#sobbing curently

[saturnplaza]

"From the lights to the pavement, from the van to the floor, from backstage to the doctor, from the earth to the morgue, morgue, morgue, morgue." =[

[lights-out-knives-out]

New boy who's life ain't going great

I apologize for the misspellings my computer hates me

I dont even know what kind of warnings to put on here. We've got Bad parents, carewhumper, medical trauma anddd panic attack

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"Uh Boss? There's somthing you need to see."

Carter looked up from the work on his desk, visibly iritated. "What problem have you caused now? We acnt afford any mistakes you know."

"Me? Causing problems? oh no Boss. Everything is going smoothly with the ransom, we just had a bit of a hiccup with the trade off that's all." The henchman tried to assure Carter

"What kind of hiccup?" Carter growled

"There's no need to get angry boss," Henchmen said putting their hands up "How about I just show you what we're dealing with?" They came over to Carter's desk pulling up the video feed on his computer "Everything was going just fine until we told the guy we'd send back his kid, He kinda lost it." Henchman pressed play.

"I dont want him back. He's a pathetic excuse for a son. If he's weak enough to get kiddnapped, he's too weak to be in my family. He's your problem now, do with him as you please. Beat him, Fuck him, Kill him. I dont care. Just dispose of his body when you're finally fed up with him." The line went dead

Carter stared in disbelief "Is the kid still here?" He asked his henchman

"Yes Sir, he is. Do you want me to bring him in?"

"Do it." Carter said waving the man off. Henchman soon came back with a disheveld teary eyed young man, who avoided Carter's eye contact, paying more attention to picking at the bandadges that were bound around his hands. Carter rounded his desk approching the pair, he couldn't help but notice the young man stiffen as he drew near. "Your name is Jasper, isn't it?"

"yes sir" he replied in a voice barly louder than a whisper

"So Jasper, now that your father has abandond you. What are we to do with you?"

Jasper suddenly dropped to his knees with a sob, startiling the two older men

"Please! Please don't kill me!" He begged "I can be useful! I-I swear I can be useful! I've- I've been trained S-Sir! I can-I can I can do things. I can be good for you! Please Sir! Please don't kill me!"

"Get up. I'm not going to kill you."

"You aren't?" Jasper sniffed as he stood up

"No. Follow me." Carter left his office

Jasper stood there hesitant to follow, unsure what was to happen to him. The henchman took Jasper by the shoulder guiding him into the hallway, then with a gentle push Jasper went stumbling after Carter.

"I will go over the house rules later, but curently we'll be taking you to our medic. just to make sure my boys didn't break anything when they roughed you up." Carter said as they walked

"M-Medic?" Carter looked back over his shoulder, the kid didn't seem to understand.

"Our doctor." he explained

"No" Jasper stopped dead in his tracks, the color drained from his face. "No, you-you can't! I'm not! I won't! No! No please!" Jasper pushed himself against the wall, fingers digging into his head "I Can't! Not again! Not again! I was good! Please! I was good! No! no no no no!" Jasper hyperventilated squeazing his eyes shut

"shit. Grab him"

"NO!" Jasper screamed, taking off down the hallway, he turned a corner ducking into the first room he saw. Jasper slammed the door behind himself slinding into a heap on the floor.

"Can I help you?"

Jasper looked up, a concerned looking woman stood over him. "I-" Japser started to speak but the world shifted, he found his vision going dark. then his head conked back and he was out like a light

[bookfoxie]

I'm curently making an Edit to the fanfiction "Pray for us,Icarus" to the Song "If this was a movie" from Taylor Swift.

I cant stop sobbing

I'm suffering

And I'll take everyone with me.

[whatifwekilledgodandwebothgirls]

There is a white boy out there curently reposting tik tok videos about how he wants a girl thats insane with mental issues and about how he cant get with any mentally ill goth girls . Baby girl where was this energy five month ago when i broke down sobbing because you wouldnt fuck me right after i vividly described what id do to your corpse if you ever died . Who are you fucking thats more insane than me . Genuenly courious .

[chuluoyi]

curently rereading every part of unholy matrimony until chapter 12 published bcs it’s sooo addictive<3

your blog is literally my save place and i lovee going through your masterlist every single day! i love you chuu, stay healthy<3

omg this made my day?!😭 thank you so much!! i’m so very flattered to know that *sobs* being your safe space is the highest compliment ever🤧

and stay healthy too nonnie!✨ mwah mwah <3

[whitestoneestates]

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Camille hid the new pregnancy as long she could.. but her most recent look in the mirror showed every curve she couldn't hide.

Obviously not good at hiding emotions, Daniel noticed and immediately prodded her for information.

She finally told him and in an instant Daniel hopped across the bed and held her. "It's ok." He kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. "This means we get to try again, and I wanna try again."

Camille's floodgates opened and she let out a sob. "I just don't want to lose this pregnancy" she paused before murmuring under her breath.

"again."

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honestly this story starts out sad af but life aint a fairytale. i WILL be using @pandasamacc childbirth mod so stay tuned 😏

I'm using @ellcrzes new gshade and its so cute!!

also curently i have a sh!t laptop so I'm using gshade shaders in reshade.

[hihello-pinky]

Miss, Fuck, Fall (2)

Suna Rintarou x F! Reader

part one • part three • special

I’m surprised with the love that the first part received! I’m really touched that a lot of people liked it :) Here’s part two, and lemme know what you think!

tags: angst, fwb, fubu, smut, mentions of sexting and phone sex, cowgirl, exhibitionism? suna is a dick. some fluff.

MINORS PLEASE DON’T INTERACT! Smut under the cut!

It’s been ten days since Suna last saw you, much more talk to you. It’s been six days since he stopped trying to contact you.

He’s unsure what caused your sudden distance and he’d be damned if he lets your absence affect him. So, for the past few days, he’s been busying himself with playing games all day and then having different girls warm his bed at night (sex with you is incomparable, of course, though he will never admit it).

“Rintarou!” the girl curently riding him moans, breaking him out of his reverie. “Your cock feels so good!”

Her shrill voice is so different from yours and it makes him frown. He slaps her side. “Shut up.”

The girl only whines and continues to bounce up and down on his cock. Suna is starting to become focused back on the deed when his phone rings.

Your ringtone.

He lets it go to voicemail as he starts peppering kisses on the girl’s neck. He gets distracted, however, by the sound of a message notification.

rin, i need u

Suna scoffs at the message. You ignore him for days and then now you need him?

Another chime.

pls rintarou

He’s about to type a response when your caller ID flashes. He rolls his eyes. Who do you think you are, to get to ignore him and then call when you only need him?

And then an idea pops in his mind. He swipes right and carefully places his phone on his nightstand. Then, he lifts the girl on his lap and maneuvers her on her back. He smirks at his phone and proceeds to fuck the girl hard, whispering in her ear, “Scream as loud as you can, slut.”

———————

You drop your phone as soon as you hear the other side of the call. When you called Suna for a distraction from the pain you were currently in, you didn’t expect to get this. You knew he sleeps with others, but for him to make you listen on purpose… especially since he knows you like him…

The sound of sex is still audible from where your phone landed and you quickly reached for it, swiping through the cracked screen for the call to end.

You close your eyes, already feeling the tears, and clench the phone in your hand. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts so much. Everything hurts. And the worst part? You can’t bring yourself to hate Suna.

So, you clutch at your heart as you start to sob, slumping down on the cold floor of the hospital rooftop.

———————

Twenty days.

Almost three weeks since you last saw each other but it feels like months to Suna already (It’s not like he’s keeping track, he reminds himself). It’s not like this is the first time that the two of you went without seeing each other for a long time, but the past times, the two of you at least sexted or even indulged in calls.

But, something is bugging him. He feels like there is something different this time. He’s not just sure what to do.

“Oi, Suna,” Osamu’s voice calls from across the field. He suppresses a glare, remembering how the gray-haired twin was with you while you were ignoring him.

“What the fuck do you want, ‘Samu?”

Osamu sighs as he stops in front of him and runs a hand through his hair. “How’s Y/N?”

Suna rolls his eyes. Is his friend trying to fuck with him? “How the hell am I supposed to know? I haven’t talked to her in weeks.”

The smug look that he’s expecting to see on the twin’s face is nowhere to be seen. Instead, Osamu has a confused expression. “But she told me...” He slaps his forehead. “Damn it! So you don’t know where she is?”

“I told you, we haven’t talked lately. What the fuck are you so worried about? She your girlfriend or something?” Suna hates how he sounds bitter asking the question. But more than that, he hates how there’s an uneasy feeling stirring deep within him.

“Y/N hasn’t attended any of the classes we share together and when I asked her friends, they told me they haven’t heard from her either. The last time I talked to her, she told me she’ll be okay and that she’ll be calling you. Did she call you?”

Suna thinks back to ten days ago, when you texted and called him. He remembers your message about you needing him. And then he remembers what he did.

Fuck. He swallows and replies, “No. Why the fuck are you so concerned anyway?”

Osamu shakes his head. “Do you know anything at all about Y/N? Or you only know parts of her body?”

“The fuck are you getting at, ‘Samu?”

“Her family? Her background?”

He remembers that time when you two fucked during your birthday and you confessed to him how no one really knows your true birthday because you were left as a baby at the doorsteps of an orphanage at the time you were around two to three months old. It was the first time he stayed the night over your place and you slept with his arms around you.

He decides not to mention it to Osamu, partly because he’s not sure what the twin knows, and mainly because he wants to keep that memory to himself. “What does any of that have anything to do with her being missing in action for days?”

He gets surprised when Osamu pushes him lightly. “Are you really stupid, Suna? Do you really not care for Y/N?”

Suna pushes back. “Why would I when she has you to care for her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“She ignored me for days and then I saw her story that she’s with you!” This is not jealousy, this is not jealousy. “Are you two fucking?”

“You asshole,” Osamu hisses at him. “That’s when she heard the news that Miss D, the one who raised her, was terminally ill. She went to me because she didn’t want to burden you. And the last time I talked to her? When she was supposed to call you? That’s the night Miss D passed away. And as much as I wanted to be there for her, I knew you’re the one who can comfort her so I encouraged her to call you.”

Suna’s heart drops at Osamu’s words. He’s fucking fucked. Shit. He needs to find you. So, without a beat, he leaves Osamu and sprints towards the parking lot.

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You’ve been lost for the past ten days. After Miss D died, you went back to the orphanage where you grew up and stayed there until the funeral was over. Now it’s time for you to go back to your dorm. To go back to the real world.

You haven’t checked your phone for days and the moment you turned it on, you’re bombarded by messages from your friends and Osamu. You blindly scroll past them, looking for one particular name but only to fail to see a message from him.

It’s as if the thought summons him as your phone rings with his caller ID flashing on the screen. Your heart skips a beat and you hesitantly swipe right. “H-hello?”

“Where the fuck are you?” He sounds like he’s angry and... concerned?”

“Um, on the way home?”

“I asked where you are and you need to tell me your specific location.”

“But... why?”

“Fuck,” he mutters at the other end of the line. “Just tell me! I’m coming to pick you up.”

You’re confused and nervous at his tone but you quickly tell him the bus station where you’re waiting at. You sit at the shed and wait, though you’re not sure what to expect once Suna arrives.

It’s not even fifteen minutes after the call when Suna arrives with his car. You’re about to get in the shotgun seat when the door to the driver’s seat opens and Suna rushes out.

What happens next surprises you. He immediately walks towards you, leans down and embraces you. Before you can react, he whispers three words in your ear. Three words that you never thought you’d hear from him.

“I miss you.”

You freeze in his arms as you hear his confession. Trying to step back a little so you can look at his face, he stops by holding you closer to his body. “Shh... I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long. Let me hold you.”

“Suna-”

“Rin,” he corrects, “You call me ‘Rin’, right?” You feel him sigh against you. “Let’s go to my place?” This time, he’s the one to pull back and looks down at you.

His eyes are not holding the usual uninterested gaze. He’s looking at you like you’re the only one that matters at this moment. Your heart beats loudly and you nod slowly.

Suna lets out a sigh of relief, as if he’s been worried you would decline. As if you ever said ‘no’ to his invites to his place. He gazes at your face and cups a hand against your cheek. “Are you okay?”

And those three words break you. Tears begin to silently stream down your face at Suna’s question. It’s not helping that he’s gently wiping them away. “W-Why are you doing this, Rin?”

He takes a deep breath and puts his forehead against you. “I miss you. It’s been hell without you...”

“What do you mean?”

He slightly pulls back and looks at your eyes intently. “I think I have some sort of feelings for you.” He gulps. “I’m tired of denying it. I care for you, Y/N.”

Your heart bursts at what he says and you want to believe him, you badly want to believe him. But... “That day, though? You purposely made me listen, didn’t you?”

A look of guilt passes over his face. “I wanted to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

Suna looks away, a faint blush on his cheeks. “I saw your IG story with Osamu and...”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “You were jealous?”

He doesn’t answer and instead reaches for your hand. “We have a lot to talk about, okay? But first, let’s go back to my place.” He must have seen the look on your face. “We won’t fuck. I mean, that’s not that first thing we’ll do once we reach my place. We need to talk first. Okay?”

“Okay.”

He pulls you toward his car and opens the door for you. Once you’re seated, he walks around and enters the driver’s seat. He starts the car and as soon as he’s driving, his right hand lets go of the wheel and reaches across for yours.

You try to swat his hand away. “Focus on driving!”

“I’m focused!” he retorts and tries to hold your hand again, succeeding this time. “I’ve always wanted to hold your hand outside of fucking.”

His blunt words make you blush. “Rin...”

You see him send you a glance and when his eyes are back on the road, you see a small smirk on his lips. “You’re cute. It’s as if we don’t regularly fuck. Don’t worry, after tonight, that still won’t change.”

You squeal in embarrassment and pulls your hand away, covering your face. “I’m not speaking to you until we’re at your place!”

Suna only chuckles in response.

----End of Part 2----

taglist: @cookieempress2, akaashis-wife, naturakaashi, getinloserweregoinshopping 

[sa0pipi]

I have 0 ideas whats up with colors but I know its messing up my coloring I will try to fix that problem tomorrow sobs/ 

I planed to do more expressions of sans but for now this will do-

I ALSO WANT TO SAY THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH FOR 200 (curently 250 omg-) FOLLOWERS PIPI IS SUPER HHAPY ILY ALL !! I will work hard to give u more Undertale content! hu hu hu-

[shadowhunters-imagines]

JUST A MISTAKE |Jace Herondale x reader/Simon Lewis x reader.

A/N: gif is not mine

Y/N-your name.

This is gonna be sad you guys!

I was in my bedroom with Jace.Making out.Nothing out of control but things were getting heated and i didn't knew how to stop everything.Actually i was a virgin and not sure that i want to lose my virginity right now...I love Jace with all of my heart but i just don't feel ready for that ...

I tried to push Jace off me while he was on top of me sucking on my neck. "Jace" i whispered but he take it as a moan and slipped his hand under my skirt..I tried to push him slightly but he didn't seem to realise that...He tried to push my skirt down and then i pushed him a little bit harder. He sat up looking at me dissapointed.

"Why do you always stop me when we try something Y/N?" He said angry "I just don't think that i am ready yet" i said in an ashamed tone.."You don't think that you are ready?We are togheter for a year!To me doesen't seem faire to tease me and let me think that we were going to ACTUALLY do something!"he yelled at me..I was scared ,he never yelled at me like that before..

He sat in the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees..We sat in that weird silence until he spoke again "I think we should break up.." that broke my heart in a million pieces "Why ?" I asked trying to not cry.."Do you really think that i will wait for you forever?I have my needs Y/N !the needs that you should resolve ,not myself!We are done!" He said in a harsh tone and left the room..

I couldn't help the tears that were burning my eyes and started sobbing..He was with me only to get in my pants? All i could do was to cry until i fall asleep..

It passed 7 months since then.. The thing that hurted me the most was that he never came to apologise..And i realised that i have only a best friend ..Simon ..Izzy and Alec stopped talking to me after me and Jace broke up..

Curently i was sitting in the training room training with Simon..Since he became a vampire he got some moves:)) I was almost winning when i fall on top of him..We looked at each others eyes and leaned in.Our lips touched instantly and we kissed.It was a sweet simple kiss,something that i never experimentated with jace..My thoughts were intrerupted by Simon..My Simon..That sounds really good..."Y/N i-i was w-wondering if you wanted to maybe be my girlfriend?"he said sluttering in a nerdy cute way..I always loved that at Simon..His innocence ..At that moment at realised that i was happier with Simon and i was slowly falling in love.."I would love to Simon" i said while pecking his lips ..I realised that i was still on top of him so i got up imediatly followed by him blushing...I was so happy in such a long time..

Little did we know that Jace saw all the thing and cried all night realising that he lost his everything just because of his big mistake and his selfness..

A/N: just to know english is not my first language so please be nice..If you want an imagine please send me a request!❤

[theprinceofflies]

Have you ever watched the video of porcupines wasting mini pumpkins? 🎃

i assume you mean this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_dnB3IapeAA

and no my heart has been opened up.

HIs name is teddy bear and i love him. i'm curently sobbing over a porcupine eating a pumpkin

[ladykeane]

hi! i just read the fic 'clausura' on ao3 and i really liked the premise so could i request something with reg helping bertie through a panic attack in the bertie's blog verse? i've been having quite a few recently and i wish i had someone like reg to help me through them. thank you!!

Prompt (finally) filled! I hope you don’t mind Nonny, but I switched the script and had Bertie help Reg instead.

I try not to put too much real world strife into this series, but I think COVID-19 is too invasive to ignore. Wash your hands, follow medical advice, and keep calm and carry on. Also practice good mental self-care if you don’t have a household Wooster to do it for you!

‘Who was that Scottish chappie, Reg?’‘Bertram?’‘You know, the one who always banged on about schemes and gangs and aglets, or something.’It took me a moment to detangle the meaning of my beloved’s question.‘You may be referring to the poet Burns, and the oft-quoted excerpt of his poem “To A Mouse”:“The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley,an’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, for promis’d joy!”’‘That’s it. Someone ought give him an editorial spot with The Independent.’‘I fear it would be a posthumous one, Bertram.’‘Oh. Shame, that.’

I suspect that Bertram was musing on the peculiar times that we curently find ourselves in: a land of toilet paper scarcity, face masks, and widespread uncertainty. He had just come home from a foraging trip through the local supermarkets. Though he looked somewhat the worse for wear, had scored a few bags of root vegetables, some bulk wet wipes, and a good four kilograms of cat litter. His Code of the Woosters had driven him to volunteer for the onerous task. I quickly moved to prepare a pot of his favoured Darjeeling.

My own onerous task for the day had been an earlier phone call to my mother, informing her that the intricate and expensive planning that we’d gone through for my wedding to Bertram would, for now, amount to naught. The immediate future was a grey fog, and no-one could say for sure when it would be safe to re-schedule the ceremony.‘Was Rani alright when you phoned?’ Bertram asked, casting an errant shred of packing foam from his hair, before scrubbing his hands raw under the kitchen tap.‘She bore up. She wishes to give the catering company a very stern phone call for their refusal to refund our deposit. But as she is currently so busy at the medical centre, I doubt she will find the time or energy.’'I imagine the old girl has her hands full with panicking tabloid readers, eh?’'Quite so, Bertram. She told me that more of her time has been spent counselling healthy young people with the sniffles, than administering to her truly vulnerable patients.’'Blackguards. May they all run out of loo roll!’'Indeed.’We then passed a more sedate afternoon over our laptops. Bertram meticulously tended to his famous blog, while I prepared some documents for a fastidious client, keen to protect her assets against the variable economic climate. The cats, who were quite pleased with our increased presence in the flat, snoozed together on the tabletop between us.As I rose for a second cup of tea, I considered their purring, languid forms. Not for the first time, I urged myself to maintain my my sangfroid. It was in unsettled times like this that my reputedly cool demeanour was truly put to the test. While I would not confess to being a total control freak, I do appreciate order and consistency a great deal. It is the environment in which I best flourish, and I confess that the mounting chaos around us had been persistenly pricking at my nerves.

As I poured the remaining tea, I recieved a phone call from an unknown number.'Hello, this is Reginald Jeeves.’'Good afternoon, Mr Jeeves, I’m calling from Bethnal Green Medical Centre. I understand that you are a co-worker of a Mrs Beatrice Akinyemi?’'Yes, she is a paralegal at my firm.’ I felt my insides begin to clench.'Have you been in contact with Mrs Akinyemi within the last fourteen days, sir?’'I saw her at the office just a few days ago.’'I am obliged to inform you that she has recently tested positive for COVID-19. Given your recent contact, you and your household will be obliged to self isolate for a minimum of fourteen days, and monitor the onset of any symptoms. Have you or any of your houshold members experienced a high fever or persistent coughing?’My words stuck in my throat, and my heartbeat accelerated.'Sir?’'Is Bea alright?’'She last reported some mild flu-like symptoms, but she is not currently in a critical condition. As she is not in a high-risk category, her prospects of a full recovery are good. Can you please confirm if you or any of your household have been experiencing related symptoms?’’…No.’'Are any of your household members over the age of sixty, or do they have a pre-existing autoimmune condition?’'Paul… he’s not in my household, he is my co-worker. He and his husband are-’'We will be contacting Mr Seppings, to advise him of this development.’'Thank you.’'Should you develop any symptoms, your household will need to remain in self-isolation for a further fourteen days. Please refer to the NHS website to keep up to date with any developments. And do try not to worry too much. These are necessary precautions, which are in place to minimise the spread of the virus. You and your colleagues will likely be fine, long-term.’I nodded tightly, unable to find further words.After an uneasy pause, 'Have yourself a good day, Mr Jeeves.’ The line went dead.

The last I had seen of Bea had been last Friday, shuffling listlessly out of the office doors, laden down with a loot of groceries. She had two loud, hungry teenage sons at home.I thought of Paul and Anatole. Both were ex-smokers, their lungs still in the process of repairing decades of damage. I thought of my mother, swamped with desperate patients, a face mask clamped over her mouth.

I was suddenly unable to get enough air into my own lungs. My throbbing hearbeat seemed to overtake everything, pounding in my throat and my ears. I gripped at the kitchen counter with trembling clawed fingers. What was worst was the blank terror in my mind, my inability to think my way out of the paralysis. This godawful panic had saturated its way through my whole body.

The kitchen door opened behind me, Bertram bearing his own empty teacup.'Reg…?’ His voice was delicate.I tried not to sob as I felt tears escape my eyes.

After a few moments, his slow, slippered footsteps approached, and he softly draped his slender form upon my back. His arms slipped around my waist, and he rested his head on my shoulder. With my sharp, jagged inhales, his curls began to tickle my face.I could feel his own breaths, deep, even, tender. His body was a reassuring weight, and his hands began stroking up and down my arms.

'Come with meAnd you’ll beIn a world of pure imaginationTake a look and you’ll seeInto your imagination…’

We’ll beginWith a spinTravelling in the world of my creationWhat we’ll see will defy explanation…’

As he sang, my heartbeat gradually slowed, falling in time with the unhurried tempo he had set. The tear tracks dried on my face.I found my words once more. 'Willy Wonka, Bertram?’'Well… you look like you could use some chocolate.’

He sat me down, and presented me with a family block of Cadbury’s along with my refreshed tea.'That was Bea’s GP. She has tested positive, so we must isolate for the next two weeks.’'Ah, well.’ He broke off a large piece and popped it in his mouth. 'It was bound to happen to one of us, sooner or later. Knowing Bea, her immune system’s already got the dratted thing running scared. Have you called her?’Tightness constricted my throat again, and Bertram was surprisingly astute. He rested his hand on mine. 'She’ll be alright, I promise you. So will the others. Anatole’s arsenal of garlic-heavy dishes will will be a formidable first defence, for one thing.’

I exhaled heavily. ’…I haven’t had such an episode of panic since secondary school.’ I felt a layer of shame now pressing upon my ravaged core.Bertram tsked. 'Oh, I got panic attacks all the time at Eton. Must have been all the stress from constantly dodging my house master’s fury. It always helped to cocoon myself in bed. I hope that the spindly Wooster corpus provided a passable impromptu shock blanket for you!’He laughed lightly, then his gaze settled on mine. I was pulled into a lengthy embrace. He spoke no more, instead imparting all that I needed through his sweet, balmy presence.

***

'You wouldn’t believe what a help my Simon has been,’ Bea told me, her congested voice even more distorted through the phone. 'Made a pea and ham soup last night that was actually edible. He even found a carton of my favourite ice-cream at the back of the Tesco freezer!’'So your appetite is still sound?’ I questioned.'Yeah, just have to deal with this bloody cough. Otherwise, staying in my PJs and binge-watching telly all day has been quite the holiday. The doc told me I’ll likely recover just fine.’'I am relieved to hear it.’'You just make sure you’re looking after yourself, Reg.’ Her tone had turned stern and auntly. 'Though I’m sure that that Bertram of yours is nursing you well proper. Do as he says, alright?’'I will be sure to.’'I’m gonna start on season 3 of “The Crown”, now. I promise I’ll keep spoilers to myself. Talk soon, love.’'Take care, Bea.’

I hung up, turning my attention to Vasily, warm and pliant in my lap. I scratched his ears and he purred deeply.'Dinner will be ready in about five, Reg,’ Bertram announced from the kitchen. 'Is beans on spelt toast with sauted red onions alright?’I chuckled to myself. 'That will be superlative, my shaman.’

[gammatreis]

CURENTLY DRUNK AF AND JUST STUMVLING THRU TUMBLR!! SPELL CHECK IS MY BFF AND I SEEN YOUR ART FOR MY FAV ANGRY TRASH ZEBRA HUSBANDO!! :D ILY SO KUCH RIGHT NOW!! *UGLY SOBS*

THE DRINK HAS MADE YOU SUSEPTIBLE TO MY WILES.

Exxxcellent

[americaswritings]

Home

Summary: Steve is missing and you are a mess.

Words: 720

Warnings: Looots of fluff

Pairing: Steve x reader

A/N: Finally I managed to write a short oneshot. I don’t know what to think of this though..

Tags are open! Only through asks!

You were sitting near your window, watching people pass by. 

It had been months since Steve, your boyfriend, had gone on a mission. It was supposed to endure not more than 2 days, but Steve, nor the other avengers had returned yet.

Day to day your anxiety grew. You knew of the risks and what it meant to be captain americas girlfriend, but Steve had always returned on time. Sometimes the missions took a little longer, but never more than a month.

Silent tears rolled down your cheeks. You couldn't lose Steve, not now, not ever.

Every day you returned from work only to spend the rest of the day waiting for him to return. Every time you hoped that this was the day, the day he would come home to you, but nothing happened.

The holidays had passed and while everyone had celebrated and spend the days with their loved ones, you waited and cried. Your family wasn't living close to you and you had no friends except from Wanda and Natasha, who where missing too.

Steve and you had become a couple years ago and you couldn't imagine your life without him anymore. You had always feared to let someone into your life so much that you relied on them more than anything, but it had happened. Steve was your everything and there was a great chance that he wasn't even alive anymore.

You sobbed even more at that thought. He couldn’t leave you like this.

A noise behind you made you turn around, but there was nothing. Just the same old door that lead into the bedroom, wher you were curently at. 

You turned back to the window and pulled your sleeves closer to your hands. It had become cold in New York. There had even been a little bit of snow, but the white flakes that had once made you so excited, didn’t wake your interest at all. 

It reminded you of the first time it had snowed when you and Steve were a couple. You had ran outside and played in the snow and Steve hadn’t stopped smiling the whole day. 

He had told you that he didn’t like snow, because it was cold and would get ugly once it got a little warmer, but he loved to see that it made you so happy.

Once again you heared a noise behind you, but this time you didn’t bother to turn around. It probably came from the other apartment: the walls were as thin as paper.

A knock on the door, made you frown. “This isn’t you”, you mumbled to yourself. 

“What if it’s me?”, a well known voice replied and you froze in shock. Turning around you saw Steve, his face a little bruised, but nothing serious looking.

He was alive.

“Is this real?”, you whispered, not daring to make a move, afraid that your head was playing tricks on you and Steve would disappear once you moved towards him.

“Yes- yes this is real.” His voice was quiet and began to crack at the end.

You broke free from your chair and ran towards him. He opened his arms and you collided with his body, the force nearly making you both fall over. But Steve caught you, like he always did.

He wrapped his strong arms around your trembling body, stroking your back in soft and comforting moves. 

“I thought you were dead”, you cried out and he rocked you in his arms. “Shh, it’s okay. I am alright”, he whispered and you clung onto him even more.

Slowly he let go so he could press his forehead against yours. He needed to see your face. After the time he had been gone, not knowing if he would make it out alive and if he would see your face again, he needed to know you were by his side.

“I missed you so much”, he confessed and tears filled his eyes. “I missed you more”, you chuckled while tears ran down your cheeks. “That can’t be true”, Steve grinned and moved down to capture your lips in a kiss.

You melted under the touch, his lips as soft and warm as you remembered them.

“Don’t leave me ever again”, you sobbed when you broke apart.

“Never”, he smiled, embracing you once more.

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Supergirl Discussion: The Dream Team. (S3:11)

Monday’s episode of Supergirl, titled Fort Rozz, has become an instant favorite of mine.  Throughout this episode I was laughing, dramatically sobbing, cheering, happy crying.... basically felling ALL of the emotions in the best way.  We were blessed with some of the most unexpected character pairings that could not have worked any better.  So why was this team up necessary?  Our titular hero needed to gain some Intel on the all-powerful Samantha Reign.  The only way to do so was to travel to Fort Rozz to find the Kryptonian Priestess who has been imprisoned since before the destruction of Kyrpton, which meant she knows what the endgame of the season is going to be about.  Also the prison is still filled with enemies that despise the house of El.  Oh yeah, the prison is now orbiting a blue star that is poisonous to all those of the male gender containing a Y-Chromosome, and Supergirl will have no powers because there is no yellow sun.  In order to combat these obstacles, Kara basically created her own all-female legion of superheroes, which resulted in one of the best episodes of Supergirl to ever grace our screens.  Supergirl, Matilda  Saturn Girl, Livewire, and Regina George Psi are off to try and save the world while Brainy (Who I could write an entire dissertation about how much I love him), Mon-El, Winn, and J’onn stayed back at the DEO to provide support.  Everyone was rightfully hesitant about this team up at first, but Reign was a clear and intimidating common enemy that they all wanted and needed to take down.  There are no words that I can type that will do justice to the dialogue and banter between all of the characters this episode so I’ll ask you guys to respond with some of  your favorite lines!  I think I’m gonna have to put down the SuperWire Conversation as one of my favorites #SuperWireStrong.  This was a big episode for our anti-hero Leslie Willis, known as Livewire, but I will get back to her a bit later on.  After some punching, interrogating, and exploration of the Kryptonian Alcatraz, SuperWire eventually found the Priestess.  Well, I wouldn’t say found, I guess it was more like a dementor kidnapped Supergirl away, let her nap a bit, and took her straight to the Priestess.  If only they greeted our new number one squad, watch out Swift, at the door.  Thank you kind Kryptonian dementor!  I kind of hope we see more of them but back to the Priestess.  I hate her.  She was very rude and I don’t have any kind words about her.  She told us a horribly prophecy, which I’m curently theorizing about and might possibly post about it so let me know if you guys would be interested in that!  At the very least at least she let Supergirl know that there are in fact more WorldKillers out there, so hopefully she gets to recruiting a bigger and badder squad stat (A girl can dream right).  Unfortunately our Dream Team had some additional obstacles courtesy of a solar flare that left the ship our hero’s used to get to Fort Rozz plummeting into the blue star.  Matilda and Regina George stayed behind to try and change the course of the ship so when Reign arrived to murdered the no good Priestess and Kill Supergirl, her only back up was Livewire.  This battle against Reign proved to be the worst one yet and resulted in the death of a hero, Livewire.  She sacrificed herself just as Reign, whose powers don’t rely on something as trivial as the sun, was about to laser Supergirl out of existence.  It was a truly noble and heartbreaking sacrifice.  This is the death of a character that I am truly sad I won’t be able to see on the small screen again.  Well done writers.  The only reason Reign was not victorious, is because Psi came through to get all psychological on our villain and the human attributes that Reign was so worried about in the begging of the episode rendered her nearly defenseless for a brief moment.  This was the first moment we saw her humanity, which was a very, very, big moment.  Supergirl got a taste of the Jekyll and Hyde situation that unknown to her, her bestie of a few Weeks (Months right?)  is dealing with.  I will admit, I do like Samantha and I love her relationship with Ruby, which does help in making this situation even more heartbreaking.  Of course Kara blames herself for Livewire’s death (Please play barracuda at her memorial) which lead to one of the season’s greatest Karamel Scenes.  It felt like season two all over again... except for the fact that he is married, 7 years wiser, and has incredible facial hair.  I’m glad they were finally able to converse again.  It was a very sweet and brief moment that they both needed.  Lots of progress all over the place this episode!  Mon-El reminded Kara that whenver all of the adds are stacked against her, she finds a way and that sometimes Kara manages to find a way and save the day before Supergirl can.  I don’t know if you were able to tell but I thoroughly enjoyed this episode.  Don’t worry I didn’t Forget about Alex.  I did forget about James and Lena thought.  I guess they have to work but were probably secretly making out somewhere.  Anyway back to Alex, she spent the episode with her daughter babysitting Ruby and putting the fear of the FBI into children cyber bullying everywhere.  She also broke my Sanvers heart with they way she responded to the Maggie Text.  Acting 10 out of 10.  The episode ended with two very important scenes.  The Dream Team lost a member while the Anti-Dream team began to grow.  We saw the awakening of the newest WorldKiller after she was not crushed to death by two vehicles she was sandwhiched between.  Just as important, Sam finally confided in Alex about her black outs and loss of time, which is extremely crucial to the development of this season.  This is the scene I have been waiting for and now the big reveal will only be in a matter of time.  I am very excited to see what comes next.

- Was this one of your favorite episodes?

-Did Supergirl create a Stronger Female Squad than Taylor Swift?

-Will Brainy, Mon-El, and Winn move to an apartment in NYC so we can get the spin off that we all deserve? (Please contact me if you have the power to make this happen because we should not deny the people what they want) -Real talk:  I have not written many reviews before so whether it’s positive or negative feedback please tell me what you enjoyed and what you did not!  Also please feel free to discuss the episode or message me with any questions! Until Next Time!    

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I'm not sure if admin Juju or Even is dealing with finals still, but I hope that it is going alright! I believe in you! It seems like you both have been working hard on this blog, so please try not to overwork yourselves! We can wait! Especially if you are busy studying or doing something else that's important! ^-^ What are your favorite seasons? And why? I really enjoy fall! All the colors of the leaves and the cooler weather! I hope you both have a wonderful day/night!

This is the sweetest thing ever..Thanks so much for taking time to do this! I (Even) already have holidays, so everything’s okay now. I really try to write as much as I can for this blog, but the ADD makes it kinda difficult tbh. My favourite season is winter, I love the cold and the feeling in your nose when you’re close to a radiator (maybe that doesn’t make sense but I love it) feeling the cool breeze in your hands when you go out and the clothes, oversized tops and thigh jeans, and the blanckets! Well it’s curently 5:22 am here and it’s the best moment of the day as we get like 42 celsious degrees and now it’s just cool and nice.You too have a nice day/night hun, and thanks for sending in this wonderful ask! _Even

IM SOBBING!!! YOURE SO CUTE WTFFF 💖💖 Ilysm !! And my fav season is fall, i love the chilly weather and the coffee and scary movies. And all the cute girls and guys. It’s just that feeling you get when it’s fall ya know ~juju

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Mar. 5 2018 1:16am

it feels nice to go to the gym, to focus on yourself, to accept the person you curently are and physically improve yourself. I laid in bed until 1pm and was just laying there, feeling so hopeless.All I could feel was in my back of my head that unless I get up better myself there will be no change. I wanted to run forever. while i was on the treadmill I was thinking about all the things Ive ever doubted myself in. Going to class and being unable to learn anything, running any mile or 20 minute run in gradeshool.. and despite whether i succeeded or was able to finish, I didnt believe or trust in myself. I would throw myself in anything and muscle my way to the end, questioning whether i really can do it myself. Despite how well the outcome was, Ive never been able to believe myself until the very end. Ive seen it in almost everything I do and say and think. constantly questioning my abilities.. i could never focus because i was always thinking of how the possibility of giving up and failing and making wrong decisions. if i have all the time in thr world to take a test but i truly had real confidence the first answer id select would be the only answer Id bubble in considering if i thoight about everything i knew about the topic. Id lways keep looking back to even see if i made a single mis bubble and change any answers i had thr slightest doubt about. Such a glaring weakness.. never focusing on the correct answers .. with my own experiences and knowledge.. i became so afraid and wrapped into the opinions of others.. ive been neglecting my own personal experiences and discounting everything Ive been thro.. ppl Ive met, memories Ive made, thoughts Ive struggled and went through. never revealing truths about myself ..

To believe.. it the ability to act despite knowing the truth of an outcome or of information u do not know.

anywho, it felt so gr8 to exercise thinking only about bettering myself and not comparing my self to the ppl around me at the gym. i felt so relaxed after wards and my thoughts felt clear, unanxious.

I was trying my best to keep my mind off of Tiffany the whole day. i thought about the day she was crying.. calling me behind tears and sobs, and then again face to face. one on one. I wished I couldve gave her a big warm hug.. but i was too afraid of making it natural.. of the appropriate things to do. being very gentle and understanding I listened to her and I shared my kindest heartfelt encouragement. Being able to cheer her up and simply being able to see her laugh and smile after all that was enough for me to be genuinely happy about. I truely just want her to be the happiest whether if thats with me or someone else. Im happy to be able that I can be around at her lowest times and Id do anything to stop her from crying. whether she feels anywhere close to how im feeling for her or as anywhere near as a close friend, im so glad she let me be apart of her life. im rootig for her.

as for myself I will be the best person I can possibly become. recenetly ive been having so much fun watching stand up comedy and other funny thinga.. the wholesome feeling of laughing and genuinely smile.. its truely a blessing, and an amazing power. I really want to be able to learn for myself how to become even funnier, itd be simply amazing to be able to make ppl smile and laugh despite all the harsh and lonely things in this world.