#someone called me ‘fucking annoying’ over the phone one time and i CRIED

[andichoseyou]

thinking about the time i told a guy calling doctors offices (for work) is scary because doctors are really mean over the phone and all he said was “just hang up on them” ???? buddy my job is to talk to them/get through to them for confirmations for the customers, if i hang up im doing a disservice to the customer which is like the worst thing u could possibly do at the company i work for JDBDBBD i WISH i could hang up

[rileyslibrary]

It’s lunchtime at the military base, and you can’t decide what to eat. Ghost is getting hangry.

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“It’s a simple question,” he says. “What do you want?”

“I don’t know, Lieutenant.”

“Are you hungry?” He asks and lifts his hands.

“Yes, sir.”

“What exactly are you hungry for?”

“I-I don’t know.”

He drops his arms to his sides and sits at the corner of his desk. He touches the back of his neck with one hand while supporting himself with the other.

“Every fucking day, you do this to me,” he murmurs. “If you don’t decide this time, I’ll go eat alone.”

“Oh! Is that so?” You squint and hunch forward at your desk.

“Yes!” He yells as he stands up and walks towards you. “Yes, I will. In fact, I would love to.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and your jaw drops. How dare he? You’d been teammates for years, sticking with him through thick and thin, never betraying him once. But now he...

“...Would love to?!”

“That’s right!” He snaps and slams his hands against your desk. “So, for the last time: What. Will. It. Be?”

You lean back in your chair and bite your pen while considering your options. Ghost’s gaze darts from you to the pen, then back. He groans and grabs the pen from your hand, tossing it to the side.

“Pens are off the menu today,” he declares, snapping his fingers, “I need an answer. Now.”

Dumfounded, you stare at the pen on the floor. If someone else had done this to you, you would have slapped them in the face. Worse, if he had watched anyone else treat you that way, he would have ripped their limbs off their body.

But he’s hangry. As insignificant as this conversation appears, he doesn’t handle his hunger with the same poise he handles other, more complex situations. Not only that, but your indecisiveness doesn’t help, either. You need to make a decision quickly, so you sit up straight and place your hands on the table.

“What are my options again?” you ask.

“Pizza or burger.” He replies sternly.

“I don’t want piz—”

“Burger it is, then,” he says with a nod. He knocks his knuckles twice on the desk and strides towards the office door.

“W-wait, Ghost, wait!”

He sighs and leans against the door, his hand on the handle.

“I don’t like the base’s burgers.” You mumble.

“Nobody likes the base’s burgers!” he yells. “But we still eat them!”

“I was wondering,” you say and lower your voice, “if there is another choice?”

He’s softly bashing his head against the door, and you try to persuade him that there should be a third option—a vegetarian meal, perhaps. In response, he begins making whimpering noises. He’s the one getting on your nerves now.

“You know what?” you snap, “I’ll go check by myself.”

He extends a hand in your direction and shows you his palm.

“No, no, no, no!” he cries. “You join the others in the queue, and the entire base will starve until you decide!”

You scoff at his sarcasm, and he opens the door.

“Listen,” he says, “I’ll go check and call you, okay?”

“LIEUTENANT!” you shout, but he slams the door behind him. You peek over at his desk. “You forgot your phone...” you murmur to yourself.

The lieutenant was a very cold man when you first met him. His responses were limited to yeses and nos with the occasional shrug, and he never joined you in everyday job activities, especially at lunchtime. You’d always eat alone in the mess hall, and if your breaks coincided with that of Gaz or Soap’s, you’d sit with them and eat lunch together. Ghost would normally sit in the office or hide in a corner around the base and eat since he didn’t want anyone to see him without his mask. But slowly, he came to trust you all with his face, and you’d eat together, locked in your office.

You look at the time. Given his hunger when he left, he should have returned five minutes ago. What if he gave up on you and is already eating with the rest? Sure, your indecisiveness annoys him, especially since he has to deal with it daily, but he’d never let you eat alone, right? On the other hand... he may be trying to teach you a lesson.

You take another glance at the time. This doesn’t feel right. You start cleaning up your desk to head for the kitchen, but someone knocks on the door.

“It’s open,” you announce, “come on in!”

“I’ve got my hands full.” You hear Ghost reply.

You walk up to the door and swing it open. Ghost stands there with a serving trolley full of dishes.

“Thanks,” he murmurs while he pushes the trolley inside the office.

“You forgot your phone!” you inform him.

“I didn’t forget it,” he says as he stops the trolley in front of your desk. “I’d rather put my bare hand in a fire and let it simmer than add a third option to your dilemma and let you decide while there’s a queue of starving soldiers behind me.”

He removes the plates from the trolley and arranges them on your desk. “Here’s the fucking pizza, the fucking shitburger, and the tofu version of the shitburger.”

He places another plate with five pizza slices on his desk. He removes his mask and immediately slaps a piece in his mouth.

“That’s a lot of food, Lt.,” you whisper, scanning the plates before you.

He turns his head towards you and keeps chewing. “Yeah,” he says, swallowing, “better have all the options in front of you than squeeze any reserve of patience I have left.”

You take a slice of pizza from your tray and bite into it.

He stares at you, raises his plate to the sky, and rambles about how “you didn’t want pizza before.” You clarify that, while you still don’t want pizza, it appears to be the best option among the three.

“However,” you continue, “I would murder for a good burger.”

He swallows and takes a second pizza slice from his plate.

“I know a place,” he explains. “We can go tonight.”

“Lieutenant, you smooth operator!” you tease, “like on a date?”

He nods and takes another mouthful. He doesn’t even bother looking at you. He’s too preoccupied with nourishing his massive body to worry about your mocking.

“What kind of a place is it?” You ask.

“It’s a shithole,” he says, “but it does the best burgers you’ve ever had.”

“So, what should I wear?”

He stops eating and aggressively shakes his head.

“Nuh-uh,” he says. “I won’t get involved in your woes again—I’ll give you the address, and you’ll be there at 8 p.m.”

“Are you going to email me the menu so I can decide what to eat ahead of time?”

He swallows and looks at you. “I wouldn’t worry about that,” he says, taking another bite.

“Why?”

“Because there’s no menu at my place.”

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[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐏𝐭.𝟒 | 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

【Synopsis】 : Hongjoong needed to show you how much he liked you. But he couldn't help but wonder how long he could dance around the fact you were his best friend's sweet, innocent daughter.

『Word count』 : 2.35k

-> Genre: Fluff. Romance. DBF.

Pairing: Dilf!Hongjoong x Park!Reader

[Warnings] : Making out. Nightmares. Slight unspoken trauma. Wet dreams. Flirtish texting. Flirting. Romance some spicy thoughts. mention of sex. mentions of fooling around. lots of staring and pinning. Hongjoong IS the standard. Fluffy, so very fluffy. Insecure thoughts. Reader fell first, but Hongjoong fell harder. Whoops.

Note: Sorry I didn't post last night, I wanted this to be longer, so i had to scrap and start again. But it's done now, hehe. Also, special tags to @mingis-prince @likexaxdaydream @itza-meee @dinossaurz @nopension @mysteriousrainsworld @therealcuppicake for interacting and loving this little series. ♡♡

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Turning the key in the lock of your door, you sigh finally entering your quiet home. Chucking your duffle bag through the door and down the hall, you manage to kick off your shoes and lug the rest of your bags inside. You were sweaty, tired, and plan out annoyed right now. Sexual frustration was not something you needed but here you are. Once the ordeal in the car was over, Hongjoong helped you out of the car, tucking himself back into his pants before exiting the vehicle himself. he bid you goodbye saying he’d see you soon. How soon you didn’t know, but you were fearing to ask, becoming too busy with feeling his lips on yours as he pushed you up against the door of the car. You had hooked up a leg around his waist, moaning for more while his lips explored your jaw and neck.

‘Go home and get some rest angel.’ His words still rang in your head as you showered and hopped into bed. It was just past mid-day but you were so tired, you just closed your curtains and slipped straight under the covers. It didn’t take long for you to pass out, drifting off quickly into a dreamy land where all you could think about was Hongjoong taking you, tasting you. Loving you….

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You had woken up in shock, your nerves feeling shot and hot. It was like all your senses heightened. You hadn’t realized you were having a nightmare until you managed to jump yourself awake. You raked your fingers through your hair feeling the sweat on your brow. This is odd, you thought. You weren't someone to have nightmares, then again you don’t think you’ve ever had nightmares. It wasn’t something your brain did, yet here you were, shaking, reeling over the images your cruel mind had painted. Hongjoong didn’t want you, he was just using you. He just wants to fuck you and leave. He wasn’t going to be with you after taking your virginity.

You felt so stupid. Of course, an older man with years of experience wouldn’t want you as a partner. He just wants some fun, a distraction from his life. You didn’t know how long you cried for but when you finally left your room you noticed the clock on your dining room wall read it was almost ten-thirty. You rubbed your swollen eyes, grabbing your phone off the kitchen counter. You yawned checking your notifications seeing your father asking if you made it back already then complaining you had fallen asleep without calling him. But what caught your eye were messages from an unknown number, the unknown you quickly found out to be Hongjoong.

‘Hey, I got your number from your father. Sorry if that’s weird’ - sent at 8:35 pm

‘I had a really fun time with you’ - sent at 8:36 pm

‘Would it be too forward to ask if you want to go out tonight? I can’t stop thinking about you’ - sent at 8:45 pm

‘Angel did you fall asleep?’ - sent at 9:48 pm

You felt your cheeks hurting at the last one, smiling brightly. It almost made you forget about the anxiousness you were feeling moments ago. You sat down on your couch, staring at the text bubble. You didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to go out? But where? Was he referencing a club? Or a fancy restaurant. Maybe he just wanted to catch a movie… do people his age go to see movies?! you cringed thinking just how childish you could be. Did he think of you as childish? Young? God, you were overthinking again. 

“Okay!” you huffed out, shaking the thought, while sitting straight up. You held your phone with two hands, tapping your thumbs on the screen, sending your thoughts before your mind you take it back…

‘You wanna go out? Where?’ - sent at 10:35 pm

‘No hello? I thought better of you princess.’ - sent at 10:35 pm

you blushed, locking your phone for a moment, and staring at the ceiling. You could practically hear him call you princess. The was his whispers so lowly in your ear while his fingers would be so deep in yours—a ding from your phone shattered your thoughts, looking at the bright screen you read a new message he sent.

‘I wanted to take you out to dinner. But honestly, I’d do anything as long as I get to be around you’ - sent at 10:37 pm

Your heart was jumping, thumping so deeply in your chest that you felt like it was about to burst right out. As long as I get to be around you.. that was the smoothest thing you’ve ever read in your life. He was so charming, a gentleman and you kind of forget that from all the interactions of him spilling filth in your ears. You tried to message back as casually as you could;

‘Dinner sounds fun. But won't everything be closed by now? We don’t have reservations.’ - sent at 10:40 pm

‘Don’t worry about that. Just dress nice and meet me out the front of your apartment building.’ - sent at 10:41 pm

You shut off your phone, practically jumping to your feet. Your nightmare was long gone as you picked out something to wear, deciding on a long pink sundress with little strawberries and a white corset belt to make it look a bit more classy. You found a matching colour shall, finishing your outfit with some white docks with frilly pink socks. You chose to pick them cause, let's face it, you couldn’t wear heels. You’d end up looking like a fawn just learning how to walk and break an ankle or your foot. 

Once you were finally finished you grabbed your phone, seeing it was about ten minutes since Hongjoong sent his message. You couldn’t wait another moment, locking up the doors as best as you could, running down the stairs since the elevator was down—yet again—getting to the exit in no time. You looked out onto the street, feeling the air nip the tip of your nose and eyes slightly water at the change of temperature. “God Doll, you look like you’ve run a marathon.”

“Haaaa.” You pant out closing your eyes. You could hear the older man chuckling at your antics. The way your hair was slightly frizzy. How your chest takes a large batted breath and your corset sits slightly askew. Your face was flushed and red, and his mind went south a tad. He shook it away for a moment, walking up to you. You finally opened your eyes, seeing the broad man was almost flushed against you. He had basic dusty almost black jeans on, one of those old man belts. The dark brown ones that have been worn for years, and no one knows where to get one other than fathers or elderly men. He was wearing a different black shirt. A looser one. It made him seem more relaxed and more… comfortable.

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His car was nothing other than lavish and chic. You’ve never sat in such an expensive car. It felt like sitting in pure diamonds. The leather was soft, and the velvet on the chair detail was magnificent. The radio wasn’t playing, unlike the way you used it as a way to kill the silence in your car. But rather off, letting you and Hongjoong sit in a comfortable silence. His hand never left your leg as soon as you took off. Him driving is one thing, but him driving one-handed. You felt like you were about to melt onto the chair, and by the thin fabric you were wearing, you’re praying you didn’t.

“So are you taking me?” your voice came out a lot shaker than you would have liked but you tried to brush it off nonetheless.

“Somewhere special.” He cooed softly, lovingly squeezing your thigh.

“Special? We don’t need to go somewhere expensive and extravagant, you know.” You laughed. You didn’t need him to spend money on you, cause you knew if given the chance he would. He was just that type of person. He had bought your father over five hundred dollars worth of Lego one time because he wanted to. You still remember the look on your father's face, as if he was about to have a heart attack with how many boxes were stacked in his home office. 

“I want our first date to be lavish. I want to treat you like royalty. Is that too much to ask?” He grunts, briefly smiling in your direction before looking back to the road. You gulped, feeling a wave of butterflies dance in your tummy. Your fingers began tugging at the hem of your dress, feeling a red blush creep on your cheeks.

“Our f-first date…” that’s what he had said. He thought of tonight as a date. Not just hang out time with two friends. The car came to a stop, not noticing you were standing outside valet parking. He unclipped his belt, turning his attention to you with a cheeky smirk on his beautiful features.

“Of course, this is our first date, and I wanna treat my girl to an unforgettable night.” his words made you suck in a sharp breath, not even hiding the way his words affected you. His girl. His. Your heart was doing flips right now. You looked away from him for a moment, hoping it would help calm the racing thump in your chest. But your eyes caught onto the dimly lit restaurant. It was like no one was even here.

“It looks closed. Are you sure we can even get in now?” You had no clue what the time would be. But given you left your place around eleven and you’ve been in the car for about twenty minutes. You knew it was already much too late for anything to be opened. He just clicked his tongue, hopping out of the car, circling the bonnet and stepping in front of your door, opening it for you. 

“Like I said. Don’t worry about it.” he let out a hand for you to take, which you grabbed happily, letting you out of the car. He pulled you snugly against his body, using his free hand to pat down your ass, moving the fabric so he could fall nicely on your figure, he was so attentive, and observant. It made your heart so full of how caring he is. You walked to the front door, your arm snaked tightly with you. Your hand resting snugly on his bicep, you could feel the way his muscle tenses under your fingertip. You had to shake any unholy thoughts that were crossing your mind as you entered the empty restaurant.

There was a row of candles, leading into the building. You turned to Hongjoong seeing his smile had grown brighter, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Well go on.” He let you go, letting you walk slowly down the aisle of lit red and black candles. All the tables were empty and unmade, chairs missing and most likely packed away but in the centre of the room was one table with a beautiful white cloth and a cute little dull lamp in the centre. There was a red curved couch hugging around the dark oak table, gifting anyone who sat down a more intimate setting. You felt tears begin to swell at the sight, no one had ever done something so romantic for you before but now that you mentioned it, your previous one and only partner probably didn’t have a single romantic bone in his body. 

“J-joongie..” You didn’t even notice the pet name as it slipped off your tongue. Hongjoong did, and god did it make his heart skip a beat. He wanted everything to be perfect for you. He wanted, needed to tell you how much he cared. Not just for the sex but for your company. He liked having you around. He loves hearing you laugh every time he says something funny. He loves the way your nose scrunches as the bubbles of the champagne tickle it. He loves the way you love food and describes all the joys and flavours and styles to cook. God, he was thankful now he didn’t give you a home-cooked meal. He would have been too afraid of your critic pallet tasting his mediocre dishes. 

His eyes would crease and smile at everything you say or do. And the outfit you wore made him fall for you even more. Your style was such an opposite to him, but yet it matched him perfectly, like two peas in a pod as his mother would say. If she was here, she would be yelling at him about ‘How have you not asked for to marry you already’. insecurities would settle in soon at that thought… You both like each other. Want to be with each other. And yet. You were his best friend's daughter. You were half his age younger. God, he wished he had met you on the street randomly. Maybe then the relationship would have been easier. Your father would most likely hate him. Heck, would he hate you afterwards? Seducing his older, very single, and very hot friend? 

Forbidden love…

And as the night drew on, you would shimmy closer and closer in the rounded couch until you were flushed next to him. He would talk about his work and his plans in life. And you were speaking about your own ambitions. And, of course, they had to match. Everything was so perfect. Right down to the movies you both liked and the music you both listened to. You were equals in every way.

The question that circled both your minds now was… how long could you keep this a secret?

[auroralwriting]

Corporate heir!Bucky and childhood best friend!reader waking up in an unfamiliar hotel room (after a crazy night) to a bunch of congratulatory messages about their Vegas wedding that they don’t remember having happened at all

vegas lights

corporate heir!bucky barnes x reader

what the hell happened in vegas last night?

warnings: hangover, overall fluff and humor

it’s a little shorter than i normally write but i love it 🫶

The sound of the annoying ping of your phone was the first thing you heard when you woke up, and it was probably what woke you up in the first place. You didn't dare touch your phone yet. The room was still dark and you knew the light of your phone would kill your eyes.

It took a moment before it hit you, there was someone breathing next to you. No, not breathing, but sleeping. A quick glance and you saw it was Bucky.

Now, this wasn't super uncommon. Bucky and you had slept in the same bed before. Nothing sexual or weird, it just happened that during movie nights you both fell asleep. Totally normal for two best friends.

It took you another moment to realize you were just in a bra and underwear, which is when you freaked out.

"Oh my God, Bucky!" You cried, pushing him in the arm lightly. That motion was enough to make him jolt awake, clutching his head as he squinted.

"Jesus, what fuckin' time is it?" He groaned as he slowly sat up. It took him just about as long as you to realize he was almost naked. "And where the fuck are my clothes? Where are your clothes?"

You quickly pulled the sheet up and over your chest as you scooted back against the headboard. You hadn't even noticed your killer headache, causing your eyes to squint as you had to adjust to the pounding in your head.

"I don't know," You responded. "We got drunk."

"Yeah," Bucky chuckled bitterly, upset by his lack of memory and ache in his head. "No shit."

Bucky was quick to stand up, regretting the pace as he groaned. He groggily made his way around the room, picking up scrap pieces of clothing you both had left behind. He tossed you your shirt as he put on his own. "I think the pants are still in the covers." That didn't matter as much now that you both had on shirts. You were thankful for any clothing.

Your hand searched over the nightstand to search for anything you could take. Thankfully, your drunk self had left some pills for the morning. You passed a few over to Bucky who took them instantly, followed by you. He laid back down on the bed with a soft grunt. "I haven't been this hungover since I was freshly twenty-one."

"I think I remember that night," Bucky chuckled. "You threw up all over Sam."

You cringed at the memory, replaying it in your head. You had way too many shots, and they all ended up on Sam. It might have been the worst night of your life. "Don't remind me."

"You remember anything from last night?" Bucky changed the topic. He rubbed his forehead as his eyes furrowed, deep in thought. "I can't even remember where the fuck we are."

You thought on his words for a moment. Where were you? A few memories came back as you thought. You were celebrating, you'd been bar hopping in Vegas.

"Vegas," You replied, pursing your lips. "We were celebrating, uhm.."

"Dad said I was gonna run the company starting September." Bucky responded with a small nod. "We went out to celebrate that." Bucky smiled softly, remembering how excited he was.

Yeah, that was. right. Yesterday, Bucky's dad gave him the call he'd been waiting for since he was sixteen. After nearly double the time in waiting, Bucky was finally becoming the CEO of his father's company. He was ready to retire before the next big season. Bucky was beyond excited, and he suggested you all should go bar hopping to celebrate. Wait, all?

"Who else was with us?" You asked as Bucky searched the floor for any clothing. He threw you one of his long shirts and took one for himself. You quickly slid it on, now allowing the sheet to cover the remaining bare part of your legs.

"I think it was just the group," Bucky replied. He'd invited all your guys' friends to go, too. Where did they go?

It seemed like Bucky had the same question. He was brave enough to reach for his phone and turn it on. After a few moments, his reaction was not what you expected it to be.

"Why are they congratulating both of us?" Bucky murmured as you grabbed your phone.

You opened your messages app to see a load of messages from all your friends.

iMessage: 25+ unread messages

Natasha: Congrats you two, live it up 🎉

Steve: Have a great time tonight you two ;)

Tony: WHY DID I MISS THIS?! congrats tho

Sam: Don't get too wild tonight you freaks 🥵

Wanda: AJFAOGWEGJ !!!!!!!!

"What are they talking about?" You asked as you scrolled through the countless messages.

Bucky turned to you, clicking off his phone. "Let's piece it all together. We got to the bars, started drinking..."

"Okay, yes," You nodded, setting your phone down. "We went to Tito's, Smiley Ray's, Tavern T, and," You hesitated.

"Corkscrew!" Bucky clapped his hands loudly, making both of you cringe. "Okay, so we got to the last one. We were probably super drunk by then. What happened after?"

You felt your memorize return in a haze, a faded mesh of colors that seemed endless. You remember Bucky's hands all over you, not sexually, but in new, unexplored places for just two best friends.

That's when it hit you. You should've felt it sooner, but you were so hungover that it didn't properly register in your brain.

The ring that sat on your ring finger was dainty, small, just the way you liked it. It felt heavy, cool, and you could tell it was real. You held your hand out for Bucky to see.

"Hey, that's a pretty ring." Bucky casually mentioned. A moment later, his eyes almost popped out of his head. "Holy fuck, we got married!"

"No, no, I remember now," You began. "They were all making comments about how perfect we would be together, and-and we just ran with it!"

Bucky rubbed his face, "I must've picked that up on the way to wherever we got married."

"And Vegas marriages are very real," You sighed. "God, what are we going to do?"

"I mean," Bucky paused, shrugging as he grabbed your left hand, admiring the ring on your finger. "It's a pretty ring."

You felt your eyes nearly pop out of your head as he spoke. "Don't tell me you think we should stay married." The idea felt ridiculous. Sure, did you have a long-time crush on your childhood best friend? Yes. But did that mean getting drunkenly married was the way about it? Absolutely not.

"C'mon, doll. We aren't getting any younger. We're both successful people who both happen to be single." Bucky emphasized.

"Buck, I can't just marry you because of that. You don't even love me like that, we can't just be married because-"

Bucky cut you off in an instant. "Who ever said I don't love you like that?" You felt your heart stop at his words. It felt like the room that had previously been spinning from hangover suddenly paused. "Seriously, who said that?"

"You can't be serious," You half smiled, trying to convince yourself he was joking. "That's not a funny joke, Bucky."

"Doll, I'm not joking." Bucky said, inching closer to you. "I love you, and not like a best friend. I've been in love with you since the seventh grade."

You smiled lightly, "Try sixth grade."

With your words, he pushed himself closer to you. He wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, holding it softly as he interlocked his lips with your own. It felt so delicate, so fragile, yet exploratory and hungry. His thumb caressed the back of your neck as you placed your hands on his cheeks.

"So, husband," You said as you pulled back. "Think we're gonna have a real wedding after this?"

Bucky chuckled as one hand moved to your waist, gently rubbing your hip. "Doll, I'm gonna give you a better wedding than you've ever dreamed of."

You hummed in contentment as you put your forehead against his, "I can't wait to marry you again."

[lilacgaby]

title: el malo

pairing: prisoner!toji x ex!reader

summary: "pero sigo siendo el malo que no dejas de querer." toji won't change, you know it. but you can't get him out of your head.

toji got caught, you'd warned him over and over to stop hanging around those people, cried for him to listen to you before this happened.

you were witness as he was slammed into a car, handcuffed and bound as you tried to run to him, held back by the officers and the patrols now trying to follow the rest of the group who'd ditched him the second they could.

he was locked in a cell, annoyed as he examined the living conditions he'd face for an unset amount of time.

he should've listened to you.

after months of visiting, paying for calls and sending him money, you grew sick and tired.

everytime you came to visit him he wore a smirk, his hand against the glass as he talked as if everything was fine, as if this was normal in any regard.

it exhausted you to no avail.

finally, you made up your mind. looking into his sharpened green eyes through the bullet proof glass, the guards surveillance something you'd never gotten used to. you sighed, looking down at your anxious hands. "i'm not coming to see you anymore."

the only real emotion you'd seen from him in months popped out, despair, anxiousness, and anger in his gaze.

"you're fucking lying." he muttered, slamming his hand against the glass. did it crack a little? "look at me, look at me and say you don't love me."

"you don't love me! you never did, because if you did you would've taken me seriously!" you yelled, ignoring the looks of the others beside you.

his face scrunched up in annoyance. "i made mistakes. we all do! we've went through hell but i've never stopped loving you."

"no, no stop it." you crossed your arms now, watching as he kept his arm hung up on the glass, the phone in his other hand.

"say you don't love me."

"this-- this isn't love! this is a fucking mess toji."

"say it, because this has nothing to do with love and you know it!"

a moment of silence passed over you two, your time was now running low as he stared at your eyes, now turning glassy. your hands shakily started moving, playing with your fingers.

finally, with tears in your eyes, your promised ring now in your the palm of your hand, you say it, "i- i don't love you."

you discarded the phone on the table, green eyes following you as you left your ring right next to it. you scurried out, leaving a distant minded toji sat in the chair, the phone still in hand.

his days locked up were now spent reminiscing of the times you'd spent together, the years you'd lost on him. the tears you'd spent warning him.

your hands tied around his waist as he rode you around the city on his motorcycle, his laughs as you held him impossibly tighter.

the dates you'd go on, expensive but oh so worth it to see you dressed up just for him.

he slammed the bars of his cage as he thought about how you must be doing that with someone new now. his face against the iron, a glint in his eye, a hurtful one.

his fists were now bruised and his face bloodied, thought not with his own blood, as he fought in the courtyard again. he was letting his frustrations out on the other prisoners, who now seemed like saints compared to him, because he'd picked up your phone.

toji finally sucked up his pride and chose to call just for that loser to pick up? he was filled with rage instantly, cursing the man out and sending him threats before slamming the phone on the receiver.

you acted like you didn't know who toji was, shrugging your shoulders and pretending like it was a scam call, but disappointed you weren't there to pick it up. you missed him more than you cared to admit.

toji knew you were moving on, he was told about how your new boyfriend bought you an apartment together. how he'd post about your dates and month anniversaries all day long,

funny how you didn't speak of him as much.

funny how your boyfriend seemed to look like an extremely downgraded version of him.

funny how you'd look at your new boyfriend, and try to find the features that reminded you of him.

it wasn't his fault really, you needed a rebound and he was just so desperate for you, kneeling at your every move. treating you so sweetly, and yet..

you knew you didn't love him at all. he was just a placeholder. you thought you did for a brief moment, but you just liked the way he made you feel.

did you feel bad playing with his heart for four years? not really, but the fear of commitment lie went out the door the second he found out about toji, connecting the dots.

you left him with nothing more than a wave, packing your things and leaving the house keys on the marble that he'd chose for you. driving away to somewhere mindless.

that was a lie though. as you pulled over to the side of the road, parking by a sign warning of towing, toji peeked into the window, a smirk overcoming his scarred lips.

his biceps bulged through his compression shirt, the years of training in prison evident in his muscle definition. the orange prison slacks he wore, evidence of his recent departure, were baggy and hung over his shoes. his hair was long and unkempt, it looked like he cut it himself.

he leaned over, slinging a hand into the car window.

"is this seat taken?"

"for you?

...

never."

[ramblingautisticman]

Here is part 1 of my new series 'And They Were Gamers!', a series in which Logan and Wade play video games and be cute and gay- enjoy!

I'll be posting it here and on A03! I've got about three-ish chapter ideas/things I'm writing, any suggestions or idea please comment!!

(Based on this post!)

(Tagging @ineffable-monster-romancer because you gave me the idea for the tiny house and flowers!!)

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It had started simply. Wade scrolling through YouTube at 3am due to insomnia, and wasn’t that how most things started?

He was used to staying up late, his body refusing to give in to the tiredness running through him. Logan had tried to get Wade to sleep easier- tried to find a way to get him relaxed enough to pass out- but nothing had seemed to work, so he did continued to do what he always had, didteacting himself with his phone until he either fell asleep or it was morning.

Eventually, he moved from tiktok to Youtube, and after awhile he found a video that seemed interesting. Something about a game called Minecraft. He had heard of it- the kids at the mansion had talked about it briefly when he was there a few months ago- but he had never actually seen it. So he pressed play and lay in bed watching it, finding himself quickly enamored in the video.

Before he knew it, he had spent the next 5 hours watching videos and looking up the different versions, and quickly it had become something he needed to play.

It seemed like a fun little time waster for when he couldn't sleep, plus, it seemed very relaxing compared to the other games he enjoyed.

So when Logan finally stirred, Wade had quickly started rambling about it, telling him anything and everything he could about the game- coming up with 100 and 1 reason as to why he should buy it- and even if Logan had no clue what was happening, when he left to go shopping and left Wade to watch even more videos about this game, he threw in the copy of Minecraft Wade had wanted (and yes, he had to message Laura to ask what one Wade needed for the switch thingy he played on, and spent a good hour being annoyed at how many different versions of it there seemed too be).

When he came home, Wade had helped bring the groceries to the kitchen, spending the whole time talking about a video he had watched about someone making a castle in the game- and by the end of his ramble- the only thing left in the bag had been the game.

Wade had nearly exploded with excitement when he saw it, quickly wrapping his arms around Logan in a bone crushing hug and thanking him about 50 times, before grabbing Minecraft and rushing over to his Switch.

And that was Wade for the next 3 days solid. It was all he did, and thank god they had no missions, cause honestly? Wade would've probably just taken the thing with him.

Luckily, Logan found his excitement over it cute so he was allowed to get away with not doing much else. And it seemed to be helping Wade when he couldn't sleep which was a bonus.

After about a week, Wade had greeted him at the door after walking Mary Puppins, tears in his eyes as he held the screen up for Logan to see.

"My dog died!! I had him since the first night! And now he's dead and I didn't even get to finish the dog house! Stupid fucking skeleton shot him!! I'm such a bad dog owner! Don't let Mary near me!!" He cried, tears now rushing down his cheeks, a frown on his face.

And Logan really didn't know what any of that meant, but he didn't like Wade being this upset. And he didn't like hearing him think he was a bad dog owner. "Hey, it-s okay- you are a real good papa to Mary." He said softly, gently holding the dog closer to Wade, watching as she licked his face.

It seemed to help alittle, Wade gently holding her with one arm, kissing her forehead before looking back to the screen of his Switch. "I wanted to make him a house...I was so close to getting a nametag for him.." He muttered, looking back up at Logan with those big sad eyes that made his heart ache.

"I'm sorry baby, why don't we cuddle up on the couch? You can show me the monster farm thingy you were making, yeah? Maybe you can get another dog?" He suggested, gently guiding Wade to the couch and gently sitting down, listening as Wade slowly explained that the monster farm was called a 'Mob Spawner', and that he didn't know if he could find another dog because of where he lived.

Logan thought that maybe it would pass in a few days, but Wade was still heart broken about his Minecraft dog, and Logan needed to fix it. So, he devised a plan. Well- him and Laura.

It seemed that Wade had messaged her about it, because she knew exactly what Logan was on about when he had sent her a text for help. Initially, he just thought that Wade could find another dog, and even though that was technically true- Wade didn't seem very happy at the idea of going and getting another one. Something about not wanting to go exploring and loosing all his XP if he died.

So Laura suggested something else. She had suggested that Logan learn to play it so that he could go and find Wade a dog himself. Which made him very very confused. He wasn't good with technology- had only just figured out smartphones- but he wanted too. Wade deserved to have his dog back, and here he was, sneakily using Wade's switch to try and learn the game.

It took a few days to get the controls down, but Logan quickly got used to them- and honestly? He began to understand why Wade loved it so much. The relaxing music, the cute animals, the addition he was gaining to mining.

Now, playing it himself, Logan understood why Wade had gotten so upset when his dog died. It was easy to get sucked into the game- to shut your brain off while collecting wood or getting attached to a chicken you managed to hatch from a random egg- and it made him want to get Wade his dog even more. That, and play it with Wade himself.

It took another few days to get a dog. He had to wait for Wade to go on a mission, but as soon as he left the apartment, Logan booted up Wade's world and got to work. He still wasn't good- he had to Google a few things- but eventually he found and tamed a dog.

Logan spent about an hour getting it back to Wade's house, and then proceed to spend another hour figuring out how to fish for a name tag. As soon as he started fishing, he realized that maybe he was enjoying Minecraft more than he had expected. It surprised him to enjoy a video game- he had only ever really played a few in the 80s with the kids at the mansion- but here he was, 4 hours later still playing.

He hd originally just wanted to get a dog for Wade, name it Mary Puppins and be done, but he couldn't help but get more and more into it as he contuined to play.

At first he realized Wade didn't have an anvil, so he went mining for iron. Then he needed some more levels for the name tag to make sure he didn't used Wade's, so he went and killed some mobs. Then he decided to make the dog alittle house, even if it was just a square of wood, then he found some flowers and decided he wanted to decorate with them.

Before he knew it, Wade was opening the door and loudly announcing he was home. Logan tried to save and exit the game quickly- but as usual- Wade was faster than he was, quickly looking at Logan with a confused expression.

"What is this??? Your using technology beyond an old android? Am I dreaming?" Wade said dramatically, taking his mask off and plonking down next to Logan on the couch. "Wait...why are you on Minecraft?.."

Logan looked up from the Switch and over to the man sat next to him, blushing slightly, as if he'd been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Oh well- you seemed so sad about your dog- ya know? And I wanted to cheer you up, so I messaged Laura and she said about me finding you a dog so you didn't die with your XP, so I tried to join on a different profile thing but I couldn't, so I logged in on your one- I promise I didn't lose any of your XP or use any of it- and look! I found you a dog- and I called her Mary Puppins, and I even made her a house! Also, I found some red and yellow flowers, so I thought that would look nice....." He rambled, suddenly worried he had upset Wade. Should he of asked before he played? Did he mess the world up?

He held the screen infront of Wade- the same way Wade had done to him a week and a few days ago- and glanced at it, pointing at the little dog. "It's a grey dog, so I thought she kinda looked like Mary, ya know?.." Logan added, looking back at Wade, who seemed to be crying? Shit.

"Sorry- did I ruin it? I just wanted to help- I can get rid of the dog hou-" like usual, Wade interrupted him.

"Oh my god! Peanut! That is the most amazingly romantic thing that someone has ever done for me! You learned how to play it- and then got me a new dog?? And you got yellow and red flowers to decorate? Our colours!? You are the most amazing boyfriend ever!! I'm going to keep her so safe in her adorable little house and-and I'm buying you a Switch and we are going to play together and make a house together and we can put our beds together!" Wade rambled, somehow with on breath, and Logan couldn't help but smile widely at his excitement.

He kissed Wade's cheek softly before handing over the console. "Yeah, that sounds good...I've already been looking at one actually- Minecraft is really fun. And I'm glad your happy." Logan said softly, laughing alittle at how stupid it was he was nervous about this. It was a video game, why did he need to be anxious?

"Oh, I am buying you whichever Switch you want, I'm buying you Minecraft, and we are going to spend the weekend making the best house ever." And honestly? Logan wasn't going to argue.

[meguchi512]

assigning behaviors I've noticed in people to pjsk characters:

tsukasa: writes his name EVERYWHERE. his desk at school has "tsukasa" "tsukasa" "tsukasa" "tsukasa" written all over it, his notebooks too and even his classmates' notebooks (from a classmate)

shizuku: says "oh, madonna!" instead of "oh god" (from my italian grandpa)

saki: tsukasa rides a bike and saki sits on the handlebar & every time they have to stop they fall off but they just get up and go on like nothing's happened (from an old friend)

mizuki: accidentally sends "penis shaped messages" and immediately points it out (me)

ena: is so fucking done with mizuki's penis messages (my friends)

kanade: "uhh i think I'm forgetting something? oh well it probably wasn't important" hasn't drank water since yesterday (me again)

rui: extremely verbose, to the point where everyone around him thinks he's some sort of philosophical genius but in reality he's just saying dumb shit and articulating it intelligently (my italian grandpa again so sorry)

an: sends her friends "hot milfs in your area" messages pretending to be a bot because silly and immediately gets banned ( @robinoullea literally)

airi: wants to be supportive but types way too quickly ( @robinoullea trying to say "10/10")

emu: says the most deranged things in roblox chats and manages to not get censored while her friend (nene) can't even go one sentence without "########" ( @harukaisu )

nene, trying to tell tsukasa to reset his roblox avatar because he got stuck: uhhh kill yourself (me) (I'M SO SORRY)

minori: tries to download a pin and accidentally sends it to a random person and dies of embarrassment (everyone. no one is safe from Pinterest's AWFUL interface)

ichika: goes into a store. gets an ingredient. goes back home. goes back. gets an ingredient. goes back home. repeat until she's got everything to make dinner when it's already 11pm (my forgetful mom)

mafuyu: has the most DERANGED dreams I'm not even kidding ( @robinoullea when he had that one dream where he sent me a tiktok meme of Richard Watterson saying the names of popular pornstars with them flashing on screen for a second each. I've cried real tears about this btw)

kohane: has a chicken farm in minecraft but she's so attached to them that she can't kill any of them for food so they just keep reproducing and in turn the server keeps getting laggier. eventually a creeper explodes right next to it and she throws herself off a mountain (me)

haruka: uses the default pfp which is also the pfp that shows when you get blocked by someone. she also turns her phone off often (which causes messages to not get sent until it's on) so minori always panics and sends her messages to make sure she's not blocked (classmate)

akito: makes gagging noises on purpose because it makes ena gag too and get VERY annoyed and he finds it funny (classmate)

toya: unintentionally causes a lot of fights in vbs regarding what the best way to make coffee is (my whole friend group) (except me i do it on purpose)

honami: whenever someone tags her in l/n's group chat she heroically says "who calls for my help?" ( @robinoullea )

shiho: doesn't have the heart to tell honami how funny it is when she does that (not me i always make sure to mention it)

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

My corporeal love (Yandere!Fem!Spirit X Fem!Reader)

CW: Yandere behavior, death

poltergeist versus ghost

(Reader) shook her head at the results, deleting the question from the search bar while heaving a deep sigh of frustration.

types of ghosts

A hand reached out from under the chair (Reader) was sitting on, running long nails across one of her feet. (Reader) only sighed again and pulled up her feet and tucked them under her bottom. Ghosts turned out to be real, and they were annoying.

The haunting began like how horror movies promised they would, soon after moving into the new apartment (Reader) began hearing scratching noises late at night and seeing lights flicker out the corner of her eye. At first it was unnerving, but exciting. Hearing a thud from the next room over and having a chuckle after the shock of being startled, it was fun. The ridiculous situation helped dull the pain of reality.

It quickly grew, making her think she saw someone hiding in the closet, only to disappear when (Reader) would flip on the light; waking to claw marks on the bedroom door when she unlocked it in the morning; feeling someone roughly grip her ass while she tried to wash the dishes...

Wild, bulging eyes watched (Reader) as she put away her computer and wandered into the kitchen to make her morning pot of coffee; the owner of said blood shot eyes was a grey toned naked woman with long, sharp nails who sat crouched on the counter.

"(Reader)~" a dry voice cooed while a dead hand reached out to lightly brush (Reader's) shoulder.

The newly single woman had once made the mistake of trying to connect with the entity she shared a home with, believing it to be a lost soul in need of assistance, only to awaken with hands traveling up her thighs and bite marks on her neck. This thing wasn't a soul in torment, but an evil spirit that didn't believe in personal space.

It fed on energy. The more attention (Reader) gave it, the stronger it became, now freely crawling across the ceiling at all hours and whispering suggestive words of praise to (Reader). Which is why (Reader) was now doing her best to ignore her.

"Your hair looks beautiful today. I wish you'd let me run my fingers through it."

A jingle sang out of (Reader's) pocket. She grabbed it a little too quickly, thankful for having something to help her ignore the spirit, but unfortunately was too eager, and didn't pay attention to the name of who was dialing, accidently answering "BASTARD"s call.

"Hello?"

"Finally you answer. I've only called you every single day for a week."

Her heart dropped. "It was an accident, I promise it won't happen again."

"Oh, grow up (Reader). I made a mistake, but you're acting like I hit you or something."

(Reader) clenched her jaw. The woman next to her slowly closed in on her as (Reader) stayed still as a statue. The undead's breathing ragged as it strained to hear who (Reader) was talking to.

"What do you want."

"To talk."

"There is nothing to talk about."

"... You're being childish."

The phone was suddenly ripped from (Reader's) hand, smacking into the wall across the kitchen. (Reader) freaked out, forgetting for a second that the strange woman in her home was an unknown entity and not just a dick.

"Fucking really?!" She cried out as she jogged over towards her cell. "Don't do that! That's my phone!" As she bent to grab it the phone slid just out of reach, her ex's voice still angrily berating her. (Reader) stood, glaring at the approaching thing shuffling on all fours like a gorilla.

She smiled, her buggy eyes still wide and terrifyingly dark, pupils expanded to the point (Reader) couldn't see the irises.

"You deserve better."

Then, poof. She was gone.

(Reader) was stunned. She could still hear the cheater calling out her name from the phone on the floor. For a third time that morning, (Reader) found herself sighing.

"Hey!" (Reader) called out, never having learned her ghostly roommate's name. She passed through every room until she heard scratching from the closet, and opened the door without turning on the light in an attempt to prevent her from disappearing again. The spirit was lying on the ground, scratching at the floor, leaving marks.

"I never found out your name."

"I don't remember it."

(Reader) sat criss cross outside the opened door. "What's wrong?"

"... What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't. He's a dick, but he's also chicken shit. I left him because he cheated on me. He doesn't even know where I live now." The ghost seemed unconvinced. "I promise."

She took a deep breath, gurgling slightly as she always did. "I don't remember my name. I don't remember who killed me. But I can feel my bones breaking down in the cement of this building."

Guilt over how (Reader) had been treating the dead woman settled heavy into her gut. Even if she got a little handsy, it was probably lonely being invisible to everyone.

"That sounds terrible. I'm sorry." (Reader) laid down next to her, and she immediately rolled over and latched onto (Reader's) body, her nails digging into (Reader's) back. Her body was cold, and not entirely solid, (Reader) believed she could feel the nude flesh sinking through her shirt, freezing her bare skin underneath.

"I'll protect you, (Reader). I don't want you to end up like me... The pain never ends."

The next two weeks flew by. (Reader) had nicknamed the spirit Lydia. She didn't get the reference and was just happy that (Reader) was calling her something other than "Hey, you". Lydia still had issues with getting too handsy every so often, but as (Reader) came to know her as a person instead of a presence she hated it less and less.

Lydia sat in (Reader's) lap as they watched television together. Her form was stronger than ever, and although she was still cold, Lydia felt like a real human next to (Reader). The connection (Reader) felt with Lydia was comforting, and she had even begun to care for her as someone more than a friend.

(Reader) unlocked the door, opening it to reveal her ex boyfriend standing on her welcome mat with a smug look on his face.

Someone pounded on the front door, banging it hard enough to shake the joints and cause the hinges to clatter. Lydia was immediately agitated, dissipating from view. (Reader) could still feel her presence though, a chill settling in the heavy air, and as she rushed to the front door it felt like she was wading through fog.

She tried to reclose the door the second she registered his face, but he used his foot to block her attempt, bulldozing his way into her new home. "That's no way to greet someone." He chastised.

Her face scrunched up in fear. "How did you find me?"

"Not easily."

(Reader) tried to hold herself steady, but she could feel her body shake with anger. "You need to leave before I call the cops."

"The cops?!" He laughed in annoyance, glancing around his ex's apartment with his hands on his hips. "Jesus Christ, you're acting like a crazy bitch."

Lydia dropped something in the bedroom, and with the crash (Reader's) ex's smile fell as well.

"Is someone here?" He started for the hallway as (Reader) panicked.

"Stop! I told you to leave!"

He burst into the bedroom, searching for whoever had made the noise. Then the door shut on it's own behind him.

"What the hell, (Reader)? Is this some kind of joke?!"

A shuttering gasp emanated from under the bed. Lydia's scarred arms slowly began to drag her body out from underneath the frame, relying on the intruder's fear to make herself visible to him. The man began shaking the handle, incapable of opening the door.

"(Reader)!"

Lydia's body cracked painfully as she stood up straight.

"(Reader! Open the door!!"

"Stop saying her name."

Whipping back around he found himself alone, the broken looking woman gone. He felt his body go numb with adrenaline. (Reader's) ex was panting, trying to figure out what kind of fucked up prank this was, and how (Reader) could have set it up. When he realized the woman was probably hiding again, he turned back to try opening the door again, only to turn face to face with wide black eyes twitching with rage. Lydia grabbed his face, her nails piercing his cheeks and jaw.

From the living room (Reader) could hear her ex scream in fear, smashing against her bedroom walls and ceiling, then silence.

The police would never find his body.

Stored deep inside the building itself, resting between concrete and steel beams, bleeding into the cement block that was Lydia's final resting place. They would never find even a drop of blood in (Reader's) home.

After the noises had ceased, (Reader) heard the door unlock, so she ran into the bedroom to greet Lydia, throwing her arms around her and kissing her gently. Lydia softly crept her hands up under (Reader's) shirt, caressing her bare back.

"I told you I would protect you."

[imaniwriting]

feral over the idea of rafe w a very sensitive reader. she cries so easy and hes the type to be cussing someone out then turn to her and call her pretty or smth. imagine rafe dealing drugs and shes just tucked into his side, happy to just be in his presence then one of his buyers makes a comment and she gets upset and rafe sees red (idk what you can do w this but food for thought)

- 🦈

(I decided to make this part 2 of ‘Soft spot’ because it kinda matches

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝟐 (part 1)

Warnings : drug use, rafe being a drug dealer, swearing, drinking

Summary : y/n loves to spend time with Rafe no matter even if it meant seeing his bad side.

Genre : Fluff

Rafe didn’t care that you sat beside him snuggling into his side the complete opposite actually he loved it every second of it. Every once in a while he would lean down and place a kiss on your head or whisper some kind of compliment.

“Hey Rafe!” Yelled a random dude that Rafe had never seen. “Sup” he replied bored not wanting to talk to anyone who could be potentially a pouge. “You still have some dough?” The boy asked sitting on the chair in front of Rafe and you. “Yeah, how much you want?”

The boy turned to look at you while you played some random game on Rafe’s phone. Seeing that Rafe’s glare hardened. “What you staring at do you want coke or not?” He snapped making the boy turn to him his hands in the air in mock surrender.

“You got 10 grams?” The boy asked pulling out cash that was obviously not enough for so much coke. “Yeah if you had enough fucking money” snapped Rafe annoyed with him. “Dude just this one time come on I’ll pay it back” the boy promised making Rafe roll his eyes.

“Fuck off you know i don’t do shit like that either you pay the fucking Prize or not.” Said rafe his hands balling up into fists. The boy rolled his eyes and stood up to leave. When he did Rafe turned back to you.

“Hey baby, you want some more apple juice?” He asked softly his hard demeanor long gone. “Yes please” you said making him smile and kiss your forehead. He found it quite amusing that you explicitly wanted apple juice to make it seam like you were drinking whiskey or beer. He yelled for topper to get you some before he turned back to you.

He grabbed your face something he loved to do to get your attention. You stared into his eyes before slowly leaning in “you look so pretty baby” he whispered before kissing you passionately. You kissed back him back before you got interrupted by some boy called David.

“Rafe man give me 30 grams” he said while rubbing his nose and hungrily at you. Rafe wrapped his arms around your waist. “Fuck, dude since when do you go for the pussy’s” he asked while spitting on the ground.

Rafe stared at David daringly to make you cry and he would completely lose it he just needed a reason to. Your eyes were already starting to water. You were always so insecure about the way some people treated your relationship with Rafe. “I mean she doesn’t even look good i bet that pussy isn’t that great too” he continued drunkly.

Now the first tear started to roll down your cheek and Rafe stood up. “Well how about you try this fist here maybe its better” he said before punching the guy’s face. David stumbled over his own foot and fell on the ground giving Rafe enough time to hover over the guy and punch him repeatedly every time harder than the last.

“Rafe!” Topper yelled after David was unconscious he pulled Rafe away from David. Rafe’s knuckles hurt so bad he couldn’t even move them but when he saw you hunched up on the chair he once sat at he pushed Topper away and made his way to you.

He picked you up bridal style and walked you to his car ignoring the shouts all around you. He sat you down in the passenger seat and removed your hands from your face.

“Come on baby” he started his eyes scanning over your face for any cut that would make him turn around and beat the shit out of the guy again. “Let’s get you home” he finished leaning in to kiss you one more time before buckling your seat belt for you that you had completely scattered with stickers of your favorite cartoon series and colors.

[sissylittlefeather]

Hi Sissy! If it’s not too late, could you do a Fic of Elvis based on the song “Help Me Make It Through the Night?” Like Elvis and you know you’re not good for each other, but you can’t stay away. Can develop into smut but if you’d prefer not, that’s okay too! If it’s too late, I completely understand! Thank you! 😊

@peaceloveelvis Hi! Definitely not too late! First of all, this is one of my most favorite songs. I actually have a series planned to go with this song later, so stay tuned. But also, I haven't written anything without smut in a LONG TIME. This one came out this way and I might revisit it to expand on the smut later if there's interest, but I kind of like it without it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this ficlet!

Help Me Make It Through the Night

Warnings: none really, cussing, mentions of sex

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Elvis has been a part of your life since you met him during his Timex special with Frank Sinatra. The only thing you did more than make love relentlessly was fight endlessly. The nights were hot, but the mornings never failed to conclude with both of you yelling and at least one of you crying. There was no end to the way you loved each other or the way you managed to drive each other insane. There was always something to fight about and you left each other every time swearing you'd never be together again. But somehow, you'd end up in the same place and before you knew it you were naked in an elevator or in his backseat or in a bathroom or a hotel bed in some sketchy by-the-hour kind of place. Even after he got married, you didn't stop. Your pattern of fucking and fighting stayed the same.

In 1969, though, you had a particularly spirited tryst that ended with both of you saying things you regretted almost instantly. But you were both too stubborn to admit it, so instead you threw a shoe at him and screamed at him to get out and he called you a name and swore he'd never end up in your bed again. This time, the pain you caused cut so deep that you both insisted you'd never give in again. It was over, for real this time. The hurt was too much to make the good times worth it.

So, you did what any self-respecting woman would do. You married someone else.

When he heard about it, he broke an end table and all the things sitting on it in a fit of rage and jealousy and something else he was afraid to admit.

On your wedding night, you cried yourself to sleep with your new husband snoring quietly next to you in the bed.

Then, in 1971, you find yourself walking down the street and come upon a loud and frantic crowd. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you look to see what all the commotion is about. The crowd parts like ill-meaning clouds and he looks up at just the wrong moment.

His blue eyes pierce you straight through to your soul, even from across the street. Something inside you jumps and your hand goes to your throat. Memories of every time you've ever been together slam into you like a freight train and you're somewhere between ecstasy and wanting to die. By the look on his face, you can tell he's experiencing something similar. Everything inside you is screaming at you to go to him, but you feel the cold little ring on your finger and know that you can't. You turn and walk away as quickly as you can. He fights to get away from the crowd around him, but by the time he does, you're gone.

******

You're pacing the floor of your living room when the phone rings. Even several hours later, you haven't recovered from your encounter. You pick the phone up aggressively, annoyed to be distracted by the call.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Presley would like you to meet him tonight at the Presidential Motel at 11pm." Your blood runs cold.

"Why?" The line clicks with no answer. He's left the ball in your court and you hate it. You won't meet him. You just won't. He's impossible.

But at 10:45pm you're in your car. You've spent the last several hours trying to remind yourself of all the reasons you hate him. You finally decide you're going to see him just to tell him that you don't care what he says; you were serious last time. This is not a thing anymore and it never will be again.

At 11:06pm, you sit in the parking lot of the motel, a battle raging inside you.

"This is stupid." You mutter, finally getting out of the car. At the desk, you ask which room Mr. John Burrows is staying in. The clerk tells you and you stomp towards his room getting more and more angry as you walk. The nerve of him to think he can just summon you like this.

You pound on the door with every ounce of rage your body can contain flowing through you. The door opens slowly and your heart skips. Why does he have to look so good?

"You came."

"What the fuck could you possibly want to say to me?! The last time you saw me you called me a whore and said you'd rather swallow a knife than see me again. So, whatever you have to-"

"I miss you."

"You... what?" He speaks again slowly and deliberately.

"I miss you." It feels like your stomach has fallen to your kneecaps. "I'm lonely, honey."

"Call your wife."

"Will ya just... no. I want you."

"Have you forgotten-"

"No, I haven't. And I'm sorry." He's never apologized to you before. You stand in stunned silence just outside the door.

"You're-"

"Sorry. Yes. Now, will you come in please?" You stand there completely lost. Finally, he grabs your arm and drags you into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"What the hell, Elvis?!" He pulls you close to him and presses his lips to yours. For a second, you melt into him. Then, you remember why you were mad and pull away angrily.

"No, I'm not-" He pulls you in again, wrapping his arms around you and kissing you more deeply this time. You fight to get away, but he holds you tightly. Eventually you're able to escape his grasp and you push him backwards. He goes to grab you again and you slap him across the face. Your hands go to your mouth in shock and he looks at you stunned.

"Oh god, I'm-"

"I guess I deserved that." He walks to the bed and sits down. "You actually hate me, don't you?"

You stand there for a few seconds before sitting down beside him on the bed.

"No. I don't. But we said this was done."

"I know. I'm just... I'm alone, honey. And I miss you so much it hurts worse than being with you." You look at him, but he won't meet your eyes. It comes to you that he must be pretty desperate to put himself in this position.

"You're alone?"

"You know how it gets for me. There's people everywhere, but I just... I miss you."

"Why me?" He rolls his eyes and looks at you finally.

"You gonna make me say it?"

"Yes. If you want me to stay here, then-"

"I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. You're the only one I want when I feel like this and it's been so long-" You reach out and put your hand on his knee and he looks down at it, setting his on top of yours, gently wrapping his fingers around yours.

You're used to these vulnerable moments from him. They're what has brought you together over and over throughout the years. So when he breaks down and sobs, you pull him into your arms and hold him without thinking. Somehow you end up lying in the bed with him cuddled tightly against you, head on your chest. You stroke his hair and hum quietly. This is a familiar position for the two of you and you've missed it more than you care to admit.

Eventually, his breathing evens out and you realize he's fallen asleep. You kick your shoes off and snuggle in to spend the night. As angry as you were, you can't deny him what he needs because the truth is you love him too and you always have. You kiss his forehead and hold him tightly. You've missed this too.

******

In the morning, you make love and it's sweet and sensual and exactly what you've both been needing. And this time you don't fight. Somewhere in the year you were apart, you grew. The love that you have is more important than anything that might separate you.

And as you lay naked together, the world opens up for you. He talks about leaving his wife and you decide your husband will be better off without you.

Will it happen? Will you finally find a way to be together in a way that works for you both? You don't know.

But you made it through this night together. Something tells you that you can make it through anything now.

******

The end?

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[damiansgoodgirll]

If you accept requests, I want to ask a Rhea Ripley x fem! reader: they celebrate the fact reader got over a person that wasn't worth her tears and Rhea confesses to them?

reader is bi just for the plot + this is based on a very personal situation of mine, i really hope you cannot relate because this sh!t is crazy.

rhea ripley x reader

he’s not worth your tears

you couldn’t believe you were so blind to fall in love with him.

he treated you nice. he showed interest first. he wanted to see you and go out with you. he took you to nice places and showed you some cute spots around town you didn’t even know, only to end up like one of the other women he was used to have.

and the worst part is that you really thought he cared. that he really liked you too.

but then he started ghosting you. leaving you on delivered, replying after hours, or worse, days. you couldn’t understand what you did wrong and if you did something wrong because everything was going perfectly fine.

when you first told your best friend rhea about him, she wasn’t sure about the whole dating/situation you had.

she knew how much you cared but she also knew how little he cared. she felt like he wasn’t enough for you and you were too perfect for him.

so she wasn’t surprised when one night you called her, crying your eyes out because he was ignoring you, of course, right after you’ve spent time in his bed.

you got feelings for him and you didn’t know what to do, knowing that he was only using you for his own pleasure.

rhea was mad. not at you, of course. you were just too blindly in love to realise how little of a man he was. she was mad at him, for making you doubt yourself, for making you cry, for hurting you and neglecting you. so she spent the night, hearing your cries and hoping she could relieve the pain you were in.

the second time it happened it was when you were at her place. you were so excited to see him again only for him to text you that he was busy with his friends and that you had to postpone your date.

rhea was beyond pissed.

“he’s not worth your time. hell, he’s not worth your tears” she used to tell you “if he makes you cry, he’s not worth it…a man who loves you should never make you cry”

but you were still too in love to realise that.

the third time it happened was when he had a party to attend and instead of asking you to be his plus one, he ghosted you for days before telling you that he wanted to see you.

you had enough.

of course you were in love.

but you couldn’t take it anymore.

being used and being ignored like that hurt you and you had enough.

so you agreed to see him just to tell him that it’s over. but the first person you called was rhea. you knew how much she hated him and you just wanted to hear her happy voice when you told her the news.

“rhea?” you whispered when she answered the phone.

“you okay? it’s a little too early for you to call” she said smiling hearing your voice but a little concerned when she was it was six in the morning, knowing that you weren’t a morning person.

“can you come over?”

“sure…let me get a shower, i was training…are you okay?” she asked, still worried.

“yes, just be quick!”

“fine, i’ll be there in 10 minutes” rhea said hanging up.

before you could even sit back on your couch, you heard the front door opening, sign that rhea was there.

“care to tell me what got you up at six in the morning?” she asked you.

“i’m finally over him!” you said smiling.

“you called me here for that? are - are you serious?” she asked a little annoyed.

“yes! i’m not thinking about him anymore! i’m not crying for him anymore! he ghosted me and i’m okay with that because i finally realised i deserve someone better! i wish i wasn’t so blind these past weeks but i fucking realised he’s not worth it!” you said a little to excited making her giggle. she was actually relieved that you recovered from the “i’m in love with him but he doesn’t care about me” phase.

“well…i feel like we should celebrate?” she asked.

“yup! you want a shot?”

“y/n, it’s almost seven in the morning…i meant we should have breakfast together”

“oh you right…what do you want to eat?” you asked her “i’m in a good mood, i’ll make everything you want”

“everything sounds good…what about pancakes?” she asked and you nodded.

while you were cooking, you couldn’t help, but feel rhea’s eyes on you watching you the whole time, the way you moved, the way you gently put the plates over the table.

she knew she had a chance with you now but she didn’t want to take things too far. she loved you and even if it was a little selfish, she was happy that you were finally single again, that you woke up from the nightmare your ex was putting you in.

and she knew she was going to confess, eventually, just not today. she was there, happy to see you happy again, helping you healing and regaining your strength and confidence that was broken.

[missmarveledsblog]

Flumpy ( Jake seresin x reader) part 16

summary : it's go time baby.... or should i say babies

warning : fluffy , goofy , labor and pregnancy

previously on flumpy

Anyone would think if your water broke around member of any form of military man , well it wouldn't  be so bad . this was not that case the moment her water broke jake was running out the house telling her to breathe , while bradley was running out the house  holding her suitcase  telling jake and himself to breathe .  

“ any contractions yet  , let me know if or when you get one i'll time em … i blame those feral kids “ jake said checking her over . 

“ first it stray kids , the feral ones are ateez … jesus you are old,  two thats what that was” she mused. 

“ what  , what was “ rooster asked . 

“ oh those little pains i was getting” she shrugged looking out the window as two men head shot to her .  “ eyes on the road if i get in another accident is my dad is gonna ban me from leaving the house” she groaned . 

“ guess thats one “ rooster called back as jake hit his time , if anyone was to look it they think they were bringing jake to hospital with how pale he was  , bradley wasn’t far behind . 

“ hey dad so i was looking like a chef …  ok fine my waters broke all over the kitchen … no its not a plumbing issue i’m in labor and well  because i’m pretty sure jake and bradley will pass out” she chatted on phone like it was nothing .

“ we’re fine i’m fine “ bradley called back . 

“ eyes on road bradshaw … anyways …FUCKKKKKK OWWWW” She yelled dropping the phone gripping jakes arm her  fingernail imprinting crescent moons in the skin . 

“ it’s ok i got you breathe through it “ he rubbed her back . 

“ ok that… it’s hurting “ she whimpered  sitting back as bradleys foot hit the pedal faster as she began whining. 

“ shit my dad” she leaning forward as it hit again . 

“ rooster i would hurry  , Mav hang up and meet us there” jake called rubbing her back as she gripped his arm again .   “ almost there baby “ he kissed her head  knowing whatever he was feeling could wait , she needed him more now .  

The moment she got into the hospital jake was carrying her even though she said she could walk .  rooster was currently panicking at the admissions til  beautiful miss ruby took over giving her boyfriend wasn’t making much sense.  Like nothing when she went to the room her contraction began to slow again  as she lay in the bed   while ruby  again explaining it all to her colleagues . 

“  i’ll gather the rest of um “ ruby smiled hugging her .

“ rest of em?”  the other nurse wide eyed . 

“ you’ve no idea  .. they can stay till the show begins “ she chuckled . 

“ special treatment i love you ruby” y/n called as jake was wiping her head , her skin felt hot and discomfort was more prevalent than before  . each shift in movement done nothing to ease it til she got out of the bed and was walking around as they walked in . 

“ how you feeling ?” nat winced . 

“ honestly scared shitless …oh you mean her” rooster moved as she threw the pillow.

“ my body is on fire and  everything hurts “ she whined . 

“ least you’ll get to meet the babies right?” bob smiled. 

“ ugh even your adorable face is annoying me” she cried .  “ i blame you “ she glared at jake . 

“ i mean take two to tango “ fanboy laughed. 

“ someone punch him…. Thanks nat “ she hissed . 

“ i wish i could take your pain kid “ pete rubbed her back . 

“ i wish you were the ones that gave birth “ she cried out collectively all their face drained of their color .  “ nat make sure to get  someone else do this for you or make on in a lab tube or something “ she groaned gripping the bed . 

“ you know most women forget the pain after like a brain thing” . 

“ owwww fuck … shit “ she whimpered. 

“ she getting them every minute again “ ruby’s brows furrowed. “ out i’m going to get a doctor even you bradshaw” she pushed them out . 

“ we are buying condoms in bulk “ she gritted holding on to the sheets only for jake to grab her hand  . 

“ you can do this baby  i hope you know i’m so proud of you “ he kissed her head. 

“ you’re making it hard for me to hate you .. we’re still getting the condom” she laughed only for  a contraction to start and stay longer. “ maybe never having sex again “ she breathed out. 

“ ok  i’m here how is mommy” the door opened. 

“ ready for all the drugs … all of them “ she sigh once it subsided. 

“ lets check your progress first shall we” she smiled softly as y/n got back up on the bed  before she started contracting again . “ oh  oh i guess someone isn’t waiting”  she said the moment y/n opened her leg. “ mom i need to you to push on the next contraction ok “ . 

“ t-t-this one is definitely  jake coded” she cried before she pushed  , taking a breather . “ really i can’t  i can’t do it  too much “she whimpered  , he wanted to take it all  from her honestly he felt useless   holding her hand and saying some words to encourage her. 

“ baby i know  it’s hard and it hurt and you are tired but i know you can do it   especially for those two girls that wanna meet their mama so quick” he smiled down keeping his own emotions back , keep her focused on him and their family knowing it was what she needed to do . 

“ what you need baby tell me talk to me “ he asked. 

“ my mom i want my mom “she cried out . 

“ her mom?”ruby asked . 

“ penny get penny “ was all jake could say . 

They all stood , Mav looked like he’d to be held back and rooster looked lost as they could hear her cries and screaming  . 

“ she looking for her mom … penny i think she looking for you “ ruby smiled.

 “ me ? OH OH “  The woman jumped up  rushing to the room  before they could even savor the moment. 

“ i’m here baby “ she ran to the other side holding her head as jake mouthed a “ thank you “ . 

“ please make it stop “ she whimpered before the contraction had her screaming. 

“ mommy’s here sweet girl  come on you  can do this “ she kissed her head holding her hand tightly. 

“ you’re getting the snip … SHIT I’LL DO IT MYSELF”  She pushed the pressure immense  like her body was splitting til she felt it the release   , the light nice .  “ please “ that vulnerable tone to her voice breaking his heart. 

“ well done mama we got one beautiful baby girl out “ she called as she heard the crying fill the air .    “ you ready to do it again” she joked . 

“ i don’t find you funny “ she panted. “ is she ok “ she asked softly as jake eyes blur with tears seeing the small baby crying away . “ ohhh oh “ she screeched feeling the familiar building . 

“ oh guess baby number two already missing her sister  , big push mama”  the doc called as she gripped jake hard  almost pulling the man down on to the bed with her .  “ FUCK FUCK FUCK  I HATE MEN” She cried the burn as she felt  that release once more head falling back against the bed . “ i swear if theres more up there they can stay in there “ she croaked out. 

“ you did it baby , you got our girls here” jake kissed her head then her lips completely in awe of the woman before him. “ i love you mama “ he kissed her again. 

“ i love you too “ she smiled tiredly as the nurse came over.  “ Thanks for being there when i needed you  mom” she turned to penny . 

“ always will be baby girl “ she sniffled 

“ ready to meet your baby girls “  ruby asked  placing them on y/n  skin as she looked down in awe and amazement  , they were really here , they were here on her chest and the love she thought she felt for them completely intensified looking down at the two tiny bundles on her chest . 

“ their tiny “ she sniffled kissing each babies head. 

“ twins usually are on smaller side but no time they will be running around . 

“ we’re parent huh “ jakes eyes lit up seeing  them up close  , holding y/n , holding his whole world. 

“ thanks for coming when i needed you “ she panted looking up at penny . 

The doors opened as they walked in silent as could be   , more silent then the couple ever thought they could be , the group that usually bounded into a room with the finesse of a herd of  saint bernards currently walking like mice. She did peak a couple of shoves and pushes as she tried not to laugh everything was still tender and sore as she held one of the beauties and jake held another . 

“ dagger squad meet charlie bethany mitchell seresin and nicole carolina  mitchell seresin  named after their grandmama’s and great aunt carole  , we got uncle goose in there too” she smiled as bradleys faces lit up .  “ jake came up with nicole “ she added beaming up at man she didn’t think she could love more and her heart seemed to be over flowing . 

“ they’re perfect  both beautiful “ bradley sniffled .  

“ i couldn’t agree more “ pete stood in awe . 

“ i can’t believe your parents now “ nat smiled . 

“  two lucky little girls “ bob added . 

“   i’m one lucky man “ jake beamed . 

“ for hangman i  will agree and say your right.. Now can we hold them “ . 

“ dad first .. my dad “ she clarified seeing rooster ready to say something smart. 

“ wait let me sit first “ pete smiled excitedly almost pulling the chair across the chair  as jake came towards him with one baby. 

“ you need to support her head man” . 

“ bradley i know how to hold a baby “ he rolled his eyes.

“ thats nicole “ y/n called.

“ and this is charlie “ jake smiled placing the bundle in his other arm . 

“ their beautiful , it feel like i was in the hospital only yesterday as your mom had you  now here you are”  his eyes filling with tears as he look at two sleeping , two most precious girls in his life , his granddaughters .  how it was like holding his little girl only twice taking in their little chubby cheeks and their soft skin   the immense love and pride  . 

“ jakes parent will be here later if beth is driving well it could be any minute that woman could put the F1 to shame “ y/n let out a tired chuckle. 

“ i second that bagman your mom is amazing “ nat cackled . 

“ hey room for one more cause of course your water had to break while i was on school trip i got one of teacher drive me here” amelia’s head poked in . 

“ well seems as you both got mom status” mav smirked. 

“ hey i mean she always been mom  , when my mom died she reached out been there ever since and i know my mom will always be my mom but having two doesn’t hurt” y/n winked.

“ so in other words stop hogging my grandbabies “ penny giggled .  

“ hey so i didn’t lie to my teacher when i said my sister was in labor “ amelia beamed. 

“ most awesome big sister ever excuse you “ y/n tried sitting up a little straighter.  “ are they crying” she asked as they turned their head . 

“ its dust.. You know what no that was beautiful moment” javy wiped his face. 

“ so would it make it even more beautiful to ask you and roo to be their godfathers?” she asked . 

“ wait shit … sorry really”  

“ we we’re thinking nat and amelia would make the best godmothers “ jake smirked  as their eyes lit up . 

 “ wow we really have grown huh? “  rooster chuckled . 

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[tomhollandisabae]

a mistake - simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | pt. i

masterlist

fandom; call of duty

summary; simon and his wife are unable to control their feelings so they make some bad decisions that are going to affect their future on the long-run

warnings; angst, pregnancy, giving birth (descriptions of a very painful situation), mature language

words; 1.6k

a/n; so I've been gone since like december, but now I'm finally back!! yayy!! 😊 so anyways this is going to be a three- part story so stay tuned!! love y'all!!🥰

Y/n had just arrived at the hospital as she had just gone into labour. The pain was incomprehensible and all she wished for was for everything to be over soon. However, she was missing someone... her husband. 

Ghost was on a mission, but not far away from home. He, obviously, hadn’t thought about the chance of his wife giving birth before her due date.  

So, the first think she did when she got to the hospital was to call him, as she hoped that she could be able to talk to him between her screams of pain. 

Thankfully, Ghost was keeping his phone with him, in case something happened to her, so he could get to her as soon as possible. That was also the reason why he was on a mission close to where he was leaving. 

So, when Ghost’s phone rings and he see his wife's name on the caller ID, he immediately picks up. 

“Aye, what’s app?” he says once he answers the phone. 

However, this pisses Y/n off, as she finds his tone annoying and between screams, she yells at him;

“WHAT’S UP?! YOU DARE TO SAY ‘WHAT’S UP?! I’M IN FUCKING LABOUR, SIMON! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!”  

“Calm down, Y/n, calm down. What the blazes happened?” Ghost says, while he is heard grabbing his rifle and pistol. He makes a few adjustments to his equipment and throws on his plate carrier and tactical vest. 

“ARE YOU ON A FUCKING MISSION RIGHT NOW? ARE YOU SERIOUS?! I’M IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL GIVING BIRTH TO YOUR DAUGHTER AND YOU’RE ON A MISSION? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS, SIMON?!” Y/n yells at him once again through the phone, while the pain she’s experiencing is worsening as time goes by. 

“Calm down, I got it, I got you. What’s your current location?” He says as he grabs his helmet, mask and his radio.  

“Price, I’m out. Y/n’s in labour.” He informs his Captain through the radio. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU; I’M IN THE FUCKING HOSPITAL!” Y/n screams painfully loud as she yells at her husband “I’M CURRENTLY PUSHING YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF MY VAGINA! IS THAT ENOUGH STATUS?” She ironically says, without lowering her tone not even for just one second. 

“Alright, keep calm, Y/n. Keep calm. I’m on my way to you.” He hangs up the phone and grabs his gear and throws it into the back of his SUV, he makes a mad dash towards the hospital. He walks quickly into the lobby asking the receptionist where his wife is and he rashes to her room. 

The door to Y/n's hospital room bursts open and Simon walks in. 

“Y/n! Y/n, are you alright?” He asks panicked as he makes his way next to her. 

She looks at him like a madwoman, ready to cut his head off and says; 

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU! I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU SIMON!” She screams at him while pushing, trying to give birth. 

Her breathing picks up. 

“I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!” Tears are now streaming on her cheeks as the pain is maddening. 

“Calm down! Calm down, Y/n!” He gives her a comforting hug as he speaks “You’re going to be okay. I’m here now, please just relax.” 

However, this doesn’t help fix things up as his wife clearly can’t think straight anymore and as she screams into his face, through gritted teeth she tells him; 

“You’re not getting out of here alive, Simon. Do you hear me? You’re NOT getting out of this room alive!” She cries out once again and another scream is heard. 

Ghost’s mask shakes as he starts to get frustrated and yells at her; 

“Shut up, Y/n. Calm down.” A tear can be seen rolling down his mask. He looks into her eyes and continues “You can and will do this, you’re stronger than you think, the pain is only temporary, and it’ll be worth it in the end. This is all for our little girl.” 

Y/n gasps at Simon’s tone and she grabs his hands, digging her nails into his skin, while she starts pushing and screaming again. 

“Fuck you Simon...” She tells him as tears are keep on escaping from her eyes. 

Ghost pulls his hand out of her grasp and looks her dead in the eye. 

“Y/n, if you scream at me one more time, I swear to God, I will leave you here to have this child alone!” He tells her, words coming out of his mouth without him realising it.

Once again, she gasps at his words as she’s now sobbing. 

“Leave!” She yells at him “FUCKING LEAVE SIMON! BUT DON’T YOU DARE SOME BACK ASKING TO SEE YOUR DAUGHTER!” 

At this point, the doctors and nurses, that are assisting her, watch the entire scene unfold in front of them as if it is a out of a soap opera. 

Ghost grits his teeth together and clenches his jaw. 

“Fine... If that’s what you want...” He stands up and turns around. 

He walks away but stops and turns back to his wife as tears fill his eyes, but he just stands there silently and walks away and out of the building, closing the hospital door behind him. No words are said between them as he walks away once and for all. 

A doctor that has witness everything, though, runs after him trying to stop him. 

“Sir! Please, sir, slow down!” The doctor yells at him. 

Simon stops and turns around to face the doctor and he says absolutely nothing as he stares into the doctor’s eyes. He has a look of despair on his face. He looks like he’s about to start crying or burst into uncontrollable rage. 

“Sir, you must understand that women tend to say those things when they’re in labour. They’re experiencing the worst pain anyone can ever go through and the way they’re showing it to others is, most of the times, through hateful words, but you must know that these words are never true.” The doctor tries to explain. 

Ghost is still silent, but his expression softens as he listens to the doctor speaking. 

“I understand...” He says in a quiet voice as he fights back more tears. 

“You decide whether you stay or leave, it’s your choice, but I just had to let you know.” The doctor looks sympathetically at him as he turns around and heads back into the hospital. 

Simon just stands there for a few seconds and takes deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He finally makes a decision, turns around, heads back into the hospital and gets to Y/n's room. 

Once Y/n sees him, though, her eyes fill with so much hate. 

“Why did you come back? Leave! Please, someone get him out of here!” She yells frantically as she sobs “LEAVE!” The nurses are trying to calm her down and one of them tells her; “Ma’am you have to keep pushing, otherwise the baby will suffocate, it’s been way too long.” 

Ghost walks over to her and kneels beside her bed. He reaches out and grabs her hand gently. 

“I don’t care how much you yell at me, how much you hate me... I’m not leaving you until this baby is born...” Tears are running down on his cheeks. 

Lucy looks at him and while breathing hard she tells him; 

“Once the baby is born, you’re leaving.” 

He just nods, while still holding her hand. 

“Okay... Y/n... just... just do your best... alright?... I’ll be right here...” 

Now, Simon, can barely hold himself together, but he has to stay strong... for her. 

Y/n takes her hand out of his and without looking at him she says;  

“Don’t touch me.” 

Simon nods, but says nothing, he stands there silently until the baby is born. 

And indeed, half an hour later his beautiful girl has finally arrived. With a sadden expression he takes out a piece of paper from his pocket and begins writing something on it as he looks at his wife and their newborn daughter, trying to capture this image in his mind, because this image will be the only thing that he will have left. 

Half an hour later, Y/n has finally calm down and she looks around trying to find her husband. However, he’s nowhere to be seen. On the bedside table she notices a piece of paper folded up and her name written on it. She takes it in her hands, unfolds it and starts reading it. 

The paper reads; 

“I’m sorry for ruing this special moment. I made a huge mistake and I accept the consequences of my actions. I love you, Y/n. I will always love you, no matter what. 

I understand if you don’t want me in your life anymore, but at least think of me as the father of our beautiful daughter. 

Love you always,  

Simon” 

Tears are running once again down on her cheeks as she sobs and rips the paper into pieces. 

“I hate you...” She whispers to herself, but the words are no longer directed to her long-gone husband anymore. They’re directed to herself. 

Finally, a doctor walks over to her and says; 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but we need to take your daughter to the nursery for a quick evaluation. If the baby is healthy then we are free to let her stay with you for the rest of your recovery. This is one of the most special moments of a new parent’s life, you deserve to have your child with you for this. Is that okay with you?” 

She can form no words anymore, so she simply nods at the doctor. 

“I’m giving you some privacy for the moment. If you have any questions or concerns, or need anything, don’t hesitate to ask the nursing staff. I’ll back shortly.” The doctor leaves and as she does so, Y/n is left alone to bond with her newborn daughter. 

All by herself... 

*Four years later* 

[ashthenerd]

If you are a speech therapist or want to be one LISTEN UP!!! This is how not to trauamtise your kids

Do not be overly condescending. By speech therapist used to talk to be like I didn't know English. Even at 6 years old, that made me hate her

Don't tell them that they aren't practicing. I spent over an hour every single day doing all the exercises, watching my mouth shapes in the mirror, listening to recordings of myself until I cried.

Don't get their parents to record them, and then play the videos in the session and say "Now don't you hear how bad that sounds" or "Can't you see how annoying that is to listen to"

Don't tell their parents to point it out every time that they stammer or pronounce something wrong

Don't say "All the other kids your age are moving so much faster, you're so behind, you really need to work on yourself"

Don't interrupt them. The fact that they are in speech and language beens that they already have difficulties with talking, don't make it harder

Don't tell them that using phrases or sentence structure from their community is wrong. In Dublin + Meath, we say "do be" because it is a direct translation of "Bionn" and we had less time than the rest of the country to learn English if we wanted to keep our scalps on our heads. I was told that it made me sound stupid. My ancestors were colonised, it has nothing to do with my intelligence. This also applies to AAVE. Don't be racist to the kiddos

Don't tell them that they won't get a good job if they don't improve. I wanted to be a teacher and I was told that nobody would want to learn from me if I didn't improve. I've ADHD and I infoblurt a lot. All my friends love it so it's a load of bullshit.

This stuff may seem trivial, but my speech therapist did all those things and I went from a happy, energetic, social little kid who spoke to fast and had a bad stammer, to a shy, kid with no self confidence, a fuck tonne of self hatred and a slightly better stammer. And the effects don't just dissappear after a session. I can't listen to recordings of myself without crying. If someone interrupts me I start spiralling about what I could have done wrong, I can't do phone calls without hurting myself afterwards, I don't share things that I am so excited to talk about because I talk faster when I'm excited and it's been drilled into me that it is the most annoying thing to listen to. I haven't done speech and language in nearly 8 years, but I will still end up in tears thinking about the comments that were made. It destroyed my confidence, and I am still struggling to rebuild it to even 10% of where it was before

[beyondthegame]

alsooo another ask hehehe if it’s okay, can i please ask for some hcs for e and cy’s friendship? i literally can’t stop thinking about them

Soo, in terms of how they met I mentioned it in this ask!

They’ve been friends for over six years so the two of them have seen a lot in each other’s lives.

Visual representation of their friendship:

“Cy, do you want to be in my next music video?” “Of course not. I’m sure you ask these questions to be annoying.”

When Cypress was playing football and their siblings watched them play they’d always have seats next to E.

But alsoo when Cypress retired from football, it was really hard for them. It felt like one of their purposes in life was snatched away from them—but E was regularly around, especially at the de Vera household, and those moments really strengthened their friendship.

If Cypress had to pick anyone else other than themselves to take care of their siblings, they’d choose E in a heartbeat.

Literally a hc I came up with last night: but I imagine Cairo getting into a fight whilst he’s at school, and that’s so out of character for him. And bc Cy’s busy, they ask E to go check on Cairo.

And E literally wipes Cairo’s bloody nose, takes him out for some food and asks what’s bothering him. And the two of them just have a heart to heart. One of Cairo’s biggest fears is letting Cypress down knowing that they’ve done so much for him and Kei and Kenzo, so E’s all soft and like “Cypress is one of the best people I know and there isn’t anyone who’d do a better job at raising you than them. You’d never disappoint them, they love you too much for that.”

E and Cypress are both terrible when it comes to asking for help or saying they’re feeling low or down, so when one suspects the other is struggling they’ll text ‘1 to 5?’ and it’s basically a message asking ‘on a scale of 1 to 5 how are you feeling? 5 being brilliant and 1 being the lowest’ and there has to be a reply and they have to be honest—it’s just the rules between them.

I hc that E’s written a song like ‘Matilda by Harry Styles’ about Cypress and their life.

E’s cried on the phone to Cy a few times when the press has gotten too much for them which in turn has made Cypress hate the media. They’re the phone calls Cy hates the most because they regularly have to ask/say “E, are you home? Are you safe? Don’t worry, just keep talking to me”

A LOT LESS SAD: The paparazzi usually capture candid pictures of Cy and E together, and E will send them to Cy and say “I’m serious, if you wanna model let me know”

“I wrote a new song? Wanna listen?” “Can I play it around Kenzo?” “Absolutely fucking not ;)”

When E falls in love, Cypress is the first person they tell. But when Cy’s crushing on someone, E’s the first person to know without them having to say anything.

Alsoo soft Cy — ‘I appreciate you, E. I want you to know that x’ and E would reply 2 minutes later like ‘If you love me just say so, Cypress ;)’ and then E would send a genuine text after like ‘I love & appreciate you too x’

[iamauthenticallyme]

Speak about the unspeakable—what's difficult for you to talk about.

Hi! Sometimes my English teacher makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes when I raise my hand, she'll say, in an ungentle way, to put it down, and sometimes she broadcasts what I'm doing—I need my assignments modified due to my inability to see—in front of the class instead of being more discreet, like I would prefer.

Yesterday, during third period before lunch, she said the word facetious. I've heard it before and wanted to know what it meant, so I raised my hand to ask, and she said abruptly, "Oh Cassie put your hand down." This is the second time she’s said this when I raised my hand as she was talking. Anyway, some of the kids started laughing because she had complimented me profusely many times, and some of them felt jealous about that. Although she values what I have to say, that whole situation pissed me right the fuck off (or annoyed me, whichever one you prefer)—so I responded with, "OK, I had a question!" I'm not going to lie, I felt a tiny bit embarrassed that they laughed because I hadn't done anything to deserve it. After all, I didn’t call out; I just raised my hand like any other student because I wanted to know what a word meant, and although she probably would’ve told me to Google it, I figured it was faster to ask my English teacher than to dictate it into my phone.

I stewed on it for so long as we were watching a documentary about Alexander Hamilton and tasked with creating seven questions about it that I wanted to reach over and unfortunately hurt the people next to me. These were intrusive thoughts because I would never hurt my pregnant aide—the woman tasked with helping me in school—or my good friend, whom I've known for three years. In truth, I didn’t actually want to hurt them; they are wonderful people. I just felt like I could hurt—sometimes kill—someone in the moment because I was feeling agitated and was processing my emotions. So when it came time to go to lunch, I asked my friend and my aide what they would do if a teacher made me feel uncomfortable, and they both suggested I say something, which I was planning to do anyway, so I did.

I knew this wouldn't be the first time I’d spoken to a teacher about how uncomfortable I felt about them, but I've also had traumatic experiences regarding adults. As a result, I learned from a young age that adults weren't safe just because they are adults, and some aren’t to be trusted with everything. The first memorable time I told a teacher about how uncomfortable he made me feel, I cried after, or felt like crying, and I probably felt nervous doing it. But I did, and at the time, I didn't decide to tell him until the end of the school year. This was two years ago, and my anxiety was still going strong. I've observed in myself the urge to cry, usually during, sometimes after, telling an adult about something that's bothering me, and I don't know why. I meditated on it earlier, and I figured that it was due to not feeling like what I have to say is important, and in turn, not thinking anyone would want to listen—or thinking anyone would care.

I decided I would speak up; I would not be quiet, and I would say what I've been meaning to say for a while. I handed her my flash drive with the seven questions on it. By the time the bell rang to go to fourth period, she was ready to hand it to me, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I leaned in and told her quietly, "Miss Johnson, sometimes you make me feel uncomfortable." I felt nervous before telling her. "Do you know what I told Miss Felton?" My vision teacher. "I told her that you were excellent at critical listening. You can't see, but you are excellent at listening, retaining information, and asking questions. But sometimes you need to give time for other kids to talk because they don't listen as well as you, even though they can see. That's why I'm surprised that they don't." Pretty much hinting that I had the upper hand in that regard.

"You make me ... This is hard for me to talk about. ... I feel uncomfortable when you ... This is hard for me to talk about." By then I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Sometimes it's difficult for me to say some things, and I hadn't yet told her about feeling uncomfortable about the way she told me to put my hand down. "I feel uncomfortable when you tell me what I'm assigned or about my modifications in front of the class loudly. I'm used to teachers being more discreet."

"I don't do it in front of the class. I stand in front of your desk. Like you are beside my desk talking to me."

I wanted to tell her that there were many times she didn’t come to my desk. "This is difficult to talk about. ... This is difficult for me to talk about." By then, I could feel myself starting to cry. I said "okay" uncertainly, then turned around, preparing to leave. As I was standing, waiting for my aide to put my flash drive in my backpack, I really started crying. I felt a little self-conscious because I didn't know if people were staring or not. She asked me if I was crying, I said yes, and either Miss Johnson heard what was going on or not, but she came over and said, "I'm going to say this again, and I'm not going to change my mind." And then she repeated what she'd said when I was at her desk. I was trying to explain to my aide, Tyjae, that I'd had traumatic experiences with adults. Then I told her I needed to wipe my eyes, so we went to the bathroom, she gave me a paper towel, and then we went to my fourth period class.

I say all this to say—yeah I know, it sounds cliché—that we should always speak up, even if we're nervous, because it's important to speak up for ourselves, and if we don't, we'll receive the same treatment. What we have to say is important. WE are important. You are important. What we have to say shouldn't go unnoticed. Always remember that. I knew that she probably didn't know how I was feeling, so even if I felt nervous about it, I told her how I felt. If that person doesn't respond very kindly, then you know what kind of person they can be towards you. If you ever feel like you aren't good enough, like you aren’t worth anything or worth listening to, you can say or think the mantras, "I'm good enough. What I have to say is important." Or, "I'm worthy."

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed, and I hope at least those of you who have trouble speaking up will start doing just that. Please like and follow for more.