage and breeding Rei children for the purpose of having a perfect child with a perfect combination quirk, both ice and fire- in order to surpass AllMight.

As a child, Touya once longed for the attention from his father, to train, just like his father, to become a hero, just like him.

But then his quirk, Blueflame, hurt him. And in Endeavor's eyes, Touya wasn't fit, continuing to make Rei have children until the last child was born, with the quirk Endeavor so desired, Shoto Todoroki. It was then when Touya lost that attention, and in an attempt, Touya would train at sekoto peak, train his flames, which would only burn him more, would only end up burning himself once he knew he would never gain the attention of his father.

Obviously, Touya had trusted you enough to tell you all that, and it broke your heart and made you furious at the same time. Although you didn't quite agree with his actions, you could understand why.

from the outsiders perspective, the Villain Dabi was a monster. But to you? He was nothing but a sweetheart who only needed the love and affection he deserved he never received as a child, and he showed it well.

He separated his villain persona to his softer persona only you know and can see, Touya always tired of putting up said villain persona, trusting you enough to show you his more domestic side.

Currently, the sun was setting in the horizon. Meanwhile, you were inside the kitchen setting up what you needed for dinner, before you heard the door open and heard familiar footsteps, you smiled to yourself, knowing exactly who it was.

Just walking in, Touya took off his boots as well as his infamous leather blue jacket he wears as 'Dabi', lazily throwing it onto the sofa and making his way to the kitchen, his face immediantly softening at the sight of you.

While you smiled to yourself and setting things up, you felt a taller presence behind you, who wrapped their arms around you and their head digging gently into your neck.

You smile became soft and domestic, one of your hands maneuvering to gently scratch his scalp of his snowy-white locks, Touya making a low but gentle noise in approval.

"Why hello there," You whispered while petting his hair, "Welcome home," you softly spoke, Touya mumbling quietly. "Exausted?" You ask, only receiving another quiet mumble from Touya.

You giggled, "You can take a short nap while I cook dinner Touya," You said, noticing Touya started to gently pull you away.

"...Cuddles.." He whispers, his eyes softening as he looks at you lazily.

"But I have to cook dinner Touya," You reply, before speaking again, "Besides I rather not let you go hungry after a long day at the League, my love," You finished gently, and the nickname made Touya's chest flutter, even if he wouldn't admit it, continuing to slowly pull you away as he pouts.

Touya's eyes stare at yours, his head now resting on your shoulder, "....Please?" He whines, your heart fluttering as you couldn't deny his precious pouty face.

You sigh, "Okay, let's go cuddle," You softly say, taking his hand as you walk over to the couch, taking off your shoes and getting comfortable as you laid on the soft sofa, your arms open for Touya.

Touya, eager but cautious, climbed on top of you, gently laying on your body, his head laying at the crook of your neck, making sure his weight isn't crushing you. It was sweet how aware he was of himself and how tall he was, not wanting to crush you. "Comfy?" You asked softly, as Touya huffs in approval.

Being able to smell your sweet vanilla-like scent relaxed him, his arms wrapping around your torso as you played with his soft white hair, one of your hands maneuvering again to brush your fingers through his hair, hearing a satisfied sigh.

"Mph..comfy.." He mumbled as to which made you smile, continuously brushing your fingers through his hair, "Tough day, love?" You asked, Touya's heart doing a flip at the nickname. He's always loved your nicknames, but would never say it out loud.

Touya digged his head into the crook of your neck more, not really wanting to talk about it, which was okay, of course. You'd never want to force him to talk about it if he didn't want to. And that's what he loved about you. "That's okay," you whispered, as you continued to soothe the man.

Touya really appreciated it, and loved it when you'd never pry or ask about the league and what happened, another thing he loved about you. Most of the people he worked with would constantly try to get into his buisness or bother him about the league- so he'd simply burn them. But with you? That'd never happen.

So he pampered you with kisses on your face as you giggled, "Touya!" You laughed, which gave Touya the butterflies, he loved hearing you laugh, especially when it came from him. So he continued to pamper you with soft, butterfly kisses, being sure to be gentle with his movements to not crush you.

"You deserve the whole world, Babydoll," He spoke, which made you blush. He smirked. "And m'gonna give it to you," he whispers, which made you shiver and blush again, smiling softly at him, as Touya's own face softens.

"So do you, Touya," You reply softly, cupping the man's face and rubbing his face with your thumbs softly, and if that didn't make Touya lean in and melt. He was absoloutly smitten. "You've always deserved the world," you spoke again, before you replied, "And I'm sorry you didn't get that before," You say soberly, while you still cupped his face.

Touya, knowing what you were referring to, gently lured your lips against his, as you'd both melted into the sweet kiss before you. And you could tell he was smiling in the kiss as your thumbs were rubbing against his scarred face and staples carefully.

"Baby, don't apologize for my past," Touya muffles, his head still digged into the crook of your neck before you spoke again.

"I know.." You sigh, "But it really isn't fair you didn't get the love you deserved," you spoke soberly, earning another soft kiss from Touya.

"Still," Touya replies, "Don't apologize for my past, it's not yours, it's mine," "Besides," Touya continues, "Aren't I getting love right now, Babydoll?" He smirks, earning a smile from you, "I didn't know an S-Tier Villain could be so cheesy," you giggle.

Touya bites your cheek playfully, earning another giggle from you. "Only for you, Babydoll," Touya whispers, while you cup his face again, your thumbs gently rubbing his face, careful not to rub his staples.

"Did you have to bite my cheek, you rascal?" You ask playfully, smiling as Touya gave you a sneaky and mischievous smirk.

"Oh, Absolutely," Touya playfully replies, before going back to bite your cheek again to tease you.

"Touya!" You giggle.

If there was anything in the world that would be Touya's favorite, it was your laugh. Your soft and sweet laugh that he could never seem to get enough of, and never would as long as he was alive.

A/N:// SCREAMING, CRYING, THROWING UP, I ACTUALLY CANNOT DO THIS THE FLUFF IS TOO MUCH NOOOOO I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE BUT I KNOW HE HAS TOO 😭😭😭💔💔💔

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3805

today was pretty good.

although i'm realizing i don't do well with alarms when i don't have an urgent deadline to deal with.

regardless.

today went just about as expected: mom and i stopped for starbucks before going to pick up aunt wendy and going to the quilt shop to get some new fabrics and pick up an almost-finished quilt (just needs the binding). we went and got lunch afterward at the airport diner and brought aunt wendy back home.

on the ride home, mom asked me what i thought about how aunt wendy was doing. and i pointed out that wendy is 65 or 66 years old and is recovering from a traumatic brain injury. i said she's doing pretty well, all things considered. she won't recover how i would. she's not young anymore. the resilience her biological systems used to have has been depleted. but she's remembering things about how i do, so i think she seems to be doing okay. definitely not as badly as i expected from how mom described it yesterday. so i'm glad.

tw childhood trauma under the cut

also in a very mom-like move, she denied that she and dad got into screaming matches when i was a child. like damn. plus regardless of what YOU think happened, that's what happened to me and the tears and trauma are real. because you and dad were screaming at each other and not looking after your children who were upstairs in their room crying.

i don't give a fuck if someone else's parents threw hot bacon grease at each other. i don't give a fuck if someone else's parents physically fought with each other. trauma is trauma. i didn't choose to have parents who act like they hate each other. and i CERTAINLY didn't ask for a mother who refuses to accept criticism and/or accuses their child that they've been deluded into imagining things that never happened.

no, bitch. i have trauma because you fucking yelled for half my goddamn childhood. i can't handle yelling. i can't handle you and dad fighting. i can't fucking handle it because YOU BOTH made me like this.

/end trauma rant

anyway, when we got home i took a nap. i didn't want to talk to my mom after that accusation.

so i napped.

until my sister woke me up to operate the rice cooker for dinner.

she said i was the rice cooker subject matter expert. i said, "i've always wanted to be a sme" and i think she thinks i'm a little nuts.

but dinner was tacos that were good and i put the food away and rinsed out the dishes that were used and washed my rice cooker pot and scoop and put them away. because of course dad wasn't gonna do that.

also, of course, mom and dad argued again today. it wasn't shouting but it was loud and annoyed. i can't go a day without them fighting. which is another reason i stay with joel.

mom and i watched the new episode of oak island before heading to bed, which is where i am now. been here a hot minute. tired but more hungry than tired.

and today i did something useful!

while we were at the quilt shop, an older lady working the register asked one of her coworkers for assistance while helping someone. "hey," she said, "the computer is now in japanese. i don't know how to change it back, can you help me?" and i, random girl who has a 428-day streak on duolingo in japanese, realized i could help! so i stepped over, looked at the screen, and recognized the universal symbol for language, which is the little globe thingy like you have on your phone keyboard. so i tapped the title next to it which said "日本語" and switched it back to "English." and i was happy to have assisted in returning a tablet to english for those who could not read japanese. and to be fair, i also couldn't read the things on the kiosk tablet except for "japanese" in the corner lmao

but that was my good deed for the day lol

i was like "the one time it pays off to be learning japanese"

and that was basically it. i talked to leo a little and i played some uno with mom while we waited for dinner to be done. we don't have our star wars game tomorrow but i want to return to joel's regardless.

i'm tired, homie. i need a new job. i need a new job really badly.

but i'm so tired. how am i supposed to function in a job if i'm still fucking tired even after not being employed for more than two months at this point?

[parksprout]

Sprout Journal 11/11/24-11/12/24

OKAY so this is part 2 of my journal I posted earlier today! That one was mostly thoughts about my love life and me yapping about my own feelings (boring, right?) so unless you're absurdly interested in my feelings of longing and desire to date this really cool, cute, interesting and sweet enby then think of this as the one and only journal entry for yesterday and the day before!

So two days ago was pretty eventful for me! I had my first doctors appointment since I was like 10, and it went surprisingly well! I have always been a bit of a hypochondriac. My health paranoia typically comes from my weight. I'm overweight and have been for about half of my life, but I think I've always been a little too self conscious of it - I'm not unhealthy, I'm very strong and can run and never get winded but.. I still have always been fully convinced I'm basically on the verge of death from being unhealthy. The doctor mitigated my concerns a lot yesterday, and.. she genuinely made me feel a lot better about myself than I have in a long time both through testing and words of encouragement, the later of which was really unexpected. All of my vitals are really healthy, my blood pressure is almost perfect, my heart rate and lungs sounded excellent, almost any aspect of health that everyone beats into your head would be "terrible beyond salvaging" by being overweight I actually tested well within healthy matrics for. The only thing that wasn't actually very healthy is the vision in my left eye lkajsdhflkasjdf I can't see a goddamn thing. I have an eye doctor appointment later this month where I might finally get eyeglasses! I think I'd actually be super cute with glasses so I'm kinda hoping that I qualify laksdflasdjf. Anyways, after that I had a pretty okay rest of my appointment! I had to get my blood drawn and I almost fainted alskjdfasjdf I was fine at first, just chilling, but it was taking a really long time so I looked over at the nurse and she was filling up her 5th big ass vial and that made me feel light headed - it seemed like so much.

After my doctors appointment I had a pretty chill rest of my day. I did my first pixel art, I took a realllyyyy relaxing nap, and then i got dinner with my former coworker/friend Ethan! He's a lot older than me so we can't really relate on most things but to be fully honest he kinda fits an older broter/mentor role within my life so it was really good talking to him and asking him for advice! I asked him for advice on relationships, healing, how to find myself again and more. He always has a lot of introspective but also funny things to say aklsjdfaskjdf he helped me a lot, even if some of the stuff isn't exactly what I wanted to hear. We got Mexican food btw! I got myself a burrito and an empanada but I sadly didn't really like the empanada :< I ended up giving about half of my meal to this homeless/destitute woman who was hanging out in the parking lot, she wanted money but I didn't have anything to give so I asked if she wanted the food and she said yes! Yesterday was a reallyyyy simple day. Work was super boring so I have absolutely nothing to say about that, and then once I got home I just went and worked out really hard and then bought stuff at the store to make soup!! I couldn't actually finish making the soup last night so that'll be what I make for dinner tonight!! I'm getting tired of writing and I'm in class rn so I'm gonna call it here! Byeee tumblrrrrr <3 if you wanna read my weird emotions check out part one of this journal, if not then STAY AWAY WHY WOULD I CARE ANYWAY!!!!! RAH!!!

[luminenwalker]

Down in Gamble there's this street hawker slicin' deals for gratis implants – primo stuff. My new peepers are still shake-free. Catch is, she swipes your memories as trade, puts 'em on a spike. Your call if some corpo touchin' himself to my dead husband's worth the bargain. //Cam

Yup, she's up to her old tricks again - it's a cover for her and the Winds to trade info. Actual prices are high enough to buy a dozen heads, let alone swiping memories. Also, her stock are from Huangfong or Telvo - if you don't know what that means, really stay clear. //Penny

There is no such thing as a "mutant". We are all mutants. That's the meaning of evolution. Nature's coming back to this city. It's a  mutant revolution. //Love-Crafter

I was out in the bordertown for business. Saw this 'Man and Iron' contest going on. Triathlon shit, heads with prosthetics verses non-chromed up heads. No one won. Devolved into accusations of cheating and a huge brawl. Crazy fuckin' world.  //Axol

Some of the shit that goes on in this city... Walked down an alleyway for a piss and there's a goddamn body cut up like a cow in a butchershop. Called the local thugs and left, not dealing with whatever head's crazy enough to do that. //PH

Someday the Works will be done. Released. One after the other, endlessly. To do whatever the fuck they want. Thats what they were Made for. That and tearing down the brainwashing towers. //Love-Crafter

I open my eyes and my life is shrouded in haze. I take a breath and some retreat in haste. I saw a man whose face is twisted by hate, and I left his face on the ground no longer hale. //Caderina

Piss? Piss right off. That was me taking a nap, you called an organ harvesting sicko on me! //Caderina

'Man and Iron'? I know that one! It's actually a publicity stunt - the IPAAA fakes these brawl in different cities annually to drum up support and get all these sweet donations. And no, the International Prosthetic-Assisted Athletes Association is not legitimate. A big shot got hurt this time though, they will be biting the dust soon. //Penny

Data day, Day to day: Mayoral Aide poses for nude calendar to refute accusations of her Mutation. Opponents say its just a publicity /fundraising stunt. All the deets on- //Data Daily

There's a copy of that eyesore donated to the soup kitchen - if any of you want it, be my guest? At least, it is the same body. The head was Xara One though, not the mayoral aide in question. //Penny

Did you see that fight between that mutie gang and the borgs yesterday? On the corners of Sanctuary and Opportunity Street? Shit, I started running from those hills. They sing and want to eat me. //Random Person in a rainbow wig and glasses.

Can you even have a good rest without a hearty dinner before bed? Add some flavor, get some all natural red honey in from a bottle of Hydro-Flow. Just don't look into a Mirror while you do that, you'll see some crazy shit. //Advertisement.

Borg the fuck up at Atlas Industry. We'll do it almost at cost. Who doesn't want to be Perfect? Dumbass' who can't see what a great deal this is. You want to the Golden Unicorn, like me? Sorry I'm too perfect to be immitted by any copy cats, but we can make you anything else. //Advertisement

Do you have the time? I lost this ancient  timepiece, and it wasn't even in the shop like usual.  Turned that Place inside out looking for it. Where Else could it be? Not even my Eyes can find it anywhere in This City. //Ult

[artandshid]

Family Matters Part 2

Summary: Eddie realizes his mistake, but he doesn’t know how to fix it. Will a little bit of tough love from Uncle Wayne give him the right push?

Wayne Munson browsed through the grocery store for the first time in what seems forever. Now that his boy is back, he figured he’d keep some food in the house in case Eddie ever wanted to stop over.

For the past year, Wayne has been living off of fast food and whatever snacks he picked up at the convenience store when he went to get his lotteries.

Now, he’s strolling up and down the aisles of Hawkin’s favorite grocery store looking for anything and everything that catches his eye.

However, the thing that caught his eye today wasn’t any food. No, it was the girl he considered to be a daughter to him. The girl that he hasn’t seen since Eddie took off with Corroded Coffin. The girl that made his nephew the happiest Wayne has ever seen him. Y/n Y/l/n.

Wayne approaches you while you were deciding which spaghetti sauce you should buy tonight for dinner.

“My personal favorite is the thick and hearty.” You hear a gruff voice say over your shoulder. You turn around ready to snap at whatever old creep decided to come up to you today. However, when you turned around, you realized it wasn’t an old creep at all, in fact it was one of the best men you have ever known. Uncle Wayne.

You pull him into a hug, “Uncle Wayne, how have you been.”

He hugs back and squeezes you tightly, “I’ve been great kiddo, I’ve been great.” He says and holds the hug a little bit longer.

Maggie coos from the cart and both of your attentions turn toward your daughter.

“And who is this?” Wayne says while looking at Maggie.

“This is my daughter, Maggie.” You say a little bit quietly but still with a smile.

You never told Uncle Wayne about Maggie, but you also haven’t seen him in almost 2 years. You assumed Eddie didn’t say anything to him, he truly left you in his past.

You can tell Wayne was looking at her and noticing all of Eddie’s features in her. She has a lot of them, His big brown eyes, his smile, and she even has his curly brown hair, although that just started growing. You know Wayne noticed all of these things. You can tell he was looking for a way to start this conversation.

“She has your nose.” He says with a knowing smile and bops Maggie’s nose, which she giggles at, taking a liking to him already.

You chuckle, “Yes, yes she does.” You say and smile down at your feet.

“Why didn’t I know about her until today kid?” Wayne asks you.

You stutter, “Well-well, I don’t know Uncle Wayne, I-I haven’t seen you in forever. At least not since I knew about her.”

He chuckles unhumoressly, “No, that’s not what I mean, I mean why didn’t my boy ever tell me about this angel.”

“I don’t know, your boy doesn’t even know this angel is a girl.” You feel bad for Uncle Wayne having to find out about this in this way, and you feel bad that he will most surely hand Eddie his ass over this. But you weren’t good at thinking on your toes so you just told the truth. And you shouldn’t feel bad for it, but you do.

“Eddie is a Goddamned idiot.” When Uncle Wayne gets mad, he doesn’t yell. But you still know when he’s getting mad. His eyes get dark. He talks through his teeth. The tips of his ears get red. And right now Uncle Wayne is mad. He is furious.

And before the storm can hit you say, “Uncle Wayne, I really have to go, but I miss you. You should come over for dinner once in a while, have a home cooked meal.” You lean in and give him another hug.

He hugs you back and tell you he loves you and then bops Maggie’s nose again.

He watches you continue your grocery shopping, and he leaves his full cart there and storms off to find his boy.

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Pounding. That’s what Eddie woke up to. Pounding on his door. He checks the clock, 7PM. He didn’t realize his nap lasted so long.

Pounding.

“One second Jesus Christ.” He says while pulling a shirt over his head.

He opens the door to find Uncle Wayne standing there. Being so excited to see him, he doesn’t even realize how pissed his uncle is.

“Uncle Wayne I missed you so much old man.” He pulls him into a hug and pulls him inside his apartment.

“Don’t give me that shit boy.” Wayne says and Eddie takes a defensive step back.

“Man what’s wrong, I’ve been gone for two years now I’m finally back and you’re already yelling at me.” he says starting to raise his voice.

“Two years too long. Two years too long when you have a Goddamn good girl here and a child. Two years too long. You gotta be stupid boy. That girl was the best thing to ever happen to you, and you had a shot at a family with her. You’re stupid. And I never even got to know.” Wayne started in on him and made Eddie feel even guiltier for his mistakes.

“Uncle Wayne I know, I’ve been stupid, I don’t know how to make it up to her.” Eddie says with tears in his eyes.

“You’ll be lucky if you ever get to. If I were her I’d spit in your face and tell you to go to hell. Who raised you this way? Because it sure as hell wasn’t me. This is your fathers activities. You never wanted to end up like him. But you did, you are. You don’t know how to make it up to her? Did you even fucking try boy?” Wayne says plopping down on the couch. Eddie sits next to him and sobs.

“I’m just like him. I’m a piece of shit.” Wayne softens up a little at this. Crying his own tears. He’s never seen Eddie cry like this before. Not since he was a kid.

“You’re not a piece of shit. But you did a piece of shit thing. You’re not just like your father. Your father wouldn’t sit here and cry over his mistake. He wouldn’t even consider it a mistake. But you’re better than he is. Now you gotta prove it to yourself and to Y/n and to Maggie that you’re better than he is.” Wayne said rubbing Eddie’s back.

“Her names Maggie? You got to meet her?” He looks up at Wayne with his big brown eyes. They were filled with hope and admiration.

“Her name is Maggie. She’s a beautiful little girl. She looks a lot like her father.” Eddie once again sobbed. He wants to meet her so bad. He wants to see you so bad. But how does he approach you after all this time?

“You need to talk to Y/N kid, if you want to be in your daughters life in any way, you need to talk to her.” Eddie nods his head.

“I know I do, I need to find the balls to do it. When did I become such a coward? When did I become okay with hurting so many people? Fuck I hurt you, I took away an opportunity for you to be a grandfather, you would be so good at it, I know you would. I hurt Y/n, how could I hurt her? She was everything to me, she still is, when did I become so stupid? When did I become so blind and naive to not see that she was everything I needed?” Eddie said now pacing around the room. Trying to understand his own actions.

“Ed, you were stupid. I’m gonna be blunt with you. You fucked up royally, and now you’re going to have to work your ass off to make it right. But you’re a good guy, and I know you don’t want to be a dead beat father, so make it fucking right kid.” Wayne says to him seriously and Eddie nods his head so hard his hair bounces.

“Yeah I’m a good guy. And it’s going to be fucking hard but Y/n is worth it. Maggie is worth it.”

It’s short, but I knew I wanted Wayne to find out about Maggie and to give Eddie a piece of his mind. I know we don’t like Eddie right now and Y/n may seem like a pushover, but she’s not. She’s forgiving, but that doesn’t mean she’ll forget.