#someone needs to fill me in on whats been going on while ive been gone

[luyo-mi]

omg? i? am? back?

[cyberkitty1]

Hi can I ask for a miles 42 x telekinesis reader

Like she and miles got in an argument about how he hasn't been around and not making time for her at least

Miles knows she has powers

She knows he's the prowler

She gets mad and the objects in the room start flying around

She doesn't notice and keeps ranting to him about how he's shit and she slowly lifts herself from the ground

Still not noticing BC she's angry

Make the ending fluffy and cute

I tried, I got lazy because ive been getting similar asks with the same character so im trying!!!

“ So where have you been?” You say leaning against the doorway looking at Miles who came home at 2 am in the morning. You closed mouth smiles at you “ I’ve been out ma, you know.”

You sigh resting your face in your hands “ Miles no I don’t know, where have you been? You keep leaving early in the day and coming home next day at like 3 am!” Raising your voice a little.

“ Chill out I’m home right?” he says shrugging you off. “ No I’m not going to “chill out” how am i supposed to when i never see you. Why are you always gone?”

In the moment you are able to see what he’s thinking “ It might be time for me to tell her, shes getting suspicious.” You tense looking at him in his eyes, feeling like you could see his soul.

“ Time to tell me what? What are you hiding from me Miles” He sighs looking at the ceiling muttering “shoot.” So you do it again, if he’s not going to tell you, you will figure out on your own.

“I am The Prowler”

Those words in bald pounded though your brain. “ Why? why would you keep something this big from me? I told you about my powers yet you cant tell me that you are a gauntlet, mask wearing vigilante? or what are you?” He opens his mouth to say something. “No stop! stop talking! You’re telling me you have been lying to me this while time? how long have you been this” making hand motions everywhere.

“ Miles I have always been there for you since day 1! ok?! Day one! and now your going out killing people?!” everything in the room starts to shake. Miles looks around realizing what happening “ Please calm down, mal explicar todo.” (ill explain everything)

“No you cant just explain and everything’s all better! Miles this is the biggest lie you have ever told me? Do you know how i feel?” The tears start to fill your eyes, vision becoming blurry. Everything around you was floating even your hair. Miles was freaking out.

“Please please calm down ill explain everything” when those words left his mouth you felt your body get lighter.

“Miles there is nothing you need to explain! I get it; you are the prowler! Someone who kills people robs people and does it with no remorse! How could you keep something that big from me?!”

You were about 1 foot above the ground when you finally realized, am I in the air? Everything around us is in the air. You see the fear in his eyes, maybe you do need to calm down.

Taking a deep breath you release everything including yourself, you take a deep breath eyes closed. “ Im going to give you 10 minutes to tell me”.

“ Desde que murió mi padre, mi madre ha estado trabajando turnos extra, llegando a casa cansada y sin energía. No podía soportar verla así. ella es mi mamá, me ama pase lo que pase!”

(Ever since my father died, my mother has been working extra shifts, coming home tired and drained. He couldn't bear to see her like this. she is my mom, she loves me no matter what!)

“El tío Aaron consiguió un trabajo en el que pudo dejarme participar para que pudiera obtener más dinero para ella.”

(Uncle Aaron got a job that he was able to let me participate in so he could get more money for her.)

“Hice algunos y obtuve mucho dinero, pero cuando traté de retirarme, no me dejaron. Si me iba, te matarían a ti y a todos los que amaba. No puedo perderte.”

(I made a few and got a lot of money, but when I tried to withdraw, they wouldn't let me. If I left, they would kill you and everyone I loved. I can not lose you.)

You just looked at him taking in everything, you overreacted most definitely. “ why didn’t you tell me? I could have helped you” “ No it was easier that you didn’t know i didn’t want you to worry mi vida.”

He continues to explain his troubles to you, telling you what he’s been thinking when he pauses.

“Sabes que te amaré siempre ¿verdad? Todo lo que quiero es que estés segura”

(You know that I will always love you, right? All I want is for you to be safe)

“ I know Miles and I thank you for everything you do for me”. You say kissing him on the forehead.

“ And I love you so much” you look at him with the most loving eyes you could muster.

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A/n: Guys I think i’m going to finish my last 1-3 requests about earth42! Miles Morales and not take anymore for a while because I feel they are getting repetitive and I don’t want you guys to get bored of what i’m writing so if you would like to request other characters i would love that so much!!!

[mymelodymia]

Hey bby how r u? I got a request cause my emotions have been wonky asf can you write where Mike has a younger sis like 13-14 basically going through a lot and is getting bullied at school for not being the "prettiest" being teased and picked on constantly for being the "weird" one, shy, mostly to themselves hard to make friends etc. Iv gone through that and it sucks :(

Uhh fluffy lots of comfort mike lowkey beats the shot outta them. Anyways ty 😊 have a good one hun 🩷

Bullys // Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

**not a ship**

Summary: you're being bullied and don't say anything,

Warnings: bullying, bruises, Mike beating the shit out of some middle-schoolers,

Age: 13

A/N: hi baby! I'm doing good, I hope you like the way this came out 🥰

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You had been being bullied for a while now. You kept it a secret for a while, most nights you cried yourself to sleep. What did you do to them? You hadn't done anything to them, they just did it to be little pains in the ass.

You tried to make friends but no one liked you and you didn't know why. You got good grades, you helped people in class, and you were literally the sweetest person in the world.

One day you couldn't take it anymore, you were riding home on your bike when you were suddenly hit the ground. Some kids had pushed you, (assholes) you skined your knees on the road, and Injured your palms from catching yourself.

They all took turns kicking you, before an old man walked out in a robe, yelling at them to get off his lawn (sorry)

You were badly injured from the force of the kicks. You could barely stand back up. You had been able to cover up most of your bruises with hoodies and sweaters, but you couldn't take it anymore

You broke down crying on your bike, sobbing loudly. You somehow had the strength to slowly peddle the bike and got home two hours after your curfew. It was now sundown, the street lights had turned on not long ago.

Mike was extremely worried about you. You had been very distant and quiet over the past few months. You spent most of your time in your room. And you oddly always left food on your plate. He didn't know why, he assumed it was connected to puberty in a way.

But when he saw you biking down the street, he let out a sigh of relief, but soon turned angry.

"Where have you been!? Do you know how late it i-" he yelled, pausing when he saw your tear-stained cheeks and puffy red eyes. "What happened? W-who did.....whats wrong?" He asked holding one of your shoulders

You slowly took of the jacket you were using to hide the cuts and bruises all along your body. He gasped and gently caressed a few down your arm.

You sniffed and he hugged you. Wrapping his strong arms around you securely. "Who did this to you?" He asked as you sobbed into him. "Y/n...please tell me who it was, i need names." He said in a soft tone.

You slowly whispered every single person who ever hurt you. And that took a while since practically everyone in the school was bullying you.

He listened carefully, remembering everything you said. He carried you inside, sitting on the couch, he allowed you to crawl into his lap and cling to him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, he held you to his chest. He couldn't belive someone would hurt his baby sister. This disbelief quickly turned into anger.

Filled with rage, he slowly set you down and took his car keys and put on his coat. You didn't have the strength to follow him, so you curled up into a ball and sat there for a good hour.

Mike returned with a small bruise on his cheek, just under his eye. Let's just say that he took care of them 😈

He picked you up like a baby, cradling you in his arms. He walked you over to his room and plopped you down, forgetting about your injuries.

When you winced in pain he immediately apologized, "oh im so sorry, i forgot, im sorry baby.." he said taking you his arms again, kissing the top of your head.

He walked out for a moment and returned with a tube of something, he applied a small amount to his cheek in a mirror, before coming over to you.

He rubbed it gently into your skin, being sure not to hurt you.

You thanked him when he was finished, he set the tube down on his night table, he climbed into bed and wrapped his arms around you gently. You rested your head on his chest softly.

"Mike."

"Hmm" he responded, waiting Patiently for you to continue. "They have been doing this for a few months now, they'd call me fat and ugly all the time and whenever i would laugh they'd say its ugly." You kept going on and on about what they did to you for a few more minutes.

"Y/n, baby, you are not fat, and your laugh is one of my favorite things to hear, dont let that stuff get to you okay? I love you, and since i haven't heard you laugh in so long i would definitely tickle you right now, but i might hurt you so, just wait until your bruises are gone" he said with an evil smirk on his face. You whimpered, giggling at the same time, you snuggled into his chest.

He ran his fingers through your dark curly locks, rocking you back and forth, he sung you a lullaby to lull you to sleep. This was one of the only nights were he didn't dream abt Garrett.

This was a good excuse.

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[osarina]

i’m actually so interested in how wykyk will end because i genuinely can’t see pmreader leaving the port mafia any time soon nor can i see mori letting her go. pmreader is so loyal to mori and regardless of moris fondness for her, with dazai gone, he needs someone else to fill in the role that he made for dazai. as much as i want dazai and pmreader to have a happily ever after i just can’t see it happening unless mori DOES let her go for some reason or the pm and ada come to a truce after doa arc

actually you know what nonnie, let's talk about this. LET'S talk about this. bc this kind of gets into what i want to see in the manga too and ive been itching to talk about this with you guys. eventually i'm going to write this, i don't know if it'll end up being a series concluding wykyk bc i dont think it'll fit in a one-shot but it will be written.

anyway, after the doa arc, yokohama is naturally going to be in shambles. lots of deaths, lots of destruction, the city is not in a good spot right now. if you've been on my blog for a while, you know that after the doa arc i very highly anticipate an order of the clocktower arc which i think should be the final arc. i see the order of the clocktower (OOTC) swooping in while yokohama is in shambles to "help them" rebuild - maybe they came in earlier to "assist" with the tri-polar singularity to gain a foothold in the city already, or maybe they come afterwards, but one way or another they're going to come and they're going to use "helping the city" as a guise for being able to get their hands on atsushi and look for the book.

and i have this going back and forth with how this will turn out. i think either way, it'll end with the port mafia and ada having to completely work together to get rid of the threat and protect the book from the OOTC, but it's a matter of whether they'll keep this conflict on a low scale or if it's going to escalate into a second great war.

^ i dont know if asagiri will go the second route, but I MAY go the second route with my fics because i think it'll be very interesting to explore the characters in a setting like that. and i don't think it would be necessarily too far off the mark to say that it's kind of been hanging over our heads. the great war in general has been such a driving force behind the characters in the present: mori, yosano, verlaine, chuuya, probably countless more that i can't think of off the top of my head. we don't know much about it but we know that it's been one of the biggest factors building the bsd universe.

+ the OOTC is a british state organization. they're NOT a mafia or a secret society like the doa and the guild. they're a GOVERNMENT agency. so if they start making a move in a foreign country and it escalates into a conflict ... it could very easily blow up into a war.

+ i would really like to explore the characters in this setting, especially yosano & pmreader because they both have SEVERE trauma from the first great war so it would be a really good setting to explore their development. but i'm not sure, i'm not set on anything—i think it would be a really neat route for the bsd universe coming full circle to the event that's been the foundation for the series in general but it would also be a HUGE project for me to tackle if i go about it that way in pmreader universe.

[talkintrashcann]

Campout - Xavier Thorpe [pt.3]

summary: the friendgroup is going on a camping trip and miscalculated how many tents they needed, so now you have to share a tent with your least favorite person.

warnings: slow burn, enemies to lovers, multiple parts, fear of drowning

word count: 1.8k

a/n: im terribly sorry for disappearing for about a month, i didn't mean to be gone for so long. my life has been put upside down for the past couple weeks and ive had to figure some things out about my future so writing wasn't my priority at that time, but ive got it all figured out now (for the most part) so im not planning on taking so long for the next chapter. i promise the story is actually getting somewhere this time !

[part 1] [part 2] [part 4] . . .

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Acting like nothing had happened earlier today, everyone was sitting by the campfire munching on their food while they all ignored the obvious tension between you and Xavier. They were used to situations like these by now, but for some reason it felt as if something in the two of you changed. You used to give each other angry glares and held those for hours, whereas now you can't even make eye contact for longer than 5 seconds. The tension was slowly shifting throughout this trip, and there was no way of stopping it.

"Hey Enid, what have you got in store for us tomorrow? Please tell me it's not as exhausting as today's hike.", Kent caught everyone's attention.

"That's a surprise. I don't want anyone to complain about the plans I made again, so you'll just have to wait and see. But I'm sure you will all love it, we're gonna have so much fun !", the girl that couldn't hide her excitement said. It was obvious that the group was a bit skeptical about Enid's interpretation of fun, but hopefully this time she's right. What's the worst that could happen?

For the rest of the night everyone was singing along to some campfire songs while Divina was playing the guitar, for just a moment you forgot everything that happened today. You loved moments like these, just you and your friends enjoying each other's company while singing riptide at the top of your lungs. This was the exact reason why you said yes to this trip, these were times you wished would never be over. But all nice things must come to an end, and soon everyone disappeared to their tent once more. Surprisingly enough your tent was quiet for once, neither of you wanting to speak to another. Maybe because you were simply too tired from today's exhausting hike, falling asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

Waking up pretty early the next day, you realized you were the first one to be awake. You opened your eyes and turned around to find Xavier laying not so far away from you, a strand of his long hair covering his eyes. He looked quite handsome like this, sadly enough he wasn't always this quiet and peaceful. Remembering what he did to you yesterday, you got up with a smirk as you thought about your great plan to get him back somehow. Sneaking out of the tent as quiet as possible, you grabbed a cup that someone left near the campfire and filled it with lake water. Already giggling to yourself as you walked back to the tent with the cup in your hands, careful not to spill too much water from it already. And just like that, you threw the cup with water over Xavier's head.

Waking up confused and in shock, he looked over to see you sitting next to him dying of laughter. He on the other hand was definitely not laughing with the little prank you pulled on him, instead he pushed himself up and dragged you out of your shared tent. Picking you up in his arms and carrying you towards the lake, you quickly realized what his intentions were.

"You're gonna regret doing that to me.", he said with his deep morning voice. You'd never admit this but you'd be lying if you said he didn't sound a little hot with that voice, or maybe more than just a little.

"Nonono, please don't Xavier.", you tried to convince him not to drop you in the lake.

"Please, I'm begging you.", desperately trying to change his mind you tightly held on to him as you were getting closer and closer to the lake. The word begging caught Xavier's attention, surprised to hear how much you're willing to do just so he wouldn't drop you into the shallow water. Of course he noticed your tight grip on him too, figuring this was more than just something you didn't like. He could even see tears forming in the corner of your eyes, making him feel bad all of a sudden. Seeing you annoyed was like music to his ears, but realizing he caused you actual suffering felt so wrong. He never thought hearing you beg would feel everything but satisfying. Right before you reached the lake, he slowly put you back down on your feet without saying a word. As soon as your toes hit the ground you ran back to the tent and stayed there until it was time to leave for Enid's big surprise.

After a long and not so calming drive you finally reached today's destination, Kent hurrying out of the car the second you made it. His stomach was a little sensitive and all the turns in the mountains didn't help with that at all, but Enid's surprise definitely made him feel better.

"Okay, it's time to reveal the big surprise... We're going kayaking!!", Enid yelled out and the others jumped up with pure excitement. You on the other hand felt your stomach drop as you thought about how terribly wrong this could go. You were terrified of drowning and would much rather avoid anything that could lead to that, so you weren't exactly fond of the thought to go kayaking. But you never told anyone about this, not even your best friend, and you most definitely didn't want anyone to find out about this. You remembered how Enid said she didn't want to hear any complaints about today, so you tried to hide your anxiety building up to not ruin everyone's day but it felt as if your heart was beating outside of your chest.

"All the kayaks are for two people so let's pair up with our tent buddy and get ready to race!"

"We are so winning this.", Ajax spoke while showing everyone his winner pose.

"You don't have a chance against us, Serpent.", Bianca said as she leaned against Kent.

You didn't pay any mind to what the others were saying, too busy trying to process the whole facing-your-biggest-fear thing. While the group was so focused on fighting over who's going to win this race, Xavier was looking at you this entire time. He noticed how anxious you looked and couldn't help but think back about what happened at camp earlier, aware that you're trying to hide something from him. Not wanting to bother you with everyone else still being here, he decided to leave you alone for a bit until the others were gone.

Before you even know, all your friends had left off in their kayak and it was now your turn. Shaking on your legs as you took a couple of deep breaths before stepping into the kayak, Xavier following soon after. He wanted to win this race, hell he wants to win at everything. But he had a feeling he wasn't winning this time, at least not in the way he had hoped for.

"If we want to win this race we better start paddling now."

Xavier was really pushing you over the edge right now. All you needed was a couple more seconds to mentally prepare yourself, but he couldn't even give you that. Ignoring his existence completely, you once again tried to calm down. But that calmness didn't stay for long.

"Can you start moving already? I don't wanna get behind on the others and I'm definitely not planning on doing all the work by myself."

His complaining only fueled your anxiety more and more, ready to burst any moment now. You couldn't help but panic, needing to get out of this kayak and off the water this instant. Unfortunately your kayak had already drifted off a little too far from the shore for you to just get up and walk back. Feeling hopeless and scared, you couldn't help but cry as you were looking for a way to get out of the unsteady kayak.

Xavier froze in his spot as he saw you cry in front of him, he didn't understand what was happening. He might not know what you're so afraid of, but what he was certain of was that your fear was very much real and you needed to calm down asap. Except, you weren't calming down at all. The tears kept rolling down your cheeks, your breathing was unstable and you were shaking so much that the kayak started shaking too. You looked at your reflection in the water, trying to see how deep it was but your tears blurred your vision.

Something in his mind clicked, he needed to get you back to shore immediately. So without any hesitation he jumped out of the kayak, the water coming up to his chest, and picked you up in his arms. He had you cling to him as he carried you over the water, arms tightly wrapped around his neck and nails slightly digging into his skin out of pure fear. It didn't bother him though, he'll allow you to do so if it gives you a more secure feeling.

He didn't pay any mind to the salesman desperately yelling at him to bring back his kayak, to be completely honest he couldn't give two fucks at the moment. All he cared about was you. Yes, you. He couldn't explain why he felt the need to help you for once, he didn't even understand it himself in all honesty. And it sure as hell didn't make any sense to you either, the guy that tries to make your life a living hell suddenly starts being nice to you. There must be something hidden behind his caring behavior, he'll probably strike you with another rude action later. You were sure of it.

Wriggling yourself out of his grip as soon as he got out of the water, you turned around and walked away to hide yourself from everything else behind a large tree. You needed a moment to calm down after what just happened, a moment to just let the tears stream down your face in peace. You felt embarrassed that he out of all people had to witness that, you wished he'd never seen you that way. Certain he'd never let you forget this, he'd bug you with this till the end of time. Or that's what you assumed he'd do. But in reality, Xavier wasn't planning on telling a soul about this. Not because people would find out he did have a heart, but because this wasn't a pleasant experience for you.

It seemed like things had changed in Xavier's dark heart, could it be that he had grown a soft spot for you? Or was this just another trick of him to get your trust, just so he could break it later?

To be continued . . .

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Holding her back

Eddie Munson x reader warnings: strong language, real angsty, mentions of sexual things, no happy ending. yes, I am an evil fuck.

summary: Eddie feels like he's holding y/n back, and that's where the demise of their relationship starts

authors note: all the young adults are in high school, and so are the party members, Joyce and hopper are together, Billy isn't a pimple on anyone's ass. The upside down never happened. and yes ur dad is Pedro pascal. have fuuun

Eddie had walked into the woods before dnd started since he decided to ditch last period, noticing y/n finishing a sketch, she was sat at their spot, he couldn’t help but admire her for a bit "hey" Eddie said holding his hands as she looked at him, taking in his features before clearing her throat and looking back down at the drawing of Eddie. "you're still here, don't have a deal to tend to?" she mumbled slamming her sketchbook shut as Eddie watched her nodding "I-i wanted to talk to you. I figured I'd find you here" she hummed as she put her sketchbook in her bag and zip it up "ive gotta go, my dad could be here." she said needing to get away from him even though her lie didn’t work with the time "y/n, wait please, ive been holding this off long enough and its hurting the both of us" y/n looked at him as Eddie gazed back into her eyes "quickly" she mumbled turning a bit to face him "i think we should break up..” Eddie said as y/n gulped, her eyes filling with tears as she nodded “done then” she whispered as he voice cracked a bit, taking off the necklace he got her and placing it down on the table as she grabbed her stuff and hurried off to the front of the school, making sure she was far from Eddie so she could release the sobs she’s been holding in. Eddie put his hands in his face as he let his tears fall ‘this is what’s best for her’ he reminded himself. those two years of being together were over. all those memories and moments between the two, gone.

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the universe seemed to hate y/n as on her walk home while sobbing her eyes out, it had begun to rain, soaking her completely as she hid her sketchbook to save it from the water. it wasn’t long that she got to her house, glad that nothing happened to her books and sketchbook as she opened the door walking in before Nick looked at her confused “kid? what happened?” he said rushing for to his daughter as she gulped, she kept her gaze on the floor, not reacting to her dads touch “we broke up” she whispered as she licked her lips “what?” Nick asked confused, Eddie was over just.a few nights ago and everything seemed fine

“he broke up with me” y/n sobbed as she held onto her stuff tightly, Nick was quick to wrap his arms around her, holding her tightly as he kissed the top of her head “i’m so sorry, i’ve got you baby girl.” he muttered as he tried to calm her down “he just left you to walk in the rain?” “no, he thought you were picking me up so” y/n wiped her eyes smudging the bit of makeup that had remained on her face “i’m gonna go take a shower” she said taking her shoes off as she put her slippers on, rushing to her bathroom as she dropped all her stuff at her desk and walked into the bathroom, undressing and getting into the shower, turning the hot water on as she stood underneath it. did Eddie fall for someone else? did he realise y/n wasn’t good enough for him? did he get bored?

y/n spent an hour of her shower just standing underneath the water and crying, letting the hot water pierce her skin, before she actually began washing her hair and body, saving as well before getting out and doing her skincare, before getting changed into one of Eddie’s shirts and a pair of shorts, moving downstairs as she dried her short hair with a towel “hey kid, you feeling better?” Nick asked as he watched her sit next to him on the couch, looking at the table and all the snacks he put out for them

“i’m not hungry” she whispered, pulling her knees up to sit underneath her chin as she sniffled “kid, you gotta eat, see i got you, pizza and sushi and noodles, and your favorite shrimps, see it’s a full buffet for the two of us” he smiled looking at her and he put some of her hair behind her ear “i’ll eat later, let’s just start the movie” She muttered grabbing the remote as she turned it on. Nick looked at her as worry sat on his face.

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wayne had returned home to find the trailer quiet, when he took his shoes off and began walking to the bathroom, he’d noticed the dump Eddie’s room had become and when we went in to clean it up, he’d noticed that Eddie was sat on his mattress holding onto a shirt “ed’s, son what is all this mess?” Wayne asked before noticing how bloodshot Eddie’s eyes were “i broke up with her. i’m just holding her back, i hurt her, wayne. you should’ve seen how pained she was, i hurt her” Eddie said his lip pouting as he kept his gaze ahead

wayne sighed as he sat down next to his nephew, rubbing his shoulder as he hugged him tightly “come ‘ere, son” wayne whispered as Eddie hugged him tightly “she hates me now. i messed it all up” Eddie whispered as he held onto wayne tightly, he let the love of his life go. just like that.

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authors note: no happy ending for u little shits🤭

[strwberri-milk]

Hi again! I wanted to thank you for the Kaeya/plus size reader and was wondering if you were interested in exploring the smut parts more if you have some free time! Tysm!!

ive just done a bit more for it here!! i decided to indulge just a bit!! reader is neutral!! i try to write my fics neutral overall/leaning towards this scale bc i am not small by any means other than height and i am definitely self indulgent - thats why i write so much kaeya :D

There's nothing more Kaeya adores than spending time with you. He's super touchy and you're super warm which totally combats the way that his body runs colder.

That means he's constantly trying to snuggle you up, resting his head on your lap or curling up into a ball on your chest. Wherever you are, he's going to make himself fit to practically lay across you.

It also means that sometimes, your hands might wander without thinking, more so just trying to reach out and touch him without realising it, or do the damndest things while he's holding you to make his mind blur. This was most definitely one of those times.

You have no idea what you did this time to set him off. Genuinely, sometimes it feels like if you breathe a little too light it'll make him go feral because it almost sounds like you're whimpering.

Now, he's got you pinned against the wall, towering over you with his arms at the side of your head. Your hands rest on his waist, unsure of what he's doing until you feel the soft pressure of his lips against yours, letting his hands fall to pull you into his chest.

"You've been so touchy today," you laugh slightly, giggling more as he presses kisses against your cheek.

"Just let me have some fun with you, alright? You can't think I'm not going to indulge when you've spent all day being the sweetest thing on Earth?"

He continues to kiss you, tongue slipping into your mouth and sliding against yours to distract you from his wandering hands. You squeak a little when you feel him slip into the pockets of your pants, gently squeezing the plush of your ass.

"Okay? You're okay with that?" he whispers against your lips, giving you a very obvious look.

He's a big squeezer. I can't explain it but someone give this man a fidget toy he'd love it. For now, he's just going to use you, squeezing and kissing at your thighs from between your legs, looking up at you as if you are singlehandedly responsible for bringing the world to life.

He managed to lead you towards the bedroom, laying you down on the sheets and stripping you down to nothing for his hungry eyes. His gaze wanders, making room for himself and letting your thighs rest against his hips as he presses more reverential kisses down your skin.

Just to tease, you can feel him trail his lips down your skin before going where you need him most. His mouth immediately goes to suck and lick, blunt nails digging into your thighs as he prevents you from closing up over his head. He's obsessed with the way his fingers imprint your skin, only parting with your sex when he decides your thighs look a little lonely.

You push and push against his grasp, failing miserably and whimpering pathetically at the sight of his muscular arms flexing to push against you and keep you in place. His back flexes, neck craning up to look at you and you think you've died on gone to heaven. He just digs his nails more into you, obsessed with the way his fingers force your body to give under his strong hold.

"You're - ah! -" you whine, burying yourself in Kaeya's face as he continues to insist on lapping up your nectar as though he's a man starved.

There's nothing you can say outside a safeword to stop him, not even registering that he's finally parted from your spit-soaked thighs and dripping slit to sit up and admire the mess he's made just with his mouth.

His hands begin to feel you up again, squeezing and lightly scratching down your skin as you catch your breath. He adores every part of you, lust-filled gaze trying to figure out what other noises he should try to draw out of you and how. For now, he decides to press your thighs to your chest, presenting your desperate hole to him.

"Too much? Do you need me to stop?" he asks lowly, biting his lip at the way your chest heaves with each breath you take.

"No, it's okay," you say softly, shuddering as he rubs circles under your knees.

"Good. Because I just want to make you melt."

He slides into you easily, making you let out the breath you didn't know you were holding as he starts off with slow strokes. He savours your body, relishing the warmth you've surrounded him with that increases tenfold once your thighs lock around his waist. He grinds up against you, smirking at the noise it brings out of you.

You feel his chest meet yours, kissing you hard again as his thrusts pick up, hips slamming home against yours over and over until you really do end up melting all over him.

[beautifulpersonpeach]

It's cold and dreary and the tannies are gone,,, *cries in the corner* But the re-debuting (?) efforts for 2 cool 4 skool (I definitely didn't know how to spell this lol) is so heartwarming!! I just feel warm and fuzzy inside, you know?? Do you know if these fandom efforts are typical for kpop groups? I don't know what to expect for this ms era. I keep seeing articles and discussions that talk about who'll fill in the gap that's left by bts. It's not that I'm super worried (I know exactly where I stand), but I just don't know what will happen next as a whole. I quite enjoy the current army atmosphere. It makes me think that armys are the best when they are working towards a goal. Would you be able to share what are the things that ppl (who's never been through something like this) should keep in mind moving forward for the next 6month-1.5year? Thank you so much!

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Yeah, re-charting old songs is something more than a few fandoms do from time to time, but ARMYs’ aim of re-charting several old songs, sometimes whole albums, at once and methodically - that’s something I don’t think has been done before. And yes it warms my heart to see the fandom give BTS this. Even though it’s more of symbolic gesture than ‘huge achievement’, it’s a tangible way the fandom can express that we intend to stick by BTS this entire time. Life might happen, we might explore other groups and hobbies or take some time to ourselves, but we’ll never really abandon BTS or forget them while they’re in service. It also allows the fandom the opportunity to re-experience BTS’s old music. It’s reminding me of why I fell in love with them in the beginning.

And you’re right. The fandom does need a goal to work towards. One of the first things I said on this blog that I remember people got mad at me for (lol), was that I think many ARMYs are just Type A k-pop stans who prioritize BTS. A lot of us do well with targets and performance measures, using information and ingenuity to achieve desired goals for someone we love genuinely gets us going. When the fandom is aimless people go crazy. So yeah, keep ARMYs busy and peace will be reasonably attainable.

It seems HYBE intends to keep milking the fandom too - more documentaries are coming, at least four members will release new music over the next 1.5 years, we might get a Jin tour/showcase or Hobi live performances, etc. So I guess we’ve got nothing to worry about on that front.

I’m not too sure myself what to expect between now and 2025. Last week I talked about what usually happens when a group enlists based on what I’ve observed:

1. Some people take a break away from k-pop fully.

2. Some explore other groups, whether or not they end up stanning as well.

3. Some people stay in k-pop and remain only committed to BTS

All three options are valid and sometimes there’s no real difference between how people approach options 2 and 3.

But really, while the guys are in the military I don’t expect the infighting within the fandom to reduce. At best it’s going to remain this annoying for the next 18 months. I know people are hopeful we get more spaced out releases but I’m actually expecting some stacked line-ups in releases next year. I’m also not expecting Seven/Golden-style promotions for any member that doesn’t release under HYBE America. The usual suspects (akgaes, shooters, antis, shippers) will be whining in any case so it’s going to be a pain.

And outside the fandom, I know the race is going to be mad. Right now ATEEZ, Stray Kids, NewJeans, RIIZE, Aespa, VCHA, Katseye, IVE, SHINee, Blackpink and few more… are revving up to take over in 2024. I’m so curious to see all the ways these groups/their companies will try to fill the BTS vacuum. How they will try to court ARMYs and pitch themselves as the rightful successors to BTS.

I’m not really sure what to expect but I know it’s going to be a fun time that’s for sure.

[fragilecapric0rnn]

ive gotta ask for 🔀 & steddie please!

hi Mj! thanks for the ask!

as it seems, the writing gods want to keep the angst theme going...

because CHRIST is this a sad ass song.

I've toyed with the idea in my head of a steddie fic that is more on the sad side, something where they just can't make it work, but good god do they try really hard to make it work. But at the end of the day, they're just two traumatized boys, carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. So, for one reason or another, they're perpetually on-again off-again.

This line in particular —

Oh so kiss him again Just to prove to me that you can I will stand here And burn in my skin

— is particularly gut wrenching to me.

I can see it as them seeing each other after their last failed attempt at being together. They're in their mid to late twenties.

Steve moved to Chicago to live with Robin after their break-up, caused by their inability to communicate, both of them bottling up their feelings, only for said feelings to be released in an alcohol induced blow-up that ended in Eddie storming out of Steve's apartment, coming back in the morning to get his belongings and say his goodbyes.

Eddie, thinking that they just need some space, that he can go back to the apartment in a few weeks and try again. Try and make it work again. This time he'll stop drinking. This time he'll try harder. Only this time was the last time, as he goes back to the apartment in Hawkins and sees that it's vacant.

But now, it's years later. Steve didn't think he'd be seeing Eddie tonight. Eddie never made an effort to show up to anything that anyone invited him to in the past. Eddie is the furthest thing from his mind as he makes his way into the bar, the entire place rented out for Max and Lucas' engagement party. Steve showed up with Robin on one side and his newest (and most serious) boyfriend, Nick, on his other side. He was feeling good. Two of his closest friends, celebrating a huge milestone, his heart filled to the brim with excitement.

The night progressed, champagne flowing, Nick chomping it up with his friends and being the charming beacon of sunshine he always was, in every setting, in private and in public. Steve beamed with joy, it was oozing out of every pore of his body. He is happy.

Robin stiffens beside him, grabs onto his bicep, stealing his attention away from the story that Nick was telling Dustin and El about their trip to the coast. As soon as Steve turns his head, sees what made Robin react in such a way, he is hit with every emotion humanly possible.

Standing on the other side of the room, staring at them with a blank expression, was Eddie. His hair was still long, the bangs gone, grown into the rest of his hair. Steve wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there, but there he was. Like a ghost come back to haunt him. He felt 19 again, heart ready to burst outside of his chest, sprout legs and sprint toward him. Not a single day had passed, but the five years felt like fifty. Hard blinks to make sure he's not dreaming, prickles of anxiety draw up his spine. He can't breathe

Meanwhile, Eddie had stayed on the other side of the room on purpose. He had been there all of thirty seconds, knowing damn well that Steve was going to be there, but never expecting to see him here like this, with someone other than Robin.

After the breakup, Eddie spiraled. He didn't leave the house for over a month. Wayne had to coax him into stepping out onto the porch every once in a while to feel fresh air, to remind him he was alive. He never left Indiana. Worked as a mechanic and never dated anyone seriously after Steve. It had hurt to bad. Too much. Kept a safe distance from everyone, well, except Dustin and Max. They wouldn't let him hide for too long. Ironic as it is, considering they were also closest with Steve. But, when they were around Eddie, his name never entered the conversation, never entered the vicinity, who's Steve, type of reaction. Yet, he still spent years rejecting invitations to celebrations, deciding to be a shut in, a recluse, celebrate the wins of life with two of his oldest friends in private.

Until Max and Lucas got engaged. Knowing, this would be the only wedding for either of them. Knowing, Max would be upset if he missed out on these moments. Knowing, he'd see him. He still agreed to show up to the first celebration of many.

And immediately regretted it.

Why didn't they tell him that Steve was with somebody? Why, even if they never spoke his name in Eddie's presence, did neither of them feel the need to tell him how fucking happy he looked?

This was a mistake. He needed to leave before he was seen by Steve.

He really should've guessed that Robin was the one he truly needed to avoid. Steve's second set of eyes. He froze when his eyes met hers. Stood there in the walkway, only a few feet from exiting. In his line of sight, there was Steve right behind her. Looking at his boyfriend like the sun was shining out of his ass.

He couldn't move. Feet further cemented to the ground when Steve's eyes locked onto him.

Kick in the stomach, punch to the neck, air stolen right from his body by the sight of the man who broke his heart all those years ago. The man who's heart he broke right back.

His legs, suddenly uncemented, start moving. But not in the direction of the door. No. For some god forsaken reason, they take him right into the direct line of fire.

As usual, his body and brain never chose the right moments to lean into cowardice.

send me a 🔀 and a pairing, and i’ll shuffle my playlist and make an au based on the first song that comes up

[sakumasmut]

dear lord ive been thinking soooo much about keito that it's making me insane... can i request a reader and (afab) keito with semi-exhibitionism (office sex after hours) + breeding kink fic? he's just so so so cute and i need to fuck him until he's nothing but a bitch in heat

Afab!Keito Hasumi x Gn!Reader

(reader has a cock)

tags/warnings: breeding, semi-public sex, clothed sex, degradation

I’m sorry I’m doing all the keito reqs first but I was so excited about finally doing trans chara smut…sometimes the boys need to be bred.

ao3

Keito’s office was the only one that still had the lights on, mainly because almost everyone else had gone home at this point. There were probably some staff still in the hallways or packing up paperwork in their cubicles, but you knew Keito was hoping they wouldn’t chance a glance through the glass in the center of the door. He didn’t want anyone seeing him pressed down against his own desk, pants bunched up around his ankles and legs spread while you drove your cock into his dripping cunt.

His glasses were fogged up from how heavily he was breathing, one hand desperately gripping onto the side of the table while the other covered his mouth to try and stifle his moans. He was so wet that you were easily bottoming out in him each time you slid in, the sound of skin slapping against skin the only things echoing across the room, mixing in with his stifled grunts.

“You’re such a bitch in heat.” You cooed into his ear, body draped over his back. “So uptight during work, but you come undone real easy once there’s a cock inside you, huh?”

Keito didn’t respond, simply continuing to stifle his noises by biting his lip and covering his mouth. Even with his best efforts though, the occasional whine made it past his fingers and into your ears.

“What’s wrong? Don’t want the building to hear your pretty little moans? Don’t wanna show the world how big of a cock slut you are?”

He shut his eyes and clenched his teeth, the hiss of the air blowing through the gaps audible. The night sky was in clear view behind the glass walls, but it also meant the sight of you pressed into him was free for anyone that happened to look into the building at this time. Of course, you were so far away that no one was going to identify you two, but the thought of someone seeing how well the Keito Hasumi was taking your cock sent blood rushing through your veins.

Your thrusts sped up, the desk creaking underneath Keito as his grip on it got tighter, begging for it to stop making so much noise lest it attract attention.

“Admit it, wouldn’t it be hot if someone walked in? See you with your legs spread just for me? Though they’d probably be pissed if they’re the janitor, having to clean up whatever drips onto the floor. Guess that means I’ll have to do it inside you then, to make sure we don’t leave any evidence.”

You made sure to slam hard as you spoke, and your face lit up in glee when you finally got what you wanted—a moan escaped his lips, the first of many you’d be getting out of him.

“Is that what you want? Want me to fill you up and make you a daddy?”

You ripped the hand that was covering his mouth away from his face and slammed it onto the table, forcing his groans of pleasure to be much more audible.

“Answer me, Keito.”

“Y-Yes.” He finally gasped out, his pants sounding more like whines, “Inside. D-Do it inside.”

“What was that?” You grinned. “Say it louder please, I didn’t quite catch that.”

“Cum inside me.” He hissed, moaning loudly as you pressed your tip against a sweet spot just right. “I-I want you to cum inside.”

You smirked and began to ram into his g-spot at a brutal pace, forcing the mewls out of the normally uptight Keito. He gave up trying to be quiet, instead focusing on just staying in place, the table rocking back and forth with each snap of your hips. His moans filled the air, garbled attempts of saying your name or the occasional curse that would be cut off each time you slammed back in. You had him perfectly compliant to you, and you couldn’t be more satisfied.

“G-Gah, g-gonna—“ He gasped, and you felt him clench around your length as he moaned, body shuddering. You couldn’t resist the way he felt trying to milk you, giving his body what it wanted and pumping your load right into his cervix.

You weren’t too spent, but Keito looked utterly exhausted, glasses lopsided as his cheek pressed against the cold, flat surface of his desk. After about a minute he tried to push himself back up, arms and legs shaking, but you pressed a palm firmly down the center of his back, making him collapse back onto the desk.

“I didn’t say we were done.”

You slid your softened cock out slowly, until only the tip was left for his outer lips to latch onto. You rubbed your length against his entrance, and he whined, scratching at the desk once more. You chuckled, the sight already making you hard.

“I’m gonna fuck my cum deep into you, and fill you up some more. You’re not moving till your legs collapse, alright?”

Keito whimpered, but nodded as you lined your erect member back up to his hole to ruin it once more.

[auxiliarydetective]

Love and War, Chapter 8

Goodbye

i. | ii. | iii. | iv. | v. | vi. | vii. | viii. | ix. | x. | xi. | xii. | xiii.

AO3

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And so, Anita ended up staying with Easy Company. Starting the next day, they would be moving again. It was a welcome change of pace, especially compared to sitting around and freezing. After Bastogne, they were now in the area of Foy, a town fast in the Germans’ hands. As the days went by, Anita found herself getting more and more accepted into Easy. She made new acquaintances like Garcia, Andrews, Miller and Hashey and deepened her relationship with people like Buck Compton, Frank Perconte, Joe Toye and Donald Hoobler. First Sergeant Lipton was kind to her too, as he was kind to anyone. Even Lieutenant Dike sometimes talked to her, though the conversations were always very short and awkward. The poor man, “Foxhole Norman”, who seemed like he was in over his head. Either way, those little conversations with friends and acquaintances made the icy cold weather just a little easier to deal with. If you were complaining about the cold, at least you could do it together. But there were also moments that made cold showers, colder than the snow, run down Anita’s spine. Moments like the death of Donald Hoobler. It had been a single shot in the distance. Just one. Only a while later had she learned what had happened. Hoobler had been shot in the leg by the thing he had gone around bragging with to everyone, by his most prized loot, his luger. It had hit the main artery, leaving him to bleed out in panic and pain. But that was far from the worst. The worst was yet to come.

The day had started with Easy returning to its old position overlooking Foy, just at the edge of the woods. What had greeted them were shattered trees everywhere, a foreboding message of what was to come. That was artillery. Whatever Anita had believed to be artillery fire before had been nothing compared to the shellings here. The images of the trees around her made Anita think of her cheek wound. Splinters from these explosions wouldn’t have simply pierced her cheek, they could take out her entire leg.

Foxholes were being dug, an activity that Anita could almost say she enjoyed, simply because it made her feel the most useful. This time, she was helping Guarnere, gathering branches for his cover.

“Thanks Anita," he said and took back his little axe. “You’re a quick lumberjack.”

“It’s not like a had to chop down a tree, the Germans already did that for me," Anita explained. “I just had to chop off the branches. Do you need any more?”

“No, I think that’s enough.”

Together, they started arranging the branches to cover the foxhole, weaving them together to create a little wall.

“Hey, how’s your face?” Guarnere asked. “Is it healing well?”

“Well, I haven’t had any complaints yet," Anita said. “Probably gonna leave a scar though.”

“Eh, don’t worry about that. Scars don’t make you any less beautiful.”

“You’re always a charmer.”

“Of course. Gotta make sure you don’t regret stayin’. You ever miss bein’ a rigger?”

“Sometimes," Anita confessed. “But I miss Aldbourne for a different reason.”

“Bars? Warmth?”

“Showers. God, I would die for a shower right now. I feel so yucky.”

“Eh, you’re fine," Guarnere told her. “But if you ever wanna shower and you need someone to stand guard, ya let me know, alright?”

“Sure," Anita chuckled.

That was when an explosion went off, closely followed by another and another and another. The Germans had started firing on their position. Yells filled the air, barely audible over the noise. Guarnere pulled Anita into his chest as they cowered in the barely finished foxhole. In the middle of the chaos, Don plopped down next to them, covering his head. The shelling seemed to go on for hours, smoke clouding the skies, snow being whirled around, splinters flying through the air. When it was quiet again, it was almost haunting. Slowly, Guarnere let Anita go and gave her a pat on the back. The three of them, Anita, Don and Guarnere, looked over the foxhole like cautious rabbits.

“Maybe we should see if anybody’s hit," Don suggested, giving a voice to Anita’s thoughts.

“Eh, Malark, that’s what they want," Guarnere said. “The Krauts are trying to draw us out in the open.”

Anita’s ears were still ringing with the sound of the explosions when she heard a voice. It was pained, distorted, sending shivers down her spine.

“I gotta get up… I gotta get up…”

“Does anyone else hear that?” she gasped.

Both Don and Guarnere nodded.

“Is that Joe?” Guarnere asked.

For a few seconds, they all listened in silence.

“Yeah, I think that’s Joe," Don confirmed.

Anita remembered something: She still had one first aid packet left. Doc Roe had given it to her, along with schooling her once again that she should never put herself in danger to help another person. She should leave that up to the medics. But if the opportunity ever called for it, he had said, she could use the packet to save a life. It seemed that time was now. Joe Toye was out there, not too far away, sounding like he was in shock. He needed her help. Quickly, Anita got up but was immediately pulled back down.

“Stay," Guarnere said curtly, then hurried into the snow and the smoke to where the voice had come from.

“Stay in your foxholes!” another voice shouted further away. “Stay in your foxholes!”

Anita looked after him, clenching her gloved hands into fists. She wanted to be the one out there. She needed to know if Toye was okay. Her mind trailed back to the story about Hoobler. Joe Toye was probably in a similar state he was in, scared and in pain. At least Hoobler hadn’t been alone, but Toye was. He was all by himself. Or he would be until Guarnere reached him. Hopefully, it would all be okay.

“You alright?” Don asked, placing a hand on Anita’s arm.

This snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah, yeah… I’m just…”

“Worried about Joe?”

“Yeah. I feel bad just sitting here.”

“Bill’s gonna take care of him. He’s gonna be okay.”

Anita nodded quietly. She leaned against Don and closed her eyes, hoping to find a calmer piece of mind. But that attempt was cut short by another explosion. Another shelling. Immediately, Anita’s heart beat faster than machine gun fire. Toye and Guarnere were still out there! She tried to peek over the top of the foxhole, but Don pulled her down. This barrage was torture. It went on for what felt like hours, leaving Anita panicking inside over whether her friends were okay. They had to be okay. They had to have made it to a foxhole. Finally, the noise died down again. Anita looked around, trying to spot movement in the smoke.

“They’re okay, Annie," Don assured her. “They’re-“

“MEDIC!”

That was Buck Compton’s voice, but distorted and shaky. Immediately, Anita hurled herself out of the foxhole. This time, there was no stopping her. The call had come from the direction Joe Toye’s voice had also come from, from the direction Guarnere had run to. She could hardly see, hardly breathe in the smoke, but she kept going. Finally, she broke through the trees. Before her stood Buck Compton, his helmet in the snow next to him, his hands shaking. He was blankly staring at the ground in front of him. What he was looking at made Anita’s heart stop and shatter. On scarlet-colored snow lay her friends, Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye, unconscious. Both of them had been hit in the leg, but it was no ordinary wound. No. Toye had had his leg blown off, a large, bloody flesh wound right where a leg should have been. Guarnere’s leg was completely mingled, like a wild animal had torn it apart. The sight made Anita nauseous, but she could hardly feel it over the pain in her chest, the urge to scream and cry. But she didn’t. She knew she had to do something.

“Buck," she said softly, carefully approaching him. “Buck.”

He looked at her with widened eyes, his breathing shallow.

“You need to sit down, okay? Come on.”

She picked up his helmet from the floor and took him by the arms. It took some effort to turn his frozen body around, but finally he let himself be moved. Slowly, she guided him to a fallen tree nearby and sat him down.

“Drink some water," she suggested. “You’ll feel better. Everything is going to be okay. They’ll make it.”

She didn’t know if she believed what she said, but she told herself she did. Once he was safely settled down, she headed back to where Toye and Guarnere were, taking a deep breath. Who to help first? What could she even do for Guarnere? That was not a wound for first aid, that was- Oh god, it was awful. Quickly, she squatted down next to Toye, took off her gloves and pulled out her first aid packet. Where was that medic? What was taking him so long? Finally, right at that moment, Doc Roe came. Anita made space for him, letting him do his work. That was when Toye’s eyes fluttered open. Immediately, he started to breathe rapidly, pained groans escaping between each gasp for air.

“You’re okay, Joe, you’re okay," Anita told him, taking his hand. “You’re going to be okay.”

“I don’t want this anymore," Toye whimpered.

“You’ll be okay. Hang in there, Joe.” She ran her fingers across his cheek. “Just breathe.”

“Shit," she heard a groan behind her.

She turned around to see that Bill Guarnere had propped himself up. He was now wriggling around, trying to move. It reminded her hauntingly of Toye’s words. I gotta get up. I gotta get up.

“Hey, Bill, don’t move," she gasped.

She left Toye in the hands of Doc Roe and rushed to Bill’s side. Carefully, she wrapped an arm around him, giving him stability. He leaned against her limply, his breathing shallow from the pain.

“Somethin’ tells me I won’t recover from this too easy," he groaned.

“No, this is your ticket home," Anita said softly.

Steps approached in the snow and Don came out from behind the trees. His eyes were widened in shock. Quickly, he scrambled to the floor next to Joe Toye and helped him stay upright.

“What can I do?”

“You got a smoke?” Toye asked through gritted teeth.

Quickly, Don shook off his glove and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

“Jesus, what’s a guy gotta do to get killed around here?” Toye moaned.

Whatever the cigarette Don gave him would do to help, Anita hoped it had the effect he wanted. Maybe, just maybe, it would distract him. From behind the trees, two men with a stretcher arrived.

“Bill, you’re going first," the medic said.

“Whatever you say, Doc," Bill groaned. “Whatever you say. - Hey, Anita?”

“Yes?” Anita replied, squeezing his shoulders.

“How about you kiss me goodbye?”

A chuckle escaped Anita from somewhere deep down, despite her feeling nothing like laughing. Before the two men came to pick him up, she pressed a kiss on his cheek and ran her fingers through his hair. When he was lifted onto the stretcher, Bill cried out in pain at the sudden movement, sending shivers down Anita’s spine.

That was when Lipton arrived.

“Hey, Lip. They got ol’ Guarnere this time," Bill announced as if apologetically.

Lipton just stared, then looked around as if trying to assess the situation.

“Hey, Joe," Bill said as they carried him off, “I told ya I’d beat ya back to the states.”

That was the last Anita heard from him. She stared at him for a few seconds, then forced herself to look away. Her eyes wandered around as if she had been taken out of a trance. Then, she saw Luz coming towards the group from where Compton still sat, his head in his hands.

“Hey, Lip," Luz said somberly, as if to announce something. But when he saw Joe Toye, whimpering and gasping for air on the ground, his leg missing, he froze.

“How’s Buck?," Lipton asked. But he got no response. “Luz! How’s Buck?”

“He’s fine," Luz replied quietly.

“You sure?”

“Yes, he’s fine. … You should probably go talk to him now, huh?”

“Alright.”

So, Lipton left to go see Compton. Luz stood there for a while, looking like any gust of wind could knock him over. Then, he headed off. Anita watched him leave, nausea twisting her insides. She took one more look at Joe Toye on the ground. He was in good hands, she told herself. Don and Doc Roe would take care of him. Buck Compton had someone to look after him now, too. But there was one person who had nobody. So, Anita followed Luz through the trees. She found him sitting in a foxhole, all by himself.

“Hey," she said softly.

“Hey," he replied, trying to force a smile.

She sat down in the foxhole next to him and looked him in the eyes. They were empty, hollow. Their usually warm and lively brown had turned cold.

“How do you feel?”

“Peachy," he said. “Never been better.”

With shaky hands, he reached in his pocket and pulled out a cigarette pack. His eyes fixated on something in the distance, he popped it open and fished around inside, only to find out that it was empty.

“Shit," he murmured.

Quickly, Anita opened her bag and pulled out her own, still full pack of cigarettes, offering it to him. That got his attention. Finally, he looked her in the eyes.

“I thought you didn’t smoke," he said as he took one of the cigarettes and started searching his pockets for his lighter.

“I don’t. But they gave me a pack when I left for Bastogne, just like everyone else got one," Anita explained. “Figured I might as well keep it. You never know when someone might need a smoke.”

That was when George Luz smiled again, even if just a little. It was the faint hint of a smile, but it was enough. As he fumbled with his lighter, just a little of his usual self was back.

“Here, let me help you," Anita offered.

She took his lighter and lit his cigarette for him. The smoke that now started to fill the air made her feel at home. In a way, she had started associating it with Easy Company. Those nights in the pub at Aldbourne. It reminded her of Don, Luz… but also of Bill. Her body tensed up at the memory, making her want to puke out her intestines.

“Hey, where’d you leave your gloves?” Luz asked, taking one of her hands and puffing a cloud of warm smoke onto it.

Now it was Anita whose hands were shaking. One was occupied by Luz, the other she used to cover her mouth to muffle a sob. She had left her gloves with Joe Toye.

“Come here," Luz said softly and pulled her into his arms.

She let him, unable to resist anything and yearning for human touch as some sort of remedy to her pain. Her whole body shaking with her sobs, she clung on to him like a lifeline.

“It’s okay," Luz told her, rubbing his hands across her back. “Let it out. It’s gonna be okay.”

They stayed like this for a while. Over and over, he told her that it would be okay, comforted her, made her feel safe, understood. Slowly but surely, Anita’s breathing calmed, her sobs faded away, her thoughts stopped spinning. Finally, she took a deep breath and pulled herself out of Luz’s comforting arms.

“I’m sorry," she mumbled.

“Don’t be," he replied.

“You keep having to deal with my emotions. That’s gotta be tough.”

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“You too. Anyone who offers me smokes is a good friend.”

“I take it back, you’re awful.”

“There’s the Anita I know.”

“You want another smoke for later?”

“Always.”

So, Anita once again pulled out her cigarette pack and took out a few cigarettes, transporting them from her pack into Luz’s.

“And when you light it…”

“I’ll think of my favourite wacko, the pinup angel who gifted it to me.”

“That’s the spirit.”

They stayed in silence for a while, watching the grey skies. Anita rubbed her hands together, trying to somehow keep them warm. She breathed in the smoke as Luz took the last drag of his cigarette and watched as he threw the remains of it away with a light flick of his hand. That was when Don approached from behind.

“There you are, Annie," he said and came down into the foxhole. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry, sorry," Anita said. “I had to make a social call.”

“Those are your gloves, right?”

Anita looked at the black woolen gloves in his hands, then at her own hands, reddened with the cold.

“Yeah," she said a little faintly. “Can’t go too long without 'em in this god-awful weather.”

[dhdhhehdndbdbd]

oh no just got that sudden realization that everything that i have right now in this moment is temporary, the cat begging for food and always meowing, my mom working from home with her workaholic boss, me always wanting to get out of miami, my local friends who i grew up with (and it seems our dreams are always a struggle to reach rather than a work in progress). the bland water coffee with sugary creamer and the disgustingly hot hudmity outside. im nostalgic for a time that im living right now.

i think nostalgia will actually kill me. it is such a poison.

im graduating next year. sure, its a year, but thats only honestly not far off. im thinking of going to lowell, at least for a little bit. wouldn't that be fun?

oh wait, the majority of the time ive spent with my family is nearly over, once i leave, i will be gone. i will see them rarely. thats what i wanted, isnt it? i know i bitch about that fact that i havent left my parents house and im already 20, but you know you're not gonna get this time back, right?

19 was nearly yesterday. a hell of a year. today im 20 and tomorrow ill be 21, then 23, then 27, then 30. and this is how im spending my life? it feels like a waste sometimes. im not doing enough/what i want to do. i think im honestly just really lonely. i havent had a strong connection with anyone, for a while. im already getting over the last one. "already", okay, its been a year and a half. but whatever. if i wanted to k*ll myself for the time it takes me to truly get over anything then i would've done it already.

hunter texted me again. i feel bad, he's probably lonely, probably misses me, and probably thinks we have a chance again. and thats my fault, you made it seem like he did. you need to stop pulling this boy around. you'll find another one - leave him alone, let him be. even if he's lonely. its better to be lonely than confused.

as i look objectively of who would be good and who wouldn't, yeah, the options are sparse. enough of the attention, thinking about actual connection. and even the idea of being in a relationship to me right now just kinda of... bleh. i saw the way sofi & jacob were, and im glad they're happy, but i dunno... i just feel like being in that kind of relationship, i wouldn't be happy. but also yeah, im not in that relationship, idk if i'd be with someone like jacob or sofi. he just kind of reminds me of how boys are, as nice as he is, and im just, bleeeeeghhhhh. maybe im just not happy with men? maybe its women/andro people i should go for? i always felt more intune with them/i seem to attract women. okay, you're a fucking lesbian, what else is new. nah, if i actually got along with a guy, yeah absolutely we could date. except, oh wait that already happened, and you rejected him bc of his looks. well, other things too. thats alright. i dont think that's a relationship that would've lasted, much at all. real love prevails. itll happen if its meant to. i know that now.

does it always have to be a partner to fill that void? wouldn't it just be nice to have friends who understand you, and then maybe something after that? well, thats the dream. now im just left picking up crumbs and hoping for something.

what a strange time

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

Yo, I don't know what to do, either. But, cue the broken record, I haven't (really) seen you since 2005, I believe. Can I accomplish that, at least? Anyway, I happened upon a question you posed that wondered if certain people are destined, at birth, to give far more love than they receive...After quickly identifying myself as a likely example of this assumed group, I realized that I can actually answer this question....and, there's good news and bad. Yes, my approach to love and relationships creates a pattern whereby, yes, not only will I fall we short of most humans statistics in the field of "time spent in a relationship(s), during which, after establishing and continuously improving upon, some kind of positive connection, neurotransmitters light the mind and spirit causing the participants of these to resemble someone connected to a Peruvian Flake IV. Sure, they'll experience intermittent heartache when these connections prove themselves either false, insufficient, or become outdated...but starting the process anew is infinitely easier for most than myself. NOT. ONLY. THAT. Your second assumption, that we give away a great deal of "unrequited love" is not only correct, but insufficient. I actually have gone through life since middle school never being willing (or able) to seriously date more than 2 people known by me...very often, the number is 1. Because, to use your verbiage, I operate by "vibe." I am affected very little by what I observe in others' actions...and even less by their conversational verbiage and subject matter. I can't list a "criteria" of preferred traits because I have, at one time or another, been taken by nearly the entire gamut...in short, it doesn't seem to make a difference. My invisible switch, if you will, is either flipped, or it's not. This may sound insane, but truthfully, how often, after getting to know a man well, has his actual character at all resembled the full body costume he sported during the first few months of your relationship? How much help did asking all sorts of questions and learning his daily routine end up providing? Anyway, yes, I have spent much time longing and precious little actually getting where I wanted with the "responders" lol....strangely enough, while the intuitive process did a decent job predicting who I could love. Love and compatability are two very different things. I had plenty of love free sex during my youth, but eventually dismissed it as something, more often than not, nowhere near worth the trouble....certain people and situations are exceptions, of course. I know you are skeptical of this tale (would introducing you to people who heard me tell it in 2002 make a difference?) Anyway, I'll skip the details, but the aforementioned "switch" was not simply flipped but blown to pieces in a violent explosion by you. Need I mention..this is not a conscious choice on my part (the method described) While I definitely, again, would very much appreciate and be forever grateful for the chance to see and speak to you....I don't think that, unless you had a similar reaction to me as I did to you, or developed feelings in spite of absence, it likely will not ever be something you would be willing to attempt to make work (I go all out) But, that was always, obviously, an acknowledged possibility....you do not need to be afraid of me, no matter what your feelings are or aren't. There are a million blanks that I could fill in if you ever become interested in hearing me do so....but, to clarify, when I, for example, refuse to date you in the midst of a poly nest....there is acreason for this that is not entirely selfish. Love you. May the next fuckin' thing I read of your's be a Starbucks address?

[chaandkeeroshni]

06.01.23

It’s been a whole while and it’s a new year, and I haven’t been able to write in a while haha.

Coming back to Lahore is always so many emotions, and out of all things I experience here, the worst is resentment. the bitterness that comes back with a single change in tone, reminding me how much I have probably repressed.

out of so many things ive been feeling ive just been realizing how demented my relationship with care is. im always looking. and sometimes it just feels cruel because i see authenticity in none of it. i begin to start seeing someone as my anchor and even if i don’t freak the fuck out, i feel dissociated as fuck. Doesn’t feel like my thing to have, doesn’t feel like this feeling belongs to me. itll always take a while for me to believe it’s mine, and by then, it’s usually gone already. it’s cruel almost, sometimes. and i am so so tired.

off late i had a lot of anxiety with work starting but work started and brought so much relief. work has always been central to me maintaining my sanity. i daydream about a life of rest where i can just be, without the need for work to constantly occupy me, because i refuse to live a life where i need to be working for someone, filling hours, always looking for some kind of external validation to just be.

I met Raba today and she was being her usual self asking me to tell her exactly what she should do to fix a situation, and then we got dinner and then she tasted my strawberry chiller and said she wanted the same one, and once she left i got a missed call and she said it was Ayzel, she also tried to video call me, and it was technically her first call to her khala. Maria messaged me saying she was over her tantrum and she didn’t want to lose me. Preceding message being, this feels like a bigger breakup. she told me last two days had been heavy and mostly because she doesn’t know how to deal with her emotions without me. and it’s been sweet, and it’s always been, amidst the inconsistency and anxieties of dealing with other things including men, sisterhood has always been the safest. it has always held with care, with love, always reverting back to kindness after tantrums. laughing in its own face when trying to abandon. reminds me of grade 10 and when I flirted with Raba’s stupid boyfriend and she was mad and she cried but she’d still spend nights talking to me.

sisterhood itself has always softly spoken to me of reasons it should be prioritized. sisterhood itself has always been a reminder.

it’s been chaotic. and in the chaos, abr has kind of been an anchor. and having that feels lovely and safe but there’s so much between him and i that i somehow can’t get past. it just feels like this feeling doesn’t belong to me and it’ll dissipate before i even call it mine.

ibrahim has been another anchor and sometimes i can’t imagine what a shitshow living in this house, ever, would be without him.

a lot’s been weighing on my heart. and it’s sad, and sometimes i don’t know what to do, and where to go. I always find a spiral to get myself stuck in. i always manage to do that.

and sometimes, i do think of and miss danyal. Not with the same pain, not with any pain mostly. Mostly, I think of how he’d be. What he does with all his crazy thoughts now, and where does he find safety. Life is so strange, and people always come and go, the uncertainty of love itself keeps making a mockery out of it.

Like always, daydreaming is my safest abode. And I manifest feeling safe, cherished, loved and at rest. there is abundance in that. there has to be.

[kissysparkles]

Hawaii Diaries 002

11/30/22

Stepping into yourself is lonely. You realize that all the times you ever depended on someone they let you down, that anytime you ever needed someone they were nowhere to be found. They listen but they don’t really. Is it just to benefit them in the end? So I will listen to them when they need to talk so they just sit though my boring descriptions of the same old situation that I put myself in. In the same exact situations that I try to avoid. The same ones that make me feel like this in the end. That make me feel lost. That make me feel like I completely need to start over. The ones that make me go into autopilot and get high to forget it ever happened. But when you can’t get high anymore, when being drunk is no longer an escape, but a trigger. What do you do? That’s when you begin to heal. Not when you drink away the pain, when you smoke away the pain. Because it will always still be there. When its all said and done, when all the highs that you’re chasing wear off, what do you feel? Quite honestly it feels empty. You realize you’ve filled your days so much with smoking that you don’t even realize a full 24 hours has gone by and all you’ve done was waste the day away. Always waiting for the right moment to do something, to be something. But there will never be that. There will never be no right moment, no right time and no right person to tell you how to do things. Its just you. It’s a scary feeling to realize, and a freeing one. The moment you realize its you against the world you start to see things differently. You start to realize why people are the way they are, why they do things certain ways, why they’re so locked up inside with nobody to let them out. It’s very hard sometimes, being the healer. The person who always wants help the broken ones. But when its all done, who heals the healer? There’s this impression that we’re meant to be alone in life. We’re meant to go without love, to ignore the ones who matter so that they’ll care. To play games with them so that they fall for us. But you should never have to. Ive realized that the games are just distractions. They’re just games played so that someone can figure out what they want out of you, while you already know. Its a way to get everything out of you without actually having you. We believe all the things that come out of someones mouth, because why wouldn’t we? Having a pure heart in this world is nothing but a curse. It’s always being given to the wrong people, shown to the wrong people. I don’t feel that I’ve ever given my heart to the right person at all. To love is to love unconditionally, love someone for exactly the way they are. To want anything do anything for them and to see them happy. Even if its not with you. Ive never known unconditional love until I met you. You showed me what it feels like to love someone unconditionally, in bad times and good times. What it meant to be with someone who genuinely cared. How I wish things could have been different, would be different. I can wish and I can cry but it won’t change anything. The truth is there is nothing you can ever do or say to make someone fall in love with you. Its not a choice who you love. You fall in love with the parts of people that they show you, the ugly, the good, the bad. No matter how bad it gets, there will always be love. It hurts when it gets ripped away from you and there’s nothing to be done. No more words you can say, texts to send, calls unanswered. Its all done. And in some crazy way you’re happy. Happy that its all over, the lies, the games the wondering if you were ever good enough or ever would be. When you miss somebody its easy to remember all the good in the relationship, all the happy moments that you never know if you’ll experience with anyone else. The times you made eye contact and it felt like it was just you two, the times you were alone with nobody else around. And it was so good. The times when it was good and you wished it would stay like that forever, but you knew it would only be a matter of time until something popped up and you were back to square one. Once you realize there’s nothing else you can do that’s when life starts. When you throw yourself into the unknown. When you’re scared of what’s going to happen next, when you’re uncertain about what’s going to happen next. That’s what life is, its not about waiting for the right time to do x y and z. Its about just going to Z and then seeing what X is about somewhere down the line. Its about struggling and struggling again because nothing is ever going to be perfect. Perfect is an illusion.

[youre-amazing-say-it]

Hey girlie when’s the new fic coming, no rush btw xx

IT'S HERE! Sorry for the delay life has been crazy. But im on spring break and very excited to work on some pieces.

Let me know what you guys think. If you want a part 2 or something. Next piece is the drunk peter one.

Just Do It

WARNINGS: Depression, suicide attempt, mention of drugs, swearing, underage drinking (dont do it kids), angst OMG, fluffy end.

Summary: Based on the Pete Davidson quote " Ive always been suicidal but ive never had the balls"

Pairing: avengers (Steve, Tony, Nat, Clint, Bruce, Sam, Bucky, Scott Peter) x reader

I hated that I was loved. Life would be so much easier.

It would give me a reason that explains the feeling and thoughts I've had for the past year. But I knew I lived a very fortunate life. I had the best of both worlds, one as a high schooler, the other one as a superhero named Blue Gaze. I thought for a while that if I stopped with my secret identity, life might be better. But it also could become worse, and that was the last thing I wanted. So I just continue to hide under my pain and fears, hiding in the clouded thoughts that fill my head. Reminding me daily that I'm a shitty person, people only care about because of my powers, and nobody would blink an eye at me if I was gone.

And I know when you're feeling like this, you're supposed to talk to someone. but at this point, I don't know what will happen if I talk to someone and I become “better”. it scares the shit out of me. I have kind of become content with my sadness and I don't know what else to do. So I try my best to find different things to distract myself from the feelings.

I'm a junior in high school, going to a local public school. I'm what you call a good kid. I get good grades, don’t stay out late, and was a model student But it all changed around six months ago when I meet my partner Chris. they are the best worst influence I could ask for. They knew and understood my thoughts and knew that I needed a form of escapism. Soon, we were dating and it was a great distraction. They introduced me to marijuana, alcohol, and it was incredible. They made me happy at the moment and not in the long run.

Now here I am, riding up the elevator, at 1 am, to the compound. I had my backpack on, getting a stash of stuff from our friends. I'm staying here this weekend as my parents are out of town. My parents have been concerned about my behavior and well-being for a while now, and even told Tony about their concerns. He tried to talk to me about it, but it only made it worst.

The elevator opened up and I walked into the kitchen. I was out with Chris and their friends and I'm not as drunk as usual, but enough to feel numb. I went to go grab some leftover food in the fridge but before I could even grab the food the door shut and Steve Rodgers had his hand on the fridge. “HEY!” he said, staring at me. If I was sober I would have been scared, but instead, I was given a confidence boost.

“The hell do you want? I'm busy and hungry so get out of my way.” I said as I shoved past his shoulder, going to grab an apple from the fruit bowl but a hand dragged it away. Tony looked at me, with fear and anger in his eyes.

“We have been calling and texting you all night. No answers, no nothing. Hell, you managed to even bypass my security and turn off your location. Mind tell us where the FUCK you have been?” Tony said, gesturing to the mighty heroes behind him. I didn’t even register walking in how many people were in the room. Sam and Bucky were behind the couch, Nat and Scott were sitting on it. Adjacent to them was Wanda and Vision, on the opposite couch, with Bruce standing behind them. But what surprised me the most was Peter standing next to Bruce, eyes red and puffy.

“You don’t need to know everything I do. You aren't my parents, you guys don't own me. I'm allowed to have a fucking life.” I said, annoyed, looking at them.

“We are your parents for this weekend,” said Steve, turning my attention back to him. “You're staying here, therefore you are our responsibility. So let me ask this again. where have you been?” I could tell where this conversation was going, and I didn’t want to deal with it.

“I was out with friends. I'm going to bed.” I said, looking at the team as I walked away.

“Like hell, you're not!” I heard Sam yell behind me. I slowly turn around. “we're going to discuss this. You don't get to walk in here at 1:00 AM smelling like weed and crappy beer, expecting to get out of it.” Sam tells me as he walked closer to me. Before he got too close, Scott appeared next to him.

“What Sam is trying to say is that we're just concerned about you,” Scott said, looking at me like I was a lost dog. “You've been hanging with the wrong crowd, pushing people away. We just want to know what going on. We care about you Y/n.” he walks closer to me, trying to hug me but I step to the side to avoid the interaction.

“Oh cut the crap guys. You don't care about me, you only care about Blue Gaze. You only work with Blue Gaze. Our relationship starts and ends with my mask. You guys couldn’t give two shits about my life." I was annoyed at this point. I had plans for the rest of the night but now they want to talk about my feelings? Fuck no.

"What makes you think that? We care about you. I care about you Y/n” Peter states. I couldn't look at him. He was my best friend, the one I feel closest with out of the bunch. But I haven't spoken to him in a while. Now that they see me as someone who needs help, they are being nice to me now. I hated it. It made me feel angry.

"You don't care about me! All you see is a damsel in distress and you want to save me. But I’m fine.” I said as I heard my voice crack. I could tell they could hear it too. Nat starts talking to me in her motherly voice.

“We just want to help you Y/n. Tell us how we can help” she said. I felt this anger and frustration starting to build up inside me and I felt I was about to break.

“You wanna help me? Fine! Go get a gun and shoot me 'cause I can't bring myself to do it.” I yell as I burst. I looked at my co-workers and they were silent. They couldn’t believe I said that. I couldn’t believe I said that. In fact, I was pissed I said.

"What did you just say?" Bucky asked. I looked at him and I felt fury within me. I didn’t want to say it in the first place but now I have to say it again.

“I'm sorry, Does the Super soldier with super hearing need me to repeat myself? I said I want someone to kill me. It's not that hard, especially for you.” I said. As soon as I said that last part, I knew it was a low blow. But I was in too deep, plus I had a lot to express.

“Y/N! Why the hell would you say that?” Steve said, storming over towards me.

“Why not? It's the truth, and you guys want me to be truthful, don't you? You want me to tell you how I feel. Well, I want to die and Bucky has killed people without any guilt. So I know he can do it so I want him to do it.” I see tears form in the soldier's eyes as he storms out. Sam comes towards me, fire in his eye.

"I don't give two shits about what you're feeling right now, that was incredibly uncalled for.” He shouts before leaving to find Bucky.

“Fine! If he won't do it, how about you Nat?” I said as I make my way to her. “Red room assassin? Go get a gun and kill me. It would solve everyone’s problems, so Just do it!” I scream in her face as I feel us get farther apart from each other. Steve and Scott are pulling me back, as I see Clint get Nat and lead her out of the room. Everyone just continued to stare at me, waiting to see what I would say next. I didn’t even notice the tears coming down my face until Scott pulled me out of my head.

"Hey Kiddo," he said, wiping the tears off my face with his thumb. I looked at him with tearfilled eyes. "Do you want to talk?" i shrugged my shoulders. My heart was telling me to open up because they care, but my head was telling me to run away and avoid talking about it.

“Come here,” he said, walking us over to the couch. I sat down and looked at the floor. Steve sat next to me with Scott on the other side, Peter and Tony on the other couch with Bruce behind them. “What going on Y/n?” Steve said. I couldn't look at him, I couldn't look at anyone. I wanted to hold back but I also knew it would be helpful to talk about it. “Take your time,” he said, putting his arm around me. He brought me into a side hug. I could tell he wanted to do it for comfort, but it was mainly a way to hold me in place so I don’t lash out again. I let out a shaky breath before speaking.

“I want to die but I can't. I have tried multiple times. I've been so close to pulling the trigger, swallowing the pills, or jumping off the ledge. But I think about you guys or my family finding me and I can't bring myself to do it” I say, continuing to look at the floor. I haven’t told anyone this and I know it wouldn’t be the last. "But just because I can't do it, doesn’t make the thoughts and feelings go away.” It was quiet, everyone was waiting for me to say something but I don’t know what else to say. Peter was one of the first ones to speak.

“Why would you want to die? You are a hero, everyone adores you.” Peter said. I looked at him and he hasn’t stopped crying, but they were more silent tears.

“Blue Gaze is a hero, that’s who people love! Nobody cares about a random high schooler.”

“We care about you Y/n, so much,” Scott said, holding hand, caressing it with his thumb.

“No, you don’t!” I start to stand up but Steve's tight hold of me keeps me on the couch. I take a few breathes, to keep myself grounded, so I don’t say something I'll regret.

"Kiddo, we care about you a whole lot. I care about you. But you are scaring me with the way you have been acting. I don't want you to go down the road I was on." Tony said. I knew it meant a lot for him to say that, he doesn't talk about his past a lot. I didn’t even realize Bruce coming over to sit in front.

“Y/n, I need you to be honest with me. I know it will be hard but you have to if you want us to help.” Bruce lifts my chin so I'm forced to look at him. My eyes were full of tears and regret. “Do you think you can do that?” he said, looking at me.

I look around and see my coworkers, or family, waiting for my response. Could I do it? Could I be honest? I want to, but I don’t know what will happen next. Will they send me away? Will I no longer be an avenger? I’ve been holding onto this part of my life for too long, and it's been eating away at me day by day. Maybe it’s time to finally let go. I took a breathe before responding

“Yeah, I'm ready to get help. I'm ready to be honest”

A/N: Ahhh! what do you guys think? please let me know!

Tags: @winter-soldier-vibes @angeldreifics @luvhann @xennityxen