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mh073099 · 11 months ago

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“I’ll Find You” - Captain Rex x Reader Fic Part 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Sexual Harassment- a bit. Themes of Torture, Terrorism, Murder, our girl is a separatist spy okay she's not the good guy yet. Age Gap- 18/19 to a 24/25. Don't Worry not for long, I am a fan of age gaps.

Author Note- SOOOOOoooo It has been a really Long time since I posted anything for this and almost abandoned it but I reread it earlier and got some inspiration again, to anyone that cares reading this. Also, pay attention to the time stamps.. they will be important in the future.

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Part 3

Paris, France 05/21/2067 01:45

As we sat down in the café, I suddenly felt awkward. Here I was, sitting down with the first person in ages that really noticed me, regardless of if it was real or not. I felt naked. Laid bare under his gaze.

“Relax, princess. I’m not going to bite.” He smiles at me. Never in my life has someone smiled at me this much.

“Not even if I ask nicely?” I snark back, leaning forward onto the table with my hands. Rex just looks at me, smirk on his face, not taking the bate.

“You know what’s scary?” I ask him. I’m unable to help myself.

“What?”

“Knowing that you could destroy everything I’ve ever known, and yet I think I’d let you.” What the fuck am I saying? And that thought must be showing on my face because he starts to speak again.

He regards me carefully. “Maybe that’s what you need,” comes out slow and soft.

“I don’t need saving.” I look him square in the eyes.

“I’m not taking about saving you. I’m taking about freeing you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feel we are dancing around the obvious.

“Hmmm. Tell me something about yourself. Something honest, real.” He asks while sipping his hot chocolate. He looks so normal, so calm and at peace. While we sit here and dance around elephants in the room.

“Oh, well I don’t know. Um… I speak 6 languages.” I offer up. Kinda at a loss to answer, for Am I really that much of a person? I do what I’m told. I am the makeup of ash and ember that has been molded by pain, over and over again. My whole life is a lie. A secret. Something I cannot share, for the so called greater good. Honest? Something Real? Am I even real? These thoughts aren’t ones I should be having. Conversations like this lead down a dark road.

“Wow, that is impressive.” He really does look impressed by that fact. “What Languages? Even though that’s not what I meant by my question, obviously. But I have to ask.”

“Maybe I am Deflecting.”

“You are most definitely deflecting.” Then he looks at me expectantly.

“Well, English obviously,” earns me the low chuckle that I am growing to adore. “As well as French, Spanish, Geonosian, Huttese, and Kittat.”

His head snaps up from where he was drinking his coffee. “Kittat? That’s a dead language, used by- “

“Yes, The Old Empire. My mother is a historian. Translated a few things for the republic. Taught me as she was teaching herself.” The lie falls easy and quick from my mouth. The dead language isn’t as dead as everyone thinks. It’s what the separatists use to pass information along. An Illegal language has its benefits.

Which of course he brings up. “Mhhmm. And Isn’t it an illegal language?” He cocks his head; his eyes harden the slightest bit.

"Technically yes but Historians like my mother have permits and clearances for such things. Teaching me? Now that wasn’t necessarily legal but what kind of government prohibits a whole language? Its just words.”

“Dangerous words” he counters carefully.

“As if words in any other language can’t be dangerous?” I lean back. “It was William Douglas said ‘The most important aspect of freedom of speech is freedom to learn. All education is a continuous dialogue- questions and answers that pursue every problem on the horizon.’ Without the freedom to criticize, question and challenge the dominant narrative, societies cannot make progress.” I finish with a huff.

Rex leans back, with a smile on is lips, and something bright gleaming in his eyes. “You’re very passionate about this.”

“There is only passion.”

Rex pauses, licks his lips and smiles. “Of course, you’re 100% right about freedom of speech. But progress is slow. We must learn from the past. Not repeat it.”

“And isn’t that what’s happening?”

“I don’t think so. I work for a great senator, Her efforts and even the quiet efforts of her husband have shown that they actually care for their people. And truly want to make the world a better place. The right way.”

“What’s your job title exactly?” I bait him.

“What’s yours?”

I sigh. He had me there. “Hmm.” The right way. Is there really such a thing as right and wrong? Or did it come down to Just you and them? Two sides of the same coin? I look down at my hands, unable to look him in the eye anymore. “Still feel like you’re following me.”

“Maybe it’s not you I am following.” His response makes me freeze, and then surprisingly relax. That is a loaded response…but maybe. Just maybe.

He reaches his hand down across the table, pinky touching mine and interrupting my thoughts.

I loop my pinky with his. Looking down at our entwined fingers. His pinky finger is calloused but warm. I hope he couldn’t tell how sweaty my hand was while being hooked on my pinky.

“Where do you see yourself five years from now?” I asked, still staring at our pinkies.

His inhale makes me look up, and I can’t make the expression on his face. “You don’t ask easy questions.”

“You’re one to talk.” I fire back.

We both dissolve into giggles. I just feel giddy, and his smile in intoxicating. For the first time, I feel clean. Like I don’t have to hide.

“In five years? A promotion, with better pay and better hours. My schedule now is nowhere near stable, but a set work schedule would be nice. And hopefully, a relationship. I’m a little young to think about starting a family, but I want that someday, and in 5 years, I hope to have that person by my side.” He answers, taking hold of my whole hand as he finishes.

“Hmm. That sounds nice.” I say absent mindedly, imaging what a family would even feel like.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” He squeezes my hand in reassurance.

Dead. For a cause that I am not even sure I believe in.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Right now, my work keeps me busy, as well as in the moment. Success is seen in immediate results. Long term is not something I am looking at yet” I try to keep it vague.

“You haven’t thought about it?” He pushes.

But pushing starts to irritate me, and I snap back with, “I’m young, what’s there to worry about? Who cares for future.” I say in a huff. A dark look overtakes my face and I pull my hand away. Hands in my lap, looking at him in all his handsome goodness. Curse life for dangling him in my face. His eyes are filled with sympathy as if he could possibly understand what it was like to not know what happens tomorrow. To have your fate completely out of your own hands.

“Princess, you asked the question.” He pauses then leans a little more forward. He looks so open. “I don’t know what you’re caught up in. But I have friends. People that could help-“

“Woah let me stop you right there. I do not need saving. I am perfectly fine thank you very much. I don’t know what you think you know, But I can tell you, You are wrong. I have a well paying job that provides for me, I get to travel, I-“ I loose track of where I was going with this. How do you try and stand up for living a life you don’t want? “Rex,” I sigh. “I’m fine. You will just come to find that I tend to be pessimistic at times.” I offer up.

He just looks at me, taking in the sight of me. I wonder what he sees?

Then he reads my mind and goes, “When I look at you, I see a strong, beautiful ruthless young woman with her whole life ahead of her. But you have this look in your eye. You’re not happy. Not even close.”

“How do you know?” I shake my head.

“I recognize that look because I used to stare at it in the mirror every day. Until I found a way to stop living like that.” He offers. Rex cocks his head at me, looking concerned and sympathetic. I hate it. I can’t understand why he cares.

“Sounds easy.”

“Hardly.”

The silence seems comforting. I don’t feel as alone as I normally do.

“I’d gladly let you ruin me if you asked.” Left my mouth unbidden.

First, I see surprise flash across his face. Determination settles in its place.

He pulls out a card, and slides it across the table. I don’t look at it, just slip it in my pocket.

Rex goes to say something, But at that moment, the door to the 24-7 café we’re in opens.

When I connect with his eyes, all I feel is dread. The anger is rolling off him in waves. The card heavy in my pocket.

Rex must notice the color drain from my face because he turns slightly and catches sight of Maul.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper to Rex, as Maul approaches with long strides. He arrives at our little table in just a few steps.

“Let’s go.” Is not question. “I’ve been requested to make sure you arrive home safe. Your mother was worried.” His deep voice oozes with thinly veiled venom and misplaced passiveness.

“Is everything all right?” I hear, Rex’s tone firm, calm and dangerous. I look over at him, and the look he is shooting at Maul rocks me off balance. He looks positively murderous. Never could I image his face set in stone like this.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Maul sneers, slowly moving his gaze to Rex. The heat in their stare was almost Nuclear. As if at any moment, they would collide and explode on each other, leaving devastation in their wake.

"Everything is fine John,” I quickly say making sure not to give his real name out, hand reaching out to his and I go to stand up.

His gaze shifts to me and his eyes soften. “It was nice talking to you princess. Stay Safe out there.”

I softly smile and look to Maul. His eyes burn me, promising trouble that he will enjoy, and that I certainly will not. “Well? Let’s go then.” I bark out bitterly.

We turn and leave.

It took everything in me not to look back.

Paris, France 05/21/2067 02:15

The whole drive was silent on the way back to the manor, but the smugness was rolling off Maul in waves. I didn’t know what lied ahead of me. But I did know one thing. Rex knew I was trouble. This could go one of two ways. I could give rex up, milk him for what he knows and dispose of him. The thought twisted painfully in my chest, and it became hard to breath. Or I could toss Rex a bone. Slowly bring down the cause. I’d be betraying everything I had known. But what was a cause that killed and stole for their own gains? An Ideal that the Republic is the oppressor while simultaneously oppressing not only those they deem an enemy to the cause, but to their very supporters as well. That idea made the weight on my heart ease a bit.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

When we arrived at the manor, I was hesitant. The place held a blanket of doom that did little to keep the cold out. Maul stalked forwards while I meekly followed behind. I was scared. Maul was excited.

We entered the haunted manor and made our way to the main parlor. In the room stood the Count, my Mother, and Him. The Chancellor of the separatist movement. Everything about him was absolutely Sidious. My mother’s face was blank. Just an empty shell with her face. The Count looked bored. Maul looked like a dog, drooling for a bone.

“Hello, my darling girl.” His voice was like poison. It took everything in me not to flinch. “I have a job for you.”

Here. We. Go.

Paris, France 05/21/2067 04:00

I lied there, in my own blood and vomit. Left alone to pick myself up.

The Humiliation of this night will forever be burned into my spine. All for what?

To test my strength, He said. To assure everyone but more importantly to assure myself, that I have the will to continue this path. To kill doubt that lingers within myself and within our circle about my abilities. After all, I was just a young girl. They needed proof of my loyalty. My undying loyalty. To remind myself that Peace is a lie. To become what I pretend to be, he said. To prove I am enough for this job, that I will see it through. No matter the pain, the costs.

“Tell me, do you have anything to say for yourself? To prove yourself worthy?” In all his Sidious might, he stood over me. Brand still glowing, the smell of burning flesh overtaken my senses. I looked over at my mother. She looked at me as if I was nothing. I didn’t recognize her anymore.

Turn back to him, Looking him in the eye. “There is no peace, only passion.”

His smile is wicked, and he continues.

Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:47

I lay in bed, just staring at the wall. Ace by my side. I have to keep him from trying to lick my wounds.

I need to get up. I need a plan out of this. This…this isn’t me, right?

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.”

I sit up, pushing myself through the pain.

“Through Passion, I gain Strength.”

Standing up was hard. My legs gave out, and I had to learn heavily on the bed until I could get my feet underneath me.

“Through Strength, I gain Power.”

I slowly make my way over the mirror.

“Through Power, I gain Victory”

The Woman looking back at me is unrecognizable.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.”

A lie. All I see are chains.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.” I repeat.

Tears cloud my vision, and I am filled with rage.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.” I whisper, before I slam My fist into the full-length mirror.

My knees hit the floor, digging into glass. I relish the pain.

“I am set Free.”

I reach for the Card.

Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:59

He picks up after the first ring. “Hello?” His voice deep, and rumbles through me. I take a deep breath.

“Did you know?” I ask, voice hoarse and sore, but full of force. No room for argument.

“Princess, is that you?” I ignore the butterflies in my stomach at the nickname.

“Rex. Did you know when we first met? Back in D.C.?” I ask again. There’s no way he didn’t know now. Not with the way our late-night conversation went.

He sighs. “No. I didn’t know back then.”

“You Promise?”

“I promise.”

“When did you find out?” My voice breaks.

His voice is soft when he replies, “I didn’t find out until after seeing you that afternoon at the cafe. I went back to the embassy after that and... well.”

I took a deep breath. He was honest with no hesitation. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. I believed it deep in my bones.

“You let me walk away.” My vision starts to get blurry.

“I knew you’d make the right choice in the end. I believe in you.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I whisper.

“Princess, are you ok? The other night you-

I choke out a laugh. “Yeah. I’m fine. Tell you’re bosses I’ll help. That’s what their expecting right?”

I let out a sniffle. God, I’m really doing this.

“Look, Let’s talk about th-”

“No. No talking. One condition. You’re the person I talk to. No one else.”

A sigh. “I wish you would stop interrupting me.” His voice holds 1000s emotions, and I can’t place any of them.

“Get used to it. Good-bye Rex. I’ll keep in touch.”

I hung up the phone.

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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male s/o hcs ; emmet

requested by ; 🥭 anon (20/05/23) [1/6]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet

outline ; “🥭 anon here! I’m so happy you’re willing to give my Submas request a shot even if it’ll take a while!! ✨ take as much time as you need, because I’m desperate to see content for these sillies and perfection takes time so I can wait~ I’d like to request sfw and nsfw general relationship headcanons for the Submas bros (separate headcanons and poly headcanons) with a male reader If possible!! 👉👈 also I appreciate that you write for male readers I think that’s great!!!!!!!!!!!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

teases you frequently but it’s in a lighthearted and playful way, usually just ribbing you if you make a silly mistake like trip over your own feet — but he takes as good as he gives so he’d fully encourage you to do the same to him

talks about you to his brother and the trainers he comes across quite often, either mentioning you offhandedly or talking about something you did or something else

(e.g. ‘i am emmet. i have won against you. i need to leave at the next station. my boyfriend is waiting for me. i am emmet’)

is extremely supportive of you and will brag about your latest accomplishments to whoever will listen (usually the trainers who are stuck battling him on the subway, but generally they’re more endeared than irritated and will send their regards)

lends you his coat whenever it’s cold because he worries about you getting sick — well, more accurately he forces his jacket over you and tells you to keep it on

never leaves for work without giving you a kiss goodbye, he’s sentimental like that

calls you his boyfriend, his partner and his husband interchangeably — nobody other than his brother can actually say for certain what your relationship is aside from that you’re obviously together

you’re the only one who’s able to calm him down when he gets quite hyper, but as you adore that side of him you’ll only really do it if you have to

perfectly fine with pda and will even initiate it if he knows you’re comfortable with that type of affection

shows off to you a lot, like he’ll have you accompany him to work sometimes so you can watch him win battles

especially if a victory is rewarded with a kiss

is actually physically stronger than he looks and is capable of picking you up and carrying you, but he rarely does it — saving it as a way to cheer you up and make you laugh when you’re upset

doesn’t necessarily use nicknames for you, only using your name or your relationship title, but if you use a pet name for him enough he’ll respond to it — even if it’s the silliest name in the world, he’ll love it because you chose it

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 10 months ago

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3.17.24 Sunday

9:51 am

I still have windblow....I wanna see Mark suddenly,it is impossible if he is somewhere nearby....

Is there a particular group who got my exes? I feel bitter... I can't get a bf who can lift?

I don't wanna be ugly and fat coz my exes were all handsome and tall...

Can I be Elvis???

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10:05 am

Where the fuck is Mark??? I feel bitter....Where the fuck is his penis now??? 17 years... hmm...

Someone fuck someone....

I really wanna leave this Cavite, I have no growth... I feel that they took away my future....I need to see my men and Mitch?

Mitch did you give me a "simple battery"???

I feel bitter... I feel ugly here, they took away my crown, I was supposed to be Elvis...

Probably, there is a group that took away my bf's? Is Mark somewhere???

I feel bitter here...I wanna leave Cavite...I have windblow....I wanna leave Cavite....17 years they fuck each other without me... I hate being 2nd, if they kept it I will just die of heartaches...

1:18 pm

I still have windblow....I feel bitter 17 years too long, too much of waiting and putting a barrier on me...

I feel so ugly and fat and I feel out of place... I feel that someone took my place, an unknown vagina... I'm trap here and nobody wants me now.. Someone fuck someone at my back that is totally unfair!!!

3:36 pm

Got my Japan collagen from Lazadah shop but it is not well-sealed....So, I'm doubting....I did a skin test on my left arm and it is fine but based on its bottle stop using if something bad happened to your skin...Weird!

3:43 pm

I have my Garnier the liquid is somehow intact and sticky it will not flow right away on the skin compared to this collagen that I just bought...

The liquid of collagen it is like water...

The same thing the liquid is somehow sticky... This is my collagen, I bought in Watson.

4 pm

Good News! The collagen of Daiso is really watery in texture but it is effective according to this...

youtube

4:02 pm

I still have windblow... I feel ugly here, I wanna leave Cavite... I wonder if group of women got my exes....I wanted a breast implant ....

Where is Mark? Tell them that I was really cute when we first met at FEU when we were 16....

I feel ugly now... I hate women nowadays they are being judgemental on my face but I still want a nose perfection.... Who the fuck got my exes??? Is Mark somewhere???

Remember me Mark???

I feel bitter...

6:48 pm

I have windblow... I feel bitter!!! 17 years... All my handsome bf's were gone...

Now,where is Mark? I feel that someone fuck Mark, I hate being 2nd choice... Why, nobody wants me? Since this windblow came year 2007??? I hate being compared!!!

I feel a back-stabbed and a woman took my position on my exes, now on Mark...

Is Mark somewhere, fucked by people of Cavite??? I feel hurt!!!

I was really cute angels! I was really cute!!! WHY, NOBODY WANTS ME NOW!!!

Everyone is so calm and I hate it Mark!!!I hate it Mark, everyone is so calm! I hate it!!! I don't see Love on Calm!!! I DON'T FEEL LOVE BY BEING SO CALM.... There is no love on them here... I feel HURT!!!

7:34 pm

I feel ugly for 17 years... I'm not calm!!! I wasn't calmed!!! I wanted to shout....I wanted to shout and be seen by everyone!!!

It is about Love and Pride... I wanted to shout coz of my Ego being smashed unfairly...

I don't want that particular group of women tracked down my handsome bf's and they took away the chance for me to see them,why?

Even Mitch, where is she??? Why? Did she give this "simple battery"???

9:14 pm

I feel so ugly...I have complex....I have windblow hoping for the better...

I wanna leave Cavite...I feel jealous...

I need a bf who can heal me that I'm not ugly... I lost my 17 years and my timeline....I wanted to be famous hope Mark can understand and he used to know me that I was always the baby and I was always the center of my friends or circle and they made me a supporter for 17 years, I feel ouch here...

I feel bad I wanted to have my own circle again and I can't see my old friends....I wanted to see Mark coz I wanted to see him again, my old bf....I wanna talk in front of our friends and see but some wicked group took away that moment from me and my reality love-team and my reality-fame and my reality love-affair....They took away that moment that I can be seen as sweet and the Carmela of the group but I,we are mature people...But still I wanna see Mark coz I'm hurting so much now... I'm hurting so much now....17 years I'm hurting coz probably you are just somewhere nearby, enjoying with the bad Mickey Mouse.

9:37 pm

I have windblow....Sometimes, I feel like dying but for the windblow, it is unfair to die this way....It is unfair to die without anything achievement or whatever, without feeling it again or any success or good emotion... Not yet fulfilled here on earth... But sometimes, I feel like dying ...

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA || WAKING UP WITH THEM

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : hidden suggestive hints + grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 05 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! Can I ask you for a Headcanon on: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna, in the morning when waking up with their s / o please?

↳ barista’s notes : so right now, i have no anime to watch...but fruits basket is coming out tomorrow i believe so i do have something to be excited for soon also, i updated the spotify playlist so go ahead and enjoy some new songs i have added ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

I don’t think Itadori is a morning person at all despite his bright personality, so waking up with him is more like sleeping in a bit more and a few ‘5 more minutes’ will be said.

However, if Itadori does wake up before you, he would stare at you for a while because he wants you to be his first view he sees to start his day off - that’s how he obtains his bright self.

He does tend to place his whole hand on your cheek before stroking it with his thumb if you are facing him - he does make sure Sukuna isn’t about to bite you.

If he feels like you are too far away from him, he will pull you closer to you before resting your face into his chest because we all know that itadori doesn’t care one single bit if he is the small or big spoon - he just wants your warmth.

To be honest, Itadori sucks at waking you up because he feels guilty doing so and he also wants to sleep in overall.

However, if you wake up before he does, you would wake him up by giving him a few pecks on his cheeks - it’s like an energizer for him.

You can tell he loves it because he smiles before opening his eyes while reaching up to get more of his morning kisses.

You both do talk in bed for quite some time before getting out of bed because it just feels calm and comforting to you both before you start the day.

You and Itadori talk about what you both are planning as well as what you both are excited for like an up-and-coming date you both had planned or what game you want to play today - the morning conversations are a great start to both of yours day.

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 30-50 minutes in total.

It’s a process but a cute one.

Fushiguro is someone that is organised and we all know that, so you know he has a few alarms set because he knows that you sleep through some of them quite peacefully.

He seems like the type to be up by the first one if it is an important day or he will turn them off immediately if it is an off-day because he desires to have a sleep-in with you and doesn’t want you to wake up just yet - there is no in-between.

So when it is an important day, he slowly sits straight up to turn off his alarm before turning to look at you, only to discover you sleeping peacefully as usual.

He will ruffle your hair gently to wake you up because you need to and will tell you to wake up with a small smile on his face because you look really adorable.

If you whine and say to give you a couple of minutes, he will just sit there and admire you because what better way to waste time waiting for you - if you allow him, he will play with the ends of your hair to keep him occupied for the time being.

After a few minutes, he will wake you up properly (probably lightly taking the blanket away from you) and you have to comply because you know he is doing it for a reasonable reason (not) and he knows that you are going to demand a hug since you are quite clingy when you are tired.

If it’s an off-day, just know Fushiguro’s face is buried deep into your chest with his arms sluggishly thrown across your waist leading you to wake him up by playing with his hair as well as planting a few forehead kisses that he loves so much.

If you are able to sit him up, he will place his forehead on your shoulder for a short while to gain some extra sleep - so wake him up with a few temple kisses as well

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 10-15 minutes (on a work/school day) or 30 minutes (on an off-day)

Like I said there is no in-between.

Gojo is someone that rarely sleeps to be honest, due to his role as the strongest sorcerer within this generation. However, when he wakes up with you by his side, it’s a whole process.

If you wake up first, Gojo will whine and moan at the fact that he doesn’t want to get up and if you try to leave the bed without him by your side, he will drag you back by force and anchor you down with his arm and leg.

You will complain that you both will be late and to be honest, he doesn��t care one single bit because he is known for being late - he will switch up the story to the others by saying that it was you that didn’t want to wake up (but they know he is lying and will inform you on what he said)

No matter how the day has started, either him waking up first or you, he will bombard you with so many kisses on your face and neck before you stop him when he comes to your lips - because morning breath ain’t it.

Once again, he will whine that he didn’t get to kiss you ‘good morning’ and he won’t leave the bed until you give him one - you will also be anchored to the bed until you give him one.

However, there are times when he has to wake up really early and leave you, so he makes sure to leave a little note before heading off - he probably tried to make breakfast but we all know he ordered something for you since he doesn’t seem like the type to cook.

When you both managed to sit up, Gojo will put all his weight on your back and just hide his face in the crook of your neck before placing a few kisses here and there because he’s clingy like that.

Morning cuddles are a must for him. One way or another, he will move you to his lap only to wrap his arms around your waist while waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck - he will carry you around the house like that because he refuses to be apart from you.

If you have one of those days where you just won’t wake up and refuse to get up, Gojo will just admire you for a while and will play with your hair.

If you are married to him, he will fiddle with the ring on your left ring finger because it just reminded him that you are here with him - not like he is a canon player or anything…

“Morning exercises”

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 1-3 hours.

It’s a whole process, so wake up at like 6:30 am to be only 5 minutes late.

There are parts of me that say Sukuna doesn’t sleep at all for some reason like he will lay in bed with you but he will just watch over you during the whole night.

We all know Sukuna is a dominant person, so when you wake up just know you are in the position of the small spoon - always.

Let me admit, I have no idea if Sukuna is a morning person because he just doesn’t sleep...he just zones out for a while.

WE ALL KNOW, THAT HE SLEEPS SHIRTLESS - so admire...

If he feels mean, he will pinch your nose to wake you up because he wants your attention but he won’t admit it at all - don’t know why I thought of it.

Sukuna will also bite your neck to wake you up if pinching your nose wasn’t enough or you were taking too long to wake up.

When you wake up, expect to see Sukuna looking down at you with a smug face because it’s just him but please prepare yourself because you will probably be doing a few morning exercises to start the day off.

However, if you wake up before the King of Curses could wake you up, you would probably just stare at him with a smile on your face before caressing his cheek - which does surprise him and he will tell you that he doesn’t want your touch but doesn’t make the effort to move away.

If Sukuna does manage to fall asleep (which is quite shocking) he really likes it when you play with his hair - but as I mentioned before, he won’t admit it.

If you try to leave the bed without him, he will grip your arm or waist before ‘asking’ you “where do you think you are going?”

Somehow his hands are under your shirt - there is no question about it, there are going to be under your shirt somehow.

Estimated time of getting out of bed - probably when he feels like you are allowed to leave the bed...so never? Maybe a good 6 hours since he has nothing to do...not sure.

Like do I know what he does in his domain….no.

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chelleztjs18 · 4 years ago

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 6

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

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You are forced to wake up in a sudden by your alarm blaring. You squint your eyes, try to find your glasses or your phone to turn off that annoyance of the sounds of your alarm. You finally turned it off and put on your glasses then checked out the time. You forgot that you have to wake up earlier than you planned before Lizzie’s text yesterday. Once you see the time is 5 AM, you regretted that you stayed up late last night.

You groaned as you got out of the bed. Last night you decided to wake up at 5 AM just so you can give yourself enough time to get ready, let alone you have to try to beat the traffic to go to the office even though it’s Friday you just don’t want to take that risk, not today. Last but not least, you have to get the coffee that Lizzie specifically requested.

You try to get ready faster than usual. You picked semi casual attire for today with a low ponytail and flat shoes. You grabbed your purse, your laptop and every other thing you need for work today. You walk out then go to your mom’s room to check if your mom is awake.

“Ma, are you awake yet? I’m gonna go to work okay? I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.” You half whispered hoping your mom can hear you but not loud enough to wake her up just in case she is still sleeping.

“Okay, good luck on your first day my dear.” Your mom replies in a sleepy tone.

You left for work but had to drop by at Starbucks near the office to get Lizzie’s large black coffee with half and half and two pumps of hazelnut syrup so it will still be hot when she gets it. That’s how she likes it and it’s one of a few list of coffee beverages she likes besides her precious seasonal pumpkin spice latte.

You finally arrived at the office at 6 AM sharp. The main building is already open due to some offices having early operation hours. You confidently go up to the office thinking it is already open as well or at least opened for Lizzie who is meeting you there but to your surprise the door is still locked and all the lights are still off. Puzzled with what’s going on, you pull out your phone and try to contact Lizzie to figure out where she is.

You try to call her but no answer. You wait for a few minutes in front of the office, then you try to call her again, which leads to the same result, no answer. Hoping that you will get an answer if you try to reach her in a different way, you decided to text her.

"Good morning Ms. Olsen, I'm here at the office. Are you on your way here by any chance? Thanks." You texted anxiously yet irritated. Fifteen minutes went by and still no words whatsoever from her. You decided to go back to your car and wait there.

You hate waiting yet that’s the only thing you can do now. Luckily, you parked at one of the Vernon’s office reserved spots so it will be easy for you to spot Lizzie when she comes. You sighed with annoyance every time you checked your phone and found nothing from Lizzie. You watch the parking spots around you like a hawk to spot Lizzie but shortly you are betrayed by your body, your eyes slowly close and you fall asleep. All of a sudden you hear your phone ring, it’s Lizzie. You jolted to check the time to find it’s 8:05. “Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!’ You cursed in your mind and answered the call.

”Hello. Ms. Olsen. I’m coming right up.” You explain right away while you gather your stuff to get going. “Where are you?! You are late. I have been waiting here for 5 minutes.” Lizzie asked, pretending she was upset about waiting. Making you come two hours early and letting you wait was her plan. Little did you know, Lizzie actually saw you sleeping in the car when she parked. Of course she won’t let this situation go to waste so she decided to just go up to the office to make it look like you are late.

You finally showed up with one hand holding your purse and your laptop, the other handing Lizzie her coffee. “Good morning. I’m so sorry. Here’s your coffee. I got here at-..” before you could finish your explanation she cuts you off. “Um, my coffee is not hot, Y/n. Why is it cold? I like hot coffee in the morning. You need to get me a new one on the way there. We gotta go now or we are gonna be late. Thanks to you.” She gave the coffee back to you and walked away.

Your jaw dropped. You are so flabbergasted and irritated at the same time with what just happened as you saw her walk away with no remorse whatsoever.

“Aren’t you coming?” What Lizzie said snap you back to reality and you proceed to follow her to leave.

Lizzie decided to sit at the front passenger side with you driving. You drive in silence, still upset that you have to go to Starbucks to get her another hot coffee. You ordered hers and your usual coffee. You got both of your orders, you put yours in the cup holder and you hand her hers. “Ice coffee huh in the morning? Grande Espresso frappuccino, light ice double blended with extra shot in a venti cup. Just because you like cold coffee in the morning, it doesn’t mean other people like it too, you know?” She commented sarcastically. “Ms. Olsen, I got there at 6 just like you wanted me to, I tried to call and text you but no answer. That’s why your coffee got cold. It has been sitting for two hours.” You broke your silence but are still trying to keep it cool.

“Oh yeah, I slept in, didn’t hear my alarm.” Lizzie answered nonchalantly.

“Are you kidd--” You said in your mind then you took a deep breath. Hearing how she answered you, it made you connect the dots and you know what she’s up to. You know it’s normal if she really slept in but this happened on the first day you work for her, coincidence much.

“I see.” You said it sarcastically and nodded slightly. “What? What do you see?” You got her attention. “Oh nothing. You did it on purpose didn’t you? You are trying to give me a hard time working.” You calmly confront her. “I told you I slept in. It’s up to you how you gonna take my answer.” Another nonchalant answer came out from her. You chuckle sarcastically then pull over and turn your head to look at her. She looks back at you confused.

“Look, Ms. Olsen. I don’t sugar coat things so please hear me out, I know you don’t like me because I got hired as the assistant you thought you don’t need and I don’t fancy you either. What you did this morning is completely childish and to me, you really give yourself a bad name such as a brat. I’m just here doing my job. As professional as you are and as stubborn as you are, no matter what game you are playing now, I won’t quit because I’m not a quitter. So why don’t you just let me do my job until the contract ends?” You raise one of your eyebrows and give her an intimidating smile then you start to drive again to the location.

Despite the fact that Lizzie actually got caught off guard with what you just did and with everything you said, she refused to give in. In fact it just provoked her more and started to ramble angrily “I told you I slept in! Just so you know, I have my own reason why I don't need a new assistant! You know nothing about me! So don't you dare call me a brat! Don't get too cocky. I’m not a quitter either. I’ll win.” She replied and just like that, they soon got into an argument and everything turned into one competition between you two girls who have the same level of unyielding obduracy. Nonetheless, both of you are consumed by your own ego and anger.

You scoffed. "Oh come on! We both know you did it on purpose! I'm not stupid! 2 plus 2 is 4! Why don't you want a new assistant anyway? It's not that bad!" You raised your tone a little.

"Why the hell do I have to tell you my reason?! It's a personal thing! You work for me, don't you remember that?! Being childish is way better than being cocky like you. Just because you are the best assistant that Mitchel has, doesn't mean you're better than anybody else! So if you are as professional as you said you are, why don't you just zip it and drive?!"

The driving is now filled with tension and awkward silence. You decide to turn on the music just to calm you down. Clair De Lune by Motez Remix plays. The tune is actually catchy enough to Lizzie’s ears, she never heard this song before so she secretly checked the title on y/n’s car screen. “I don’t like this, I want to listen to something else.” She lied just to push y/n’s button yet again. “My car, my choice of music.” Lizzie rolled her eyes to what you said.

Luckily the traffic wasn’t that bad, you both arrived at the location on time. Lizzie gets out of the car and slams the door as she is still upset with you.

The photoshoot session starts. Both of you only talk when it’s needed. Not a single eye contact happens between the two of you. After a few hours, it’s time for lunch. Lunch is already catered, you prepared a plate for her, place it on the table. You sit with the photographer and crews on another table near hers.

She sits and about to eat but was stopped by something she noticed on her plate. Something that she hates, onions.

“Umm, Y/n, I can’t eat this.” She pushed the plate away. “ And why is that?” curious why she said that, you go to take a look at her plate and notice what’s the problem. “Sorry, I didn’t notice there’s onions there.” You added.

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t mind eating it if there’s no onion in it. Since you are my assistant, I will let you do your job just like what you asked me to do earlier.” She said it sarcastically but in a low tone and gave you a smirk, knowing she just served you back your own words from the argument earlier.

You realized what she wants you to do, it won’t look good if the photographer and the crew see you argue with you since they didn’t hear what ridiculous “assistance” Lizzie just asked you to do for her so you just do what she asked you to half heartedly.

The rest of the session continues then you both go back to the office when it’s all done. The whole ride was awkward and silent from both of you with soft music playing in the background. Tension is in the air but that doesn’t stop both of you secretly exchanging glances to each other without you both knowing.

You both arrived at the office’s parking structure just to separate to go home and move on with your day.

Ch. 7

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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.10 Sakamaki Reiji [Track 5+6]

Original title: パイプオルガン & ヴァンパイアの本能

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 10: Sakamaki Reiji [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Translating this at 7 AM in the morning was INTENSE. xD The pipe organ blasting in the background is definitely...something else. It does fit the overall mood of this CD very well though. I also like how they are using Reiji’s hatred for his brother as a way to trigger him. The Mukami’s are definitely very sly in these CDs~ They know the S brothers’ weaknesses and will use those against them.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 5: PIPE ORGAN

*Rustle*

“Why do you seem so surprised? Is it that strange for me to lift you up into the air? ーー Or rather, why do you appear to be the slightest bit happy? It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

You ask him why he is doing that.

[00:22] “I simply have no other choice. Or would you rather I abandon you here, so you can indulge in the fangs of a bunch of men swarming around you? Well, I have to admit that is a thought I could imagine has crossed your mind. At this rate, you might actually die.”

The pipe organ suddenly starts playing.

“...!? What was that sound just now? The pipe organ…?”

*Duuuuuun*

[00:56] “...!! If this is part of their prank, I have to say they have quite childish tastes. I do think they are simply wasting their time, trying to lower my guard through the use of loud noises.”

*DUUUUUUN*

“...I shall teach them that it has the complete opposite effect.”

Reiji steps forward.

“It is quite easy for me to leave this place after all. They should use their heads a little more.”

*DUUUUUUN*

[01:28] “You remain here seated for a bit, understood?”

He puts you down again.

*Rustle rustle*

*DUUUUUUN*

“...Ugh!”

Reiji attempts to open the door.

*CLATTER CLATTER*

“Haah...Just as I thought. They won’t let us leave so easily, huh?”

*DUUUUUUN*

[01:46] “Kuh…! How vexing of a sound this is...One should not attempt to play an instrument if they cannot do so properly.”

*DUUUUUUN*

“If you insist on plaguing my ears with that unsettling music any furtheー”

They begin to play a song on the pipe organ.

[02:01] “...!? T-This is…It can’t be...This music...Hah. I see how it is now.”

*CLATTER CLATTER*

“I wonder what their intention is...by agitating me to this degree!? Hah...Cut it out! STOP!!”

TRACK 6: A VAMPIRE’S INSTINCTS

“Haah, haah...Is this their objective? ...Haah?”

You ask Reiji if everything is alright.

[00:20] “You want to know if I’m okay? If you can look at me right now and think I’m ‘alright’, then ーー Kuh! Something is...seriously wrong with you.”

*Rustle*

“Haah...You should hurry and keep your distance. ...Quickly!!”

You refuse, still worried about Reiji.

[00:41] “Haah, haah...Why…do I seem to be in so much pain, you ask…? Do you not know even that…? Someone sucked your blood, remember? We found marks on your body, did we not? As a result, the scent of your blood is even more fragrant than usual.”

*Rustle*

[01:11] “I get it now...The person who locked us up in here...Is trying to get me to assault you. Therefore, in hopes that I would suck your blood and forcefully leave behind my mark, they opted to imprison us inside the Church - a place I happen to hate very much.”

*Rustle*

[01:41] “Ugh...And thenーー There’s this music as well. This song prevents me from acting like my usual self. ...Yes, exactly. It’s a personal favorite of that good-for-nothing...so I have heard it over and over again ever since we were children. Every time I hear this tune, I can feel myself growing irritated. Angry, one might even say. Tskーー Why did that man develop an interest in human entertainment...and why was it allowed!? I cannot comprehend…!”

*THUD*

[02:31] “Haah, haah...You want me to calm down? What do you even know…!?”

You try to explain.

“...Hah? Listening to music is similar to consuming food (1), you say…? ...Hah. I see. How pretentious. It seems like you very much wish to ridicule me.”

*Smack*

[03:06] “...It hurts, you say? I would assume so. I whipped your hand so you would feel pain after all. I wish you would not look at me as if you know me!”

*Smack smack*

You flinch.

“I never wanted you to try and sympathize with me. I simply find it very unsettling how you would pity me like that. I am already irritated as is, but it seems like you want to fuel my anger even further.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:43] “You poor little thing...Fufu. The palm of your hand has started bleeding ever so slightly. By enticing me, just what did you hope I would do to you?”

He laps up the blood.

[04:06] “Haah...I’m sure my other brothers would indulge in your blood to their heart’s content at this very moment. However, Iーー will not do that. Although I am sure you very much wish I would.”

*Rustle*

“You lose your mind if I do not suck your blood after all. That is the type of person you are. Haah...However, look at what just a small sip of your blood has done to me…?”

*Rustle*

[04:54] “Haah...Kuh...Ugh...I figured a small amount would still be okay, but still...Kuh...Che...I really wish this vexing song would stop playing already! It is highly unsettling and upsetting. On top of that, this time...Haah...This thirst is added to it as well...Haah...While you could say I brought it upon myself, having to deal with the thirst under these circumstances is quite the challenge.”

Reiji pins you down.

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

[05:46] “Haah...Your body is aching, is it not…?”

*Rustle*

“Your skin has become flushed, no? I feel somewhat suffocated as well…”

He loosens his tie.

*Rustle rustle*

“My apologies. I took the liberty of loosening my necktie. I’m struggling to breathe...Almost as if I find myself in a tropical forest.”

*Rustle*

[06:26] “Ah...That kind of feeling as if someone is slowly driving you into a corner...Haahー...The reason why I have you pinned down underneath me here, is all because of your blood. My body ー or in other words ー my instincts have been yelling at me this whole time, telling me so suck your blood. Exactly. It is very noisy, truly. Very much so...I feel as if I might lose my mind. When will it end? ーー This requiem!”

*Rustle*

[07:27] “Ah...I can’t…! It is as if a swarm of bugs are crawling around inside my head!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...Aah…”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) I think the MC is speaking from the point of view of a Vampire here. Vampires need neither music or (human) food in their lives, yet they may choose to indulge in it as a way of entertainment or to seek pleasure.

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stylesann · 4 years ago

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Rebuilding

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Steve decides to go back to the 40’s and you hurt.

Warnings: idk? Angst but happy ending

A/N: I have no idea what this is but aaa I feel like it’s bad lol, I just always get in a very angsty and dramatic mood every time that I read a story about Steve leaving so I wanted to do my own twist? Idk, and it’s been yeaaaars since I don’t write anything and also I’m not a native English speaker so I apologise any mistakes. Comments are always welcome 💕 -> written in around 15/04/2021; ->posted 28/05/2021

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You stare at the ocean and release all the air you were holding on your lungs. You still felt your body heavy but at least your tears had stoped. You’re fighting hard to keep your thoughts out of your head, to keep your mind calm like the scenario in front of you, an empty beach with the ocean waves rhythmically hitting the shore. The sky had a lot of clouds and it would probably rain soon, but you didn’t mind, it matched you mood.

You could say you were surprised but all you felt was disappointment, sadness and if you were being honest, you felt anger and jealousy. What Peggy had that you didn’t? I mean, you didn’t know the answer and you were sure if you had asked Steve he wouldn’t be able to give you one cause he had spent such a short amount of time with her that he couldn’t be able to actually know all of her. All her flaws, all the quirks. In the past you had thought he didn’t even loved her anymore and was just in love with an image, an illusion he had from his past. But for him to had left you for her you weren’t even sure of that anymore.

You also felt used, replaceable, like you were just kept there cause he couldn’t do better, cause he couldn’t be with her. And now that he could he just tossed you away. You knew Steve wasn’t that kind of guy, but thats how you felt. And no one could tell you how you should feel or deal with it.

So that’s what lead you here. It had all happened hours ago. You saw his old self in that bench and you just felt numb. Bucky tried to hold you, he said that Steve wanted to talk to you but you just left. You had that right didn’t you? You didn’t care about what he had to say, it was all bullshit. You didn’t care about his guilt, or how sorry he was. You didn’t even care to go back to the apartment you shared with him, because you knew if you had gone there you would be stared by a hundred pictures you had with him.

You just wanted to get away. So here you came. You look down to the wedding band on you finger and the engagement ring. You wore both together but it didn’t make sense to have them anymore. You didn’t want any memories from Steve on you so you take them out and feel their light weight on you palm. You knew this was it, it was your way of closure, of ending that part of you life. You take a deep breath and throw them at the sea. There’s no way of seeing them drown but just the thought that you didn’t have them anymore made you lighter.

You turn around, ready to go back to the car that brought you here but you see a familiar figure blocking the way. Bucky.

“How are you feeling, doll?” he says approaching you. You didn’t know how long he was standing there or what he had seen. You wonder if he could see how empty and drained you really were.

“In the moment I’m not feeling anything. I think I’m still mostly numb. But that’s probably for the best, right?” You try to give him a light answer knowing that he lost his best friend too. How could Steve have left him after fighting so long to have him back was beyond you. “Did you know? Did you know what he was gonna do?”

“I did” that was all it took for the tears to start falling from your eyes. Why had Steve told him and not you? You were his wife for gods sake didn’t you deserve at least this? Bucky reaches for you but you push him away.

“Why didn’t h-he tell me? Why did he d-do this?” you hiccup between the words, the tears falling harder than before.

“I think he just didn’t have the guts to. You know he loves you, Y/N-“

“Screw him! If he did, he wouldn’t have done this!” All the feelings you were trying to push down seem to come to surface and tighten their grip on your chest. “I can’t understand why you aren’t angry? Why aren’t you feeling betrayed?”

“He didn’t leave me alone Y/N, he asked us to take care of each other” he has a pleading look on his face while he says that, and you see that the difference between you and him is that he had some time to come to terms with his friends decision, he’s sad but keeping it to himself. He’s trying to be strong for everyone one else who didn’t know, for you mostly.

“I don’t care about what he asked. I’m not staying and I’m not doing what he would want me too. I’m always gonna be there for you Buck, not because he’s wants that but because I care about you. Whatever you need you can call, even if it’s just for a chat, but I’m not staying, i can’t. I am getting into that car and I’m gonna drive away as much as i can, and I’m only stopping when I feel like I’ve put miles between me and this” you say more calm than you were minutes before. You had a plan, it may not be the best one but that’s what you had for now. You didn’t want to be in the same place you lived with Steve, you didn’t want to see the same scenarios you saw with him, you wanted nothing from him. Maybe it was bitter of you, or maybe you didn’t have the best coping mechanism but you needed the distance.

Bucky’s expression seemed to sadden a bit but he understood, he knew this wasn’t easy for you. “I don’t want to change your mind about leaving, so I say the same, if you need anything you call Y/N, got it?” He says as he hugs you firmly.

“Got it” you say in whisper against his shoulder, his arms still around you delaying the last moments he’s gonna have with another friend. You hate to be doing this, he didn’t deserve it you knew it, but you also knew that he wouldn’t be willing to accompany you on your trip, and it was something that you needed to do alone. You were alone.

“You know he wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t know you you be able to rebuild your life, right? You’re a strong person” He uses the same tone of voice you had, he probably just didn’t want to trigger you into making your feelings rise again.

“Everyone has the ability to rebuild themselves, Buck. The fact that I’m strong shouldn’t make what he did alright. And I don’t feel much strong now... I just feel like I’m a shell. And even if I do find someone else, how am I going to let them in? How am I supposed to trust anyone with my heart, when the guy I gave all my heart before completely destroyed me?” A single tear fall from your eye, but you hold the rest back. “I’m going to be fine but I don’t even know what that mean anymore.” He just nods to this, and I know there’s nothing left to be said so I head to the car and take a deep breath holding the wheel. This is it.

I look at Bucky while I drive away, he’s still standing where I left him and I hope with everything on me that he will be fine too. Whatever that means.

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The sun is harsh on your eyes slipping through the curtains open frames. You turn your head to the other side and you feel a heavy weight on your waist stopping you from moving further than that. You slowly open your eyes to see Franks figure with his arm on you and his head drowned on the pillow.

You turn again to look at the clock to see it marking 8:47 am. Mary would be up soon, so you slip from Frank taking extra care not to wake him up and head to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.

“Y/N! Y/N! Can we have pancakes today?!” Mary breaks into the small kitchen excitedly jumping around. Today you and Frank would be taking her to her new math club and she couldn’t be more anxious about it.

“What is going on here” Franks rough morning voice appears on the room. He’s rubbing his eyes and seems to be sleeping still.

“We are making Mary her favourite pancakes for breakfast” you answer them as you get the ingredients on the counter. Mary hugs you and sits straight on the table waiting for you to prepare them.

It had been 6 years since the day you left New York and ended up traveling for a long time through the country only to end up here. Florida. It was hot all the time, you always felt warm but it was distant enough from your past and you felt better about it. You decided that you wanted to rent a small place near the beach and so you found a woman named Roberta, that rented a few houses that fulfilled your wish. You didn’t think twice before accepting her deal.

You weren’t carrying anything on you except for the few clothes that you had bought on your journey so the move was quite simple. And you weren’t expecting to fit in so well here but the fact that as soon as you were settled a little girl, who was maybe 7 at the time, had come to you with a lot of questions that honestly you couldn’t answer warmed you up to the place real fast.

The fact that Mary had managed to always meet up with you but you still had to meet Frank was beyond you. She talked a lot about him “Frank did this today”, “oh did you know Frank let me adopt another cat”, “the first cat Frank got us was Fred, he has only one eye”, and so on. You knew more about him that you probably would by talking to him in person, according to Mary herself. She said he was very closed but had a great heart, she even told you the story about him fighting in justice for her guard. It only made you think he was a great guy who would do anything to protect his niece, and you were sincerely excited to meet him, give the person a face.

However, as it appears that his schedule was always all over the place and you always waking around town and spending many hours on the beach didn’t help with your meeting. You didn’t understand at first too how Mary always found you around, but she explained that whenever she wasn’t studying and Frank was going out with his girlfriend Boni, she stayed with her friend Roberta, who quickly became a good acquaintance of yours.

Either way, Mary had been talking to you for weeks when you finally met Frank. You couldn’t believe your eyes and genuinely thought you were delusional. He looked just like Steve, but the moment he started speaking you could see the differences between the two and the helped you find your foot again.

In the beginning you were hesitant about spending time with Mary and Frank, who surprised Mary with the news that he had gotten a more stable job. According to him, he still fixed boats but for a company that payed well. You were happy for him but the memories his face brought still made you want distance.

During the four years you traveled around you had let him go, all of him. You had been trough all the grief stages and learnt how to do well with your own company, you didn’t need anyone else. But looking at his face had the effect of hitting you with a sad resigned feeling and you didn’t like it. But Mary always spoke so highly of her uncle that you knew keeping your distance from both because of memories wasn’t fair.

Frank, of course notice that you never iniciantes any conversation with him and he wondered if Mary had introduced the same woman she said was talkative and affectionated. He asked you about it and it wasn’t until you answered with sincerity that he understood. Since then he was more careful in your presence which you appreciated.

With time though, you warmed up to him, he was a good guy you never doubted that. You became close friends and when him and Boni broke up you helped him. It was a mutual break up but it’s never easy.

You friendship was going great until you notice him treating you differently than he would before and you realised he was slowly catching feelings for you. Obviously being romantically involved with him was the last thing you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to change the way things were going between you two and that’s what led you to this moment.

In a car, dropping Mary off to her math club, with Frank by your side and the promise that it would be okay. It had to. You took so long to let him in that now you didn’t want to let go, and you doubt Frank wanted anything but stay. Bucky said the same when he came to visit you and Frank. You look at him and you see him smile at you.

“You think he’s gonna be a mini genius?” He asks looking at the small bump on your belly.

“If he gets MY genes, obviously” I sass laughing.

“Ha, you know the genius genes it’s on my side of the family Mrs. Adler” he chuckles.

“On your dreams” you smile. It you be okay.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #frank adler #frank adler x reader

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years ago

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The Poo Life, Chapter 3: A Journey

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Pooja gets to Boston, only to be faced with an uncanny situation. With the support from family, she navigates through her first week at a new city, a best friend breakup while also going on a little tour around the city that would become her lifetime.

A/N: This is huge (according to me, at least) and emotional. And I went overboard with these edits. Also, incase you notice any typos or errors in usernames, please ignore as my editor need me to make stuff again from scratch incase of a mistake.

Warnings: Couple swear words

Category: A mix of fluff and angst

Find the previous part here

September 25th, 10:55 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 1:50 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 25th, 2:15pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 2:37 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 2:39 pm, Idhayan and Pooja’s phone call

Idhayan: The phone’s on speaker, so now tell us, calmly, what’s wrong?

Pooja: The room, the room I rented, here, in Boston, it is... (long silence)

Alekhya: It is what?

Pooja: It is a room under a very busy staircase

Idhayan: (Barely containing a laugh) Really?

Pooja: This is why you wanted to talk to me? To laugh at my situation?

Idhayan: Okay, sorry.

Alekhya: What are you going to do?

Pooja: I don’t know, I am-I am freaking out. What am I gonna do? (almost crying)

Alekhya: Pooja, please. This isn’t the time to get emotional. You need to calm down and think practically.

Idhayan: And the most practical thing to do right now is talk to the person who rented the room to you. You can do that, can’t you?

Pooja: I can, I can.

Alekhya: Good, now get to work and let us know whatever she says. We are cutting the call, alright?

Pooja: Alright.

September 25th, 2:52 pm, FB Messenger chat with Vivian.M

September 25th, 2:54 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 4:50 pm, Reminder set in Pooja’s phone

September 25th, 8:29 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 11:18 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 3:12 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:07 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 6:12 pm, Hiteshi’s text to Pooja

September 28th, 8:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 27th, 10:25 pm, Pooja’s Diary

September 28th, 09:57 am, Boston Bucket List

September 28th, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 6:49 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 7:23 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 8:56 pm, Alekhya’s Text to Pooja

September 28th, 9:34 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 9:45 pm, Pooja’s playlist named ‘Chill Lofi’

September 28th, 10:12 pm, Boston Bucket List

September 29th, 12:33 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 29th, 05:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 29th, 07:22 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 11:06 am, Pooja’s Diary

September 30th, 03:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:15 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:56 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 08:09 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 30th, 08:39 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 8:05 am, Pooja’s Camera Roll

October 1st, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:17 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:25 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 1st, 6:37 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 8:29 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 9:32 pm, Pooja’s Notifications

October 2nd, 8:27 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 2nd, 9:06 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 2nd, 9:49 pm, Profile Picture and Contact Name change

Before:

After:

October 2nd, 10:15 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 2nd, 10:25 pm, FaceTime with Alekhya

Alekhya: Talk, cry, vent, do whatever. I am here for you

Pooja: I just want to cry...

Alekhya: Then cry

(Pooja cries, sometimes vigourously, sometimes in silent sobs, a long time passes)

Pooja: T-hank you-u, Kira

Alekhya: Screw formality, Aifa. I am your sister, I am not here because I need a thank you.

(after a short pause) I am here because I love you, and I will be here as long as you want.

Pooja: P-Please stay for sometime, I feel very lonely.

Alekhya: I will.

(long moments pass as silent sobs still escape Pooja time and again)

Pooja: (Calming down a bit) I think I will be okay

Alekhya: Are you sure? I can stay here if you-

Pooja: No, I will be okay.

Alekhya: I like that spirit. Take care, ‘kay?

Pooja: (nodding) Bye

(call ends)

October 2nd, 11:43 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 2:13 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 10:18 pm, Lockscreen changed

October 4th, 1:46 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 4th, 2:06 pm, Phone Call with Pooja’s Dad

Pooja’s Dad: How is everthing there? Alekhya and Idhayan told me about the troubles with the room. Are you settled now? Did you change rooms?

Pooja: I am thinking to. I am searching for a better one, I guess I will figure it out once work begins. How is Bhopal?

Pooja’s Dad: Same, but a bit empty now that you are not here. It feels odd not seeing you around.

Pooja: Same here. I always feel like I will hear Lekh or Idh fighting or your Ghazals playing, but then I get reminded by all the hustle that this isn’t Bhopal.

Pooja’s Dad: Are you nervous? For tomorrow?

Pooja: You know me, Papa. I always get nervous.

Pooja’s Dad: You shouldn’t be. You have reached where you are after a long struggle, and it wass purely through hardwork.

(after a short pause) Your mom would have been so proud of you.

Pooja: She would have?

Pooja’s Dad: Without a doubt.

Pooja: And what about you?

Pooja’s Dad: I am, I have always been.

Pooja: I am glad, because I finally feel like I have achieved something.

Pooja’s Dad: You’ve fulfilled a dream you have been seeing since you were a kid. You have achieved many things.

Pooja: Thank you, Papa

October 4th, 2:49 pm, Pictagram Text by Ayaan to Pooja

October 4th, 3:23 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 4th, 8:15 pm, Letter written by Pooja

The letter:

Mumma,

I don't know if you can see me right now, sitting in here, writing this. I don't even know where you are, if you are well. It is sort of ironic, isn't it? Science rationalizes and yet here I am, thinking about afterlife, an irrationality in the world of rational Homo sapiens.

Remember when I told you I will soar in the skies and go to a distant land where I know no one, and make a home there? Look at me making terrible attempts of keeping my word. I have been holding my pieces together with a weak glue since you left, and I hope that glue doesn't give up on me, in this foreign land of unknown faces.

You always told me that I have a nature that believes in avoiding conflict. In case of quarrels it is always me apologizing even if it wasn't my fault. You said that I keep getting hurt and yet keep smiling. Well, now I realize how true you were. Breaking a friendship of seven years, feels like trying to take a piece of your heart and discard it away. And I don't think I will be able to do that. Everytime I will talk to Hiteshi, will remind me of our friendship.... and her words. The sweetness and the pain. I guess I will have to get used to it, living in the middle of these two worlds.

Tomorrow, I start at Edenbrook. I know you always said my career was mine, and my work wasn't to make anyone else proud but myself. But it has always been a wish that I would do something that would make you and dad proud. And I wish that I have been able to do that.

I need your blessings, for the next step. For tomorrow and for the three years that are to come, and for all the time later. And I love to believe that they are here now, with me, and you are smiling as you watch upon me from your place in the stars.

I tell this to you everyday, but I miss you. I have missed you for everyday since that day and I will miss you for all the days to come. I wish so bad that you were here to see me go to Edenbrook on my first day, just like you did on the first day of my school.

I love you, forever and always. I love you so much, Mumma.

Your little Aifa

October 4th, 9:04 pm, Pooja’s Diary

October 4th, 9:35 pm, Username Change on Pictagram

Before:

After:

October 4th, 11:12 pm, Alarms set by Pooja

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you so much for all your time and I hope you have a great day 💕

*Tagging Separately and adding resources in a reblog (because I feel this post will ecplode if I add anymore data, lol)

#open heart #open heart mc #pixelberry #choices #choices oh #choices open heart #oph mc #choices oph #oph choices #the poo life #The Sharma siblings #pooja sharma #my edits📸#oh #pictagram #playchoices #open heart book 1 #alekhya sharma #idhayan sharma

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farfromsugafanfic · 4 years ago

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Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind.

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found.

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out.

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him.

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes.

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

---

Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

---

"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light.

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest.

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly.

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened.

---

Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

---

You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them."

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension.

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy."

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute.

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button.

"That's too much!" you said.

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place."

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right.

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it.

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it."

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone.

"I'll try and see if I can see who won."

---

"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then."

The members groaned.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked.

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink."

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first."

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest.

---

"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand.

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her.

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply.

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile.

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members.

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk.

"How's Yoongi in bed?"

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed.

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked.

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy.

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished.

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer."

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you.

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..."

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest.

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom.

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching.

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks.

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You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed.

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out.

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself.

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye.

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insaneasgardian · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,763 times in 2021

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2233 posts reblogged (81%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.2 posts.

I added 825 tags in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Just thinking about how Bucky never told his therapist about his nightmares but instantly told Sam when he asked about them in this episode. Love it.

435 notes • Posted 2021-04-16 18:14:50 GMT

Stalker Issues

Y/N: Will you help me file a restraining order against a stalker?

Natasha: Of course! Who's been stalking you?

Y/N: I don't know... I just know they're there.

Natasha: That's fine, how long has this been going on?

Y/N: 4 months now I believe.

Loki: No, love it's been 5 months, 1 week, 2 days, and 6 hours.

491 notes • Posted 2021-03-06 11:26:43 GMT

Avengers as random stuff my teachers have said before

Tony: I used to be the best at everything when I was still at school. Except for sleep of course!

Steve: Back in my day, we didn't have all these fancy schmancy little gizmos. No sir, no iphones, no ipads, if we wanted to communicate, we'd send letters!

Thor: Does anyone have a hammer? I need to bonk Stefano on the head with it. Natasha: Now guys, spiders aren't so bad! They eat pests like rude, stupid little annoying children for instance. Clint: I wish they'd permit us to teach archery at this school, but "noooo, too dangerous, you'll put an arrow through someone's head". Bruce: Art is actually very nice. It calms the soul down in a way science can't. I think I'll just steal Mr Keay's job and be the new art teacher, eh? Loki: There's nothing wrong with stealing, as long as you don’t get caught. Admit it, you’ve all pinched a pencil or two when you thought nobody was looking.

Bucky: Oh how it must feel being you, with regular arms.

Sam: Humans may be at the top of the food chain, but in my opinion, falcons, eagles, vultures and such are the best predators, so skilled, and when they hunt their prey they swoop down... so majestic.

Peter: You can do amazing things with chemistry. Just have a look at this super sticky silly string I made yesterday as an example! You too, can one day be like me.

T’Challa: I’m worried that I’m turning into a cat, I was just talking to my sister at break time and she said that I sounded like I have one of those hairballs that felines cough up in my mouth.

Stephen: I was supposed to be a magician you know? The best one ever, but my parents said “Do something science related”. My life sucks now.

Pietro: At your age I could run the circumference of the whole city without taking even a breath of air, meanwhile you kids start panting after a single lap of the school.

Wanda: I’ve always wanted red contact lenses, you know the halloween ones people use to be a vampire? Yeah, I want to just go around wearing those and watch people back away in fear.

Vision: I am not good with human children so I will just go ahead and give you a pat on the head... *pats head* I can’t really feel your hair but I can tell it feels very soft.

538 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 08:54:27 GMT

LOKI IS BI EVERYBODY

2101 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 05:40:12 GMT

Loki isnt bisexual! why do you all hate straight people, we've done nothing to you

What part of 'a bit of both' sounds straight to you? Loki just admitted to having engaged in relationships with men, women and perhaps those in between.

We don't hate straight people. The only straight people we hate are the ones like you.

12060 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 06:08:40 GMT

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 1 year ago

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1.26.24 Friday

6:26 am

My left Snoopy Earring is gone from my left ear... Probably in Conduent bathroom 8th floor... Hoping someone will return it...It is 18k gold.

So,sad angels...

6:29 am

I feel bullshit my left Snoopy earring is gone...I miss having lots of earrings or jewels...

Anyways, I feel strange on my classmates and on the TL's but I want us to practice professionalism... It seems the spirit of Coach John is there and I don't like him...

6:51 am

Something is weird as well on Chloe I don't know if she is one of the Team Leader's...

Hoping Krizzy is nice our TL...

I need to keep a job and I need money... Here in the bus going home, still Peaches/ Peachy/ Peach :(

youtube

8:58 am

Don't hate me coz I'm beautiful and kind-hearted... FOR MY BASHERS IN CONDUENT! Most specially for Mikee and Chloe.

9:09 am

I need to save money... I'm out of money in a lil while... I NEED TO KEEP THIS JOB.

9:35 am

I want a privacy in life... I want to meet people with etiquette... It is ohkay to ask if it's a genuine care.

10:04 am

It is still weird for me that trending act of people in call center that they need to keep on eating every break time....Weird for me...

2:05 pm

Yey! I saw the other Snoopy pair earring angels, it suddenly fell down from my jacket. Yey! This is really 18k gold...

2:09 pm

I hope good angels will extend my life and the life of good people on me...

2:11 pm

Will explain something here about people in call center... They always eat and order food angels which is weird for me. Then,I feel conscious coz it is their main "trending act".

I told Yam ( Mhay-An Ranches ) the new sis but yesterday while teaching me on the situational scene on one of my clients, I told her I'm on a diet. I'm not plastics that I said even to Prixel that why you guys are making bad facial expression on me or you make face! But I said it in a nice way... I told Prixel,you know what supposed to be I'm already a manager in Cebu Pacific Air I also handled computer system stuff or we had a system tool as well but I was never a bad or bully old employee on the new hires... As well as some old good workmates there that were there earlier than me... My point we are just a month in Conduent angels... So, I knew we had the trainings in the classroom with Sho but some situational we didn't tackle coz we will only learn that by actual... I'm pointing out that in Cebu Pacific Air we didn't had a classroom lecture on Sita Gabriel that became a Skyport we learned everything on an actual. I never had a bad experienced on any of my x-workmates that became my friends or people who are there earlier than me... In Call Center people are weird, they are bashers and competitive in a bad way.

Then, I think I did calm the situation coz I said my heart contents on Yam ( from General Trias, Cavite as well ) and Prixel ( from Pasay).

What else? My TL is Krizzy, now I like her coz we are both a fanatic of "cuteness and cute stuff". She got a one daughter and one son and Krizzy is half-american but she told us married to an askal then separated now. MATURED PEOPLE LOVE CUTENESS AND CUTE STUFF...

UNCLE DD is as well plastics on me.... That's the negative of being an undergraduate. Even Uncle Jun... They have different character... In the family on the side of my biological mother the only college graduates are my brother next to me, Me and my Aunt Teresa who raised me here in their old house here. I'm not really happy being with them but I have no choice coz they are still my family or my blood related relatives. In a way, I feel envious on Mitch on having a good family,that's why she probably gave me this "simple battery"... I feel embarrass sometimes...

But on the good side of Uncle DD and Uncle Jun they are having a side lines to help us here on paying our bills in the house... But when it comes to point of view about life and about their character on me, we had have different ways of viewing life. Like I should still be pampered coz I had have windspin slash windblow that I should go back to being me even if I'm in call center. I'm not being arrogant but I know the way of living in the reality world, I know what is the right thing for each people. I graduated from De La Salle but Uncle Jun seems always putting me down.

I just hate them when they fully praise Chian or Chealsea who is presently working in baranggay but I want my half-sister to be active there in baranggay or to work there though she is an undergraduate but able to work in government office coz of power of George Eusebio. George Eusebio is her father in law which I hate most coz their power and fame are only on the side of biological mother.

Chian grew up with my biological mother meaning it is their positive points as uniting as a new blended family with George Eusebio. I hate them so much,until these days...

But I love the idea of Chian working in baranggay if in case we need something, there will be someone who is active in baranggay.

I don't like my family now but I hate people who got nice family but I know how to be professional on being a family member...

Like in my batch wave 2 in Conduent, I want them to give me a professional friendship and professional relationship like we need to link for the harmony and for unity for work and for having a decency of having a group or batchmates in Conduent.

I feel embarrass that I have an ugly family now but this is still my family and I need to be professional coz we still need to have a family. I feel jealous on people or men that like me! Who are having a good family then they will compare me? They will probably compare me on other women? I have complex... I have so many complex in me though I used to be spoiled. But now, we are having a financial tight budgeting. I feel bullshit! I hate commuting... I have complex!

We used to have a business and handled people... We used to have a "Karaoke Bar Club" somewhere in Makati... We earned millions before... I was pampered and spoiled.

I used to spend 10k in pesoses or more weekly... But now it will be a month... I feel self-pity... I used to have my derma schedule and I always visit my dentist.

Now, I need to go back to dentist and I can't afford to redo my teeth, my amalgam....It is a fixed amalgam... I spent thousand and thousands for it! Now, I don't have enough money to redo my teeth coz it's been decades2x...

I still need to visit dentist for the coffee stain and some stuff that needs to redo. I need to save money for it. I always brush my teeth coz of coffee stain.

6:08 pm

I really do feel ugly and fat... Chloe and Mikee made me feel beautiful....

I know I'm kind-hearted...

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8:09 pm

I still have windblow... I feel bitterish,panicking, worrying and thankful for this job until April... I need to save money again... I need to buy new leggings but still on thrift...

Bullshit! I wanna remove my "deep smile lines" and perfect my nose for lucky road...

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modern-vellichor · 4 years ago

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Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage Two: Anger

Warnings: Grief!! Mentions of death, suicide. Loss of a major character. Battles with depression, silent tears, heart and gut wrenching sadness, minor smut just to keep you on your toes.

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Anger; a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Eventually, after weeks of watching the front door with a longing look in your eyes, after weeks of keeping Steve's things untouched, after weeks of waiting up at night for him, you realised, maybe, he isn't coming back. You were mad.

You were angry at Steve, angry at him for lying to you, for leaving you. You were furious at him for leaving you cold and broken and empty and thinking you were strong enough to pick yourself back up again.

You were angry at Bucky for trying. He was always there for you, calming you, telling you everything was okay, and it wasn't, it really wasnt.

You and Steve never argued, never in public anyway. God, if you could see him now, you would scream and shout and make sure he knew how wrong he was, how much you hated him right now. How could he do this to you.

You had disobeyed direct orders on a mission. Steve told you to hold back, but you saw and opportunity, and you took it, it was the right decision. Sure, you got stabbed a few times, but you got what you needed, quicker too.

"I can't believe you, Y/N. I gave you a direct order and you didn't follow it. Look at you now, you could have died"

You rolled your eyes at the love of your life, sighed, and stood up, blood trickling through your fingers clutched to your side.

"With all due respect, Captain, I did what had to be done, and it worked. So don't criticize my decisions", you only called him Captain when you were raging, when you thought he didn't even deserve the acknowledgment of a name.

"You are hurt, you went against me. I could ruin your career for that stunt"

"You wouldn't dare, don't lie to yourself"

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself, Y/N"

"excuse me?", you scoffed, eyebrows raised. Steve immediately regretted his words, uttering hurried apologies. "You know what, Cap, I am full of myself. I'm such a narcissist, such a bad person, huh. Where did our little golden boy go wrong, ending up with a good for nothing gal like me, huh?"

As if right on time, the jet had landed, so you made a grand exit, waltzing off the jet with your head held high, and tears in your eyes.

You couldn't go to your own room, not where the sheets smelled of him, not where his things sat snug next to yours. So you knocked on Bucky's door, he let you in without hesitation. He walked you to his bed, he held you as you cried, cradled you until you slept. He tucked you in under blankets that smelled like coconut, gun powder, and whiskey.

So as you lay, head buried into a pillow that smelt like Steve, tears staining soft satin, you thought about doing the exact same thing.

You picked yourself up, untangling yourself from the sheets, bare feet padding to the elevator. Straight to Bucky's door.

knock knock knock. gentle and soft, barely audible.

"doll?", he was half asleep in his doorway.

"hey, buck", you muttered, smiling sadly.

"what's up?"

"I can't sleep in there, Bucky. I can't do it. I swear to god, hes everywhere", you sobbed.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his room, into his bed. For once, you welcomed the cooing and the soft touches. You appreciated the way he cradled your face in his hands as you cried, catching tears with his thumbs as he watched you fall apart. He was holding you together, his legs tangled with yours, his lips uttering sweet redemption into your hair, hands softly drawing circles on your back.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him in return, you pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in, soaking him up. This was what you need right now, and you fell asleep bathed in the warmth of his bare soul.

Bucky's eyes opened to you making your way out of his room. He sighed, hands reached out to you, lazily.

"why are you up so early, doll?", he checked the clock. 05:57am.

"I gotta work"

"you really gotta take some time off, you're gonna work yourself to death, especially in your form"

You gave him a small smile, "I'll be fine, Barnes. Go back to sleep"

He happily obliged, rolling over and closing his eyes, hearing the far away click of his door closing.

You locked yourself in your office the entirety of the day, making angry phone calls to people who just wouldn't listen, pacing as you waiting on stats to come through, filing reports, organising mission after mission, without even considering a break.

Bucky knocked on your door around 6, pushing it open softly.

"Hey, Barnes. What is it?", you asked, not looking up from your computer as your fingers danced quickly across the keys.

"Its dinnertime, come eat"

"I'm not hungry, but thank you"

"Y/N", you answered his calls, not taking your eyes off the screen. "Y/N, look at me, for God's sake"

You slammed the laptop shut, eyeing him up and down dangerously. Sure, Bucky Barnes might be able to snap your neck with his little finger, but he couldn't break a man down like you could. He couldn't stare at people so hard it bore holes in their skulls, he couldn't exude power like you did, he couldn't tear into someone's soul with spiteful words and a harsh tone, not like you.

"What was that? I'm looking now, Mr. Barnes, please, embarrass yourself further, you have my full attention", you smiled at him, but it was sly and condescending.

"You haven't eaten all day, you need to eat"

"I need to do my job, and I think you've forgotten that I am, in fact, your superior, so get out of my office", with that, you opened the laptop again, and continued on with your furious typing.

Bucky didn't budge, he knew you could get irritable on a good day, and good days usually didn't involve dying, being resurrected, losing half your team, and taking over Stark Industries.

"Y/N, please, come on. You're being irrational"

"And you're forgetting your place, you always do. I care about you, Buck, but now is not the time to be sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong, go annoy Sam or something, I don't have the time for you"

You stood up and ushered him to your door, with a hand on the handle, you gazed at him with a harsh stare.

"Have a goodnight, Barnes, stay out of my office"

You swung the door closed, if slammed shut mere inches away from Bucky's nose.

You avoided him like the plague for the next few days, not meeting his gaze, not uttering his name. You spent all your time locked in your office, not saying anything to anyone, until you had to.

You called a meeting, the pathetic remains of your team gathered around you. A teenage boy, a bird man, a god of thunder and an ex assassin walked into a room, what a wild joke.

You briefed them, you flew them out to the hotel, nicer than the last one you stayed in. You could only get three rooms, Sam got one to himself, he won rock, paper, scissors.

The awkward silence had settled thick and heavy between you and Bucky, sat on your own separate beds, neon light filtering in through the curtain.

"I think it's your turn to tell me a story", that was the first thing he had said to you in days, you were shocked, a little taken aback.

"what?"

"The last time you and I were in a hotel room, you asked for a story, and I gave you one. I want a story."

"oh", you chuckled, "what about?"

He thought for a minute, shifting to face you, blue eyes bright and playful.

"a boy"

You both laughed, all remnants of anger and spite evaporating. This was exactly like Bucky, make everything better with a joke and a laugh.

"I don't really have stories about boys. I was only 18 when I started with Stark. I met Steve when I was 23-"

"How did you meet Steve?", he cut in. You realised then, no one had ever told Bucky that story.

"He never told you?", Bucky shook his head in response.

"Well-"

You met Steve before Thanos, before Bucky, before Ultron even. You were young,

You walked with purpose across the dirt and sand, General Sanchez struggling to keep up as he briefed you. You were in an old army uniform, one that had once belonged to a friend, it was a little tight but it made do.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you said you called backup?", he asked, hesitant.

"I did", on cue, the quinjet handed some feet ahead, and Tony stepped out. "and there he is"

Tony started to walk alongside you and the General, the team walking a few feet behind you.

"Stark, pleasure seeing you again"

"same goes for you, Y/N, what's happening"

"ever seen Godzilla?"

These creatures had been popping up around coasts all over the world, a couple even had gone as far as peaking tails out of the water, ridges on their backs visible deep below the surface. All you knew is that they were massive, monstrously big, and dangerous. They had been testing the waters, seeing how ready you were for an attack, and today was the day. According to radar scans, the biggest off them all had showed up off the coast of L.A, so here you were.

Steve couldn't help but stare at you, walking tall and dignified, head held high, voice strong and authoritative. Even as you were bleeding out on the floor, cheek swollen, lip cut, eyes blackened, he thought you were beautiful, angelic.

"Really?", Bucky laughed. You just nodded, saddened by the distant memory. "you guys always seemed so, settled"

"once upon a time we were running around like kids, sneaking into empty offices to make out like horny teenagers. We settled down eventually", bitterness was evident in your voice as you spoke. You missed those days, running around with Steve's hand in yours. He had really ruined hand holding for you.

"You wanna know what Steve said to me on our first date?", you asked, breath trembling and voice shaky, tears brimming in your eyes.

"sure..", he spoke hesitantly, not sure if that was the right answer or not.

"He said, "you remind me of a girl I knew back in the war", the same girl he left me for. He fell in love with me because I reminded him of a dead girl."

You and Bucky ducked behind a car, both of you officially out of ammunition. You sighed, looking around for any form of weapon as bullets came ricocheting towards you.

"If this is how we go, I'm gonna be pretty fucking pissed", he scoffed, always making a joke.

"me too, Buck"

Your eyes scanned the ground desperately, Bucky was trying to get to Sam, Thor, even Peter, but the comms had been cut. Your eyes settled on a baseball bat not far from Bucky's feet.

"Hey, Bucky?"

"yeah, pup?", for a split second that dream flashed behind your eyes. pup.

you were snapped from your thought by a bullet flying past your ear.

"I got another story for ya", you grinned. Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

"Now?"

"I used to play a lot of baseball in high school", he followed your gaze, mischievous grin playing at his lips.

"you sure?"

And with that, you emerged from behind the car, bat in hand.

"Hiya, boys", you called out to the two thugs stood in front of you, they trained they're guns on you, just not quick enough.

Before they could even process what was happening, you were on top of them, swinging, punching, kicking. Bucky snuck up behind you, joining in on the fight.

Your breathing was heavy as the two men collapsed at your feet, blood spattered across your chest and face, Bucky couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach, red always was your colour.

There was a wicked smile playing on your lips, teeth sharp and glinting, you looked psychopathic, killer, and Bucky loved it.

Maybe he could help you release some of that anger, he hadn't gotten a good beating in a while.

You went out the night you got back. You almost went to knock on Natasha's door to invite her with you, you stopped yourself with tears in your eyes when you remembered.

You didn't tell anyone where you were going, to be honest, you didn't know yet. You slipped out of the compound quietly, the kind of thing Steve would have disapproved of.

You decided on a quaint little bar, a few blocks away, small and cozy. Old jazz hummed softly through the speakers, you fit right in, blending in with the crowd, no one paid you any mind, and you reveled in it. Being normal for once, being another someone in the crowd, instead of some comic book superhero.

A few hours went by, you spent the time people watching. You paid particular attention to a girl, not much younger than you, she looked just like Natasha, she even ordered a vodka and soda, you just smiled to yourself.

You heard someone slid into the barstool next to you, it must have been at least midnight at this point. He ordered an old fashioned, Bucky's signature. You just kept your attention trained on the other patrons, that was until you felt a hand splayed across your back and warm breath fanning out across your bare shoulder, you were ready to punch a man at least twice your size. You turned around, hand balled into a fist.

"Hey, pup"

"Bucky?"

It must've been the drinks, it had to have been. Bucky's tongue was hot and heavy in your mouth, hands all over your body. He kicked your door closed behind the both of you, pushing you up against it, rough. The wind was knocked from your lungs, his lips travelled down your face, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He nipped at the shell of your ear before growling, low and animalistic.

"I saw you covered in that blood on the mission, and I just couldn't help myself, pup, I had to get myself a taste"

fuck. me.

@vicmc624 @dee-vn

#captain america x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut

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officialsimppage · 4 years ago

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-Settled Down-

If they won't write it i will. Like girl my story line will probably make more sense. I'll set up Spencer with a nice smart girl and two kids a girl and a boy. They live in a cottage with a big backyard where they play everyday. 🥺 Oh my God wait you should write thisnsjajjs. Spencer with a wife and kids and just like the home life. I'm just- I'm just soft right now. 👁️👄👁️ Cat can suck a toe right now. As well as the writers. Hoesss

YES YUA THIS IS AMAZING <3!! I AM CRYING JKBFWPBJHB! Hope yall enjoy teehee <3 baSed oFF seAsOn 14 @yyua69 @benji-booxx

I wake up to a hot breath on my neck. As I open my eyes I look around to see me and my husband's bedroom. It’s a bit messy, clothes on the floor, a couple case files stacked, and pictures on the walls. I then look at my swollen belly from being 6 months pregnant. I squint my eyes to see that the sun is already bright and warm. I look over to the nightstand to read the time on the alarm clock. 8:05. Great. I turn around, face my husband and say,

“Good morning handsome,” looking at his facial features. His sharp jaw, his perfect eyebrows, the stubble he's been growing on his face making even more well, attractive. I think about the day I met him. It was a while ago, back when I joined the BAU in 2008. I think of how I was with him when he was infected with anthrax, shot in the leg, when Emily died, when Maeve died. I was with him through it all.

We never really confessed our love until he was shot in the neck in Texas. We then knew we couldn’t live without each other. We got married right after Kate left. Well sorta before-ish because she came to the wedding. I was with him when he went to prison. That’s when I was pregnant for the second time. I supported him with his recovery. We have been inseparable. Only 5 months ago we decided to settle down. We knew we needed to be more with our family then work. We still go and lecture from time to time, but we mostly stay at home with our family. I then snap out of my thoughts and I look at his beautiful eyes, for them to instantly open up. Revealing his beautiful amber orbs.

“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Spencer says groggily from just waking up. We lay there just for a second just looking at each other. I then lean in to give him a kiss. It’s soft, but sweet. Apparently it isn't enough for him as he rolls onto me, pecking kisses all over my jaw.

“Spence! Stop!It’s too early! And you're going to crush the baby!” I say trying to get him off me. He finishes pecking my face and finalizes it with a passionate kiss on my lips. I smile into the kiss calmed at the serenity I have. We are then interrupted by the sound of feet walking towards our bedroom.

“Good morning Mommy and Daddy!” Our daughter 5 year old Diana says jumping onto our bed. I then see her little brother, Rowan following on his little 2 year old legs. He comes around to my edge of the bed and I lift him up onto the bed. They shake Spencer until he sits up by me. They are both giggling as they lay in between us, snuggling. I then feel their other sibling being active.

“Guys come here! Your little sibling is kicking!” I say sitting up. They all rush over to me and put their hands on my belly. I see Rowan just still fumbling around, having no idea what is happening, I then see Diana and Spencer put their hands on my stomach. Once they feel a kick, their faces brighten up. It reminds me of the first time Spencer felt Diana kick. I have never seen him happier. She giggles and says,

“There's a baby in there!” Looking at Spencer, as if he has never known.

“I know! Isn’t that crazy? You’ll be able to meet your sibling in 3 months Diana!” Picking her up and putting her on his lap. He then grabs Rowan and puts him on his lap as well. “You want some chocolate chip pancakes?” kissing their little noses softly.

“Please Daddy! We want pancakes!” Diana says jumping off of Spencer and running into the kitchen. He then laughs and walks after her, carrying Rowan. Before he leaves the room he asks,

“Are you coming?” he says while standing at the doorway. I then respond with,

“In a minute, I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I say heaving myself off of my bed. I slowly waddle towards the bathroom as best as I can with this big baby bump. I get to the bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror. I think about how I never thought my life would be as happy and peaceful as it is. I thought with this job I would be forever lonely. But here I am with a perfect husband, with two perfect children with one more on the way, living in a beautiful cottage in the countryside. It’s everything I could have imagined.

I walk out into the kitchen to see Rowan on Spencer's back while he flips pancakes over the stove, while Diana stirs the pancake batter right next to them. I walk up to them and say,

“Hey! Whatcha guys doing over here? It smells so good!” I say leaning down to Diana's height, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Then leaning up to kiss Rowan on his back. Diana turns around, looks at me and says,

“What does it look like were doing? Were making pancakes!” She then turns around and gets back to work stirring the batter. I laugh a little and then say,

“Ok, Ok girl back off I see you!” leaning in and kissing her ear. She tilts her head trying to get me to stop while giggling. I then walk over to the chairs and watch them cook. It’s so adorable and perfect.

It’s about 10 minutes later and the pancakes are finally done. I take both of the kids to the table to sit down. I as well sit down as Spencer brings over the pancakes. They both freak out and start tearing them apart right away. Me and Spencer just look at each other's eyes. It's a loving stare, one that says thank you to each other for these wonderful beings. We then focus and laugh to see both of their tiny faces covered in maple syrup.

After breakfast we decide to spend our day outside. I finish doing the dishes and walk towards our room. As I walk down he hall I see diana get dressed into her play overalls and Spencer helping dress Rowan. I get into our room and I step into the closet. I think about how warm it must be outside so I opt for a nice flowy sundress so I can have a nice breeze. I put it on and turn around and see Spencer standing in the doorway.

“Jesus Spence, you scared me!” I say putting my hand on my chest. He then shakes his head walks up to me and says,

“God you're so beautiful.” While stroking my cheek. I then turn my face and kiss his hand. He smiles at me and then kisses me softly. While kissing me, he rests his hand on my belly, feeling our baby. He whispers thank you in my ear and then takes my hand and leads me to the living room where Diana and Rowan are waiting for us.

“Okay guys, ready to go outside!” I say and in response, they scream and run outside into the large backyard. I laugh at how much energy they have and slowly follow them into the yard with Spencer.

Spencer and I sit on a blanket in the grass watching the kids play. They chase each other around, they smell flowers, and they stare at the clouds together. As I sit in this peaceful moment, I think about how grateful I am for this opportunity to settle down with Spence. I lean into his shoulder looking at our children play as I rest my hand on my belly, feeling our upcoming baby. I wonder what life would be like if I never joined the BAU. I decide not to think about that and just enjoy this moment in time, treasuring it for the rest of my life.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #give spencer a family >:(#spencer #reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds reid

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night-time-writing · 4 years ago

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Be Happy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29807574

Summary: Kirishima and Tamaki are soulmates and Tamaki doesn’t know how to deal with this.

Word Count: 2,472

Tamaki found out who his soulmate was when he turned 18. Everyone found out who their soulmate was on their 18th birthday at their time of birth. Their soulmates’ name would show up on their skin somewhere. Some people would stay up all night until they could finally see that name, too excited to even sleep. Tamaki though, he forgot it was even his birthday.

He woke up that morning and got ready like any other day. It wasn’t until he ran into Mirio that he was reminded of his soulmate.

“Tamaki! Hey big day today, isn’t it? Have you found the name yet? Who are they?” Tamaki stared at him blankly. “Oh sorry, I almost forgot to wish you a happy birthday.”

Tamaki’s eyes widened. He had totally forgotten about his soulmate, and the fact that it was his birthday. “I haven’t checked yet.”

“What? Why not?”

“I forgot, I just know that I have patrol with Fatgum and Kirishima today.”

“Well, you’re going to check, come on.” Mirio then dragged Tamaki to the nearest bathroom.

“Mirio, is this really the time?” Tamaki complained.

“Just check Tamaki. I want my best friend to be happy, okay? I’m also very curious.”

Tamaki sighed and went to one of the stalls. He checked all the obvious places first. His wrists, arms, and his sides. He checked his legs and every other place he could see, which left his back. Tamaki fixed his shirt before exiting the stall.

“So?” Mirio asked expectedly.

“It must be on my back, because I couldn’t find it. Or I don’t have a soulmate.” Tamaki added. He wouldn’t be surprised if the universe decided they hated him.

“You have a soulmate.” Mirio said as if it was just a fact of the universe and not the most likely outcome. “Take off your shirt, I’ll check for you.”

Tamaki hesitated for a minute before he turned around and took off his shirt.

“There it is, I told you, you do have a soulmate.” Mirio said, tapping the space in between his shoulders.

Tamaki put his shirt back on and turned around to look at Mirio. “So who is it?”

“Ejiro Kirishima.” Mirio said it as if it was the easiest thing to say. As if this didn’t completely change everything.

Tamaki then started panicking. How was he supposed to go on patrol later now? He couldn’t look Kirishima in the eye after this. Kirishima was also younger than Tamaki, so he didn’t have a soulmate tattoo yet. There was a possibility that Kirishima would have someone else’s name on his skin. It was rare, but not impossible. Tamaki’s breath started to get more erratic as he started to spiral.

“Hey Tamaki, calm down. It’s okay.” Mirio said, grabbing Tamaki’s shoulders.

The touch of his best friend made Tamaki start to relax enough to not have a panic attack. But he still wasn’t happy. “What am I supposed to do? Kirishima doesn’t have a soulmate tattoo. He’s only sixteen.”

“Tell him then. He’s a cool person, and he will be so excited to learn his soulmate early. You’re lucky, Tamaki. You know your soulmate and you already like him. You don’t have to wait to meet them. At least try to talk to him, okay?”

Tamaki gave him a small nod, and then they left the bathroom and headed to class.

…

Tamaki had so much anxiety leading up to going on patrol, but it only got worse once he was finally there and had to actually see Kirishima. He could avoid the other while they were getting ready for patrol, but he couldn’t avoid him during patrol. But today Fatgum had Kirishima and Tamaki patrol just the two of them which only made everything worse for Tamaki.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you happy birthday. It’s your eighteenth, right? So you know who your soulmate is?”

“Yeah, I found out this morning. I haven’t figured out how to tell them yet.”

“So they are younger than you? Thats cool. Dont worry about it. Whoever they are, they are going to love you. You’re super great and your soulmates so it’s meant to be.”

“Is there anyone that you want to be your soulmate?” Tamaki decided to test the waters a bit before he jumped in.

“Well, I guess I would have to say Mina. after all, we are dating now.”

Tamaki then drew in on himself more. Of course he would have a girlfriend. Someone he really liked. Tamaki wasn’t going to ruin that. Kirishima didn’t need to be with him. They could be just friends. He just wanted Kirishima to be happy with someone he loved, even if that person wasn’t him.

Tamaki didn’t talk for the rest of the patrol. He spent that time taking all his feelings for Kirishima and locking them in a box. All while Kirishima went on about his girlfriend, and how great she is.

…

As Kirishima’s birthday grew closer, Tamaki was distancing himself more from Kirishima. He didn’t mean to distance himself. He was just trying to mentally prepare himself for Kirishima to talk about how he and Ashido were soulmates and how great that was. He didn’t even realize it until Kirishima confronted him about it.

“Hey, Amajiki. I want to ask you something.”

“What is it, Kirishima?”

“I was wondering why it is you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“I keep asking you to hangout, and you keep finding reasons not to hangout. You have also been making sure we don’t work together anymore. We used to work together a bunch. You have been avoiding me and I don’t understand why.”

“Well, I’m usually just busy, I haven’t been trying to avoid you or anything. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I just was worried you hated me or something now and I wasn’t sure what I did. I’m glad you aren’t avoiding it. So, are you going to come to my birthday party tomorrow?”

“Sure, when is it?” Tamaki started to get uncomfortable. He knew tomorrow was Kirishima’s birthday, but he still wasn’t ready to truly know the fact that he has an unrequited soulmate.

“We are all going to go out to dinner, so come by around 4?”

“Okay.” Tamaki responded. Kirishima then smiled at him, wished him a good day and walked off.

As Tamaki was getting ready the next morning, he got called into work. Fatgum was short staffed and needed Tamaki. Tamaki felt bad, but he had to send a message to Kirishima letting him know he would be unable to make it to his party. He was, however, kind of relieved that he didn’t have to go. Tamaki did not like parties, and he didn’t want to have to listen to Kirishima talk about his soulmate the entire time.

…

Ejiro woke up early that morning, so excited about the day. He was excited to hangout with his friends and find out who his soulmate was.

After his friends wished him a happy birthday, Ejiro sat down to a birthday breakfast that Bakugo had made for him. As he took a big bite, his phone buzzed next to him, indicating that he got a text.

He smiled as he picked it up, realizing that it was from Amajiki.

‘Hey Kirishima, Fat Gum called me into work today so I cannot make it to your party. I’m sorry, I hope you have a good birthday, nonetheless. Happy birthday.’

Ejiro frowned slightly at this before quickly covering it up so that his friends didn’t see. A couple years back after he and Mina had broken up, Ejiro realized that he really liked Amajiki. But, Amajiki had already turned eighteen, he found out who his soulmate was, and if it had been Ejiro, he would have said something. Now Amajiki was getting really distant, he didn’t talk to Ejiro as much anymore. Sure, Amajiki had a life now and perhaps hanging out with high schoolers wasn’t something he really wanted to do, or had the time for, but it still hurt.

Ejiro knew he couldn’t blame Amajiki for not being able to come. So, he finished his breakfast and set out to make the best of the day.

When he finally got back to the dorm, he was in awe at everything his friends did. They decked the common room out. There was a snack table full of his favorite things, and he could see that Bakugo had all the ingredients for a nice big dinner.

Ejiro was happy to see all the effort his friends put into his birthday. However, he was just so excited for 5:13 exactly because that was the time he was born, and when he would finally receive his soul mark.

“Hey Kiri, you excited to find out who your soulmate is?” Kaminari asked.

“Very excited. I wonder if I know them. Wouldn’t that be interesting? If there is someone I interact with daily and had no clue was my soulmate?”

“I’m excited for you man, it will be good for you to have someone else to think about other than Amajiki.”

“Yeah. It would probably be easier to be around him when I know there is someone out there for me that will like me back.”

“Everything will be great, man. Now come one let’s go bug Bakugo.”

Ejiro chuckled and followed Kaminari to the kitchen where Bakugo was starting to lay out the food he was going to make.

Ejiro spent the next couple hours bouncing between talking with different friends, including bugging Bakugo every so often. He did this until dinner was finally done and they all sat down to eat. As usual, Bakugo’s food was amazing, and it distracted Ejiro to the point where he didn’t notice the time ticked past five and then started creeping towards six.

Once Ejiro was done eating, he grabbed his dirty dishes to put them in the kitchen which is when he finally saw the time. It was 6:05, which shocked Ejiro. He placed his dishes in the sink and then rolled up his sleeves to start his search. The search didn’t last long. On his left wrist, his soul mark read “Tamaki Amajiki.”

Ejiro paused and stared at his wrist. How was it that the person he had a major crush on was his soulmate? No, the real question was why was it that he was just now finding out. Amajiki turned eighteen three years ago and yet didn’t tell him?

Without even thinking, Ejiro walked out of the kitchen and went straight for the door. He ignored the calls of his friends as he pushed open the dorm door and started running toward the train station. He didn’t know how long Amajiki would be at the agency, assuming he was still there, but Ejiro needed answers. He couldn’t let Amajiki get out of this conversation. Ejiro needed to know why his soulmate hated him. Why he refused to ever tell Ejiro that they were soulmates for so many years.

Once Ejiro was outside of Fat Gums agency, he lost all of his confidence. Now he was just scared. For a minute he considered tuning back. After all, why did he want to go through a true rejection. However, in the end he decided he had to go in. He had to know why Amajiki didn’t tell him, why he would let him get excited when he knew that Ejiro’s soulmate didn’t love him.

Ejiro walked into the building and over to where Amajiki was normally if he wasn’t on patrol. Sure enough, as Ejiro rounded the corner, he spotted Amajiki sitting and working on some paperwork.

“Hey Amajiki.”

“Oh, hi Kirishima, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be hanging out with your friends and enjoying your birthday?”

“I was at my party. It was a lot of fun, but I wanted to ask you something.” Ejiro was fidgeting with his shirt. He wasn’t sure that he could ask without breaking down. He was feeling so many emotions right now. He was angry that Amajiki never told him the truth, but he was mostly just sad that this all just meant that Amajiki didn’t feel that way about him.

“Okay? I don’t know why you would leave your party to ask me a question, but go for it.”

“Well. I know that you don’t like me and that’s why you are always avoiding me. I know you don’t want an actual romantic relationship. But why is it you never told me we were soulmates?” Just as Ejiro worried, tears started to stream down his face. “Why didn’t you tell me years ago? Then you could have saved me from the heartbreak of falling in love with you.”

Ejiro tried to stop his tears, wiping them away. He then looked towards Amajiki, who just looked shocked and confused.

“Please give me an answer. Please don’t run away. I need to know.”

“I don’t understand. Don’t you have a girlfriend? Isn’t she your soulmate?”

“Mina? We broke up forever ago. Is that why you didn’t tell me? Or are we not mutual soulmates?”

Amajiki was fidgeting with the cuff of his shirt before he pushed his chair and got up. He then walked off, trying to leave the room. Ejiro reached out and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“Amajiki, is your soul mark my name?”

“Yes.”

Amajiki was looking down at the floor. Ejiro let go of Amajiki’s wrist and stepped around him. He rolled up his sleeves and showed his soul mark to Amajiki.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to, but then you started talking about how you had a girlfriend and you hoped that when you got your soul mark, it would be her. I assumed it was an unrequited soulmate. I wanted you to be happy, happy without the guilt of knowing you don’t feel the same way I do.”

“Are you saying that you like me? As in more than friends kinda like me?”

“Yes.”

Ejiro smiled widely and threw himself at Amajiki, crushing him in a hug. He was so relieved and happy that Amajiki liked him back, that’s all he had wanted. Amajiki tentatively wrapped his arms around Ejiro and hugged him back.

“I have liked you for years. Does this make us boyfriends?”

“If that’s what you want?”

“Of course that’s what I want.” Ejiro pushed back, smiling brightly at Amajiki. Amajiki looked at Ejiro and gave him a small shy smile back. That’s when Ejiro realized just how close their faces were, and he leaned forward. He wanted to kiss Amajiki, but he wanted to give him the time and space to tell him no. When he didn’t do anything, Ejiro closed the distance and finally kissed his soulmate.

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kounfetti · 4 years ago

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[Diabolik Lovers: Paraselene] Vol. 3: Kou Mukami Translation

Happy Halloween everyone! 🎃 �� I impulsively wanted to do something for halloween so, here’s this translation! I’m the least confident in my audio translation skills so excuse any errors there might be! As always, please no reposting onto other sites, just link back to this post-and ask me before translating this into other languages!

The audio is from here: ☆

Track 1: “Our Time Together”