#just didnt really feel like getting around to it and moved on

[sirxlla]

Video Games & Phone Calls

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Warnings: Use of Y/N, Yelling.

Prompt: Evan's playing video games but you want attention.

Notes: Female Reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Ever since Eddie moved to Texas Evan and Eddie have been calling constantly and playing video games cause they miss their best friends which is understandable but you want attention too, probably a bit jealous right now but we wont mention that.

You walked through the living room whining and groaning. He didnt notice.

You walked through the house infront of him your panties. He hadnt noticed.

You made him dinner...he didnt even look away from his game, he gave you a automated sort of yes.

"No, they're right there! Be careful Eddie they're on the- ...roof." He laughed a bit as Eddie and him died on the game.

"Hey, Can I play with-" You started asking cause you felt really left out and he wasn't really paying attention to you.

"Yeah, we can definitely play another round. Y/N's probably gonna go to bed soon." Evan had told Eddie through the headset.

You hadnt planned on going to bed? Sleep could wait, You wanted to hang out with him. It's been two weeks of this shit and you could barely get anything from him.

"I'm not going to bed." Again he must not've heard you cause he was laughing at something Eddie said through the headset. You knew even though he had headphones on he could hear you. You knew that cause you've borrowed them to play online with your friends over here before.

"EVAN ANTHONY BUCKLEY!" That mafe his head shoot over to you, he hadn't noticed you were standing right there trying to talk to him. You were pissed and rightfully so, he had been pushing you to the side for weeks. You understood he missed Eddie but fuckin hell!

His face had went white like paper, he had realized you called out to him a few times and his brain automatically tuned you out so ge could talk to Eddie.

"Eddie, I'm gonna let you go." He knew he was in trouble, he knew exactly why for at least tonight's issue. It was clear to you though Evan didnt understand this had been building up for weeks.

"I have been talking to you." You tried not to sound annoyed or hurt because you didnt wanna admit it to yourself. Yelling at Buck never felt good, you never wanted to hurt him or hus feelings. You tried not to feel upset but by the tension in your chest you could tell you were.

"I know, I just- Eddie and I were playing games." Buck tried to explain but the pair of you knew just exactly how that was an understatement.

"You...you knew?" You were pissed and hurt at the same time as soon as you heard he'd basically been ignoring you on purpose.

"I- I didnt mean it." He probably truly didnt but over the past two weeks he had built up a habit of ignoring you cause he was focused on his best friend and what was practically his nephew.

"You didn't mean it?" You asked as tears started pouring down your face.

"I have asked you for attention and I have asked both to play and- You both ignored me. I know he can hear me. So not only does it suck cause my boyfriend's ignoring me but so is someone I considered a friend." You let out a sob. Just needed a bit of validation is all you needed after such a shitty few weeks, tears poured down your cheeks and little sniffles came out as you tried to not make a mess of yourself.

"I- Oh, God...I- I'm so sorry, Baby." Buck's arms wrapped around you as you cried, the sobbing had only gotten worse as he hugged you.

He felt like a complete asshole...of course he missed Eddie but it wasnt an excuse. In missing Eddie and being so worried about him he had been missing the woman right next to him, the one who took care of him and slept next to him.

Evan's arms wrapped around you and he pulled you into his lap as he held you close and rubbed your back. Your sobs slowly came down but the disappointment in himself was at an all time high.

He just kept rubbing your back until he felt you fall asleep. God, he felt so awful. Evan just laid the both of you down onto the couch. He covered the both of you up with the your blanket that you left on the couch.

Evan couldn't sleep, he couldnt understand how in hell he ever could ignore such an amazing woman. He missed Eddie but again the wasn't an excuse and he should've noticed or at least invited you to play with him and Eddie.

"Goddamn it, I'm so sorry....I'm so sorry, Honey." Buck told you even though you were sound asleep. He just held you and promised you and himself silently that he would never do that sorta thing again.

(Send me prompts if you want)

Masterlist

[cloudyskydreams]

Yooo I really like that pregnancy ask and I wanted to suggest a what if! Pure angst and drama if you're up to it.

What if the pregnancy didn't go well near the end because S/O's magic is not very high (to begin with! monsters need both parents iirc to have a health about of magic to make a monster.) A couple of days after the baby bone is born, child protective services (the Canadian version of it.) have to take them to their father stating that the mother is in a coma and is unlikely to recover.

((What a way to start the day. Getting a knock on the door only to find a stranger hold a baby that they were so sure it wasn't theirs. AND their s/o is probably going to die because their SOUL magic was sucked up dry to make the baby. Said baby bones looks a bit unhealthy too because they developed without their pappa's magic and is weakly crying.))

((You can decide of s/o recovers or not.))

hhhhhh you guys need to be movie directors or something because the pure plot and drama being thrown at me recently.

S/O recovers because I like that route better having a free reign relationship with your child only to have the possibility of that taken away when your comatosed ex wakes up.

Holy fuck these turned out longer than I expected so I'm just doing 3 if you wanted a different character feel free to request again! Also the holidays are NOT being kind to me so my updates are probably gonna be wack as I deal with the shitshow I call a family hope you guys enjoy and happy holidays!

Undertale:

Sans: Sees the baby bones and kind of zones out as shock runs through his body. Then he hears the word coma and zones back in. "what?" he has them repeat their entire spiel and his soul stops for a second when he hears what happened. He hesitantly accepts the babybones and cradles him to his chest gently.He's not ready for any of this and his world is collapsing around him as he finishes the conversation with CPS. Once they're gone he takes the babybones inside and simply stares at him for a bit as he rocks him back in forth Infront of the door he hasn't moved two steps from. The baby is whining and looking at him is like looking at an exact replica of himself as a babybones. He takes a few deep breaths and chuckles which turn into a full body laugh which turn into sobs as he cradles the baby to his chest. Why didnt he trust you? He still loved you even though he was convinced you had cheated a part of him desperately hoping he was wrong but now that he knows he was it's devastating. He looks for monster food that would be suitable for a babybones hoping to soothe his cry's and get his bones looking healthier. The entire time he's shaking as he rummages through the cabinets. Finds something akin to applesauce and spoonfeeds the little guy. Goes out and picks up a bunch of stuff (good, toys,clothes ect.)when Papyrus gets home. The first night he can't sleep and simply stays awake watching the babybones all night. He vows he's going to be the best dad ever while staring at his baby boys sleeping face a rush of paternal protectiveness rushing over him. He does a good job at taking care of the baby as he has experience since he had to basically raise Papyrus. He visits you once and the guilt destroys him so badly he can't visit you again. It had been a few months when he received a call. Surprise surprise it's you on the other end having just woken up and wanting to see your child immediately. Sans is more than happy to comply and gets to the hospital as soon as he can with the baby who's looking much healthier. Hesitates outside the doorway as he cradles your guys son to his chest. Possibilities and what ifs running through his head as anxiety starts to simmer. When he enters the room you look so relieved and happy to see him which happily surprises him till he realizes you're probably excited to see your baby. He hands the child over and suddenly your crying, the baby's crying, he's crying, all of y'all crying. He apologizes profusely before you can say anything and says he should have believed you how wrong he was and how sorry he is you had to go through everything alone and his grateful he is to see you again. He understands if you don't forgive him but don't expect to be rid of him because he's absolutely sticking around in his son's life.

Edge:Honestly when he sees the child and hears what CPS has to say he thinks he's having a nightmare. He's dreamt of similar situations where your baby actually turned out to be his nothing quiet like this but it's similar enough he's really thinking he's still asleep. Takes the child and thanks the CPS people for their time before going back inside. Trys to soothe the baby's cry's and rocks him gently in his arms. Checks the clock to make sure he has enough time to get to his next appointment in the day and yeah he's got a good bit, wait.... you can't read time in your dreams. He looks back at the clock and gently sets the baby down on the couch as he does the equivalent of pinching himself. Fuck fuck wait he's not dreaming. A flood of cold numbers rushes over him as he remembers what CPS said... He gently scoops the baby back up and shelves his oncoming mental breakdown as he stares down at his son. When Red gets home Edge recruits him as a babysitter (his thought process being he raised me he can watch a baby for an hour or so (red was absolutely stressed tf out))as he runs out to grab supplies and sort himself out. By sort himself out I mean destroying a chunk of a forest with his magic to workout all his anger and devastation. He trys his best to take care of the babybones his brother surprisingly giving good advice every now and then while he figures out how to be a dad. He's extremely gentle with the child and speaks on the most soothing fatherly tone to the little baby. He visits you in the hospitals bi weekly leaving little messages of memorable moments with the baby and some pictures. A few months goes by and one day he receives a call. It's a very frantic you on the other end and he can't help the immense amount of relief he feels as he hears your voice begging him to see your child. He brings the babybones to the hospital and stays quiet as he watches you two cuddling. He doesn't speak up until you thank him for watching the babybones. Tells you there's nothing to thank him for he was doing his job as a father and then it's quiet for a bit more before he hesitantly approaches and bows his head. He apologizes for his actions, for not trusting you, for everything you had to deal with alone. He's not expecting you to forgive him he wouldn't forgive himself but he does want to be apart of the child's life and immediately says so making sure you're aware of his intentions. Most likely to take you to court for custody of you refuse to let him father his child.

Stretch:Was woken up by the knock and answered the door still half asleep. Hears the story, takes the kid, thanks them and closes the door. It takes him like five whole minutes until he's like wait what the fuck. Holds the baby Infront of him by the armpits and looks at his mini lookalike with horror. Holy fucking shit he was wrong? He's a dad?? YOU'RE IN A COMA?? He gets lightheaded for a second and sits down on the couch with the crying baby in his arms. He hesitantly rocks the babybones not really sure what he's doing and immediately calls Blue. He's shaking as he's on the phone with his brother who says he's on the way. When Blue gets there he shows Stretch which foods the baby can eat and how to care for it. Stretch appreciates the help and kind of throws himself into caring for the child instead of thinking about the fact you're in a coma. He's sleeping on a beanbag chair in the nursery and wakes up as soon as the baby starts crying. Every waking moment is spent caring and playing with the babybones. Sometimes late at night he thinks about you and everything he's lost and missed out on but you've given him the best gift he could have ever asked for, a son. He visits you in the hospital occasionally leaving your favorite flower and pictures of the baby he's taken. Surprise surprise a month later when he gets a call and you're alive desperate to see you're baby. He brings the child and is grateful to see you awake when he hands him over. He immediately apologizes he tells you how wonderful his son is and how much he loves him and begs you to let him be apart of the child's life. He understands if you don't want him back as much as he misses you he fucked up he wasn't there and you almost died because he wasn't. He just loves his kid man he will be there for him and you if you let him.

[aventurineswife]

HIIIII!!! Can I request aventurine x reader where reader broke down at work but didnt say anything about it, and when they get home aventurine can tell that reader is feeling down? Basically reader just needs to be told that its okay to cry and in the end, aventurine comforts them as they cry in his arms

“It's okay to not be okay”

Summary: After a long, emotionally exhausting day at work, you struggle to hide your feelings of stress and sadness. When you return home, Aventurine immediately notices something is off and gently urges you to open up. Despite your attempts to keep it together, you break down, and Aventurine comforts you, assuring you it's okay to cry and that you don't have to carry your burdens alone.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Comfort, Emotional Breakdown, Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerability, Affection, Supportive Aventurine, Tears, Comforting.

Warnings: Mentions of emotional distress, emotional breakdown, light angst.

The day had been long, drawn out, and suffocating. You’d fought to keep the façade up, pretending to be okay as the weight of the world pressed down on you at work. No one knew the toll it was taking, and you certainly didn’t want to burden anyone with your emotions. So, you swallowed everything—every frustration, every bit of self-doubt—and forced a smile, hiding the cracks that were slowly growing wider inside you.

The moment you stepped into your apartment, you let out a shaky breath. The silence was almost unbearable, but it was familiar. You needed it—needed to be alone. But as you closed the door behind you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

The soft click of your door was followed by the quiet swish of fabric—the unmistakable sound of Aventurine’s presence. You turned, startled, to find him leaning casually against the doorframe, eyes scanning you with that unblinking, almost predatory gaze he wore so well.

"Long day?" His voice was smooth, calm, but there was something in the air that told you he knew something was off. He’d always been observant, reading between the lines with an almost unsettling accuracy. His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied you.

You forced a smile. "Just tired," you murmured, taking a few slow steps forward to set down your things. The walls you’d built up during the day were starting to crumble, but you refused to let him see it. He didn’t need to know that you’d barely been holding it together.

Aventurine didn’t speak right away. Instead, he moved closer, the soft sound of his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. There was a flicker in his eyes, something sharp and calculating, but also... something else. Concern? You weren’t sure, but it sent a chill down your spine.

"You’re lying," he said simply. "And I don't like being lied to."

You winced, the weight of his words landing harder than you expected. "I’m fine, Aventurine. Really. Just a lot on my plate."

He didn’t believe you, of course. But it was the way he approached it—slow, deliberate steps, like he was a predator sizing up his prey—that made you feel vulnerable. And when he reached you, he tilted his head slightly, his earring catching the light as his expression softened, just for a moment.

"You don't have to hide it from me, you know," he said, his voice quieter now, less theatrical and more... genuine? You weren’t sure, but something in his tone made you pause.

"I’m fine," you repeated, your voice unsteady. You didn’t know why, but the words felt so hollow, like they were no longer yours. Your hand clenched around your sleeve, and before you knew it, your breath hitched. You tried to steady yourself, but it was no use.

Aventurine’s eyes flickered with recognition. He was too sharp—he’d seen the signs before. Without another word, he reached out and gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing over the delicate skin as he stared into your eyes. His gaze softened, a fleeting vulnerability hidden beneath the layers of his usually confident mask.

"You don't have to be strong all the time," he murmured, his voice unusually tender. "It's okay to break down. It's okay to cry."

The words hit you harder than expected, breaking through the dam you’d so carefully constructed. Before you could stop yourself, tears began to well up in your eyes, spilling down your cheeks. You couldn't hold it back anymore. The exhaustion, the frustration, the overwhelming sense of being trapped—everything poured out in that single moment.

Aventurine didn’t flinch. Instead, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. His body was warm, comforting, and his presence felt like the only thing keeping you grounded in that moment. You could feel his heartbeat steady and calm, and it somehow made you feel safe.

"You’ve been carrying this alone for too long," he whispered, his voice low and soothing as he gently rocked you. "But you don’t have to. Not anymore."

You clung to him, the tears flowing freely now. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, and he didn’t rush you, didn’t pressure you to stop crying. He let you fall apart, and in that moment, it felt like he was the only thing that could hold you together.

"You’re not alone," he murmured again, his voice soft but firm. "I’ll always be here. No matter what."

And as you cried in his arms, surrounded by the weight of your own emotions, you felt something shift inside you. The fear, the guilt, the exhaustion—it all started to fade, replaced by a warmth that came from the simple act of being held, of being seen.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that, but eventually, the tears subsided. You pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes, embarrassed by the vulnerability you’d just revealed.

Aventurine looked down at you, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Better?" he asked softly, his fingers still brushing over your skin.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper. "Yeah. Thanks... Aventurine."

He nodded, his expression unreadable but somehow comforting. "Anytime," he replied, pulling you back into his embrace. "Anytime."

And for the first time in a long while, you felt like maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

[waywardsalt]

tbh a phantom hourglass pairing im a little surprised ive never seen considered in any capacity is linebeck x zauz

[moonlit-orchid]

When your friend needs you to be there to comfort them, but you have no energy for serious conversations and so you're stuck wondering if youre being a selfish asshole or if youre justified in not wanting to be the one to sort their problems out

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Applied for a job and applying to community college. It feels weird. It feels like I'm 18 again, even though I'm turning 23 in less than a week. It feels promising though

[phagodyke]

tried putting on my radiator for the first time this winter (we've had snow this week.... its focking cold) but it trips the fusebox for the entire flat lmfao. I'm fuuuucked 😐

[lecliss]

Sakura gets a second point for being the first to complete the tree climbing at being better at chakra control, but at the same time it just feels like she was made good at it so no extra training segment time would have to be put into her getting good at it and it can be all about Sauce and Nart. Idk that feels too pessimistic but also could totally be true.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[theood]

It might just be a lot of things. I really don't know. I don't like not having any energy after work but it staves off a lot of our thought processes but at the same time I don't love it. It's tolerable but I want to be doing something else. I wanna be in the dirt and I want to feel the earth under my feet and I want to know she's listening to me and telling me it's ok and I want to take care of her like she's taken care of me. I want to plant trees and cut back weeds and learn to identify our native plants and I just can't do any of that and make a living. It's not even a volunteer opportunity for me. I'm just some random citizen who didn't even go to school for any of it. And I'm so lonely. I'm the loneliest I've been. I love all my friends online I do. Truly and wholly but it doesn't help the fact that I have no one around me irl. And it hurts. And I'm scared. And I am so small all the time. And I just want it to change.

[rainingincale]

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[caffeinatedopossum]

Suddenly realizing I've had seizures before :0 but this was just the first one where someone who knew what it was was there to witness it (my girlfriend)

That's so cool and definitely not terrifying /s

[grrrrriffin]

sweaty .. talking about my day so far

[kalashtars]

[dragonji]

its time for yet another brain game of am i like fully neurotic or was this genuinely not a cool situation . prize is jack shite and yet im playing anyways👍

[gaystardykeco]

not ready to go back to work tomorrow but luckily im so not ready that my brain isn't letting it fully process and so im just kind of numb except for little moments when the panic breaks through again