#I honestly felt really horrible watching it and cried so much at the end

[reiding-writing]

hi! could you write prompt 6 from the angsty dialogue prompts for the climacteric event? fem/gn reader whatever you prefer, i was thinking that reader finds out something about spencer and it results in this messy situation, but honestly how you want to do it is all up to you!

JEALOUSY [CLIMACTERIC]

6. “Don’t touch me.”

WARNINGS: spencer is a bit of a twat but apologises profusely afterwards, arguing, happy? ending

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a/n: majority vote chose this one to come out first 🫶 they also chose for it to have a happy ending bc y’all are really boring /j (i love you guys you aren’t boring i swear 🫶)

Spencer Reid grew up too fast.

He was remarkably smart for his age, that much was a given, but in terms of emotional development Spencer was forced to skip what should’ve been his childhood.

He didn’t get to experience what it felt like be praised over a rudimentary piece of ‘art’ by his parents, because he was ‘too intelligent’ for that.

He didn’t get to go out on a Saturday morning with his father to learn how to play a ball game because his dad was never around.

He didn’t get to be coddled by his mother when he cried because by the time he was nine he was her full time carer.

Ironically, his childhood was an era of time where he could barely remember a single detail, despite his renowned eidetic memory, and it only seemed to further prove that Spencer Reid’s childhood didn’t exist.

All he could remember was what didn’t happen. The key milestones of his life that he never got to live through.

To say that impacted his emotional availability was an understatement. Spencer had never been one to ask for help from other people, but in instances where he really felt like he was about to fall apart it was even worse. He’d grown up with the expectation that he was responsible for his own well being. That him and him alone was the only thing that could get him through whatever dark patch that he went through.

He didn’t need anyone else. He wasn’t allowed anyone else. It was just him, always.

You were decidedly the opposite. You wore your emotions on your sleeve, and for the most part, Spencer found it entirely refreshing to watch you be able to express yourself with no holds barred and no internal monologue telling you that what you were doing was wrong.

Sometimes he wished he could do the same.

There were times of his career where he wished you’d do something wrong, that you’d make a mistake or cross a boundary and it’d allow him to exert all of the anger and deep-seeded jealously he felt whenever he saw you be so open with yourself.

He knew it was horrible of him, and more often than not the minute those thoughts invaded his mind he thought of nothing more than how much of a terrible person he was. He was wishing ill on you just because you’d managed to have a healthy emotional output.

Because he was inherently broken from all the years of keeping everything to himself.

“Are you okay?”

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows at the sound of your voice, gaze turning upwards from the mug of coffee sitting on the kitchenette counter to meet your face, covered in worry lines as you furrow your own eyebrows.

He hated when you looked at him like that. Like he was something to be pitied.

“I’m fine, why wouldn’t I be?” Spencer presses his lips together in an awkward line of a smile, a staple of his character that seemed much less genuine than usual from your point of view.

“You’ve uh- You’ve been stood here staring at your mug for almost five minutes,” Spencer flickers his eyes up to the analogue clock on the wall at your declaration.

You were right, he’d been stood in a state of dissociation for almost a whole five minutes without realising it. Great, that’s just wonderful. Like his life couldn’t get any worse.

“Everything’s fine,” He gives you another one of those awkward smiles as he takes his mug in between both of his hands, the ceramic barely even warm anymore, which tells him that his coffee isn’t hot enough for him to actually enjoy it, but right now he’d take a cup of warm coffee over standing here talking to you about his ‘feelings’.

But you’ve never made things easy.

“It’s not though is it? Something’s wrong Spencer, everyone in the office can tell,” You sigh softly at the indignation on his face as you prod at what’s going on inside his head. “We’re worried about you…” You reach out your hand slowly to lay it on his arm, and he pulls away from you without a second thought.

“Please don’t touch me,” He takes a step to the side, clearly trying to bypass you and get back to his desk so he can escape the conversation. “I said I’m fine.”

“And you’re lying Spencer.” You step in the same direction that he does, effectively blocking his path out of the kitchenette. “We need to know what the issue is or we can’t help you Spencer,” Your voice is tinged with a small amount of desperation, and it irks Spencer in a way that he can’t even fully comprehend.

“You want to know what the issue is?” He puts his mug back down on the counter with enough force that small droplets of coffee spill over the rim and onto the granite underneath it. “It’s you.”

He leans forward slightly like he’s trying to emphasise his point. “You are the issue.”

His words hit you like a ton of bricks, and all of a sudden you’re regretting caring so much.

God you’re beginning to regret even waking up this morning. Maybe that would’ve spared you from the stake in your heat that was Spencer Reid explicitly telling you that you were the sole reason why he was acting differently. Why he was being cold and distant from the team and their genuine want to just make sure he’s okay.

Because they couldn’t do that. Because you were a part of the team. And as long as you were there that coldness wouldn’t go away.

“Right…” You press your lips into a line. “Sorry for asking.”

Spencer regrets what he said almost as soon as the words come out of his mouth. He watches as that usual sparkle of compassion in your eyes literally fizzles out right in front of him, and all of a sudden he feels like an absolutely horrible person.

As you turn to leave he reaches out a hand to stop you. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say, how could he possibly redeem himself after a comment like that? But his body runs on autopilot and all he knows is that he needs to apologise to you. “Wait—”

“Don’t— touch me Reid,” You pull your arms further into yourself to stop him from reaching out to them, and he swears his heart breaks at the sight of you being dismissive. And then there was the added blow of you using his surname to further distance yourself from him and making him want to cut out his tongue so saying something so rash with absolutely zero provocation. “I understood you the first time.”

It was a complete turn of your character, all semblance of warmth and vulnerability evaporated and replaced with a cold, hard shell that Spencer could see calcifying behind your eyes.

“I-“

“I’ll leave you be now.”

And with that you disappear around the corner, leaving Spencer alone with his thoughts. His terrible thoughts that rightfully pummel him into the ground for so much as suggesting that you could ever be a problem.

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When you said you’d “Leave him be”, he didn’t think it meant you’d literally avoid him like the plague. God you’d even roped Emily into switching desks with you so you wouldn’t have to sit opposite him anymore.

How was he supposed to grovel for your forgiveness if you wouldn’t so much as spare him a glance?

How was he supposed to explain to the team that the reason the two of you suddenly weren’t talking to each other was because he’d fucked up so badly that he felt like he was going to implode?

And most importantly, how on earth was Spencer Reid supposed to make you listen to him so he could explain himself and try to reconcile with you?

He’d considered cornering you in the break room, or catching you in an elevator on your way to the parking lot, but he knew that would only make things worse.

He’d considered turning up to your apartment your favourite snacks and begging you to let him inside, but that would be weird and borderline stalkerish.

He was really running out of ideas, and the longer he went without saying something the deeper he felt he was being pulled into the pit of despair that he’d dug himself to the point where he wasn’t sure if he as going to be able to claw himself out of it.

He had to speak to you. And he had to make sure that you didn’t run away.

The opportunity practically handed itself to him during a case. He knew budget cuts would mean that the team paired up when staying at a NYC hotel, and after some under the table begging for the other team members to room with each other so you didn’t have any choice but to room with him, he took his chance.

There was a very obvious blanket of tension between the two of you as you entered the room together, your apparent vow of silence continuing as you dump your bag on one of the twin beds to claim it as your own before shutting yourself into the bathroom to ready yourself for sleep.

He could tell that you weren’t happy about the arrangement, and despite how much you were distancing yourself from him you still wore your emotions on your sleeve, and right now they were telling him that you would literally rather be anywhere else.

You skirt past him as you exit the bathroom in your pyjamas, leaving your clothes and your bag on one of the decorative chairs to climb into bed with the continued silent treatment you’re serving him.

Spencer sighs dejectedly as he watches you take a seat on the edge of the bed with your back to him. “Can we talk? Please?”

“What is there to talk about?” Your voice washes him like a cold shower, your vocal chords dipped in ice and your words a perfect combination of blunt and dismissive. He can’t see your expression as you speak, but has a pretty good idea of the furrowing of your eyebrows and the narrowing of your gaze.

“I want—” Spencer lets out another sigh, raking his fingers through his hair in internal frustration. “I need to apologise to you. What I said was horrible and I’m sorry,”

“I don’t forgive you.”

As much as the words cut through his heart like a knife, he can’t blame you.

“I understand… I just wanted you to know that I really regret what I said, and that it’s been tearing me up thinking about it,”

“Right…” You let out a short, sarcastic laugh that causes Spencer’s eyebrows to furrow. “Because it’s all about you right?”

“That’s not what I—”

“Goodnight Reid.” You punctuate your sentence by shutting of the lamp on your side of the room, officially putting an end to your side of the ‘conversation’.

Spencer wasn’t done with it quite yet.

“I’m jealous of you. That’s why I said that ‘you were an issue’. You’re not. I am the issue and I was projecting it on to you. That was unfair of me and I need you to understand that I am apologising to do right by you, not to make myself feel better.”

“You have no reason to be jealous of me Reid,” You still haven’t turned to face him, but he’d rather be talking to your back than not be talking to you at all.

“Please stop calling me that..” Spencer lets out a small breath at the end of his sentence, words tinged with a small amount of desperation. He didn’t want to be ‘Reid’ in your mind, he wanted to be Spencer. “I have a lot to be jealous of when it comes to you,” Admitting his faults outright made him feel nauseous, but he needed to break this brick wall you’d built around yourself when it came to him.

He couldn’t stand being an outsider in your life.

“I mean, you’re sweet, kind, you have an inherent knack for social situations that I could only dream of possessing,” He takes a small break in his sentence to nervously chew on the inside of his lip. “and your emotional vulnerability makes me so jealous of you that I want to just—” He exhales sharply.

“It’s very easy to be jealous of you,”

There’s a small pause after Spencer’s confession, tension lingering in the air as he watches you aimlessly fiddle with the edge of the sheets whilst you debate how to respond.

“Those are stupid things to be jealous of,”

Spencer physically deflates at your answer. “They’re not, people like you are envied because you’re so open with yourself, that’s something not a lot of people have, myself included,” Spencer takes a small step forward, cautious about scaring you off if he approached too quickly. “even if I wish I did..”

He places a deft hand on your shoulder and you jolt at the contact.

“I’m really sorry.” His voice drops to a point where it’s almost inaudible, and you swear you can hear his voice catch as he tries to maintain his composure. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore… please,”

You let out a small sigh of indignation, and Spencer knows he’s won you over. “Fine,”

“Thank you,” He gives your shoulder a small squeeze, and you return it with one of your own as you rest your hand on top of his.

“I’m still angry with you,”

“I know…”

“You’ve got a hell of a job making up for it,”

“I know,”

“Good,” You finally turn to look over your shoulder at him, and Spencer is glad to see that your expression isn’t one of loathing or frustration. “Get some sleep Spencer,”

“Okay…” He gives you a soft nod and a half-awkward smile, the sound of his name rolling off your tongue one that fills him with more contentment than it probably should. “Goodnight…” He hesitantly pulls his hand from your shoulder to walk back to his own hotel bed, walking as you tuck yourself into yours.

“Goodnight Spencer, we’ll talk about this in the morning,”

“Yeah… Thank you…”

Spencer flicks off the lamp beside him, relaxing as the room is shrouded into darkness and allowing himself to get the first proper night of rest he had in weeks now that he’s finally made his peace with you.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #mgg #climacteric 🪶

[bellysoupset]

it’s @lisupanddown - laughing at myself because I thought that was only part one! It didn’t feel too long at all, it was perfect. Ignore me saying I can’t wait for part two, unless you want to write a bit with Wendy coming later to comfort Vin. But no worries if not. It was sooo good. Just really flowed well. I could feel Vin’s misery and determination to hide it.

Honestly I just can't help myself, I needed to add some tiny Wendy/Vin sweetness to close the deal.

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Vince groaned as he felt something cold press to his face. He was no longer warm and comfy, cuddled up by Luke, and his head was throbbing so much he felt sick.

"Little sip," someone held the back of his head, pushing him up just a bit and then a bottle met his lips and some water pushed back the horrible taste in his mouth.

Vince drank greedily, he hadn't realized how parched he was. He let out a whine as the bottle was pulled back and he fell back against the pillow, "Luke- More..."

"Later," Wendy's voice interrupted him and Vince snapped his eyes open, before letting out a loud groan.

Wendy was leaning over him, with a soft, concerned smile on. She still wore the necklace he had given her and her hair was still all dolled up, but she no longer had any make up and was wearing what he thought was pajamas. A Mickey Mouse hoodie.

"Noo," he whined, rolling away, "what are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here..." Vince curled up and then heard a scoff, Wendy's small hand coming to cup his chin and forcing him to look at her.

"Quit that," she glared at him. Today her eyes, normally a dark almost hazel green, were very light. Probably due to the smeared kajal surrounding them, "Luke said it was one hell of a flu."

"Was?" Vince scoffed, pushing himself up on the bed, "he'll probably gonna have to burn these sheets."

His girlfriend let out a cackle, a hand rushing to cover her mouth and Vince smiled fondly at her, letting his head hit the headboard.

The bedroom door was open and he could hear soft voices down the hall. Luke and Bell's house was so tiny that if Vince paid enough attention he probably could make out exactly what they were saying in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry I didn't realize you were sick," Wendy sighed, scooting up on the bed and grabbing a humid washcloth, running it over his face, "I was so in my head-"

"Did you have fun?" Vince interrupted her, kissing the inside of her wrist when she brought her hand to wipe at his prickly cheek. Wendy nodded, blushing, and Vin let out a happy sigh, "then it's fine."

"It's not-"

"Wendy," he sighed, "I wanted you to have fun. You deserved it," Vince let out a little groan as his stomach rolled again, realizing the water he had pushed in it. He grimaced, trying to focus on anything but the queasiness, "what time is it?"

"Around nine," Wendy watched him intently, still looking a little sheepish and almost embarrassed, “party ended at 1 AM, but Jon, Babs and Bell came to my place and we were drinking until almost 3, I think…”

Vince grinned at the mental image of drunk Jonah in the middle of the girls, “you’re not hungover?” he asked with a yawn, pushing a strand of hair behind Wendy’s ear and she shook her head no, while Bella’s voice interrupted. 

“Only because she kept passing her drinks to Jon,” Bell said, leaning against the doorway of the bedroom, her arms crossed to her chest. Unlike Wendy, who looked like she was a kid coming back from Disneyland, Bella looked like she was a 12 year old boy pretending to be a rapper, with a huge tank top from Luke draping on her frame, a sports bra peeking out, and basketball shorts. Vince chuckled at the sight of her. 

“You were?”

“No, I wasn’t,” Wendy lied, her cheeks turning pink and Bella rolled her eyes.

“How are you, big guy?” Bella yawned, resting her head against the door, “burial or cremation?” 

“Bella!” Wendy cried out, while Vince’s smile only grew and he let his eyes slip closed for a second, basking in the lighthearted atmosphere. 

“Burial, I’m catholic, remember?” 

Bell snorted at his response and Wendy let out a huff, leaning in to kiss his forehead, “let’s go home?” 

Vince frowned, opening his eyes. He didn’t want to overstay his welcome at Luke and Bell’s, but then again, might as well quarantine him there, no? 

As if hearing his arguments, Wendy shook her head, “I don’t care,” she glared at him, “let’s go home. Please? As my birthday gift?”

Vince wrinkled his nose, “that’s one hell of a gift, a sick man in your house,” he scoffed, then played with her necklace, “and I gave you one already.”

“I feel like I deserve at least three,” Wendy smiled, squeezing his hand, “c’mon, it’s not fair only Luke got to cuddle with my boyfriend.”

#this is just fluff and nothing else #vince monacelli #mywriting #sickfic

[honeysuckleharringtons]

Part Six: "Full City Roast" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: (Then) Valentine's Day has arrived, but unfortunately for Reader, it doesn't seem like much love is left in the air. — (Now) As the year comes to end, fireworks are going off everywhere, including in everyone's favorite little coffee shop.

Pairing: Nurse!Steve Harrington x Fem!Byers!Reader

Word Count: 2,770

Content Warning: the flashback chapter is pure angst tbh, partially takes place in a hospital, labor and delivery and medical talk, mentions of food, lmk if i missed anything!

Extra Notes: I am so so sorry this is a week late. More to come on that later but for now, I hope you guys enjoy!

Originally Written: 12/28/2023 through 01/03/24

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[ Then, February of 1988 ]

The first thing you noticed was that god-awful beeping sound. Then, the flickering of a light. Then, the horrible stinging pain in your lower belly. And finally, you realized… no cries could be heard.

"My baby," you started to panic, forcing your eyes open and pulling yourself up in the bed. "Where's my baby?!"

A hand jutted out to grab you, forcing you to stop squirming. You fought and attempted to wriggle away, until your eyes came in to focus and you realized whose hand had grabbed you. "Mom, where's my baby?! Is she okay?! Why isn't she crying?! Mom-" you hyperventilated, your fingers and toes numb with anxiety.

"Shhh, honey," she reassured you, her grip still strong. "She's okay. The nurses are giving her a checkup now. They're gonna bring her over in just a sec, okay?"

You fought for your breath to slow down, your squirming coming to a halt. Your eyes darted across the room, landing on the crib that was surrounded by two nurses in pink scrubs and who you assumed was the doctor, sporting her coat and holding a stethoscope to your baby. Your baby.

The words hadn't really felt real yet. Sure, you knew the day was coming soon, and you'd been urging Jason to be ready any day now, but it wasn't until you saw her and actually processed the words that it all started to feel real.

Jason. "Mom, where is Jay?" you started to panic again, chest rising and falling erratically. "Where is he? He said he'd be here but-"

"He's here," she reassured you. "He's out in the hall. He just got here not long ago. You're lucky he was in Lafayette for a game."

Just then, a cheery voice cut your conversation short, and the bundle in the lady's arms sent your heart racing all over again, this time in sheer excitement. "You ready to meet your baby, Mama?"

With an enthusiastic nod, you held out your arms, tears brimming in your eyes. You'd waited for this for eight long months, and finally, it was coming to an end.

The nurse placed the tiny bundle in your arms, quiet coos exiting the baby's tiny mouth. Everything about her was tiny and beautiful, from those signature Byers eyebrows to those same blue-green eyes her daddy had. Her head was prickled with soft brown hairs, her eyes hidden behind long lashes. "She's beautiful," you said, though the word didn't seem strong enough.

"She really is," Joyce smiled beside you, looking down at the baby in your arms. "Say, how'd you know she was a girl before anyone told you?"

You thought for a moment, honestly unsure of your answer. With a shrug of your shoulders, you answered, "I don't know. I guess I just had a feeling."

Joyce met you with a closed-lip smile. "Mother's instinct," she corrected. "I had that same feeling when you were born too."

A few minutes of silence passed, save for your baby's sweet coos. You watched as she took the world in, her light hazel eyes widening with every new discovery she made. You could've sworn she smiled every time she looked up at you, your heart swelling with true contentment.

Joyce was the one to break your silence, quietly asking if you wanted Jason to meet the baby yet. With a quick nod of your head, she was exiting her chair and the room, closing the door quietly behind your boyfriend as he stepped in.

Jason had clearly just finished a game not long before he arrived, but you still found him as handsome as ever. Blond hair tossed about, a sheen of sweat covering his forehead—though, knowing him, it could've just been nervous sweats. He was still in his uniform, his toned arms looking beautiful against his blue jersey.

"Hey," he said, quietly and nervously. He wiped his palms on his sweatpants, taking a few nervous steps forward.

"Hey," you whispered back. "How was your game?"

"You just had an emergency c-section and you're asking about me?" he chuckled, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

Your brows furrowed. It wasn't until he mentioned it that you realized you didn't really have any recollection of having the baby, much less a c-section. "What exactly happened? Did Mom explain anything?"

"Apparently you passed out while you were doing some laundry. She brought you to the ER and they said you had preeclampsia, so they rushed you in for a c-section."

Your previous state of panic started to rush through you again, your eyes widening in horror as you looked over at the nurses, who were cleaning up their station. "Nurse! Is my baby okay?! Why didn't anyone tell me about the preeclampsia?"

The nurse from before rushed over, a smile still on her face. "Ma'am, you're okay. Your baby is right as rain. She's a little on the smaller side, but that's to be expected since you were only thirty-seven and a half weeks. Her Apgar is perfect, she looks healthy and sounds healthy. It seems as though your preeclampsia had no effect on her."

"As for you, it would explain those headaches your mom told us about," the doctor explained. "We're gonna watch you for a few days, make sure your blood pressure stays good, watch that incision to make sure it doesn't get infected. After that, you and Baby will be all good to go home."

The second nurse spoke up as the three of them headed for the door. "We'll leave you and Dad to it, but just call if you or Baby need anything at all."

And with that, the three of you were left alone, your own perfect little bubble of a world that you'd be content with forever.

A lot had changed since Jason had first found out about the baby. For starters, he'd finally gained some common sense and had stopped pressuring you about giving the baby away. Secondly, he'd actually been making an effort to treat you better, and taking your long distance relationship seriously—phone calls nearly every night, coming home to see you any free weekend he could get, making sure you were eating right and treating yourself well for the baby's arrival. It was sweet, really, the way your child had brought the two of you closer together despite not being born yet.

"What are you gonna name her?" Jason asked, breaking you from your thoughts.

"Well, since today was Valentine's Day, I was thinking maybe we should name her something that means love," you explained. "But I'm also curious, what were you thinking, Jay?"

"Me?" he questioned. You could've sworn you heard a hint of guilt in the word.

You nodded, careful not to move too much, so as not to disturb the baby. "You did help, after all," you giggled. "I thought one of us could pick the first name and the other one could pick the middle name. Oh, that reminds me. Whose last name should she have?"

The blond squirmed in his seat uncomfortably, as if trying to find some way out of the current conversation. "I'm not…" his voice trailed, the words clearly caught in his throat.

You started to worry. This behavior was never something you'd see out of him before. "Jay, what's wrong?"

Those blue eyes you loved so much darted across the room, making contact with anything but you. "I'm not so sure this conversation is a good idea."

Your brows furrowed and your heart rate started to speed up. Numbness began to shoot down to your fingers and toes, the familiar stinging of tears pricking behind your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I think you should name her, since you're the one who's gonna be with her."

The words hit you like a knife to the stomach. You knew what he was implying, but you couldn't bring yourself to fully believe it. Not yet. Not until he said it. "You'll be there too, right?" Tears had begun to fall now, your cheeks wet and burning. "You'll come see us every chance you get? Call us every night?"

Tears started to slip from Jason's eyes now, though you weren't quite sure if they were from sadness or guilt. "I can't. I have to go."

He stood from his chair, wiping his tears away with the pads of his thumbs. You called his name, but he barely faltered.

"Jason!" you yelled a second time, probably loud enough for the people in the hallway to hear. You spoke again, voice barely above a whisper this time. "Don't do this. If not for me, for her."

"She deserves better than me." Jason's voice cracked, the first you'd ever heard him break like that. "She deserves the life you can give her. Not one where I'm half in."

"So be all in!" The words were a demand, though sounded more like begging. "Be there for her. Be there for me!"

He shook his head, blond hair flopping about. The burning pain from your eyes shot down to your heart, your stomach, any and every part of you it could touch. "You know that I can't do that." The one word that described the way he looked was the same word that would describe exactly what he was: weak.

"Jason!" you called one last time, hoping to at least guilt trip him into staying, even if nothing else worked. "Don't you at least want to hold her? Say goodbye to her?"

He paused one last time by the door, his blue-green eyes as pained as you felt. "I have to go, Y/N."

And with that, Jason Carver was out the door. Out of your life. Out of your baby's life. Forever.

[ Now, December of 1991 ]

There were many things you enjoyed about working for a small business. Limited staff and solo closing shifts were not on that list. Add in that it was New Year's Eve… well, let's just say it was no longer the season of being holly and jolly.

Four wrong orders in the span of five hours, a spilled hot chocolate, and one burnt bagel later, you were ready to head home. Nothing sounded better to you than a hot shower, a shared glass of apple juice with Mandy while Jon and Will shot off fireworks in the backyard, and falling asleep promptly at 12:01 a.m.

The sounds of the door opening and the bell ringing did their best to distract you from the contentment your plans were bringing you. "Sorry, we're closed," you sighed, momentarily hating yourself for leaving the door unlocked after store hours were over.

"Not even for me?"

Your heart swelled with temporary joy as you looked up, a familiar handsome nurse walking over toward the counter. "Steve? What are you doing here?" Truth be told, even you knew your smile was wider than it should've been.

"Well, I was hoping to get some coffee," he said, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. His brown locks were covered with tiny white flakes, glasses slightly fogged from the cold air outside. "I didn't realize you closed early today."

You shrugged your shoulders. "They let us off early for the holidays." He nodded, his mouth quirking up on one side as he listened to you speak. Steve was like that, always delighted just to talk to you, no matter the conversation topic. "What about you, though? How's your holiday season been?"

"Good. Really good." For a second, you could have sworn you saw his smile falter, but he was quick to jump right back to your previous conversation. "Are you sure about that coffee?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Tell you what. Since it's a holiday, I'll stay open just late enough to make you something, okay?"

He did a small fist pump in victory. "I knew you liked me," he chuckled, the sound going straight to your belly. "I'll take the usual and a chocolate chip cookie."

Your brows furrowed as you got to work on his order. "What's the cookie for?"

He scoffed, a fake pout replacing his previous smile. "I've been gone for less than a week and a half and you've already forgotten about our game."

In realization, your mouth fell slightly ajar. "Good guess. Everyone loves chocolate chip cookies."

"So… does that mean I win?" he asked, leaning back on his feet.

"Just because I said I love chocolate chip cookies doesn't mean they're my favorite thing on the menu. I love a lot of things, but they're not all my favorite," you answered. "Good try though. I was wondering when you'd start to think about things besides drinks."

"Well, since you love them so much, would you be interested in sharing one with me?"

Your brows furrowed at his request. "On any other day, I'd love to. But I have to clean up and get out of here in a half hour."

Steve leaned against the counter lightly, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "What if I asked to share it somewhere else?"

"Whatcha mean?"

"Well, there's an annual fireworks display downtown. I thought maybe I'd come grab a coffee and we could go watch it together," he explained, that same nervous smile from earlier returning. "A-as friends, of course. And it only lasts until 9:30, so you still have time to get home and celebrate with your folks."

Those familiar monarchs floated around in your stomach, a feeling that used to be all too rare, but was now a common occurrence when Steve was around. Part of you craved to give in, to just say yes and spend even the smallest amount of time alone with him outside the cafe. But you thought better of it, remembering your promises to a certain three-year-old someone at home. One day, you promised yourself, you will get this. You deserve it.

"Unfortunately, my mom is expecting me home. We're having a small family get-together tonight and she really wants me there," you told him. "If it's any consolation though, you have no idea how much I want to say yes."

His face fell slightly, though his smile still mostly remained. "I understand. My mom throws Christmas parties every year and she'd have a cow if I missed one."

You wondered about his parents for a moment. What they looked like, what they were like. Did he get his handsome looks from his mom's side of the family? Or perhaps he's a carbon copy of his father? Which one of them inspired his choice to be in the medical field? For a second, you let your mind wander to the thought of getting along with them, and if your family would get along with his. You wondered what they'd think about Mandy. What Steve would think about Mandy.

The kettle hissing brought you out of your thoughts, your attention immediately going back to his order. "I really am sorry, Steve," you insisted once more, knowing you'd regret not taking this chance with him. "I wish I could go."

"Tell you what," he said, slapping a ten dollar bill down on the counter for his order. "Valentine's Day is right around the corner. Why don't you make it up to me then?"

Your eyes narrowed in on him. "I don't know if I can. I mean, it just depends."

A hand met his hip, his skin beautiful against its slate gray background. "Just depends on what?" Steve quipped back, taking his order from you.

"On you, on your guesses, on how you play the game." Then, that demon that had been sitting on your shoulder for the past month had the most absolutely devious plan. "Oh, that reminds me."

It felt as though you floated around the counter, because you certainly didn't carry yourself over to him. You placed his drink and cookie in each of his hands, exhaling a nervous breath.

Steve's barely-there stubble prickled against your lips as you kissed his cheek. The fireworks show wasn't starting for hours, but you were sure one was going off in your stomach as you kissed him. "Consider that a preview."

His cheeks lit up like a Christmas tree as he processed what just happened. "For what?"

"For next New Year's," you said, sucking your teeth between your lips for a moment. "If you can finish the game by then."

"I'll try my hardest." Steve scoffed playfully, then headed toward the door with a chuckle. "Happy New Year, Byers."

This time, you knew for sure that you couldn't hold back the smile tugging at your lips. "Happy New Year, Doc."

it's once again that time where i have to make a formal apology 😭

i really and truly wanted to have this up for you guys on time. i really did try my hardest. however, my boss had other plans and attempting to find a day off to edit and finish this for you guys during the holiday season while working in retail was not in the cards for me 💔 i'm trying my hardest to get a week where i can double post and get caught up for you guys but my schedule is insane currently. i really am sorry!

anywho, on a happier note, i hope you guys enjoyed! this might be my favorite chapter so far and i honestly think the series is only going to get better from here 🤭

-> taglist: @dungeons-are-too-cold @ducky-died-inside @awkotaco24 @liberhoe @princesseddie @corrodedseraphine @manuosorioh @esoltis280 @hazydespair @frostandflamesfanfic

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[evansbby]

✨my grey’s anatomy unpopular opinions✨

some of these may not even be unpopular but anyways

Cristina & Burke >>> Cristina & Owen

Burke wasn’t perfect but at least he realised he couldn’t change Cristina and so he did the best thing for both of them by leaving. Obviously leaving someone on the altar is shitty but like in the long run it’s a good thing.

Apart from that, as a couple they were so sweet like if you just watch old clips of them dancing and just living in their apartment and he’s all neat and she’s all messy but it’s just cute!!!

Owen is literally the worst. I don’t even need to explain this one. There were moments where I felt kind of bad for him but overall he is just the worst.

Teddy and Henry were such a cute couple, their story was so sweet and I wish he would’ve stayed alive so they would’ve been endgame.

The scene where Teddy comes home to find Henry throwing up blood on their sink 🥺🥺 When I tell you I cried so hard!!! To me they were top five couples of Greys idec.

They RUINED Callie’s character! She was so good and badass when she was first introduced and then they gave her the worst exit ever. I loved Callie but her last arc aka the custody battle really made me hate her.

Izzie is overhated! I love Izzie and she’s my fav character. Yes cutting the LVAD wire was wrong but she was desperate and in love.

Katherine Heigl (Izzie) CARRIED the first five seasons of this show especially season 2. Her acting was so brilliant, it’s insane. Actually, Katherine Heigl and Sandra Oh (Cristina) carried, and deservedly won Emmys and Golden Globes for their roles bc they were brilliant.

Izzie x Alex >>> Izzie x Denny. Izzex was THE Grey’s couple in the early seasons after MerDer. She changed him 🥺 he changed for her. Their wedding was beautiful, everything about them was beautiful except how she left him but I sort of understood after everything she’d been through. Just know it wouldn’t have panned out like that in storyline if Shonda didn’t have a problem with Katherine. But they got their happy ending in season 16 which I was SO happy about. My fav couple ever. Like I felt bad he left Jo but HE ALWAYS LOVED IZZIE MORE.

I feel like Lexie is overloved? I mean she was a really nice and funny character and she was lovely but why is she people’s favourite character ranked above Cristina and others??? Lexie’s storylines were never really big or important, why are you liking a character just bc they are nice?? Like Sandra Oh didn’t deliver such AMAZING performances for y’all to pick Lexie over her bc she’s “nice”.

CRISTINA WAS THE HEART OF THE SHOW! Which is why I stopped watching at the end of season 10 the moment she left!!! Her dramatic scenes, her comedy, her everything was perfect.

I honestly feel like the central relationship of the show was the friendship and bond between Meredith and Cristina. It was the crux of the show. It was heartwarming watching them be so close, almost telepathically connected without even saying anything.

George was VERY pick me in the early seasons, but he was a GOOD guy and it showed by his actions. Also the way he was so brave in a quiet way.

The scene with Izzie in her prom dress getting in the elevator and the doors open to reveal George in his army uniform showing he died WAS PEAK CINEMA. I CRIED SO HARD.

Alex was genuinely really mean to George up till George died and for no reason?!? He just didn’t like George at all and bullied him and it was uncomfortable to watch like bro it’s been five seasons WHY DO YOU STILL HATE HIM. Like Alex had started being nice to the girls by that point but he was still horrible to George??? I wish I’d seen their friendship develop.

DEREK was a dick. Like at the beginning. I just didn’t like him at all. He grew on me a bit but I honestly didn’t care that much that he died. He had his good moments but first three seasons he was a dick to both Meredith and Addison. I understand why with Addison bc she cheated on him, but he was so awful to Meredith when she was sleeping around and he basically called her a whore??? BRO YOU ARE THE ONE WHO REJECTED HER AND CHOSE ADDISON?!? Bye lmao

Bailey was SO good in the early-mid seasons. Like just so entertaining to watch and honestly Chandra Wilson is the third person who carried the show along with Katherine and Sandra. But she got annoying in later seasons.

But Bayley and Cristina in the shooting episode was top tier acting. You could FEEL their emotions through the screen.

Grey’s Anatomy doesn’t have the same magic anymore since Cristina left. I really don’t like any of the new characters like Maggie or even Amelia or any of the new guys. And OWEN IS STILL THERE WTF.

Besides that, here are some scenes where I felt like the acting was brilliant:

— When Cristina is performing surgery under gunpoint.

— Izzie when Denny dies. I think the best acting performance of the whole show. “An hour ago he was proposing and now he’s going to the morgue.”

— Cristina when Burke left her on their wedding day, “he’s gone, I’m free”

— Bailey in the shooting episode.

— When George remembers that he slept with Izzie when they were drunk. The scene doesn’t even have any dialogue yall, it’s just their EXPRESSIONS are so good. It’s my favourite scene in the whole show. It’s so emotional and dramatic and only a few seconds long.

— Probably others but I don’t remember.

#anyways #grey’s anatomy

[fluffcakeproductions]

Doc ock and underpowered villain y/n? Just makes sense to me

I'm not really good at writing VIllain readers and this might be the only one I'll do, so I'm really sorry if this turns out horrible 😭

You were a Villain, to put it simply enough. You lived a terrible life under your sister's shadow, as she was born with a powerful gene that gave her strong abilities, and she could do many things, causing you to be forgotten about and abandoned. She took everything from you, friends, family, and even lover. 

That caused you to go to your breaking point, and you planned to end it all one day, until she stopped you and she sneezed on you. Which caused you to gain a new ability. 

Now, you decided that since you essentially lived nothing, you could become a foil to her, and you became a criminal, something you did to merely anger her, and to your family, you didn't care about them. You didn't care about anyone, because no one cared about you anymore. Now you would take over the world and show what happens when loneliness gets too much to one person. 

"That is why, Wall crawler. That's why I need this money. To prove my sister wrong and the world as well that no one can stop the Solitarianne. That's why, today, I Will DETROY YO-" 

POW!!! 

You felt a fist crack at your face, and the pain was immense. You began to cry loudly as blood gushed from your nose, and Spider-Man stared at you as you began to cry. "Some villain. You went down in one hit!" He cracked, and you still cried. "SH-SHUT UP! WAAAAAHH!!! I'M DYING! CALL AN AMBULANCE!!!" You cried, as you tried to stop the bleeding from your nose. 

"Okay, Jesus, calm down. Your only bleeding a little-oh, I think I might have broken your nose...oh, yeah...I think I did...sir, do you have any band aids?" 

"Sure, Spider-Man. I'll get you some on the house, thanks for stopping her for me." The store keeper said. 

It was a sunny day in New York, and here you were wearing a tacky Magician's outfit that lacked finesse and had too much glitter if we're being honest here, and you were robbing a convince store. Just some money and a candy bar, until the Hero came in and swiftly punched you. Curse your mediocre ability that came with a severe weakness. As Spider-Man wrapped your nose, you heard sirens approach the store as the police came over to pick you up. "Thanks Spider-Man, you're a hero to the city. We really appreciate it." A cop said, and handcuffed you. "No problem fellas, just make sure she sees a doctor...maybe a osteologist as well." He said as the cops cheered him on and the convience store as well, and you were taken to a cop car. 

"Watch your head." The cop said as you hit your head on the car. "OW!!" You shouted, and the cops chuckled as you were driven to jail. "So, new villain, huh? Looks like the local kids have been looking at social media too much lately." The cop driving said. "I'm not a child." You huffed, as they drove you to jail. Inside, you were panicking. This was your first major crime. You were being actually arrested this time, you usually did infractions and petty crimes such as speeding, occasionally driving without a license, taking a large amount of condiments from stores, and littering. But robbing a small store, one that people barely even go to, you thought would be easy but that-that demon spider had passes by and brutalized you. It was over. You were going to rot in that place and be ruined. Perhaps you could have been a manager to your sister or something...maybe your crimes were essentially useless. 

The car stopped at the police station where they sat you down and asked for information, which you answered politely and honestly to avoid them possibly giving you a worse sentence. You confirmed your statements and other things, only for them to calmly tell you to call a lawyer and wait for a trial. In the meantime, you would spend time in the police department's small jail. You were escorted to a empty cell and to get rid of the costume and to put on a simple t shirt and pants, luckily for you, your cell was dark and there didn't seem to be anyone around. 

Once you were done, you laid on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. I'm a criminal now. This is exactly what I wanted. You thought to yourself, staring at the ceiling above. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

"Five Years and community service? Well, I'm glad me and Murdock could sort your issue and make it right. You got it easy." 

You glared at your sister from beyond the glass wall separating you and her, each other calling on the phone. "Well look, we can sort our familal problems after your done with your service. Look, this is all kinda your fault as well and I'm sorry for that. But hey, at least you didn't do anything too henious." She said and you kept glaring at her. "You're also kinda embarrassing me with all the heroic gigs I'm trying to get. There's this cool group of Inhumans I'm trying to join so...dissappear in my life for a while, okay? And then go back to being squeaky clean and maybe I'll  introduce you." She said. 

"I was already gone from your life to begin with." You bitterly told her as she looked back at you. "Yeah, well, people change, okay? But hey, forgive and forget, alright?" 

"I'll never forgive you." 

"Sis..." 

You hung up the phone as she watched you leave. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

You laid down on the court, as you heard giggling from other women on the other side. It was just like school, but honestly, a little better. You watched as they all chattered like school girls, staring at the men's prison on the other side of the court, where you could get a good look if you were close enough. 

Curiously, you climbed on a table close to the edge of the wired fence and you glanced over to see the men were on probation, and they were cleaning what looked like a large swimming pool, and they didn't seem to be doing a bad job. 

An unfortunate sight was of course that all of them were shirtless, exposing you to many different sights, but you noticed one specific group, filled with the most notorious men you've seen on the news. The Sinister Six. 

You recognized their faces, but seeing them with their exposed builds was a sight to behold for sure. You kept hearing the squealing women behind you gush on and on about how they admired and to be honest, you didn't really hear that much about them because you were so hooked on to your own problems. Perhaps you could learn a little from them. And also, one did catch your eye. 

He was pretty good looking, but something that caught your eye was the fact four very large metallic arms sprouting from his back. Quite the interesting sight indeed. 

You kept watching him clean the pool as he suddenly stared up at you where you ducked down and some other women squealed. You heard a prison guard bark at them to cut it out. 

Your heart fluttered, you really didn't expect him to look up back at you like that so suddenly. You looked over at the women as they grumbled away. You were really nervous about what that meant, one of the members suddenly gazing at you. That thought haunted you until lights out, where you laid on the bed as you tried to sleep. 

Still though...

Why did he stare at you like that? 

*KABOOM*

Suddenly, out of absolutely nowhere, there was an enormous explosion and you heard the locks from your cell click as it swung open, where your Cell mate made no waste in running out. "What the hell?" You said, and went out to check out what was happening, before a suitcase was dropped in front of you and you opened it to see your Villain outfit inside, along with your pack of cards. 

You smirked at your luck as you began to tug off your jumpsuit and put it on before running out. You didn't know why someone considered giving you back your outfit as you ran away. 'Thank you, fellow villains.' You whispered as you sped through the guards trying to catch you as you threw your cards directly at their face, barely scratching at them but still being quite bothersome. You got to a wall with a large hole where you saw a lot of guards being thrown out and bright flashes and crashes. You pulled out two cards and began to scale the walls, carefully avoiding any guards shooting at you and the other trouble that was occurring down near the hole, and to avoid any other prisoners trying to cling onto you and sure enough, you made it. 

Outside, you saw it was only a lot of blue, stranded out in the ocean, but you saw what appeared to be a helicopter. You never rode a helicopter but you knew what to do, hotwire It and get out. You cut the wires and connected them, but before you could start it, there was a loud clanging noise. 

"What the-?" You said and felt the helicopter shake and you looked up and saw that there were metallic snakelike things on the helicopter, before the door flew off. You ducked as you saw a man enter the helicopter, and looked around. He then took off his glasses as you slowly crept out of your hiding spot. "Hey, I'm only starting this, I swear I'm not gonna leave here without you...sir." You said, and he immediately took his eye on you. "What are you doing to my getaway?" He asked, somewhat sternly. You recognized him as the man who stared up at you, in jail. 

"I'm only gonna start up this thing, I didn't know this was your ride." You told him, and he rolled his eyes. "Well, if you can at least ride this for me that will be enough." He said, putting his glasses back on. "Now let's go." He said, and you started the thing as you nervously tried to board the thing, as it looked pretty much impossible to steer for you. But you did an alright job driving, but it wasn't all that straight, especially when you could barely see the dark night. "I want you to land on this one large abandoned warehouse not too far from the Hudson River." He said, as you gulped and squinted through the night. 

"How're the lights supposed to work on this thing?" You yelled at the man nervously, and he took over, clicking some buttons on the helicopter. "You click right here, and that's how you do it, and don't drive too recklessly either, we're supposed to be appearing like a normal helicopter." He said and showed you the controls, quite close to you. 

"Ah." You said, as your face was directly smushed right next to his chest, you blushing brightly. "Are you listening?" He said, and you awkwardly nodded. "Yeah, sure." You said and eventually, you landed the helicopter near that empty lot near the warehouse he wanted. The two of you left the helicopter and he led you in the empty warehouse. 

"Now that you've proven to me that you are at least of some help, you can be of assistance to me, and you can help me take over the world, even if you seem weak. I'm not one to really dispose of anyone, and you seem to have clever thinking abilities. Now then, who are you?" He asked. 

"I'm uh, (Y/n) (L/n) but I also go by Solitarianne, and I tried to be a rival to my sister but it kinda screwed up due to me being really weak." You said, staring at your pack of cards. "I only got the ability to throw cards really well, like perfectly. And the downside of that is I lost 25% of fiber in my bones." You told him. "How cruel is that?" You said. "And this happened because I was ignored by everyone, thanks to my sister who is a lot better than me. It's not fair." You said, looking down. 

"Well, my parents were the absolute worse, but I can see how you ended up like that, hurt and alone." He said. "And as for my name...Otto Octavius." He said. "We may have a lot in common." 

"Being alone is painful. We know that." Octavius said, and he wrapped an arm around you. "So let us stick together and show the world who hurt us what happens when you ostracize two very lonely people." He said. 

"That sounds..." You said, and leaned into him. "Wonderful~" 

And so, two outcasts from society worked together to rule the world that so cruelly treated them, as they were bound not just by similar backgrounds, but from feelings coming together.

#doc ock #doctor octavius #doctor octopus #otto octavius #doc ock x reader #doctor otto octavius #reader insert #doc ock x you #villain reader #but done poorly #im so so so sorry #im sobbing #i hope you like it #hehehe

[sleepydane]

5 mutuals and 15 questions! 🥳🥳 I'll tag up here: @amrtiamat​ @preluvz​ @3nigm4art​ @oriopiuwu​ @anyawen​

Were you named after anyone?

No one! I’m so sexy, I named myself >:)

(fr tho if you’re counting only first names, they just happened to like a random name, and then picked my gma’s name for a middle name!)

When was the last time you cried?

No idea! I do not keep track bc if you saw me crying, no u didn’t. Couldn’t have been that long ago though I suppose?

Do you have kids?

Nope. (2022)

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

If depends on if I either like you a lot or if I really dislike you but it’s mostly online talk only. Not so much IRL (well except with family).

What's the first thing you notice about people?

Once again, it depends honestly. Some people’s clothes stand out first, some people’s faces, some people’s personality, I guess it’s just whatever about that person is loudest when I first meet them!

What's your eye color?

Water-logged dirt brown!

Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both? Happy could just mean cathartic honestly. In the same way that Midsommar (2019) was horror with a truly bad ending but also?? it was a payoff too. It felt right in the worst possible way. It doesn’t need to be happy, it just needs to make sense. I suppose I lean more horror though?

Any special talents?

Art I guess? There is no talent I have that I haven’t spent about 500 yrs cultivating lol. I play piano too but very poorly and I no longer remember how to read sheet music on the fly but the few songs I know by heart? Yeah I like to think I’m decent at them.

Where were you born?

rural west babieee.

What are your hobbies?

Art, uhmm piano sometimes, bookbinding (and by default editing to fit the format I use), cooking when I’m feeling alright, reading, and watching my silly little shows with my crew!

Have any pets?

Yes, my little bastard cat!

What sports do you play/have you played?

Used to do children’s ballet, rode horses for a bit, and also played soccer for a season (I was absolutely horrible at it to the point my couch had nothing to say about me at the end of the season party lol).

How tall are you?

yes :3c

Favorite subject in high school?

Alternated between English and History buuuut I was always the history teacher’s favorite little meow meow and it definitely captivated me more !

Dream job?

Eat hot chip and lie.

(I don’t know, at this point I just want to go to a job that I know what I’m doing and can hopefully do meaningful work? I would like to pay the bills and not have to lean on anyone financially though, that’s my basic goal)

@hetakiba​ Thank you for the tag and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY DUDE!!!!! 🎂 🎂 🎂

#maple talks #if anyone I tagged doesn't feel like doing this that's alright! #also Ki you have some fascinating answers!! You're so fucking cool sdgjkfbgkd

[bluejay-in-flight]

Sorry it took me this long but I was tagged by the wonderful @wordspin-shares (you got a few of these coming 👀😇)

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

1. Are you named after anyone?

So my birth name came from my grandmother on my mother's side and my middle name came from my great grandmother on my dad's side. But the name that I chose for me “Jay” actually came from Jarvis from Iron Man 😊

2. When was the last time you cried?

If we're counting teared up then last night when my niece was crying and I felt horrible that she was so sad and I couldn't do anything to fix the cause. If we're counting tears falling then probably a week ago when my best friend was crying and I couldn't do anything to fix the problem. As Gus from psych would say I'm a sympathetic cryer 😅

3. Do you have kids?

No but I love kids and have many nieces and nephews and one day I would love to adopt some of my own ☺️

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Funnily enough I don't really. I tend to be a very honest person even when joking and so I don't really tend to be sarcastic ever. It's funny that sarcasm seems to be a trait you see a lot in characters or movies or whatever but I honestly don't hear people use it that much either.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Idk everything??? I feel like I'm both hyper observant in the least helpful way and I can't manage to focus on one thing at a time so I honestly have no clue 😅🤣

6. What’s your eye color?

Dark brown practically black

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't think that's an either or situation cause you can have both but I don't ever tend to like scary movies but I always love happy endings and can't handle sad endings 😭

8. Any special talents?

I don't think I have any talents that are really special or even especially good. But I do think I have a knack for weaving a good tale.

9. Where were you born?

N/A I was never born 👀

10. What are your hobbies?

Reading, writing, singing/listening to music, watching tv shows/anime/movies

11. Have you any pets?

I had a cat pumpkin who I loved so much but I had to give him to someone else since I was moving states and couldn't take him with me 😭 so at the moment I am petless 🥺

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I don't play sports currently but I have played Soccer, Basketball, Softball, and Field hockey

13. How tall are you?

5’5

14. Favorite subject in school?

In high school math and psychology. In college all the social sciences psychology, sociology, anthropology, philosophy 😍😍😍

15. Dream job?

Therapist or Writer or Editor (I actually wanted to be an Editor before I wanted to be a Writer)

Tagging way more than 15 also not sure if everyone I tagged are mutuals cause I was too lazy to check 😅 if you wanna join in if you don't that's fine too 💙 (also if anyone not listed wants to join in the fun please do and tag me 😄)

@bisexualterror, @ipanicatmorethanjustthedisco, @oneirataxia-girl, @theroseunblown, @stridingseer, @privateerstudies, @avarhodes, @qu-ilinn, @emphasis-on-the-oopsie, @al-pomegranate-seeds, @deniedmysign, @waterloou, @heirsoflilith, @darknightfrombeyond, @darth-caillic, @residentdormouse, @asirensrage, @toribookworm22, @polizwrites, @darsynia, @inkspottedtea

#tag games #my posts #about me

[certifiedjaeger]

Eren’s daughter trying to be all scary and growling at him. The first time he spoke back to her in that growly voice (y’all know the one), she cried and he felt so bad. Now she thinks it’s funny.

omg :( lol

This probably happened when his daughter was going through a lil rebellious phase in her toddler years tbh!! Normally Eren is so soft around her but when his daughter gets mad at you one day and hits you out of frustration, Eren suddenly isn’t her sweet, soft daddy anymore :(

As he watches his daughter slap you, his eyes would get really wide—too shocked that his sweet, little girl would behave in such a way—and then he would instantly jump into action and bend down to her level and warn in a very serious voice, “We never hit. Especially mommy.”

And his daughter wouldn’t know how to react to her papa looking so upset with her and using that voice and she would just instantly break into tears, sitting on the floor and sobbing her lil heart out :(

And eren would be like…..oh no……oh NO!!!!! and he’d freak out and would be like “no, no, it’s okay, baby— you don’t need to cry, daddy loves you so much” and he would scoop her up into his arms and just have the biggest look of horror on his face, thinking to himself ‘WHAT HAVE I DONE’

And eventually she would calm down in his arms and then you’d come to the rescue since eren was now at a loss for words, just feeling absolutely HORRIBLE and hating himself. And you’d calmly explain to your little girl how hitting is never okay and that if something upsets her, she should use her words. And then she would look up at you with this expression on her face -> 🥺 and give you a little nod and be like “i’m sorry, mommy” :(

And Eren’s heart would just break MORE because he can hear how sad his lil girl is :( but he’s also really proud of her for apologizing <3 On the inside he’s probably a combination of ‘why is this happening, I HATE this, she’s so sad and I yelled at her and I will literally never forgive myself 💀’ and ‘I’m so proud of her, look at my lil girl, she’s so sweet and apologized and is such an angel, I love her so much 🥺🥰’

Honestly, by the end of it, you and your daughter are fine (y’all are probably chillin on the couch, snuggling and eating ice cream) but eren is a total mess LMFAOO he’s like

like literally picture this big, tough guy sitting down on the edge of the bed like 🥲🥲🥲 sniffling and on the verge of tears cause he feels so bad :(

But then you’re totally right !!!! His daughter would absolutely use that voice right back at him, she’s so playful and definitely growls at him and he’s just like, “yep, that’s my girl 😇”

#LMAO I love him :( #punk daddy eren chronicles #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren blurbs #annie's asks 💌 #annie's anons 💕

[gilshaelos]

tag game!!!… tagged by @alovelysickness thank u beloved 🥺💕.. a get to know you game!! :3

fave color: i love greens and peachy colors.. i like a lot of colors i think theyre all nice :) but green and peach and some blue have me :3

currently reading: this is embarrassing in a way but were healing atm , im close to being finished with forest of secrets by erin hunter of the warrior cat series XD im reading the series slowly again with my gf

besides that however i usually read manga and not so many books. i got caught up on dungeon meshi the other day which im THRILLED is getting an anime!! iirc the mangaka had mentioned that she wouldnt approve an anime unless she knew itd be good so 👀.. i have very high hopes.

besides that ive been continuing my read through and analysis of one piece! im near the end of the skypeia arc now, its of course wonderful. i enjoyed the anime arc a lot as well but the end felt a little clumsy, im interested to see if the manga is any better. no harm if its not, cant all be the goat ALL the time. currently, sanji just got blasted by enel and i was talking abt in my server that he’s incredibly self sacrificing and this is like the third time this arc he takes such a horrible blow its a miracle he wakes up. but honestly his little excursion onto the ark maxim and then subsequently getting electrocuted reads to me like some sort of sui attempt… but thats me. lololol. i love analyzing manga.

last song: this is sooo hard honestly cuz i listen to music constantly.. but the song i woke up with in my head is Bitter Boogie by King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard. (while rn playing is Am I In Heaven? by the same band!) heres some of my recent spotify likes of kglw however.. i have more but HAHA

last series: this may come as a shock… but the answer to this is also One Piece. lmfao. im nearing the end of the dressrosa arc and people were not lying. flashbacks abound. a lot of good character moments felt ruined by it. OH WELL. but right now luffy just shifted into fourth gear and its really exciting, but nothing is that easy to im waiting for things to go wrong.. despite being a mess of an arc im having a great time with it!

last movie: im so bad about watching movies and my friend mo has described it being a ‘herculean task’ for me to watch a movie which is true so i dont have a clear answer. i recently saw thor love and thunder with family. it sure was a marvel movie so its very whatever. last GOOD movie i watched and remember watching is The Last Unicorn and i cried like the whole time.. LOL.

currently working on: oh lord well i always default to saying im working on my oc universe story thing Masters of None! but the honest answer is really nothing too much atm i havent drawn in over a month or so. i just havent felt like it. ive got the itch to do so but no energy LMAO but i try not to force it. however im playing a new game that came out yesterday if that counts for anything? cult of the lamb, its phenomenal so far im really enjoying it.

feel free to do this if you want to :3 but im gonna tag a fee people .. do ot if you want to!!! but if u dont its ok :)

@why-its-kai @linnellgender @joltikgenes

#vinny.txt #tag game #i talk a lot so sorry it will happen again #also its not overstepping a bound lovely!! i didnt realize i wasn’t following you PFFT #>mind behind my music blog >doesnt mention the band we both like LOLLLL #BUT thanks again for the tag :)

[zucchinibread777books]

We Are Okay Book Review

We Are Okay by Nina LaCour Book Review

Summary:

Marin managed to leave everything behind when she went off for college, but now that it’s winter break she is the last one on campus. She could sleep through this break, if it weren’t for a friend from the past coming to visit. Can she face the memories she has been avoiding and finally open up?

The Good:

Wow what an emotional book. This is the kind of story where nothing really happens, and yet we as readers are taken through a whole journey as we understand every little thing that led up to the main character’s current situation. It’s about grief and family and growth. I will say I cried at the end.

One thing about this book that really stood out to me is how much LaCour focused on each small detail of life that is usually ignored. I know it’s odd, but I really appreciate when an author can mention something normal like a character going to pee or brushing their teeth. These are things that are so often ignored but they add that extra layer of realism. It also didn’t have any real plot to it, which a lot of people wouldn’t enjoy as much, but if you like slower, more realistic books like I do then this is definitely for you.

I’m not going to pretend that I fully understand Marin’s decisions throughout this story, especially because I can’t imagine ever doing the same in her position, but in some ways I ended up getting it. The way her loneliness compounded from the specific kind of emotional neglect she was raised with (it wasn’t quite phrased like that in the story but emotional neglect was what she was going through), once everything was out in the open it made sense.

I’ve read a lot of stories recently where a main character acts out because of her situation and ends up hurting the people around them, but I never really felt like it was justified, and it made it hard to root for that character later. This book was different. Marin did do something that hurt those around her, but it wasn’t because she was lashing out or saying things that she shouldn’t, she just was so crushed by her grief and pain that she closed herself off for months. It’s the kind of thing that people can come back from.

Related to that, I was really happy with the other characters and how they handled everything. I didn’t feel like they were being unreasonable or unrealistic in their actions despite the months of time where they didn’t do quite as much. Watching them navigate Marin’s situation, they felt so real. Even the roommate, who we only really saw through Marin’s thoughts, was someone that I could really imagine meeting. I wouldn’t exactly call this found family, just because its sounds too tropey for how deep this book felt, but man am I glad that she found a family in the end.

It was the perfect length for what needed to be said, no problem was so drawn out that I got super frustrated.

Also I just love the cover.

The Bad:

I had one main problem with this story. The reveal of information was so slow, that I started to assume much worse things than what actually happened. There was so much build up to make it seem like her grandfather did something extremely horrible, bad enough that Marin wasn’t sure how she felt about his death. He was writing letters to someone who sent him a child’s dress, someone who he didn’t want his friends to know about, and he refused to talk about Marin’s mother……….I thought he was dating a child! I understand that the author wanted us to learn at the end but she really set it up to be much much worse than it actually was. I think it’s okay to tell the audience things and still have the character go through their internal struggle with acknowledging it, especially in this case where you could figure it out from the first clues but the build up made you think it must be more serious than that.

Honestly though, I don’t think that was a strong enough issue to take away from the story, and I think it was still very well written.

Overall:

I would definitely recommend this, and I can see myself rereading it in the future. I was between 4.5 and 5 stars to be honest, but I decided on this because I'm not sure it would be at the top of my reread list.

4.5 Stars

#book review #books #reading #book club #books & libraries #booklover #we are okay #nina lacour #grief #tw grief #loss #memory

[teuhoney]

im being 100% down right honest, idk if its my period talking but 20th century girl really broke me fr like just thinking about the ending still has me hurting so much and my eyes watering. its like i can feel the pain and sadness of it all and find myself in her shoes almost, feeling everything to the core. it makes my heart ache fr. its such an amazing movie and i would watch it again and go through the rollercoaster of emotions again, thats how good it is. i was crying so much sobbing into my sleeve watching this and i havent cried like that for a movie/drama in a long ass time, it honestly felt good but at the same time i havent felt this heartbroken over a movie/drama in a long time too. hhhhhh this movie was too good i dont think imma move on from it anytime soon dflsdjflsjdflksjdf.

warning: spoilers ahead !!!!

but no everyone wanted a happy ending especially me but this movie just encourages acceptance and iT HAS ME ALL THE WAY FCKED UP LIKE NO IM A DISNEY PRINCESS AT HEART I WANT MY LEADING GIRL TO HAVE A HAPPILY EVER AFTER WITH HER MAN FCK YOU MEANNN AAAAH DONT PLAY WITH ME RN IM SO EMOTIONALLY DAMAGED WHAT TFF FLSJDF,, such horrible timing to watch something like this during your period ill tell yall that T-T.

#devastation #depression #ugly crying for an hour after finishing the movie #my post

[anonymousanxiety92]

Overreacting?

My whole relationship has been ups and downs for me, and its only been a year and a half. I have had several failed relationships. like most do, but they have all ended because I never got the things I needed from the other person. Some backstory, my last relationship was awful, one of the worst for my mental health honestly. He cheated on me the whole beginning but I didn't find out until 7 months in. I was treated like a maid, ignored 99 percent of the time because he was too busy gaming with his friends. I talked and talked and he refused to listen. I finally towards the end decided to work on myself. Going back to school, therapy, and working out. I looked and felt amazing, I was on this high that i never thought would end. I promised myself I would never get into a relationship like this again and made myself a list of my perfect man. First wrong mistake in my book. I decided to look online for someone so I would be able to advertise what i wanted in a person, and i met someone i thought was it. Finally, i found someone who would treat me the way i felt i deserved. He said and did all the right things, he opened doors for me and told me i was beautiful every chance he could. My biggest thing which is probably shallow but he wanted me, i mean always wanted me. The sex was incredible! We were constantly doing it every chance we could. I introduced him to my kids after a few months of knowing each other and I couldn't have been more amazed at how much he cared for them and treated them. He always wanted to include them and they also liked him too. I kept thinking, where was he all my life.. We were engaged soon after. That's when things started to change. I started to feel like he was pulling away, i ignored it like a dumb ass. I just thought with wedding planning, that things were just stressful. We moved in together a few months before the wedding and things seemed OK, but he never wanted to have sex anymore and it started to take a toll on my confidence. A month before we were to get married, i found that he was sexting with women and saying some awful things about me to them. About how I couldn't give head satisfactorily, my boobs were awful, shit like that. I was crushed.. I confronted him immediately and he cried and said he was so sorry and that he believed he had a porn addiction. Oh that's the other thing, he watched porn and masturbated several times a day but did not want to have sex with me. He was talking to these other women sending dick pics and I was made to feel awful about asking for sex. He told me he would get into therapy, and I made him sleep on the couch for a few days, but i became so lonely without him. So i decided to forgive him, second mistake. I tried asking him what he wasn't getting from me or what about me was causing him to do this, he replied with he didn't know and maybe therapy would help him. Things after that seemed to get better, he was being more attentive again and i really thought this was over. Man was i wrong... A week before the wedding i had a horrible nightmare about him cheating again. Call it woman's intuition because i decided to look at his phone again. And yep you guessed it, the same damn thing was happening again.. What in he hell was i doing wrong? I left the house and booked a hotel for a few days. I needed space and time to think. I wanted an explanation, i wanted him to fight for me. He didn't without me pushing him to. I kept thinking that i couldn't leave him, i couldn't do this to my kids again, another failed relationship..I again asked what it was about me that didn't do it for him, he finally said it was my stomach, my weight. I had put on a few pounds ( i was 120 for context 110 when i met him). There went the rest of my self confidence i had worked so hard to build. Third mistake, i went along with the wedding. Afterwards he was so loving towards me that again i was convinced this shit was all behind us. His family and friends were still in town, so i later figured this was why he was being so great. End of part 1

[marcothepinata]

(I live in Scotland, this will make some of the content make sense)

When covid happened and we all got sent home i was fifteen years old.

I was preparing for my nat5 exams and a one year higher course that i was kinda struggling with. And then the exams were canceled.

I saw very little of my friends, i tried to keep in touch while i drowned in a workload that i was struggling to manage as my parents worked in the same room. I felt like i couldn’t complain because my siblings sat around the same table with the same problem.

We were deprived of a normal classroom environment or a school structure and were expected to self regulate. Honestly, i felt lost.

I learned to fear my mum’s disappointment and anger. Something that would cause a lot of anxiety in my life and probably still will for a long time.

My sixteenth rolled around and there was no clear end in sight and so we made do. Zoom and all that shit. Watched Twisted tho my mum made her disapproval of the scripts “reliance” on swearing for comedy quite clear.

My doon to be ex boyfriend forgot my birthday and after i told him he later turned up with chocolate, flowers that were on sale and a card that read: deal with me :(

I later dumped him for a menagerie of reasons but that’s not important (it wasn’t traumatic he was just kinda shitty) however the relationship did provide the last few connected dots for me to figure out i was asexual and later aromantic.

One good thing about not seeing many people is that you have a lot of time for introspection. I ended up questioning my gender after discovering the mechanisms and mother mother. Turns out my dislike for being called a woman was not because I’m trans but because I’m scared of having to “grow up”

Family time was mandatory a lot from my parents and while i liked what we did together, it was hard to keep us all happy as my younger siblings preferred to keep yo themselves much to my mothers dismay.

I feel like i have to be the shining center of positive energy for the three of us as my siblings mental health took a nosedive. One coped by calling friends, ranting to me and keeping it to themselves, not the best but it kept the situation civil. The younger one has taken half bottling it up and half sniping back at our parents which isn’t good for any of us. I worry about them a lot because i want them to get help for their undiagnosed neurodivergiancies that they definitely have. But even then, one can’t do thst for ages because he wants to join the marines to join the royal marine band.

I did have an escape tho. Three times a week i had zoom dance classes that the rest of my family had to leave me alone for an hour or two. I got to focus on myself in a way that was simple. It’s ok to get the moves wrong, you can hardly tell on zoom. It felt good to move or just to even move out of frame and listen to the music. It did stress me out sometimes and i have cried more than once because i couldn’t understand a tap routine.

A lot of this makes my parents out to be horrible. Trust me, they’re really great like 95% of the time. Until i fuck up which then it’s kinda reasonable.

Anyways, a years fuckin passed and exams are once again canceled because the SQA are shit but now the teachers are prepared. Now the teachers are posting regular work for Higher content and now i have a workload that i don’t know how to complete. I feel like I’m gonna fail maths and physics and instead of asking for help i ignore it like a twatt. And so i have files and files of unfinished work so the school phones home and then my mum blows up at me. SO MANY LECTURES. Could not be in a room with the woman without one for a while.

Having said that, i loved my german teacher. We had a small classso she did google meet classes as a whole class and in small groups so that she could help us. When i was struggling with directed writing she set up one on one meetings with me to give me help. I ended up with an A for that subject.

But when we were in class. The tests were constant. The teachers needed enough evidence for predicted grades and so there was that. Not fun but necessary i guess.

Also my seventeenth happened. I don’t really remember it much. Eurovision was involved. My uncle gave me an axe. I got older.

And then came sixth year.

Immediately tokd that this is supposed to be the best year of our school career and that we shouldn’t waste it. Great, if this is shit can’t wait for the rest of my life.

“Can’t believe that you didn’t go for head girl you would have been great”

UCAS. Applications. The pressure that comes with picking the courses and uni’s that you want to go to is immense. I sobbed so many times. I applied for a graduate apprenticeship as well, thinking that i had a decent chance of getting it. Rejected without so much as a reason.

So many clubs and hobbies came back and suddenly i was on full extracurricular throttle. Dance, rugby and musical theatre. I consider it worth it tho.

Advanced higher chemistry was hell. What was once a subject i loved now I’m failing miserably. We had to travel to a different school to do it ant the teacher was shit. She almost never clarified anything and at that particular school, one third of the course is self taught. Self taught my ass. Im sad i couldn’t grasp it in the time i had because i would have loved to fully understand the content and enjoy the subject. Hopefully i get to try again one day.

And then... the impending loom of exam leave because after that, i finished school. I had three exams and then i was done. Just like that. I dont miss the deadline stress but the safety that came with the system is something i think I’ll long for for a while.

I turned eighteen and it was fun but it has been non stop for almost three weeks now and i am exhausted. Kinky boots, Birthday, after party, final exam, party prep (cleaning the entire house), birthday party, London trip, friends coming out party, bar training, first shift and its kareoke night and myth con which i had to dm for.

I’m now eighteen and i graduate tomorrow. I feel like the last parts of my childhood has been stolen in a way. I feel like in those years there should have been something there but I’ll never know. This is my “last proper summer” and I’ve bern told i need to make the most of it while at the same time the same people say that i need to be an adult now.

I don’t know how

I don’t know

I don’t know what my future looks like. How the fuck am i supposed to live life in this nebulous black hole grey area between high school and university.

Be a kid, be an adult, make the most of it, prepare, spend time with friends, spend time with family, spend time on your hobbies, spend time on work, go out, have adventures, what time?

When can i stop?

Because i don’t know how much i have left

And life’s only just begun

[kinggdom]

Honestly I just watched Bo Burnham: Inside for the first time but I’ve been in a pretty bad place lately and I wish I knew what it was going to be like before I watched it because it feels like I just got repeatedly punched in the face.

But seriously if you’re not in a good place mentally you shouldn’t watch it until you get better

#I just saw a post saying that it is all an act (but taking aspects of his actual mental health) #and I’m so glad I saw it because the whole thing really broke me #I honestly felt really horrible watching it and cried so much at the end #really wish I had read some trigger warnings before watching lol #but apart from making me very sad it was actually really good #and i want to try and watch it again but keeping in mind that it is an act so I can enjoy it more #bo burnham #bo burham inside

[tetsvhoe]

Heyy 😊 I love the toxic ex series and i was wondering if you could do another part with kageyama, oikawa and iwaizumi? You’re genuinely so good at writing and I have enjoyed reading your posts xx

SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [4]

kuroo's part

tsukishima and suna's part

bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa's part

hinata, matsukawa, and osamu's part

character/s: iwaizumi hajime x f reader, oikawa tooru x f reader, kageyama tobio x f reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: ex trying to leak yn’s nudes (iwaizumi’s), ex threatening suicide (oikawa’s)

gwen's notes 🤍: u guys seem to like this series a lot! it's funny bc this was my first ever post and it's all based on my experiences w one person djdjshsh also these are getting shorter and repetitive as i am thoroughly running out of ideas

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

iwaizumi hajime

classes ended a few minutes earlier than usual while iwaizumi was still training. you didn't mind waiting for him though especially when you could sit on the empty bleachers and watch him from afar.

you were doing surprisingly well after such a messy breakup thanks to him. you had been good friends for a while but neither one of you wanted to confess their feelings.

until you came running to him one night, sobbing about how miserable you were and how badly your ex treated you. he swore he would never let you go through that again.

you've been successful at dodging your ex on campus for the past few months, thanks to your conflicting schedules. but you weren't going to be able to hide from him forever.

he spotted you alone up on the bleachers and decided this was his only chance to convince you to get back with him–you always did no matter how badly he messed up, no matter how much he hurt you. you always came back. what made it any different this time?

you were too focused on watching iwaizumi train to notice him approaching until he called out to you. you almost fell over your seat at the mere sound of his voice. it's been months but it was all too soon so see him again.

"can we talk?"

he blocked your path even as you tried to stomp away.

"i have nothing to say to you. we are done. please leave me alone," you gritted through your teeth.

having iwaizumi by your side when you were doing so horribly because of your ex emotionally, mentally, and physically, was like a breath of fresh air after unknowingly suffocating for months. when iwaizumi treated you with the utmost care and affection and respect, you found yourself confused because all you have ever know was being used whenever your ex pleased, pushed away whenever you weren't needed, blamed for every single thing that went wrong in your relationship.

now that you saw it so clearly, you couldn't even stand to look at him in the eyes.

"please, i can't do this without you. you know i can't. i messed up, i'll make it right this time, i promise," he whined but there were no tears in his eyes. you have fallen for this trick so many times before.

"no," you said firmly. you stood your ground even as he begged in front of you, cried with no tears in sight, he kept reaching out to hold you but you didn't budge. it was all for show. "honestly, thank you for fucking me over again and again. i was finally able to see you for what you really are."

his pleads and cries slowly died down, his head hung low. you were confused until he started laughing manically, immediately reminding you of how vile and cruel he was. your heart skipped a beat, a familiar fear settling in your chest.

“that’s how it is, huh?” you stumbled back. “you meet a new guy and all of a sudden you’ve forgotten about everything we shared?” he took a step forward. “you know, for example, our shared pictures and videos together. did you really forget that quick?”

you halted, narrowing your eyes at his suggestive tone.

“wha-“

he quickly fished his phone out of his back pocket, flashing it to you after a few taps and swipes. your eyes widened, mouth falling slack. you felt disgusted in your own skin all of a sudden. tears pricked your eyes as you stumbled over your words.

“what’s going on?” you heard iwaizumi call from behind him, tone laced with worry and breathless as if he ran from the court all the way up there.

“haji, no don’t-“

“perfect timing, haji. since she’s all yours now do you want me to show you what she can do?”

you felt the world crumble as he swiftly turned on his heel, displaying the media on his phone for all to see. the rest of the teamed turned their eyes away out of courtesy as you tried taking it away from him, to no avail.

now he wasn’t the tallest, but he sure was the feistiest. it took almost half of the team to hold iwaizumi back, fists balled and jaw clenched as he thrashed around.

your ex provocatively inched closer and closer to him. the next thing you knew, a fist met his face in one swift blow. he was lying on the floor, cradling his jaw wide eyes staring up at iwaizumi. you scrambled to get to the phone strewn on the floor and deleted everything throughly checking for any more copies.

“pull that kind of shit one more time, i’ll be sure to break it in one blow,” iwaizumi threatened his voice and eyes void of emotion, somehow making him scarier.

you swayed your feet, dangling off the bleachers as you quietly cried. it was such a stressful situation and you can’t help but feel like you were being held hostage even as you escaped.

“feel better?” iwaizumi spoke moments after your little sobs died down. you nodded.

“i’ll never let anyone hurt you like that ever again,” he promised without so much as an ounce of hesitation.

oikawa tooru

you agreed to meet your boyfriend after his practice to have some dinner and do a little bit of grocery shopping together.

busy weeks and booked schedules were no news to both of you. something as mundane as getting fast food takeouts and groceries became something you looked forward to.

and the last thing you wanted was for a persistent toxic ex boyfriend to ruin what little time you had with oikawa.

“it’s been half a year, leave me alone.” you tried pushing past him, but he caught your cart and held it in place. where the hell was oikawa and what was taking him so long.

“that’s just it, it’s been half a year and i still can’t get over how badly you hurt me,” he begged, voice strained and eyebrows knotted.

you scoffed. “i hurt you because i refuse to put up with anymore of your bullshit?”

he gave you a stern look as he stalked towards you. you found yourself backing away out of instinct until you were pushed against the shelves, practically trapped. “exactly. you have no idea of what i go through everyday, of what you put me through. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i can’t work. i might as well just die if you refuse to get back with me.”

not again, you begged in your mind. when you first broke up with him, he kept threatening to kill himself. you stayed three more months as he gas lighted and manipulated you into doing everything he wanted. it drained the life out of you, being with him for as long as you did. it took so much strength and resolve to leave that hell he put you through and he was here roping you back in.

“but y-you were always hurting me when we were together! i hurt you once. when i broke up with you because i couldn’t handle it anymore,” you couldn’t help it when your voice trembled.

“that’s not true, we can be happy together again. i promise.”

you shook your head frantically. “no, no. i never wanna go back with you ever again,” you mumbled, heart hammering in your chest in fear.

“if something happens to me you know it’s your fault right?” he said ominously, like he always did when he tricked you into staying with him.

“w-what? what are you talking about.”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

groceries poured into your cart, the sound breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. your gaze snapped at oikawa, wide eyed and red from trying to hold back tears. you let out a sharp breath.

“so do it then,” he sang, a smirk on his lips. he turned to you with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. “sorry baby, i got distracted with the cereal selection and i just couldn’t pick one. plus i got lost in the-“

“what did you just say,” your ex butted in, shoving oikawa’s shoulder so he would face him.

“i said do it. kill yourself,” oikawa grinned, making you gasp at his remarks. you grabbed his arm panicked.

“what? didn’t you keep threatening to kill yourself half a year ago so she wouldn’t leave you?” he probed, feigning a look of sympathy as he jutted his lip out. “such a shame you never got around doing it until now,” he growled in your ex’s ear only for him to hear, his tone cold and wicked.

you darted your eyes from oikawa to your ex, confused and somewhat frightened at the sudden quietness. while your ex opened and closed his mouth stupidly trying to find a comeback, oikawa quickly heaves a dramatic sigh, waving his hand dismissively.

“your emotional abuse might have worked on her, but not me,” he sneered, a menacing smirk on his lips. “you think we should get ice cream?” he turned to ask you, tapping his chin deep in thought. he maneuvers the cart around when you eagerly but confusedly nodded, giving your ex a harsh slap on the back as he passed him.

“c’mere,” he ushered you, opening his arms to welcome you. you scoot closer to him and he traps you between his arms as he pushed the cart around, flashing you a smirk as you looked up at him with heated cheeks. “i’ll never let you be miserable again because of that idiot,” he grumbled, kissing the top of your head.

kageyama tobio

though the university was closed for the summer, the library was open to a handful of students to provide a good studying environment.

you didn’t want your boyfriend to risk not being able to play because of bad grades, so study dates were common whenever you both had free time.

kageyama was an amazing player, a genius some might even say, his skills being up to par with the best in the country. however he wasn’t all that keen on learning about calculus or picking up when your ex is bothering you.

you have been whisper-shouting for your ex to leave you alone while your boyfriend sat right there next to you, eyebrows furrowed as he wore his usual scowl and watched the whole thing unfold. you weren’t sure why he wasn’t interfering yet. you thought he was letting you handle it because he knew you could and he would only step in when things got out of hand or it was taking every bit of will to hold himself back, either of the two.

“please let’s… let’s just go outside to talk. i need you to hear me out.”

you glared at him. “no, i have nothing more to say to you. nothing you will say will ever change my mind.” it was bold of him to assume that if you saw him crying you’d come running back to him like always. he had the nerve to convince himself you were only playing hard to get, which angered you even more. he thought so much of himself that he was under the impression that he still had you wrapped around your finger. you comically gagged at the mere thought.

as he opened his mouth to beg again, kageyama interrupted with the loud slurping of his straw from an empty yogurt milk drink which he was definitely not allowed to bring inside. you slowly turned to look at him, disbelief evident as your mouth hung open. you fight back laughter climbing up your throat as you wondered whether he did that on purpose. “you about done, babe? i have to train in like two hours.”

“yes. yes, i’m done here, babe. we should get lunch fir-“

as your ex yanks your wrist toward him, you finally felt all the anger you’ve been trying to keep at bay bubble up to the surface. kageyama was right behind you faster than you can tell him to fuck off.

your boyfriend’s scowl was cold and murderous as he steered his head to the side, clasping the hand above yours with a death grip. “i think she’s made it pretty clear she’s done here.”

“who do you think you are,” your ex challenged.

you swore your boyfriend did a double take as his features contorted to a look of utter confusion, like the person in front of you sprouted two heads. “i’m her boyfriend what the fuck? who are you?”

“well before she was your girlfriend, she was mind so kindly back-“

kageyama’s head snapped so fast to look at you, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “huh? this idiot’s your ex?”

you stifled a laughter at his confusion. “baby, yes? where have you been these past 15 minutes?” he’s quickly making it hard to take the whole situation seriously, your anger subsiding.

“i thought he was just very persistently trying to recruit you to a club.”

you broke into a fit of laughter in the middle of a dead silent library alone. your ex took full offense on that and kageyama was thoroughly sick and done with him. he’s heard a lot about him from you, how badly he treated you and how much he hurt you. now he was truly holding himself back with everything he had. your cackles helped calm him down.

“i think i just refused to believe you dated something-i mean someone like him, so i just assumed he was recruiting you for something.”

your ex was fuming as he shoved your hand away, opting to grab a fistful of his collar instead. you panicked, at the sudden movement, worrying that they might start a fight especially with your boyfriend’s temper. you didn’t want to get him in trouble.

to your surprise, he mustered up the fakest, most offending smirk he could as he put his hands up in faux surrender. he honestly only thought about you in that moment and the lengths you go through to help him achieve his dreams. you helped him study, kept him out of trouble, made sure he was always healthy, so that he could keep doing what he loved. he knew picking a fight with someone as irrelevant as him was the last thing you wanted.

as you walked out of campus, swaying your hands together he decided, “i’ll be the one to take care of you from now on.” his words caught you off guard. “you won’t have to deal with stupid, ugly, idiot exes because you’ll have me forever,” he grumbled, looking at everywhere but you. it did little to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks or to ease the thumping of your heart.

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[bnha-more-like-bnh-gay]

Rarepair headcanons because I am ignoring my problems

Serodeku:

Izuku reenacts the Spider-Man movies with Sero. Izuku is MJ. They also alternate being Spider-Man sometimes

They skate together

They get very protective when people call their boyfriend “plain”

They play dnd together

Sero tries to make sure that izuku gets some rest

They’re both kinda insecure, izuku more than sero, but still; and they make sure to reassure each other as often as possible

Sero likes listening to Izuku’s ramblings and finds them cute. He has told izuku this, only for the poor boy to imitate a tomato

After Izuku has been particularly reckless, Sero takes advantage of his quirk, wraps Izuku in bubble wrap, and tapes it there

Tokodeku:

Jocknerd bf and goth bf, we love to see it

Tokoyami teaches izuku how to sword fight

They start a dnd club at U.A.

Izuku talks to dark shadow a lot, Dark Shadow approves of him, and has claimed the spot of best man at their wedding

Izuku comes up with ideas to help Tokoyami gain control with Dark Shadow

Dark Shadow is very protective over Izuku, no matter how many times Tokoyami tells him that he can take care of himself, Dark Shadow will put himself between Izuku and any form of danger as often as possible

Dekoyama??? Aoyama/izuku:

Aoyama gives him makeovers, obviously

Aoyama drags izuku to the mall and tries to revamp some of his wardrobe, but he actually finds the “pants” and “flannel” type shirts cute

They help each other train their quirks

Aoyama is trilingual, and teaching izuku English and French.

Izuku always brings Aoyama home some new cheese

Y’all, I love them so much. There needs to be more aodeku content

Monoshinsou:

They have people watching dates. They come up with stories for the people they’re watching; their job, family, background, etc.

They judge people together

They call each other “love”

They’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They jokingly sh*t-talk class A

Shinsou said “I love you” first, and it was because Monoma brought him coffee to class

Monoyama:

Like monoshinsou, they’re both dramatic bastards, who will flop onto their lovers lap and proclaim their death due to a minor inconvenience

They go shopping together and pick out the most dramatic pieces of clothing for each other

I love them so much, please 😭✋

They have tea parties every week, where they sh*t talk everyone else and gossip

They are both fancy bastards, and they wear the most exquisite outfits to go grocery shopping, and the outshine everyone

They both actually make clothing, they’ll go fabric shopping together. Gift exchanges are often articles of clothing that they’ve made for each other

Momomei:

They work on gear together!!!

Momo makes sure that mei gets some sleep

Mei helps redesign momo’s suit

They often work together with izuku to work in gear and such

They actually got together after izuku introduced them. He had been working on gear with mei, and studying with momo and he thought they’d hit it off. He was correct

Shintsuyu:

Dude they’d be so cute

Tsu is a vent gremlin, and you can’t change my mind. So she and shinsou will play a game where they try to find each other. Tsu is in the vent and shinsou is in the classrooms. Shinsou will try to find whichever vent she’s in, or she’ll find whichever classroom he’s in, in 20 minutes or less

I always headcanoned tsu as a dog person, so they’d have two cats and two dogs, and a bunny that they named Deku

They like comparing their friends to animals, hence the bunny, Deku

Kamideku:

Kaminari is a flirt, and izuku does n o t know how to handle it

Kaminari likes listening to izuku’s ramblings, and can keep up with them. He’ll ask questions on things too, and Izuku has never felt more appreciated

I don’t know why I feel like they’d have so many animals, but I do. They’d have so many, man. Three cats, two dogs, four sugar gliders, a hamster

Adhd power couple. They hyperfixated on complimentary things at the same time one time

Kaminari tutors izuku in English, and izuku turots kami in some other subjects. He’s also teaching kami JSL on the side. Kaminari has a live of languages

Momochako:

Study dates, Momo asks ochako to quiz her a lot

Ochako takes to floating momo’s things when she wants attention. Especially when Momo is studying. She makes a game out of how many things she can float until the other girl notices

Uraraka’s confidence does wonders for momo’s. Uraraka always makes sure to reassure momo that she is strong and that she can do this

Momo makes Uraraka whatever her heart desires. Uraraka blushes all the time, and momo takes great pride in getting her girlfriend to blush

Minatoru:

Mina clings to everyone, but especially to toru

They give each other stuffed animals so often. They’ll go to the store to get food, and come back with three stuffed animals that reminded them of each other

Please, they’re so cute 😭✋

They will play hide and seek, I stand by this.

Mina helps toru design a new costume. I hate hers, it’s horrible, and sexist, and not suitable for a fucking child

Toru says that pink is her favorite color

They flirt with each other all the time. Half the class thinks it’s cute, half of them used to think it was cute.

Iidamomo:

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, but study dates. they quiz each other, and it actually gets pretty competitive

They also have rage room dates. I will not budge on this. Iida tried to murder someone, and I am excited to see momo finally snap. She deserves it

They alternate paying for dates, don’t try me.

The go hiking a lot

They started liking each other after one late night, both having nightmares. Momo had tea, and offered some to Iida. They talked until the early hours of the morning

They can’t flirt. They try. But they’re horrible at it. They’ll compliment each other all day long, but they cannot flirt.

KIRIDEKU, MY BELOVED:

Y’all,,, y’all, I love them so much

They train together, obviously

They ran into each other one night in the common room after both having nightmares. They talked about middle school, how they were both bullied, izuku’s quirk coming in late, katsuki being abusive, kiri being bullied because his quirk wasn’t “cool.” After that, they were practically inseparable.

They started going on dates, not that either of them knew they were dates. The entire class knew, so did the teachers, so did the rest of U.A. Kirishima picked up on it first after a comment from Mina, he had is realization.

So, he started courting Izuku. Not thag izuku realized this. He brought him flowers on most ‘dates,’ he bought him hero action figures whenever he could, he complimented him until Izuku was red in the face (which was honestly very easy.) Still, izuku remained ignorant to the fact that he was indeed dating Kirishima.

The final tipping point, was due to Uraraka’s help. She was quite tired of watching the two of them pine for each other. It was amusing for the first couple months, watching Kirishima try so hard, and Deku being totally oblivious. However, she took pity on her friends after a while.

So, Uraraka devised a devilish plan to get the two together. She involved Mina, Sero, and kaminari in this plan. What was the plan, you ask? Oh, simply to trap the two in one room until they broke through izuku’s obliviousness.

Kirishima finally “straight” up admitted his feelings, to which Izuku had the sudden realization of “oh my gods, have we been dating this whole time??” Yes, Izuku. Yes you have.

They have two anniversaries after that.

Let’s be honest, they are really, annoyingly, horrifically lovey dovey. Kirishima brags about having “the manliest and bestest boyfriend in the world.” Izuku flaunts his many PowerPoint presentations on how talented and incredible Kirishima is

Uraraka doesn’t know if she did the right thing by helping them. She is so tired

Tsujirou:

Jirou makes playlists for tsu

The few sane ones in class A, I swear

They go on walks in the rain as often as they can

They go for dates in the bookstore too. They each pick out an album and a book for the other to listen to and read

Y’all, they make so much sense togetherrrrr, I’m love them 🥺

Jirou started liking tsu after the crew saved bakugou. Jirou sat with tsu after momo, Iida, kirishima, Todoroki, and izuku apologized and sat with her. They had movie night, and Jirou joined the Bakugou saving crew and tsu with taking well into the night. She just appreciated how much tsu cared

Tsu started liking Jirou after she helped Iida, momo, and izuku try to keep the class in order. She appreciated how diplomatic and calm she was

Jirou would talk to izuku all night long about how gay she was, and how adorable tsu was. So, izuku decided to try and suggest ways for Jirou to ask her out.

She did not end up getting to ask her out though, as Tsu walked up to her the next morning f and asked if she wanted to go on a date. Jirou said yes. Izuku cried

Izujirou:

They make playlists for each other

They go for runs on the beach a lot

They both have insomnia, and often spend time making blanket forts and talking, or FaceTiming and listening to music

Jirou walks into the common room once a week looking for new music. She started liking Izuku after he made a playlist for her for one of these occasions.

They’re both quite awkward when it comes to romance, but neither of them will shy away from facing the truth. So, Jirou made izuku a playlist filled with love songs that reminded her of him and sent it to him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou wrote a love song and told izuku that the song was for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell.

So, then Jirou write analysis about izuku’s quirk for him. Sadly, izuku is dense as hell

So, then, after thinking that Jirou had done so much for him, izuku made her a playlist filled with love songs. Jirou took this to mean that izuku had finally picked up on her feelings, and accepted them.

So, they started to go on dates. Not that izuku knew this, as he is dense as hell. All leading up to izuku finally confessing his feelings on one of their ‘dates,’ to which Jirou responded, “dude, we’re already dating? Aren’t we? I- I thought that was obvious??”

May this awkward couple be forever blessed

Tokoyama:

Goth/prep boyfriends, we love to see it

At least once a day, Aoyama will proclaim that Tokoyami “shines almost as bright as he does, in his fabulous emo way”

They sword fight, and come up with really dramatic scenarios and scenes that they’re in

They bond over being in the izucrew and their shared love of swords. Aoyama took fencing classes in middle school, and Tokoyami got into sword fighting after watching it in pirates of the Caribbean as a young child. He is self taught and watched countless videos on the art of sword fighting

Tokoyami asked Aoyama our by dramatically presenting him with a dagger and going “will you accompany me on a formal outing as my lover?”

Shinyama:

They flirt constantly

No really, it’s getting quite annoying. Someone please stop them.

They both plop down in random areas and proclaim their deaths, the difference between them, is that Aoyama will burst into shinsou’s room, and yell “love, I’ve been murdered. Mourn for me” while plopping down on shinsou’s lap. Shinsou can be found laying face down outside aoyama’s door, and when Aoyama goes to open the door, he just goes “I’ve been murdered.”

^^ one time, shinsou did a very fun Halloween prank for this, where he poured fake blood all over himself for Aoyama to find him an hour later, asleep.

Nap dates. Aoyama get glitter all over shinsou’s room

Iiyama:

Aoyama enjoys making Iida blush, obviously. But he takes joy in doing it specifically when class is about to start. Aizawa is tired of his shit

Here is how I think an iiyama conversation might go:

Aoyama: I ask for one thing in this relationship-

Iida: Aoyama, you know that’s a lie-

Aoyama: for my boyfriend to carry me around all day-

Iida: Aoyama, I cannot feasibly do this with class-

Aoyama: and I don’t think that’s too much to ask for 😤

Anyway, Aoyama got carried around all day that day, despite Iida’s blush and Aizawa’s eye twitch

Everyone in the izucrew is close, but Iida and Aoyama started to get close after Iida told the crew about Stain. Aoyama wanted Iida to know that he wasn’t alone, and that he wanted to help him. So he started packing extra cheese for lunch and giving it to Iida. Iida was very confused at first. But this was Aoyama trying to court him. This was only made apparent by momo and Jirou telling Iida that this was aoyama’s attempt at expressing romantic interest.

Aoyama flirts with everyone, that’s just who he is. But with Iida? Oh it was tenfold. The poor boy was red in the face constantly. Aoyama was a persistent little bugger too, following him around and calling him ‘mon amour’

Kirikamideku:

My dearest traffic light trio, I’m love them

They train together, and kiri and kami always appreciate izuku’s analysis snd ideas

Kiri falls even more in love with izuku and kaminari when they go off on rants. Izuku rants and kami can keep up with him so he asks questions about it. Kiri loves to watch his boyfriends go on rants, I don’t make the rules, but I do enforce them

They started to get closer after kami and kiri found bakugou causing a ptsd flashback (could be on purpose of an accident, up to the reader.) they stated with him and tried to talk him through it. After this, izuku started to tell them about having been a “late bloomer” and being bullied, etc. (I don’t know, man; I tend to over share after flashbacks and after panic attacks)

Izuku tutors them in several subjects, but kami tutors them in English. Kiri just falls in love with his smart boyfriends

Izuku is teaching kami JSL and kami is helping izuku with English and Italian (personal headcanon that Italian has been one of kami’s special interests) kiri loves to listen to them, and finds it relaxing and calming to hear them do this. When he has panic attacks, he’ll ask them to tutor each other in different languages

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