#I wish it would rain. I wish there was souP

[magicstormfrostfire]

#rain always makes me feel happy and calm and safe #thunderstorms even moreso. #i really wish it was raining right now. #antidepressants are supposed to make you not feel bad #instead im feeling everything and idk what to do with it #my therapist told me that I would start feeling more on them so im not surprised #but i just dream of good things. very good things. #and then wake up and reality is bad #I wish I didnt have to wake up #i miss the dreams i keep having of warm spaces and soft touches and homecooked food #the gentle monotony of being in a safe space with others #the warm pinks and browns and hardwood and swirling soups of sensory #the feeling of things ive never had #of people that have no faces but have loving embraces #the serenity of being with a lover that never has a shape but has everything i want #and then i wake up #and its all gone

[the-froschamethyst4]

Playing in the rain

𖤐Pairing: Father! Price x Mother! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, language, good father Price, daddies girl, kissing, married couple, children, kissing, parents flirting,

𖤐Summary: It's raining in Manchester and Iris wants to go play outside

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Iris stayed home from school today, the roads were closed due to flooding and some buses couldn’t get to students to pick them up.

Iris watched as the water droplets fall on the window and run down them like they were racing each other. Her mother Y/n was in the kitchen fixing Iris a grilled cheese as she also was holding baby Beau to her chest as she fixed lunch.

“Iris baby, do you want soup?”

“No. Just the grilled cheese,” Iris says, still looking out the window.

Y/n looks up and sees her daughter watching the rain. Y/n remembers a time where she use to enjoy the rain.

“Iris, why don’t you get changed into some better clothes and go grab your raincoat and boots?”

“Okay, mama,” Iris gets off the little seat next to the window and heads upstairs to her bedroom to change like her mother had asked her to.

Y/n places the freshly made grilled cheese on a plate and pushed it on the counter to where she knows Iris will sit. And right on time, Iris comes down raincoat and boots in hand and she climbs on the stool to eat.

“When you get eating I’ll help you put everything on, and we can head outside.”

“Okay!” She sounded excited. “Mama, will you joy me on playing in the rain?”

“I wish I could baby, but I have to keep Beau with me and so I also make sure he doesn’t get sick, but I think daddy is coming home soon, maybe he’ll join?”

Iris just smiles at the mention of Price coming home.

As Iris was eating, her mom eating as well and trying to make sure Beau was still asleep, Iris would tell her mom about random things that happened at school.

Like a kid starting a food fight and milk landed on her.

Or the time where the teacher yelled at everyone for no reason.

And the time where Price ended up picking Iris up a bit early to have lunch together.

Y/n knew the first two were just fake, she wanted to make her school life seem a bit interesting but the last one, may be true. Y/n has even gotten phone calls about Iris's school for not showing up to school when Price would have to drop her off at school. And comes to find out Price thought maybe him and Iris should do father-daughter days.

Even before Beau was born. Nowadays, Iris is attached to Price and Beau is attached to Y/n.

Y/n bent down helping Iris put her jacket on and making sure Iris put the right boots on the correct foot. Once Y/n opened the front door Iris darted out and started to splash in puddles as Y/n was under the awning watching her daughter play.

She splashes and kicks the water up, she then sees mud at the edge of the driveway and puts her hands in it, squeezing the mud between her small fingers and laughing before finding a big puddle to clean her hands off the best she could.

Soon a black chevy impala pulls into the driveway, Iris immediately knew who it was and ran to the driver side door when the impala stops.

The door opens and Iris is greeted with a deep thick accent. She's then picked up by her father, he kisses her cheek and set her back on the concrete.

"What are you doing at out? It's raining," Price says, bending down to Iris's level, he was letting himself get wet just to listen to his daughter.

"It looked like fun to play in the rain, and mama said we could come outside," Iris tells her daddy.

Price looks at his wife standing under the little roof above the porch as she smiles and gently pats Beau's back.

"I see, why don't I join my baby girl?" Price says as he removes his gear but was left in his tight dark green shirt, his famous bucket hat, his camo pants and boots.

He watches as Iris jumps in puddles and splashes Price, he does the same but make sure it's not a lot to completely cover her cold water. Price then picks up Iris and he tilts his head back catching water in his mouth and Iris follows his lead.

Y/n smiles at her husband and daughter. "Alright I hate to ruin the fun, but why don't you both come in and warm up before you both could catch a cold," she says as Price smiles and walks under the roof and kissed Y/n's lips as they all walked into the house together.

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Y/n rubbed a towel on Price's head as he lets out a loud dad sneeze. Scaring Y/n but also making her laugh.

"You sneeze so loud."

"I can't help it," he sounded stuffed up.

"You're sick aren't you?"

"Must've been the rain," he sneezes.

"Well, you didn't have anything protecting you from the rain like Iris and she's not even sick."

"True, true," he sniffles and Y/n sits next to him on the bed.

"You're a good father."

"And you're the best mother." Price leans in and kisses Y/n's lips.

"And you probably just got me sick as well," Y/n says with a smile.

"That's fine, then I get to take care of you, like you do with me," Price smirks.

"Do you two always kiss each other?" Iris's small voice was heard from their shared bedroom doorway.

"Get to bed, young lady," Price says. Iris takes off down the hall giggling making Y/n and Price laugh. "Yes, I do kiss you whenever I want to."

"You are such a flirt," she pushes his face away.

"Only for you," his arm wraps around her waist pulling her close to his chest. Iris came back and looked at her parents, Y/n on her husband's lap as they were talking, Y/n spoke about early today and Price looked at her like he could listen to her for HOURS.

Iris knows her parents love each other very much, Price felt like someone was watching him and his wife, he looks passed Y/n for a few seconds and saw Iris. He motions for her to 'come here' which she follows and crawls on the bed with her parents.

Price pulls her into his side as Y/n moves some of Iris's hair from her face as Y/n was still talking.

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It was around eleven at night and Price was still up watching some of the Bluey cartoon, Y/n was asleep her head resting on Price's chest, her arm draped over his stomach as Iris was asleep cuddled up to his arm. He hasn't moved for 3 hours.

Which is also the reason he can't sleep, he doesn't want to wake his girls up and has to deal with two grumpy girls on his hands, he knows that lesson, and is probably the only trait Iris has picked up from her mother. Don't bother sleeping women, they want their rest.

Price yawns closing his eyes but his eyes shot open feeling Y/n move around thinking it might have been his doing, he bites his bottom lip and watches her just roll over on her side facing away from Price.

Price let's out a soft sigh before turning to look at Iris his eyes met with Iris's blue eyes.

"Iris."

"Daddy...why aren't you asleep?"

"I just can't."

"Do you want some milk?"

"Milk?"

"Yeah, mama gives me milk if I can't sleep."

"I guess," Price yawns, Iris gets off the bed and Price gently moves his arm from his wife's grasp and followed Iris to the kitchen. He pulls the fridges door open as Iris climbed on the counter to get a glass which Price ended up getting her off the counter and putting her on the floor and poured his own glass of milk and then giving the gallon to Iris and helped her pour her own glass.

They both stayed in the kitchen for some times now before heading back upstairs. Price checked on Beau and he seemed happy as ever, and follows Iris to her bedroom tucking her into bed and kissing her temple.

"Daddy."

"Yes?"

"Can you tell me a story?"

"Okay...like what, baby?"

"Like...how you and mama met?"

"Didn't I already tell you that story?"

"Maybe...but I wanna hear it again," she smiles up at him.

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you it."

Y/n woke up to an empty bed, no husband and no daughter. She yawns and rubs her eyes before removing the covers off her body and heading down the hall where she could hear John's deep thick accent voice.

She stops and leans against the wall just outside of Iris's bedroom listening in. Then she realized he's telling Iris the first time her and Price met. Her heart clenches when Iris was asking questions about if he thought it was love at first sight?

"Yeah...I think so," Price says with a smile. "If it wasn't love you and Beau wouldn't be here with us, enjoying life together."

"Would Beau and I be with different parents?" Price didn't know how to answer that.

"Umm~ y-yeah," he stutters. "Anyways...good night baby," he kisses her forehead.

"Good night, daddy." Price turns off her lamp and gently shuts the door and saw Y/n. "Jesus! I'm going to put a bell on you," he says holding his chest like he was going to have a heart attack.

"That can be arranged," she grabs his shirt leading him back to he bedroom.

"Oh fuck."

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #price x y/n #price x you #price x reader #cod price #captain john price #john price #captain price #price #price fluff

[taylorswiftbutsimp]

✮＊𝓣𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

sʏɴᴘᴏsɪs: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ sɪᴄᴋ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs: sᴀᴇ ɪᴛᴏsʜɪ, ʀɪɴ ɪᴛᴏsʜɪ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴋᴀɪsᴇʀ

*•.¸♡ 𝕊𝕒𝕖 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ♡¸.•*

"I warned you, didn't I?" your lover remarked as he laid you down in your bedroom. "Gosh, I took care of you when you were sick three days ago, and now I get a scolding in return," you grumbled, pulling the duvet over your freezing body.

It's true that you looked after him after he got soaked in the rain a few weeks ago and then developed a cold a few days later. If one thing you learned from taking care of Sae was that he was a bitch, constantly acting tough and saying, "I'm fine now, can I go?" he said, then sneezing, now that you're returning the favor, he's the one taking care of you.

"Sae, I'm really fine," you assured him, pushing him to leave and go to his practice. "I can just lay down and wait for you." You tried to convince him but you were caught off guard by a loud sneeze. You gave Sae a modest smile as you stared at him. "I'm scheduling an appointment for you with the doctor because you look like shit." he bickered as he grab his phone from the nightstand calling his manager

↤↤ ℝ𝕚𝕟 𝕀𝕥𝕠𝕤𝕙𝕚 ↦↦

You eyed your boyfriend in the kitchen as he cooked you a soup recipe that his mom used to make when he was sick. As you lay down on the couch with a warm blanket covering your body and a box of tissues on the side, if you knew he was feeling sick a few days earlier, then you wished you hadn't taken a bite of his food. "I turn away for a moment from my food, then suddenly my meal is down in your stomach."

Rin said his voice was echoing in the living room, as you could hear him turning off the stove and opening some cabinets as he walked closer with the bowl of soup. "I didn't know you were feeling icky that day; you look fine to me!" "You tried arguing, but your voice was dry and raspy, so you only gave him a frown. "I take care of you. A small thank you and a kiss would be nice," Rin replied as he sat down on the floor with the bowl of soup in his hand. "Argue with me when you're well," he said, holding a spoon in his other hand and blowing it before feeding you the hot soup

'’Thank you, Rinnie, I love you''

◦•●◉✿ 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝕜𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕣 ✿◉●•◦

''Meine Liebe, I knew you were hot, but I never thought you would be this hot! '' Your German boyfriend teased you after seeing your temperature. ''realy? "I get sick, and the first thing you do is tease me. I took care of you-" Kaiser then caught you off guard, giving you a small peck at the lips. "That should shut you up," he said, giving himself a low hum.

before exciting the bedroom and getting you things that you may need to feel better as he gets his keys and gets you some medicine to the nearest pharmacy. as you lay on the bed, letting out a small sigh and staring at the ceiling. recalling your memory a few days ago when you took care of Kaiser; he was annoying. You swear, you almost threw him out. He was whining like a child and very dramatic, saying things like, "If I die, please, etc.," or "Liebe, it hurts here; please kiss me here and hold me."

#kaiser one was so short mb #blue lock x reader #rin itoshi x reader #sae itoshi x reader #bluelock fluff #bllk x reader #bllk scenarios #reqs open

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #1 A mother’s love stretches throughout the realms

Imagine dis…

 What if Danny Fenton is a reincarnated version of Martha Wayne (I’d like to think that she is a badass woman, not your typical rich girl) When the portal accident happened he began remembering the life before Daniel “Danny” Fenton happened. At first, he thought that these memories are nothing more than ‘dreams’, as dreams kept us all day and are often forgotten the moment we wake up but every time he woke up from each ‘dream’ he kept remembering the love and fondness to a man who has the same built to his dad. The care, protectiveness, and love that he gave to Dani to a young male that looked like him, the feeling would cling to him throughout the day. The feeling of protectiveness would amplify his own. He wants nothing more than to find that blurred young boy and make sure that they are right. His core kept aching for that two individuals.

Far worse each year on a specific day. The horror and fear crawled up his spine as well the relief and safety towards the mystery boy.

The moment Danny turned 18 he was crowned as the High king in the Infinite Realm. The moment the crown and ring are within him he is bombarded with information about the information and secrets of the Infinite Realm, he also remembered his son.

He tried to find his husband, Thomas Wayne but was saddened that he couldn’t find his love. But also felt relief seeing that he found peace in his afterlife for him to move on.

After making sure that the balance is restored throughout the realm he wishes to see his son one more time. Using the information he got when he was crowned he navigated through the Infinity realms and entered the DC universe.

He turned invisible to see his son in Gotham, but what greeted him made him fear the worse.

There lay a very injured Batman, how did she know it has his son? Never heard of the phrasing “There is an endearing tenderness in the love of a mother to a son that transcends all other affections of the heart”

She knew that is her boy, and quickly turned to help his son. Learning under the teaching of the yetis, especially through Frostbite’s guidance he is able to make himself stable enough.

Pressing the panic button under his utility belt he can’t help but linger his eyes towards his boy.

His boy who has done much and given much, he who has so much to love to give, who gave all of his heart, body, soul, and mind to those he calls sons and those who he considers his kin, his boy who turned into a fine young man.

All of a sudden, he wasn’t in a grimy alley anymore but at the Wayne manor taking care of a 7-year-old Bruce who fell ill after playing under the rain.

Thomas his love, besides their son, whispers how he is handling that cold like a champ while Alfred is carrying an empty bowl of chicken soup out of the room.

He can’t help but go back to his old habits, rubbing his boy’s chubby cheeks, promising sweet words to his boy that It will be all right. While singing his lullaby for him.

The moment Nightwing appeared, a lingering cold air remained at the spot beside the man he call father.

It's been a few days since Bruce was recovered and healed up in the manor, having Dick fill in the gaps of Batman for a few days.

At the cave, Bruce is trying to recover the audio as well as the recordings through his cowl as he refused to be compromised. His children assured him that when the rest of them have gotten there he was all bandaged up and no one near could have been his savior. He refused to take the such chance.

The video is nothing more than a lost cause but the audio is clear enough for Batman to listen through it.

The situation, the faint feeling of fingers rubbing his cheeks, and the whispering words of reassurance made him remember but it was the lullaby that sealed the deal and made him freeze up

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

No…

There is only one person who knows that song… that night he knew he looked like a man on a mission.

Who is that person who clearly knows his mother’s lullaby to him?

Somewhere near Crime alley, Danny is thinking of meeting the rest of his grandchildren's booth that was adopted officially and unofficially by his son's booth in and out of their suits.

As well as thinking of ways to heal and avenge his second grandchild looks like Jason got his hatred on clowns.

Hey! He may be Martha Wayne at one point but he is also currently Danny Phantom who is the king of Infinite realms, Champion of Balance but most importantly hates clown with passion as well willing to beat that clown up for killing his grandson.

 PS: If someone out there wanting to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so.

#dc x dp prompt #dc #dp #bruce wayne #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #infinite realms

[lightlyblooming]

Caving In

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Summary: Natasha visits Reader's apartment and she gives in.

Words: 956

You wished that you had never opened the door.

Natasha stood on the other side of the threshold, highlighted by the yellow glow of the sparse lights that dotted the hallway. Her red hair rested on her shoulders, not a single strand out of place. Her green eyes were clear and bright.

“So?” Natasha prompted, holding up the plastic bag in her hand. The smell of delicious fried food filled the air. “Are you going to let me in?”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to slam the door in her face. She was a page in your life that you wanted to rip out and throw away. Her hair, her eyes, her body, those lips. They were part of a life that you no longer lived, that you never wanted to revisit. 

And yet, you found yourself stepping aside.

She entered your apartment and went straight into the kitchen, her deep and rich perfume washing over you as she passed. You sucked on your teeth, reigned in a sigh, then closed the door. 

She knew exactly what she was doing. That scent, the warm presence of it, permeated the wall that you had spent the last few months trying to build. It elicited memories of humid evenings huddled in a rundown barn on the side of a rural road, long nights tangled in the silk sheets of a 5-star hotel, hours crouched on the top of a roof in the pouring rain, long evenings of sitting in the dark stitching up deep painful wounds.

You followed Natasha into the dimly-lit kitchen. She pulled two plates out of one of the cupboards then opened a drawer and rummaged through the cutlery you’d thrown into it. She gathered a knife and two forks.

You hadn’t bothered organizing your kitchen. It was the only part of the apartment you hadn’t renovated yet, though it definitely needed it. You doubted it had been touched since the 1960’s. It had pale blue paint that occasionally flaked into your food or drinks and the most horrendous red tile countertops that were so cracked you could hardly tell where one tile ended and another began. 

Natasha was wholly unbothered by it. You didn’t think she would be, considering the state of the places you and her had stayed in, but it still came as a slight shock. She suited a Central Park penthouse better than this.

“I heard you were in Paris,” Natasha said as she transferred the food from the containers onto plates. 

You crossed your arms and shrugged. “And?”

“You hate Paris.”

“It’s better than Manhattan.”

Natasha hummed and grabbed the plates. She made her way into the living room and sat on the couch, setting the plates onto the coffee table. “Why did you come back so soon?”

You didn’t bother answering; Natasha already knew the answer. The Avengers only let you drift so far and for so long. They wanted you close in case the sky split open again. At least, that’s what they said. You were certain that Natasha had meddled in that agreement more than she admitted. She was, after all, the one that had convinced Tony Stark that you weren’t a threat to America despite very much being one. She had even managed to have him to give you an apartment and a very healthy allowance on top of it.

“Why are you here?” you asked as Natasha started to eat the fries from her plate.

She had her eyes pinned to you as she ate. You steeled yourself and stared right back.

You knew you would give in. You always did. You always let her in, you always gave way to her desires. If she invited you to a hotel or out to drinks at a dive bar, it would only be a matter of time before you caved and agreed, no matter how hard you fought against it.

You didn’t even know why you tried to resist anymore. At first it was a way to separate your past life from this one, then it was punishment for all you had done. You had caused so much pain, so much suffering. You had dedicated your life to repenting for all you had done. You did whatever the Avengers asked of you, volunteered at soup kitchens, donated what extra money you had.

Now, you had settled into a life sequestered away in your apartment, renovating the same rooms over and over again. When you weren’t stuck painting or decorating or polishing your floors, you were in high-end boutiques and designer stores, spending that very generous allowance on fine clothes and handbags.

Yet not even a fifty-thousand-dollar Hermès bag could ease your pain. Not in the way Natasha did. 

Natasha finished her mouthful and patted the couch beside her. “Eat before your food gets cold.”

You opened your mouth, ready to find an excuse, and then she smiled. Her warm, radiant smile. The smile that washed away your worries again and again. The smile that reminded you that the world wasn’t all sharp edges and cold blades. The smile that filled your empty chest with passion.

You let out a breath and allowed your arms to fall to your side. You took in a deep breath, steadied yourself, then settled onto the couch.

“I thought you were supposed to be in Denver,” you said and picked up your plate. 

“I leave in the morning,” Natasha said. “I wanted to see you before I left.”

You couldn’t help the smile that sprouted on your lips. You hid it by taking a bite of food, but that did nothing to hide the blush that crept along your cheeks when Natasha placed her hand on your thigh.

#natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff #avengers #avengers fanfiction #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #avengers fic #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff fanfic

[darkstar225]

@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

Number 18: “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt players #uswnt imagines #uswnt woso #uswnt reader #woso x reader #reader insert #x reader #woso imagine #woso soccer #womens soccer #woso #masterlist

[a-sweet-desperate-softie]

A “just made it” story 🥳

I could feel the weight of my bladder bouncing against my pelvic floor with every fucking step, but I was not going to piss myself in the middle of the winter fucking festival.

Being on my feet doing nothing but eating tasty soups and drinking delicious fancy alcoholic drinks for the last five hours and not once considering where I would eventually pee was not my best laid plan. But I had a plan at this point—I just had to make it to the Walgreens to the corner and I knew I had an empty Gatorade bottle in the car.

As I rounded the corner, my heart dropped. Fuck.

What had been a nice and relatively empty parking lot when we got there was now ABSOLUTELY OVERFLOWING WITH PEOPLE. I had told the others I was with that I was hustle back to get the car because it had started raining and we were ready to go. In the 10 minutes it took me to make it back to the car, everyone else had taken shelter indoors and, as luck would have it, now that the rain had practically stopped, everyone was pouring back outside.

In a fit of panic, I took off my jacket as I got closer to the car. Naturally we had parked in the end spot so anyone would be able to see me if they tried, so I needed something to cover me.

I got to the car, sat down, laid my jacket over my lap, and scooted my butt all the way to edge of the seat. I wish I could see what I looked like but it didn’t matter. I NEEDED TO PEE.

As I reached for the Gatorade bottle (which, thankfully WAS there), my heart dropped again. What the fuck is this 12oz bullshit!! Fuck, I haven’t pissed in 5 hours, there’s no way I’m not gonna overflow that bottle. And, the opening is smaller too?!

Quickly I pulled my pants down to just above my knees and tried to position the bottle so it was as vertical as possible. That was the last thing I needed, to have to explain to my friends that, yeah, my car smells like pee but it’s only because when I was trying to pee into this really small Gatorade bottle—instead of using the toilet like any of you would have—I forgot to hold it upright enough and all of my hot pee poured back out and all over my seat and found its way into all of my nooks and crannies.

Hoping that the entirely-too-small bottle was in position, I would going entirely on feel. Sweating and panting, I looked all around. Seeing that no one was close to the car, my I took a deep breath, felt my bladder quiver, and let go.

Part II to follow!

#omorashi #omo writing #just made it

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Rise : Chapter Seven

A Rafe Cameron Series

[THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THEMES OF NON-CON/DUB-CON, MENTAL-EMOTIONAL-PHYSICAL ABUSE, ETC. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. 18+. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT]

WC: 5.5k

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CHAPTER SIX | MASTERLIST | CHAPTER EIGHT

            The last 24 hours was a blur. You vaguely recalled returning to the group, Rafe & Micah carrying Millie’s body, everyone’s reactions. This time fortunately, there was no fighting. Just deep sadness. Overwhelming grief.

            Your best friend was dead. You felt incredible guilt. Pat had aimed in yours & Millie’s direction, but it hit Millie. Why Millie? Why not you? Millie didn’t deserve an ending like that, if at all. She was the heart of the group.

            There was a funeral—if you could call it that. Micah spent a few hours in the rain, angrily digging up a grave, not allowing anyone to help him. His eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep & too much crying. It was shortly before sunset when he stomped into the house, not saying a word to anyone, just finding Millie’s covered body & carrying it outside. Everyone followed after him into the drizzle.

            Micah gave her to Bear so he could hop into the grave, accepting her body & lowering it down. Nuha had picked a handful of random wildflowers, she was on her knees handing them to Micah. It was the first time Micah looked even remotely thankful.

            You all stood around the open grave, no words being said. That was all. Everyone just stood & cried in silence or stared emotionlessly at her body covered in a thin sheet. You weren’t sure how long you all stood out there, but you felt you could’ve done it for days. Hoping that any second you’d wake up & Millie would be there with her cheerful smile. But nothing of the sort happened.

            It was Micah who finally broke the silence as water seeped through your thin clothes.

            “She didn’t deserve this.” He was crouched at the foot of her grave, his clasped hands held below his chin.

            No one said anything but it was known that everyone agreed. Millie didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it. But this was a new world, a violent, unpredictable one.

            “It shouldn’t have been her.”

            It took a second for the implications of his words to reach you. You bit your lip as small tears escaped you. In your peripheral, you noted how Sayyed gave Micah a questioning glare, but said nothing in response.

            You left first. Micah was angry, it made sense that in the event of a death he would look for someone, anyone else to blame. You just wish you had the backbone to tell him you already blamed yourself.

            Inside the house, you began to heat up some cans of soup. Millie was the cook. It’s where you felt closest to her. You sat at the camping stove, staring ahead at the open sliding door, the lake just outside shimmering with the final light of the day.

            Fluttering your eyes closed, you pictured Millie. You imagined the sound of her light laughter as she clunked around in the kitchen, eager to feed her hungry friends. She was one of the best people to see after out scavenging for a day, always hugging you, enveloping you in her warmth. You’d give anything for things to go back normal, to wake up in your shared apartment & see her first thing in the morning.

            “_____.” You snapped your eyes open. Sayyed.

            He came around the island, unsure if he should touch you or not. So, you closed the distance. You buried your face into his chest & he held you. His shirt grew wet with your tears.

            “I’m sorry.” Sayyed whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

            “Sayyed…” You started but didn’t know what to say.

            “I have all this blood on my hands, my friends’ blood.”

            “What?” You asked incredulously, separating from him to stare at him.

            Sayyed’s lower lip trembled but he held it together as best as he could.

            “This isn’t your fault.” You assured him, grabbing one of his hands.

            But he lowered his head, shaking his head in disagreement.

            “Sayyed.” You said firmly, gripping his face & making him look at you, “It is not your fault the world went to shit. None of us were prepared for this. You are not responsible.”

            “If I had just listened to Rafe…” You sighed, now knowing what this was about. You licked your lips, desperate to find the words to console him. But footfalls entered the room & you split apart from him.

            It was the others, except for Micah. They were all quiet, uncaring of you or Sayyed as they sat solemnly or stood.

            “We’ll talk about this later.” You told Sayyed lowly, “Go lie down. I’ll wake you when the food is ready.”

            Sayyed disappeared down the hall & you turned your attention back to the pot of soup, desperate to distract yourself from the thought of Micah covering Millie in dirt.

            Nuha joined you, offering to take over.

            “You wanna lie down, too?” She looked paler than usual. Her usual glowing skin appeared dull. You looked around the room, taking in the appearance of all your friends. They were all tired, so fucking tired.

            “No, I’m uh. I’m okay.” You forced a weak smile. Nuha returned it but left you alone.

            You managed to finish dinner, knowing it was nowhere near as good as it would’ve been if Millie had made it, but you couldn’t think about that. Not now. Not yet.

            Everyone dished up, save for yourself & Rafe & Micah. Micah was still outside. You’d bring him a bowl. You approached Rafe, two bowls in your hands, “Will you take this back to Sayyed? I’m gonna bring Micah one.”

            “Sure.” He mumbled, taking a bowl from you.

            Your friends sat around the kitchen & living room, most of them just staring at the soup. You couldn’t blame them. You were barely hungry yourself.

            Stepping outside, the rain had stopped. It was a relief in the midst of summer, to have that airy chill. You hoped the rain would return, wash away everyone’s sorrow.

            Micah was muddied when you found him beside Millie’s grave. A few rocks & a few flowers marked her mound. He was sitting, his knees pulled in as he stared hard at the dirt.

            “Micah.” Your voice sounded hoarse. He said nothing, didn’t even look at you.

            “It’s not much, but…” You offered him the bowl, but he didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge you. Inhaling sharply, you joined him on the forest floor, sitting on your knees. You placed the bowl between the two of you.

            “Micah—”

            “Don’t.” He spit, scoffing.

            So, you didn’t. You just sat beside him, trying not to think about how your best friend was buried a few feet beneath your feet. The two of you sat in silence for a while. Micah’s energy was rolling off him in suffocating waves. He didn’t want you there, you knew that, but you felt you needed to be. For him, for Millie.

            “She’s dead.” Micah finally uttered, his voice hard. “Because of you.”

            There it was. You knew it was coming, but you hadn’t prepared yourself for how hurtful it would be. A shuddered breath left you.

            “I know.”

            “No, you don’t.” Micah finally looked at you, his eyes boiling over with hatred. You had seen the look before in the past, but it had never been directed towards you.

            “If you hadn’t dropped the gun.”

            What? The gun? The events of the previous night flooded your mind. When did you drop your gun? Was it the gun?

            “She would still be alive if you had been fucking smarter.”

            “Micah.” You choked. It was one thing to feel survivors guilt having been so close to taking the bullet yourself, but to suggest that you were directly to blame…

            “No.” Micah stood in a rush, glaring down at you, “You dropped the gun, then he shot her with it. With your fucking gun!”

            He was shouting now. You stood yourself, carelessly knocking over the bowl of soup.

            “The least you could’ve done was take the bullet.” Micah hissed, stepping closer to you. You backed up, tripping over your feet. He looked murderous.

            “Micah, stop.” You cried, holding out your hands. Micah slapped them away, “Now, she’s gone & you’re making fucking dinner.”

            Just as Micah was within a few inches of you, a voice yelled out.

            “Hey!” Neither of you looked over, but you heard someone running towards you.

            “Back up, Micah.” Rafe got between the two of you, shoving Micah backwards. But his eyes never left yours as Rafe widened the gap between you.

            “It should be you in that grave.”

            A pitiful sob escaped you. Your heart raced, tears flooded your vision.

            “Dude, shut the fuck up or I swear to god.”

            Micah finally turned his rageful eyes to Rafe, “Or you’ll what?” He challenged.

            “It was a fucking accident.”

            “Is that right?” Micah stepped into Rafe’s space, “And if it was _____ buried right now?”

            Rafe said nothing but you weren’t listening anymore. You needed to leave. The cool air suddenly felt stifling.

            Ignoring the two men, you burst past them, running blindly into the woods.

            “_____!” Rafe hollered but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

            You pumped your legs as you weaved around trees & foliage, desperate to get far enough just to breathe. Twigs & branches whipped against your exposed legs & arms. They pinched, burned, stung, but you didn’t care. You didn’t stop running. You ran until you couldn’t anymore, finally collapsing when your foot caught on a half-buried rock & you tumbled forward.

            Cries racked your body, Micah’s words echoing endlessly in your head. He was right. If you hadn’t dropped the gun, if you had taken the bullet. Millie would still be alive.

            Foliage crunched nearby & you looked up to see Rafe breathing heavily, having caught up to you.

            “It’s my fault.” You sobbed, backing away from him on your hands & knees.

            “Shh, no it isn’t.” He approached you slowly, “Micah’s upset.”

            “He said it should’ve been me.” You shook, “He’s right.”

            Rafe lowered himself near you when your back met a fallen trunk. He reached out to touch you, but you shoved him away, “It should’ve been me!”

            “_____...” He ignored your attempts to push him off, wrapping you in his arms. You didn’t have the energy to fight anymore. You broke down in his arms, sobbing uncontrollably, your fingers digging into the skin of back as your clung to him.

            Rafe held you like that for a time unknown. By the time your crying stopped, you could’ve easily fallen asleep there, but you feared what you would dream about. You needed something else, something else entirely to keep your mind at ease, if for the time being.

            “Do you have any?” Your voice was muffled by his chest, so he leaned back & you repeated the question. Your eyes wide with desperation.

            He appeared conflicted but nodded. Reaching into his jeans pocket, he pulled out the familiar baggie.

            “Are you sure?” You ignored his question, snatching the baggie, practically ripping it open. You emptied out a bump & snorted it immediately, quick to do it a second time, & third. There wasn’t much to begin with, but you snorted most of it.

            Once your breathing calmed down & you began to feel light, you rested your head on the trunk. Rafe’s fingers pried the baggie from your hand. You imagined he did the rest of what was left.

            This is what you needed. You needed some sense of normalcy. Doing coke with Rafe was the perfect escape.

            “Thank you.” You said quietly, grabbing one of his hands with your own, “I needed this.”

            The two of you sat in silence for some time, just enjoying the quiet of the world. Rafe had snaked an arm around your waist, bringing you close so your head was resting on his shoulder. You welcomed the warmth of his body heat. That mixed with the earthly smells from a recent rain made you forget everything. All you were was a college student who was letting loose with her friend after a stressful night. It was everything you needed.

            Then you felt heat on your cheek, followed by soft lips. A gentle exhale left you. It felt amazing.

            Rafe kissed your face again before trailing down to your neck. You moaned, your skin erupting with goosebumps. One of your hands that had been resting lazily on his thigh gripped the fabric there. Then he swiftly maneuvered your body to be in his lap, facing him. You felt how hard he was just beneath your shorts. He leaned in to kiss you on the mouth, but you put your hands on his chest, stopping him.

            “No, Rafe.” But he pushed forward, your hands falling away.

            Rafe tangled a hand in your hair, bringing your face down until his lips met yours. It breathed life & fire into you all at once. You gasped into the kiss, your fingers now getting twisted in the fabric of his thin white t. His hands found your hips, slowly moving your hips against him. An electric shock shot up your spine before settling in the depths of your center. Rafe groaned into your mouth. The sound made your thighs quiver.

            “It’s okay.” He said when he felt your muscles tense up. You stared at him through hooded lids. It’s okay. You’re just a college student.

            Closing the distance yet again, you kissed him hard, your teeth biting at each other’s lower lip. Rafe reached for the hem of your shirt, promptly lifting it up & off you. The chill air nipped at your skin but the feeling was quickly extinguished when Rafe rolled the two of you so he was on top. Then you were warm. Perfectly warm.

            He kissed down your chest, licking the valley between your breasts before he reached the lining of your shorts. Rafe sat up, the both of you fumbling to get your clothes removed. Soon enough, you were both completely naked, uncaring of anything happening in the world. All you wanted was what was happening now, right there.

            Rafe latched his mouth onto your neck as he situated himself between your thighs. You could feel how wet you had become, feeling hungry for him & him only. A stifled yelp escaped you when he sheathed himself inside you with one thrust. Both of you moaned in unison. From there, it was heated, passionate, filled with desperation. Rafe pounded into you, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the trees. He stared down at you, & all you could do was rake your nails down his chest, leaving light red scratch marks in your wake.

            Then he grabbed both of your wrists, bringing them above your head & holding them there with one hand as he fucked you. His eyes never left your face, & yours his. It was the first time in a long time you felt connected, grounded.

            Feelings of euphoria enveloped you as Rafe stretched you around him. Your walls clung to him, feeling every single inch & girth of him as he filled you sweetly. Rafe growled & it was music to your ears. He let you go, bringing both of your legs to his chest. The depth of that position forced a mewl from your lips. Rafe bit his lip as he watched you writhe against him, one of his hands grazed your body from your hip to your breast, briefly cupping the flesh there, before moving up to your neck.

            He held you there, fucking himself deeper. Even on another moonless night, he looked unbelievable. He dropped one of your legs then, bringing your other leg to your chest. The new angle sparked your orgasm. And before you could catch your breath, you wailed. Rafe silenced you with his mouth on yours. Rafe grunted as he snapped his hips once more. You wrapped your arms around him, clinging to him as your orgasm ripped through you.

            Rafe collapsed on top of you, his face buried within your neck & hair. You both were breathing heavily, filling your lungs with cooling air. Your head spun but you spun with it. Rafe pulled out slowly, the both of you groaning in protest at the sudden change in position. He rolled onto his back & you watched in the corner of your eye as his chest heaved.

            A smile graced your features, followed by a light laugh. Rafe angled his head to peer up at you, a smile of his own. Then he started laughing. And you two laughed. It felt good, laughing. Having just had one of the best fucks of your life. But you had to credit the coke for being a major part of it.

            The two of you remained there for some time, sharing a cigarette as you stared up at the sky through the treetops. The effects of the coke were still running rampant. And for that you were thankful. The sooner you became sober the sooner you’d have to acknowledge what you had just done. But that was for later.

            “I’ve never killed anyone.” Rafe voiced smoothly.

            You rolled onto your side to stare at him. He seemed unbothered.

            “I’m sorry you had to.” You consoled.

            Rafe smirked, shaking his head, “I’d do it again. I probably will do it again.”

            The thought made you frown. Was this really the world now? Kill or be killed? Millie & Luka appeared in your mind. You shook them away.

            “I’ll do it for you.” He looked at you, his face serious.

            You mustered a smile, “I hope you don’t have to.”

            “But I would.” Rafe dropped a hand to yours, “For you.”

            You said nothing, not even a thank you. How could you? How do you thank someone for being a willing killer for your survival? Perhaps it was easy for others, but you simply couldn’t. You didn’t want it, for anyone.     

            But as the two of you lied there in silence, on the edge of falling asleep, you knew that the world was deciphering who would make it & who wouldn’t. And you weren’t quite sure where you fell on that spectrum.

            Guilt returned with a vengeance when you stumbled back to the house the next morning. You had woken up in Rafe’s arms as he slept soundlessly. Everything from the previous night came flooding back to you. Millie’s funeral, Micah’s blame, the numerous bumps of coke, &… you couldn’t even think about it. You had sex with Rafe. You felt nauseous.

            You left Rafe sleeping in the woods, too scared to wake him, to look at him after you fucked him. The end of the world didn’t make it okay for you to cheat. You weren’t a cheater. But now…

            Nuha & Bear were in the kitchen when you got back. They both gave you looks of concern at your skin & clothes covered in dried mud.

            “What the hell happened to you?” Bear asked.

            “Where’s Sayyed?”

            Nuha pointed over her shoulder down the hallway, “Still sleeping.”

            A relieved sigh left you. He hadn’t come looking for you. Maybe you should’ve stayed with Rafe, at least long enough to tell him that last never happened. But you’d have to do that later. Sneaking into yours & Sayyed’s room, you tip-toed around the room as he slept. You couldn’t fathom looking at him, even as he slept. You felt disgusted with yourself.

            Gathering a change of clothes, you escaped out of the house to head to the lake. There was a washing station behind the shed where the generator was, but you didn’t want anyone coming to look for you. You needed to get your head straight first.

            On your way down to the lake, you spotted Micah & Kai in the distance on the shore. Neither of them seemed to spot you so you went in the opposite direction. Jumping into the lake, you scrubbed your skin & in between your thighs, trying to forget who other than you had been there recently. After rinsing your hair, you finally climbed out & got dressed.

            You were a few yards away from the house when a figure came out of the tree line nearby. It was Rafe, his shirt tossed over his shoulder. He looked furious. Before he spotted you, you darted towards him.

            “What the fuck, _____?” He bit when you got closer. Ignoring his judgmental stare, you yanked on his arm bringing him back toward the shed out of sight from any lingering eyes or ears.

            “We need to talk.” You rushed out, double checking no one saw the two of you.

            “You mean about how you fuckin’ left me in the woods.” He soured.

            “I’m sorry, okay?” You finally faced him, “I panicked. When I woke up this morning & saw we were both naked, I just couldn’t face it. Not after everything already.”

            “Face it?” Rafe questioned, “That we had sex?”

            “Yes!” You gritted, “We were high, & let’s be honest, it was grief sex, right?”

            Rafe looked unimpressed, just staring unamused at you. You shifted your feet, crossing your arms over your chest.

            “That’s what it was for you, huh? My friend died, boo-hoo, let’s fuck Rafe?” His harsh words shook you. You gaped at him, “Your friend died, too. Two of them.” You reminded him.

            Rafe rolled his eyes, “When are you gonna fucking understand? The world is over. People are gonna die. We either get with the program or we fucking die with them.”

            “Oh, my god.” You shook your head, “You’ve already lost your touch with reality.”

            “No.” Rafe scoffed, “You have. You all have. I’m the only one that’s sane.”

            You wanted to argue, god you could’ve argued with him all day, but you couldn’t waste your energy debating his grip on reality.

            “Can we just forget it? Please.” You pleaded though your tone was angry. “We were high, it didn’t mean anything.”

            “You were high.” Rafe countered. You narrowed yours eyes. Rafe smirked, nodding, “Yeah, I wasn’t high, _____. Figured I’d do the good guy thing & stay sober to keep an eye on you.”

            You felt like you had been punched in your gut.

            “Good guy?” You repeated, growing angrier by the second, “A good guy doesn’t fuck his friend when she’s high & grieving, you asshole!”

            “Oh, please, you wanted it. You’ve been wanting it.” Rafe chided you like a misbehaving child. “I was just happy to supply.”

            Storming past him, you ripped your arm out of his grasp when he tried stopping you. You were marching towards the house when he caught up to you, “Don’t fucking touch me!”

            Rafe spun you around, his voice lowered, “You need me & you know it. If not my dick, my coke.”

            You shoved him away, your voice raised, “Fuck you, Rafe.”

            “You already did.” He matched your volume. You spun on your heel, ready to escape to the house when you stopped abruptly in your tracks. A majority of your friends stood on the deck, their eyes on the two of you. Sayyed included. And judging by the look on everyone’s faces, they heard everything.

            “Uh-oh.” Rafe stood next to you, “You’ve been caught.”

            Ignoring him, you began to fast walk towards the deck, but Sayyed was already coming down the stairs.

            “Sayyed, wait, let me explain.” But he only gave you a hurtful glare before storming past you, straight towards Rafe.

            “Here we go.” Rafe muttered right before Sayyed threw the first punch. Rafe’s head snapped to the side. But we was quick to return to violent act.

            “Stop!” You yelled, running towards them as they fell to the ground. Rafe was on top, straddling your boyfriend as he threw another punch.

            “Yeah, I fucked your girl, Sayyed. And she loved it.”

            Sayyed yelled, thrusting his head forward, head-butting Rafe. Rafe howled, & rolled to the side holding his nose. Sayyed tackled him, bringing another fist to his face.

            Bear beat you to them, ripping Sayyed off Rafe. Rafe laughed, spitting blood from his mouth as he watched Bear drag him away.

            “Oh, c’mon, we’re just getting started!” Rafe got to his feet, grinning like a mad man as Sayyed wrestled against Bear.

            Adrianna stood in front of Rafe, pushing him back, “Go cool off.” When Rafe wasn’t listening, she shoved him harder, pointing to the shoreline, “Now!”

            Rafe wiped at his face, shaking his head. Then he looked at you as you stood there, your heart racing with adrenaline, “This is your fault.”

            You gulped, but said nothing to defend yourself.

            Nuha joined Bear, trying to calm Sayyed down as he glared at Rafe’s retreating back. Finally though, Sayyed looked at you. The look of betrayal in his eyes was enough for you to nearly break down & cry. But you couldn’t. It was your fault.

            Rafe, as always, was right.

            Nuha gave you a dirty look when she finally came out of the bedroom you & Sayyed shared.

            “Is he okay?”

            “What do you think?” She seethed before departing down the hallway.

            You stood outside the door for a moment longer, emotionally preparing yourself for the damage you had done. Inhaling sharply, you cracked the door open. Sayyed was sitting on the bed facing the window, his back to you. You slowly crept forward, not wanting to disturb him more than you already had.

            Upon closer inspection, you were relieved that he only suffered a minor black eye & a split lip that was clean of any blood.

            “Sayyed.” His eyes fluttered closed, his brows furrowing.

            ���What do you want, _____?” His voice was flat.

            You wanted to turn back time, you so desperately wanted to turn the clock back & make it, so nothing ever happened. Rafe, Millie, Luka, the world. All of it. But you had finally learned these things were out of your control. That is except for your midnight rendezvous with Rafe.

            “Can we talk?” Sayyed said nothing, just sighed.

            “Or I can talk. If you’ll listen…”

            He stood up when you sat down beside him, crossing the gap to the windows, his back still to you.

            “I don’t even know where to begin.” You muttered, forcing tears back. “I fucked up.”

            Sayyed hung his head.

            “I know that. I know what I did is unforgiveable. I’m so sorry, Sayyed. Really, I…” You sighed, growing frustrated with yourself, “I betrayed you. And I wish I could take it back. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking. But I guess that’s the point. I wasn’t thinking.”

            He finally turned to face you, but his eyes remained on the floor, his arms crossed over his chest.

            “I don’t expect you to forgive me. Or fuck, to even still want to be with me. I get that. But I just needed you to know how sorry I am. If the world was back to normal, it never would’ve happened.”

            Sayyed chuckled darkly at that, finally raising his eyes to your own, “Bullshit.”

            His response shocked you. You gaped, struggling to find the words.

            “Bull fucking shit.” Sayyed pushed off from the windows to pace around the bed, “Rafe has been lusting after you since freshman year. I just thought you’d be smart enough to say ‘no’.”

            “What are you talking about?” You pried.

            “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sayyed stopped to glare at you, “Fuck the end of the world, it was only a matter of time before you finally fell into his trap.”

            “Trap? Sayyed, I don’t know what the hell—”

            “I’m talking about the coke, the drinking, the partying, the sneaking off to be alone together. Long before the world ended.”

            You frowned.

            “I told him to leave you the fuck alone. You two have flaunted your” He air quoted with his fingers, “’friendship’ in front of me for three years. Camping was the last straw. So I told him that when we all came back to school that I didn’t want him around you anymore.”

            A memory returned to you then. When you all had been ready to leave from camping, you had heard Rafe & Sayyed getting heated, but nothing of what they were saying.

            “I was sick of him trying to influence you, & I knew you wouldn’t listen to me if I told you that I didn’t want you around him anymore. We’d just argue about it. So, I threatened him. I told him that if he didn’t leave you alone then I’d make sure he’d get expelled.”

            You stared at him wide-eyed.

            “It’s no secret that Rafe Cameron is a drug user slash dealer. It would’ve been easy & he knew it.” Sayyed shook his head, “But then the world went to shit & he was stuck with us. Now, look what happened.”

            Silence filled the room as you pieced everything together: Rafe & Sayyed’s animosity towards one another, Rafe’s gratuitous attention, the constant never-ending tension.

            “Why didn’t you tell me?” You finally asked.

            Sayyed sighed, looking you dead in the eyes, “Do you really think you would’ve let him go? He’s got the ‘goods’.”

            You lowered your eyes in shame. It was true. You knew it to be so. You always considered Rafe a good friend, but mostly, he fed your habit. You’d be lying to yourself if you thought you wouldn’t have put up a fight in the old world about it.

            “This is all my fault.” You covered your mouth.

            “Yes.” Sayyed agreed, but continued, “And no. Millie is not your fault. Like you said, it’s the world’s. But fucking Rafe…”

            It didn’t need to be said. You winced.

            “So…” You picked at the threading of the bedding, “What now?”

            The group was split. Perfectly & horrifically so.

            On the deck stood Adrianna, Kai, Micah, & Rafe, all of whom were carrying bags & three out of five of the preventative cures. Inside the house was you, Bear, Nuha, & Sayyed. The group was splitting. For good.

            Sayyed declared that Rafe was no longer going to stay at the house, or with the group of you. As expected, a fight ensued among everyone. But you remained quiet. It was survival. They were your friends, yes, but life had gotten real ugly real fast. Trust had been broken among the group. It was up to every single person whether they wanted to stay or leave with Rafe.

            Micah was quick to side with Rafe, & you were honestly relieved. Kai too voiced going with Rafe. He admitted he felt his life was in danger if he remained with Sayyed. Sayyed was hurt but didn’t argue. This was supposed to be as clean a break as possible. Adrianna was the last one who chose to go with Rafe. She still wanted to travel north in belief of the community that was virus free.

            Nuha would never leave her brother, so her choice was expected. Bear, unlike Kai, didn’t trust Rafe; said he was too hot-headed. Rafe didn’t like that. Then there was you. Sayyed & you were not together, but you couldn’t be around Rafe. You had seen how dismissive he was of his friends’ lives & well-being. Your gut told you that you made the right decision to stay.

            Splitting the preventative cures was surprisingly simpler. With there only being five, you were anticipating a long, grueling argument over which group got one more than the other. But it was Sayyed who said Rafe & company could have the third one.

            “You’ll be traveling. More prone to exposure.” Everyone appeared happy—if that word even fit in this world anymore.

            Rafe & them would be taking his truck & leaving. Though you were sad to lose Adrianna & Kai, you could do without Micah & Rafe. Those two would only instigate each other in a world that would make them more violent.

            You hugged Kai. Adrianna was never the sentimental type, but you hugged each other quickly as well. Nuha & Bear said their goodbye’s, too. It was Sayyed who said nothing & remained behind.

            “Good luck.” Nuha whispered.

            It felt surprisingly normal, watching from the deck as they loaded into Rafe’s truck. Sayyed & Nuha returned inside, only you & Bear watched on. There was one thing you were learning & quick, that you indeed have to accept the reality of the new world.

            All of your friends were situated in Rafe’s truck now. Biting your lip, you watched stiffly as Rafe opened his door to hop in but paused to look your way once more. Even the distance between you two couldn’t hide the glint of promise in his eye.

            As you two stared at one another, his words echoed in your eyes.

            I will never leave you.

            And you knew, deep down, that it was true. He may be leaving, yes, but you knew. This was hardly a goodbye. The look in eyes told you as such.

            The truck disappeared from sight, Rafe & your friends along with it. But you didn’t feel at ease now that Rafe was gone. He’d come back. And you feared the man he would become until then.

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To The Flame chapter 6.5

Takes place between chapter six and seven

Series masterlist

Pairing: Dark!Javier Peña x afab!reader

Chapter word count: 650

Chapter tags/warnings: not much, fluff, Javier being a gorgeous SOB, mentions of sex, kissing, sexually suggestive content

A/N: Hey, sorry I'm backtracking, but I had to get this out of my head 😅 Perhaps our reader’s description sounds familiar? 👀 Hope y'all like it!

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“I’m sorry it’s not much.” 

You’re laying on the couch, both of you cooling off though you’re still tangled together, when Javi breaks the silence. You look up at him from where you have your head propped on your overlapped hands on his chest, confused about what he’s talking about. 

“What do you mean?” 

He meets your eyes and you can’t help but admire how handsome he looks right now. The orang-y afternoon sunlight peaks in through the window, illuminating his tan skin, still tacky with sweat. His hair is damp and ruffled after your love-making, making it appear darker than it is. His swollen lips pull up into a sly smirk when he notices you admiring him.

“The house, I wish I could have more for you,” he clarifies. Frankly, you’re taken aback from why he would think such a thing. 

“No, Javi, it’s perfect; I love it. Why would you say that?” 

He takes a deep breath, jostling you slightly with the movement. 

“I don’t know, I just know it’s pretty outdated. You deserve the best and I want to be able to provide that for you.” 

You beam at him, leaning up to kiss him gently. 

“Javi, you’ve already done so much. Besides, I really do like the house.” 

He smiles fondly at you, and then furrows his brows as if in thought. “What does your dream house look like?” 

Now you furrow your brows. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it.” You stop for a moment, trying to create an image in your head. “I suppose I’d like to have a farmhouse. A white one with a nice porch and lots of land.” 

Javi plays idly with your hair as he listens intently, prompting you to continue. 

“I think I’d like a few big trees outside, that way we could have shade when it’s really sunny out. And a tin roof; I love the sound of rain on a tin roof. It would be nice to fall asleep to.” 

Javi huffs a laugh out of his nose, watching you like you’re something precious. You blush but continue on. 

“I’d like to have nice hardwood floors, no carpet except for maybe in the bedrooms. Oh, and a big kitchen, that way I’d have lots of room for cooking. Counterspace is always a must-have.” 

He shakes his head at your technicalities. 

‘What?” you laugh. “I don’t like to clean as I go, so I take up every inch every time I cook.” 

“And what do you like to cook?” 

You hum to yourself, thinking through your options. You know how to make a lot of dishes, so you narrow it down to your favorites.

“I really like pastas. Eating it and making it. And soups.” Your mouth waters just thinking about it, and you don’t realize you’d unfocused your gaze from Javi until you hear him chuckle lightly. You smile and turn your attention back at him. 

“What’s your favorite dish?” You ask. Maybe I can make it for you.” 

You lay your head back down on your hands as you wait for his answer. 

“I’m actually a sucker for some good chicken enchiladas,” he says, slightly bashful at his basic answer. “My dad used to make some of the best.” 

You grin at him. 

“I can do that. Though probably not as good as your dad.” 

He laughs at that. 

“Yeah, probably not. I don’t think anyone could top his if I’m being honest. Though I have a feeling you’d be a close contender.” 

“Alright, you get me the ingredients and I’ll see what I can do. Sound good, Peña?”

He leans up to kiss you again. “Deal.” And then you’re being tugged beneath him, giggling as he switches your positions and lays sloppy kisses along your neck and face. You can feel his cock hard again against your thigh, and you smile, preparing yourself for another round.

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See? Javi pays attention ;)

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Chapter Eighteen - Miguel has killed your ex, and now you fear he'll kill you. Ch 19

As if on cue with the blissful silence, the skies open up and lightning streaks across the sky, thunder cracking, Miguel’s car shaking with the sound. Are you next? Is Miguel going to kill you? No, why would he send you to his car if he was going to kill you?

He slips into his car and turns it on. You’re sitting in the passenger seat, face buried in your hands, trembling. You both say nothing, and you flinch when the car takes off.

“Y/N…are you okay?” Miguel asks, his voice soft.

“Are you going to kill me?” You ask, equally as soft, unable to keep the fear out of your voice.

“No, never, I had to kill Todd. It’s what you wanted, what needed to happen.” He says, looking over at you, begging you to understand.

He’s covered in blood, soaked, hands bloodied, lips, chin, neck, his hair is wild and his eyes…you’ve never seen such hunger, such barely contained rage.

Horror creeps down your spine, I wish he’d just fucking die. “Are you in my head?”

“Only when you allow me to be.” Miguel says, his right hand on your knee reassuringly, the hand that slammed Todd into your car and left a human sized dent in it. The hand that brushed through your hair, that made you soup, that cupped your cheek and guided your lips to his.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” You say, resting your head against the cool car window.

“It’s okay, mi dulce, it’s okay, just breathe.” He soothes, running his fingers through your hair. “We’re meant to be together; I have waited decades for you to return to me, and now we are together again. Do you not feel it?”

“Feel what?” You ask, eyes on the road outside your window.

“That we are soulmates, bound together, our souls, our bodies calling to one another.” He smiles at you, fangs on display. “It is why you respond so well to my touch; your body knows only I may give you pleasure, only I may touch you.”

It’s too much, the mix of fear and comfort, his words, his fangs, the feeling of his hand, still bloodied, running through your hair, you pull on the door handle frantically. “Let me out.”

“Y/N, I can’t, I’m driving.” He says in a measured tone, one that sets your nerves on edge.

“Let me out of this fucking car.” You demand, yanking on the handle, fingers forcing the lock up, frantically kicking the door open, the wind rushing, whipping through your hair, the streetlight blurry as they whiz by.

“Ay coño, y/n are you crazy?” Miguel yells, swerving the car into the shoulder with one hand, the other grabbing your arm, keeping you from jumping out.

You tear his arm off you and stumble out, darting into the nearby woods, adrenaline rushing through your veins. It’s dark, cold, rain pouring down on you, slowed only slightly by the thick leaves of the surrounding trees.

You can hear him calling for you, when you cast a glance over your shoulder his headlights are hazy through the mist.

A vampire, he’s a fucking vampire, you can’t deny it now. No human being would have the strength to slam Todd into your car like that, no human being can read minds. And now he’s saying you’re soulmates?

“Y/N, please don’t run from me, you could get hurt.” Miguel’s voice is distant, you think maybe you’ve gotten a good head start.

You try to run as quickly as possible, heart pounding in your chest, branches catching and scratching at your skin, your lungs burning. You can feel Miguel behind you, and you cut a sharp left, hoping to throw him off course.

His fingers catch on the edge of your jacket, and you fumble with it letting him pull it off, as you spot a clearing up ahead.

A smallish river cuts the clearing in half, and hope sparks within you. Vampires can’t cross running water, not without it weakening them. Pushing forward, you slog through it, collapsing on the opposite bank.

You push your soaked hair out of your face to see Miguel, hair and clothes plastered to his skin, your jacket in his hand, his eyes glowing a brilliant red.

“You can’t cross, so just leave me alone.” You yell across the river, fingers searching for some kind of weapon to defend yourself with. “I won’t tell anyone, I’ll leave the city, the state, I swear, no one will ever know about this.”

“You can run, but I will find you, I will always find you y/n, we’re bound. What part of that do you not understand?” He cocks his head to the side and takes a step forward into the rushing river, then another, then another, punctuating each word with a step.

“No.” You cry, scrambling back, sand and gravel slipping beneath your feet.

“It’s only me, y/n, I will not hurt you, please, I don’t want to scare you, but you cannot keep running from me.” Miguel says, his hands out placating, your jacket slung over his shoulder.

His crimson eyes are swirling, and they’re beautiful, brighter than the lighting that streaks across the sky, and you let him approach, let him pull you to your feet and drape your jacket around your shoulders.

You want him, want him to take you here, in this clearing, in the middle of the storm with your ex’s blood covering his body.

“Calm yourself, there is nothing to fear, not from me.” He says, drawing your jacket tighter around your body, keeping a tight hold on you.

You feel that syrupy haze disappear, and your mind is clear once more. “You’re a vampire.” You say, breath coming out in short bursts.

“Yes,” he says.

You stand there, staring up at him, mind going a hundred miles an hour. “And you think we’re soulmates?”

“I know we are.”

“How?”

Miguel looks down at his hands, the ones clinging to your arms, keeping you captive. “I remember everything from before, our life together, from the moment I first saw you to the day they buried you. I could not save you; I tried so very hard y/n, you must believe me. I clawed my way out of Hades to return to you, but I was too late.”

His words strike a chord within you, tugging at some hidden string in your mind. You pull at it, and everything comes crashing down. Your eyes meeting his for the very first time, sneaking out to meet him, dreaming of him as you were forced to sit with Todderick at the many balls his family threw. It hurts, remembering hurts, a knife in your chest, flames in your lungs. You see Miguel, fighting against the guards, trying to reach you, your hands outstretched, the secret knowledge that you two have married, have consummated your marriage only the night before lingering in your mind. You can feel the tears on your face, the poison burning as it travels down your throat, your last gasping breath, Miguel’s name on your lips as the darkness overtook you.

“Miguel I…” You’re at a loss for words, memories swirling around meshing with your current ones, adding a lens, the true color of each interaction blooming before your eyes.

“I know.” Miguel says, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest.

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HIII I LOVE YOUR TMNT FICS!! I wanted to request something wholesome where the reader comes out as lesbian BUT she gets kicked out by her family so the turtles and splinter take her in and give her so much support🥺 can it be 2012 plz??? Also would love to see the bros reactions!

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Summary: The Hamato clan is more than willing to love and support you when others are not. Or: Reader comes out as lesbian, and they're nothing but supportive.

Warnings: Implied homophobia (from readers parents): angst/comfort:

Requested: Mhm!

Female Reader!

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When you showed up at the Lair in tears, your hair and clothes soaked from the rain and a bruises along your wrist, your friends were immediatly worried for you.

Leo led you to the couch while Mikey ran to find you blankets to quell the shivering caused by the chill of your soaked clothes.

Once you were situated, they asked what was wrong. With tears in your eyes, and pain in your voice, you recounted the argument with your parents.

Donnie gently iced your wrist as you spoke, and you explained that you had come out to your parents, and they had disowned you in turn. They kicked you out and cut you from the family. Leaving you with nothing but the clothes on your back.

"You can stay here." Leo said once you finished speaking, the sentence bringing you to tears once again.

Mikey pulled you into a hug as you cried, and Raph handed you a box of tissues and some hot soup he'd left to prepare.

"Guys-" you started, clearly in shock at the amount of care you were being shown.

"Don't." Raph interrupted, "You deserve to be happy just like everyone else. Let us help."

Splinter entered the room from the dojo, resting his hand on your shoulder as he looked down at you with his trademarked fatherly smile, "We will support you for as long as you need. And for an eternity after." he stated in a tone that left no room for argument.

You nodded, staring down at the soup in your hands with an expression of pure gratefulness. You were at a loss for words, unable to properly voice your gratitude.

"We'll clear out a space for you. Until then, you can have my bed. I don't use it much anyway." Donnie said with a sweet smile, gently rubbing a salve on your bruise before bandaging it.

"No, that's too much. I'll take the couch-" You protested, but Donnie shook his head.

"Nope. Not happening." Donnie said matter-of-factly, closing the med-kit at his side with a soft click!.

You opened your mouth to protest again, but before you could, Mikey redirected your attention, "Finish your soup, dudette, before it gets cold."

You sighed, snuggling further into the many blakets wrapped around you as you took a bite of the warm meal.

That night, you fell asleep surrounded by your friends- no- your family, cartoons playing softly as backround noise.

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Here you go Anon! I hope you like it, and I wish everyone a beautifully wonderful day!!<3

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pedro boys when you’re not feeling well

ft: Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Jack Daniels, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Max Phillips, Dieter Bravo

a/n: writing this in bed as i suffer from a stomach ache (maybe caused by exhausting travel day or it could be my acid reflux making my life hell idk) either way i need comfort from the boys. also first time writing a headcanon for dieter, might add max lord soon bc hes fine af

Joel Miller

Pre outbreak Joel would know exactly what to do to help. He’s dealt with his fair share of stomaches aches, fevers, colds etc. Sarah got sick a lot as a child so he knows the remedies and what makes someone feel better. He’ll cook u soup or make u toast and coax you into eating with kisses. He’ll make you drink water and let you sleep in his bed. Also gives you lots of cuddles

Post outbreak Joel still has those instincts buried in him when he sees you aren’t feeling well. He’s not as kissy as he used to be but he will do anything to help you feel better. If you even mention wanting soup or needing medicine he's out the door to get it for you. He’s a grump though so he’ll be a bit more blunt like telling u to sit and stop whining when you complain about him doing so much for you. But it comes from a place of love even if he won’t admit it. Still gives the best cuddles. You just have to ask.

Din Djarin

Mando is such a sweetheart. He’s been sick and injured himself but normally he’s on his own. Suffering by himself on his ship. But after meeting you he doesn’t feel that way anymore. Every injury is now treated by you. He never ever wants you to feel the way he used to feel so he’ll be right by your side. Returning the care and compassion you give him. He has bacta if you need it but sometimes you just have to ride out the sick feeling. He gets you whatever you want. Tasking Grogu to stay with you as he goes into town. He’ll take real good care of you until you’re back to normal.

Frankie Morales

Frankie, sweet Frankie. Oh he’s just a total sweetheart. He’s a bit of a worry wart though. Oh you should have seen him the first time his baby girl got sick. She cried in his arms and his heart broke because he couldn’t do anything to help her. He goes a little overboard sometimes. He’s at your side in an instant. Immediately jumping to the worst conclusion even if its just a stomach ache. He doesn’t like to see you sick because it worries him to no end. Even if you promise you’re okay. He probably has some cure he promises you will help that he learned in the military. But he can also make you mac and cheese and sit with you on the couch.

Jack Daniels

Whiskey is basically your maid when you are sick. He calls you a million sweet pet names as he lets you sit in his bed all comfy and brings you anything you ask for. He’ll also go to ginger for medicine, knowing whatever she can give you will have you right as rain in a day. He is a bit of a tease though. Saying stuff like “Poor baby.” and “Don’t feel good huh?” His tone is light and joking and you tend to play along. Pouting and nodding your head. Telling him that only his cuddles and that soup from the deli downtown is all you need. He’ll laugh but get it for you in a heartbeat.

Marcus Pike

Oh my god this man is the perfect partner when you are sick. At first you're pretty upset because you have to cancel your date with him. Date nights are already hard to plan given both of your jobs. He can tell something is wrong the moment he hears you over the phone. Even though you tell him that you're fine and promise to make it up to him he still shows up to your place 30 minutes later with food. He'll turn on an old movie and wrap you in a blanket and let you fall asleep in his arms.

Marcus Moreno

I feel like Marcus is also a pretty anxious guy but like Joel and Frankie he's got the dad knowledge on how to make someone feel better. Plus his mothers surefire cures. He comes after work because as much as he wishes, he can't miss work. But he's constantly messaging you to make sure you're okay. He offers to let you stay at his place but you don't want to get him or Missy sick. Though its a losing battle because both him and Missy don't care and want you around. Missy will keep you company while Marcus makes you tea and soup. The night ends with family cuddles and a lot of love.

Max Phillips

Vampires can't get sick like humans so there's no worry about getting him sick. Max wants you to feel better as soon as possible, mostly because you don't taste as good when you're sick and its not as fun for you. But also because he cares about your wellbeing of course. He's bit of a pain though because he's at work and you're texting him to pick you up some medicine and he's being a tease about it. Telling you how out of the way it is and how expensive it is but obviously he's going to get it for you. He just likes it when you beg :) He'll get you everything you ask for and more. As for cuddles he is happy to be your ice pack. He also offers to turn you so you don't have to feel like this ever again. Mostly joking, but a part of him isn't.

Dieter Bravo

Dieter will buy you all the expensive medicine and the fluffiest blankets and food from the highest end restaurant if it will make you feel better. Well it's his money but he has assistants to actually go and get it for him. Dieter is no stranger to feeling like shit so he knows what helps. Lots of snuggling in his bed, he won't let you leave unless its for the bathroom. Honestly, he's probably hungover in some capacity the same morning so its a lot of sleeping and being sick together.

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[kokusfluffyhair]

Their Thoughts on Winter

(Demons can go out in the daytime/sunlight here)

Kokushibou

+ It isn't his preferred temperature, but he can tolerate it

+ He doesn't want to show weakness, so he won't complain

+ He gets a little calmer when it gets dark earlier -- the less sun reminds him less that he can't do Sun Breathing

+ He likes to cuddle up at night with his s/o, and colder weather is good for that

+ But still, he doesn't like feeling cold when he's outside

+ His long, luscious hair helps keep him warm

+ He tries not to let the season change ruin his vibe

+ The cold air does dry out his eyes some, so he needs some eye drops for that

Muzan

+ He likes it -- it keeps the riff-raff away

+ He's relieved when there are less crazy summer people on the streets

+ Everyone gets paler in the winter, so his own skin colour is less evident than in warmer months

+ He does get very angry that the sun isn't out as long

+ He wishes it could be colder but with long hours of sun

+ His little experiments aren't as productive as in the summer because he's always gritting his teeth about how it gets dark so fast

+ His patience wears thin easier and he kills more humans during the winter

+ If you're Douma or Gyokko, you probably get your body slashed in half more often during the winter

Douma

+ This one gets seasonal depression

+ He hates having to wear a coat or layers

+ He hates having to wear a hat to cover up that gorgeous hair of his

+ He complains a lot

+ He says that his bubbly personality needs the sun to give him energy

+ Because he gets depressed, he requires more intimacy with his s/o to get through the winter

+ The only joy he finds in the cold is working on ice sculptures

+ Still, the quality of the natural snow and ice is subpar compared to what he can create during any season

Gyutaro

+ His first words are "fuck, man" whenever he walks outside

+ He's bundled up in so many layers but it's not enough for his skinny ass

+ He can see his breath in the air before anyone else does

+ Sometimes he pulls down his hat so far that it's almost covering his eyes

+ He doesn't understand how or why Daki is still not covering up and wearing skimpy clothes in this weather

+ His skin gets paler and it makes his birthmarks more evident

+ He gets bad dry skin in the winter too

+ Someone give him moisturiser and force him to use it, please

Tahomaru

+ He wants to build snowmen and play in the snow but he always gets sick when he does

+ "Already?" he asks every day when it gets dark early

+ He's pretty tolerant to the cold

+ He likes having warm drinks and soups

+ If his s/o or best friend gets depressed in the winter, he'll feel bad and try to cheer them up

+ He would make candlelight hand-puppet shows

+ He loves to cuddle under blankets

+ He likes that he doesn't get as sweaty but wishes that the winter wouldn't last as long as it doesn

Daigo Kagemitsu

+ He hates winter even more than I do

+ He gets really cranky and angry when there's less sunlight

+ It reminds him of when it used to flood all the time and he gets anxiety from it

+ He's very sensitive to the cold but won't tell anyone

+ He looks like he wants to burn down the world whenever he has to walk in snow

+ He has a hard time waking up in the morning knowing that it's going to be grey and cold

+ This man really needs sunshine and he's struggling

Saburota

+ He's invincible to the cold

+ But he's very sensitive to being wet

+ He's fine, as long as there's no dampness or freezing rain or snow

+ He gets sick when there's snow

+ He uses the cold weather as an excuse to cook more and experiment with food

+ He uses the oven a lot so he can leave it open and let the warm air come into the house

+ He gets tired when it gets dark early

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[v1olentdelights]

Dandelion Wishes

Conrad Fisher x sister!reader Trigger warning: the reader is referred to as bug in a sibling affectionate way? also food is mentioned a few times, and the reader is sick, but nothing descriptive. Summary: On a particular fall Monday, you are reminded that all your dandelion wishes were well spent. a/n: idk if this is good or not. I have it as a college student because I am a college student... there will probably be more pieces within a college setting. Also, I gave my sister the nickname of bug so I put it in here lol.

When choosing what college to attend you tried not to think about your brothers, both of which were in college now. Not only your mother and brothers, but also your Laurel, Belly, and Steven encouraged you to apply anywhere and everywhere. So that is what you did, you applied to as many colleges as you could. But when you got the results, you were hesitant about your first choice, Stanford. You didn’t want to seemingly follow in your eldest brother’s footsteps, but that was the college that seemed to suit you best. After careful consideration, you were officially accepted to Stanford.

When fall came you packed up half your life in boxes, it was a weird sight to see. Your brother Jeremiah had demanded you let him go through your clothes with you and then later go shopping with you. He was sure you would end up wearing pajamas all year long and he refused to accept that. Though it turned into him making fun of your clothing and putting on some definitely too small shirts. It was moments like these that made you regret all those dandelion wishes to grow up quicker. 

You quickly realized how serious this was, hearing that your freshman year at college would be difficult is something completely different than actually living it. Jeremiah and Conrad constantly fussed over you and how you were doing. For Jere, that meant constant texts and calls throughout the week, he also sent you care packages that either contained snacks, sweatshirts, socks, and other little bits and bobs. For Conrad, that meant checking in with you via text after every day and getting dinner every Monday evening. 

This beautiful fall Monday you found yourself struggling to stay awake in your 9am class. As the day progressed it only got worse, your body was aching more than you thought possible and you were sure there was a marching band smashing around in your head. If your luck wasn’t already bad enough, in your final class of the day (ending at 4:30) you had a pop quiz on the chapter reading that was due yesterday evening. As you were walking back to your dorm it started to drizzle, though you thought nothing of it as it was a usual occurrence. What you weren’t expecting was for it to pour, the rain helped mask your tears. 

Drenched by the time you reached your dorm, you found yourself taking as much pain reliever as you could and slipping into pajamas before settling down at your desk to complete the overflow of assignments.

A while later a knock broke you out of your trance, pulling open the door you were rather surprised to see Conrad with a small smile on his face. You had forgotten about the weekly Monday dinner. But it was wiped from his face as he took in your disheveled appearance, he slipped into your room as you began protesting. After surveying the room he turned to you with a facial expression that was walking the fine line of understanding and pity. “I am going to go make you some soup.” Finding his way to your cupboard he pulled out a can of chicken noodle soup and a bowl and found his way out of your room with ease. You just sat back at your desk and began typing away before the thought of sleep could even cross your mind. 

“Here, I brought you some gatorade too. I don’t know how much water you have been drinking.” Turning to him you saw your mother for a second, sometimes when he was concerned he had the same face your mom makes. 

“Connie, I can't. I have midterms coming up and I have already missed homework from yesterday. You understand.” And you were right, he did understand, but he also knew what it could do to you if you didn’t take a break. 

“30 minutes, bug, just to eat and take a quick power nap.” You huffed but knew that retaliating would only result in him physically forcing you into bed, so you started to shuffle some papers to the side. Conrad took over as he set down your soup. The second you put the spoon in your mouth you knew you were done for. You were too consumed by the newfound warmth that your food provided you to notice Conrad putting your stuff in your backpack and stuffing it in your closet behind your things, so you couldn’t find it.

He pulled up your roommates desk chair to sit next to you and talk about his day. He told you all about his advanced statistics class and how he thankfully made it to the bus before it began downpouring. At that you made a mention that you had got caught in the rain and that it probably added to your foul mood. He just rubbed your arm for a moment with a sad smile on his face.

It was no secret that you were struggling. He had heard from some of his friends that they had seen you in some of the libraries at odd hours of the night. When you finished your soup he took the bowl and set it in your sink while you managed to pull yourself in bed. 

“Can you read to me Connie?” He thought you sounded like a little kid again. It was moments like these that made him regret all those dandelion wishes to have you grow up quicker. 

“Of course, bug.” He pulled up your desk chair towards your bed and pulled the book off your bedside. It was a book that your mom used to read to you. You had your comforter pulled up to your chin, holding a brown bear stuffed animal with bright blue eyes that Jeremiah had surely gotten you. 

He had read for about 5 minutes before you were fully knocked out. After quietly moving away, Conrad pulled out your school bag and began sorting out your homework into classes and what was due when. He made some flash cards for your science class in hopes that it would help you with memorization. On top of all that he tried to work on some things that weren’t big assignments, of course on another piece of paper so you could look at it and attempt it yourself. 

—

You had surely slept more than 20 minutes, it was now dark outside and your heater had turned on. Looking around the room in your state must have been a sight to see, the comforter was still pulled up to your chin, your cheeks were reddened and had marks on them and you could barely see your because your eyes felt glued shut. But you could spot the very familiar figure sitting at your desk. 

“Connie?” Your voice broke as you called out to him quietly. You were instantly glad that your roommate decided to stay out for the night. On your bedside there was a glass of water and some motrin for you to take, you sat up as you did so. 

“Bug?” He sounded just as tired when he lifted his head from the desk. Looking back at you with bleary eyes, standing up from his spot he came over to you and put the back of his hand to your forehead, just like your mom.

“You still feel warm. Did you take the motrin?” You simply nodded your head. Quickly you wrapped your arms around his stomach and pulled him in close for a hug. It took him by surprise, but after a moment he reciprocated while softly running a hand through your hair. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” it came out as barely a whisper. 

It was times like these you were reminded that your dandelion wishes were spent well. Having wished that your brothers would always be there for you was the best wish of all, one you still made to this day. 

—

By the end of the week you were feeling better physically and mentally when you saw that you had passed the midterm you had been worried about all week. By Friday you felt like you could finally breathe, so when your mother asked that you and your brother come home for the weekend, you could easily say yes.

Almost as soon as you stepped out of the car you were being picked up, eliciting a squeal. Jeremiah had wrapped you up tight before spinning you in a death grip of a hug. 

“I’ve missed you kid! I think you've even grown a bit” As he set you down he pressed a kiss to your head. You swat him away as he comes in to pinch your cheeks. Though you were still a bit dizzy, you spotted your mom sitting next to Laurel on the porch, you hadn’t expected the Conklin's to be here. But you were swept up into another hug by Steven who ruffled your hair and said something about being proud of you. Belly was right beside her mom with a big smile and a big bouquet of flowers.

“Welcome back!”

Stepping up onto the porch both Laurel and your mom stood up with bright smiles, as soon as you were close enough, both of them pulled you into a hug. 

“We are so proud of you, sweetheart.” Laurel said as she rubbed her hand up and down your back. You mom kept pressing kisses to your hairline, you could feel the tears slipping that she tried to hold back. 

“My beautiful beautiful girl, you look so much older now!” her smile was as bright as the sun. Laurel patted your back lightly. 

“Let’s get you inside and fill you up, I made your favorite.” Everyone piled into the house and as soon as you stepped into the kitchen, you caught a whiff of what you assumed to be your favorite dessert as well.

It was times like these that you are reminded that all your dandelion wishes were well spent.

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[lesbolieeh]

She left behind a poem

Yuna (ITZY) ✦ Fem!Reader

WC—3.8 ✦ k

THEMES—sfw ✦ light angst ✦ future fluff (?) ✦ best friend au ✦ crush au

WARNING—anxiety ✦ heartbreak ✦ crying yuna :(

NOW PLAYING—Jenny (I Wanna Ruin Our Friendship) ✦ Studio Killers

[A/N.] 언니 (eonni) = older sister

Original ver. “The Notebook” (Somi x reader)

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Today was one of those bad fucking days. One of those days when you can't find any positivity in anything. One of those days when you don't feel like talking to the people you love the most. One of those days when you just want to give up.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a the notification of a text from your girlfriend. Looking at the white speech bubble is something you usually look forward to when you see Somi's name bright up your screen, knowing she always has something entertaining to tell.

But this particular morning she said something you wish were a joke.

SomSom babieboo💞

[ive been thinking lately and _____ i think we need a break]

😘🤌👅🍒🍑✂️🌈☀️

[You're not going to tell me why?]

Seen 10:17

You asked her the first thing that came to your mind. She couldn't possibly just expect you to be OK with having a break without a reason, right?

After an hour you accepted the fact that she had left you on read and that she wasn't going to reply anytime soon.

Maybe it was because she called you _____.

She never called you by your name. Only your friends called you that. She was supposed to call you weird or cheesy pet names and nothing else!

She left you with a headache. She left you with your bad thoughts and theories. Damn you, Somi.

It was very human-like of you to be in a bad mood. Only a robot would feel nothing in this situation. The day wouldn't get any worse. You were going to make sure of it! Your mood may have been bad, but you weren't going to let anyone else get affected by it. Lashing out on innocent people because you don't feel good on the inside is something you hated doing.

Today you were going to hang out with your best friend, Yuna, have a picnic on a park next to the Han river. Yuna had packed a cute pink basket (that she had specifically bought for you two to use for picnics together since they happened at least thrice a month) which was filled with tuna and kimchi kimbap, green grapes, two clementines and some churro flavored chips and you had packed a large outdoor blanket so Yuna wouldn't have too much to carry. For almost a week you two hadn't met up and you both missed each other and wanted to make up for the days you had spent apart so of course you went for the nice, typical no-homo picnic hang out session.

But no.

You weren't going to meet Yuna and ruin her parade with the rain cloud that was following you around wherever you went since you opened your eyes this dark morning. No, you weren't going to let the first time you two meet in such a long time be ruined by the sad news you got this ugly morning.

언니 🥰

[I can't hang out today, sorry]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[why not?☹️]

언니 🥰

[I'm not feeling too well]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[it's ok i'll get some soup for u😊]

언니 🥰

[No, you don't need to, I don't want you to get sick!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[but ive missed u sm☹️]

언니 🥰

[We'll meet another day I promise to make up for this!]

And so you put the phone gently on the table to lay on the sofa and binge watch some random show. You made sure to turn your phone off first since you knew you'd cut Somi some slack in case you read any persuasive text from her — she's good with words and making you feel loved. Whilst you were looking through all the lists Netflix had created for you, which were filled with movies and series you either had already seen or weren't interested in, Yuna was still expectantly waiting for her screen to go bright.

She must be joking, she thought.

Unlike you, Yuna's morning had started out brilliant. From the moment she opened her eyes, she was smiling and full of energy, excited to hang out with you after not seeing you for five whole days. She had missed you. Spending time with you was one of her favorite hobbies! Since you two had picnics regularly you two had decided that you would take turns in deciding and packing the picnic basket and this time it was Yuna's turn! She had been so excited all week, planning out a shopping list days before. She had specifically purchased grapes this time because she had this fantasy of putting one in your mouth (which sounded weird, but it would feel intimate to feed you fruit) and also playing around and throwing grapes up in the air and catching them in the mouth.

Needless to say, she liked you a little more than a best friend should and that was a bit of a problem. Her friends kept telling her that it was stupid to spend so much time with you and that Yuna should either try to ignore her emotions or she should distance herself from you until she loses feelings, because it was unfair to hurt herself by giving herself false hopes of getting somewhere with a taken girl.

And Yuna knew it. For so long, she'd known that it was a bad idea to like you. You didn't like her in the same way, and you even had a girlfriend for fuck's sake — and a really pretty one at that! But no matter how many red flags there were, she still wanted to spend everyday with you. She didn't want a week to go by without being with you. She wanted to cuddle with you on a picnic blanket. She wanted to kiss you when you visited photo booths. She wanted to share shirts with you. She wanted to stay up late and talk until you two fell asleep in each others' arms. She wanted to be the only one you called Baby.

Wondering why you called Yuna 'Baby' when you already were in a relationship with Somi? Well, Baby had been Yuna's nickname before you even met Somi (yes, you'd known Yuna longer than you'd known Somi, yet you still found yourself in a relationship with the latter — or not anymore actually). And though your (then) girlfriend never liked it, you had convinced her it was just a friendly pet name. Because that's exactly what it was.

To you.

To Yuna it was the closest she'd ever feel to being your girlfriend. But you started using that pet name less and ever since Somi came around and ruined everything more than it already was ruined. Yuna even had to change her contact name on your phone to include the word 'baby' so you wouldn't forget to call her that.

She loathed Somi.

Somi was always the reason why you couldn't hang out with your bestfriend for too long, why you couldn't call her Baby on certain occasions and why you couldn't look at her as a potential girlfriend. Somi was an attention thief. Not really. But it felt like it. Yuna was jealous of everything Somi had with you.

Because your girlfriend obviously was a threat, Yuna felt like she needed even more of your validation than before (which was already a lot). She needed your attention. If you ignored her she'd think it was your way of telling her that you had left her completely for Somi. Ridiculous! She shouldn't feel like you owe attention to her.

Your friendly fucking friendship was the closest thing Yuna had to being together with you in the way she really wanted, so she valued it a lot. Not having you as her girlfriend was painful enough, but not having you as even her friend would break her.

Right now you weren't validating your time together, nor your friendship — or at least it felt like it to Yuna. She always needed. Your attention and unlike normally, she wasn't getting it right now. Her smile dropped and so did her excitement for the day.

Was this the end?

She knew that spending one week without each other would lead to more time for you to spend with your damn girlfriend but she didn't know it would lead to the end of your friendship.

No way she'd bail on the picnic plans.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[can i pls come over? i bought fruits for u<33 i'm sure fruits is exactly what u need right now!!]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[idc if i get sick or not bc i still wanna hang out w u]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[pls 언니]

Sent 11:33

You had ignored her only once before and it was a horrible experience.

The way you ignored her (on accident) was so hurtful that she had to leave the gathering that she had looked forward to for so long, confusing the other guests, to go and lock herself in a bathroom so she could cry without bothering anyone. You'd gone right after her since you knew it wasn't very Yuna-like to leave a fun time for no reason. After you had knocked on the door and reassured her you were her best friend and not a random person coming to make fun of her, she let you in the bathroom.

The sight you were met by was her crumbling figure on the floor and overflowing tears on her cheeks. She had thought that you wanted nothing to do with her. Stupid you didn't see the obvious signs. It was because of the fact that you hadn't paid any attention to her that Yuna had gotten the idea that you had grown bored of her or that you wanted to leave her for Somi (she hadn't told you the latter part, of course). And weeks later you did get together with Somi. And that made her cry herself to sleep for days which you never knew.

How much your lack of attention and affection for Yuna had affected her was scary. And a fucking sign, you idiot. Nobody gets so worked up over the loss of affection of someone they view as a friend. Ever since that incident you'd made sure to always remind her of how much you value your friendship.

Except for today.

She thought she had made it clear enough to you that you never ever should ignore her unless you really meant It. Unless you really wanted to part ways. To go from the bestest friends to cold acquaintances. Some people might think it's crazy to be this attached to a best friend but you weren't just her best friend. You were her love and happiness. Without you she didn't have either.

Five minutes passed since she triple texted you and she still had no reply. Slowly she felt how her tummy was turning into knots and how her eyes started stinging.

Baby Yunanana🍓

[ur making me worried]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[hey!! text me so ik u didn't die from choking on strawberry milk 언니😰]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[r u ignoring me?🫠]

Baby Yunanana🍓

[unless u have corona, meet me by the river at 6 if u care abt me. i need to talk to u abt smth important]

Sent 12:04

If you didn't show up she knew for sure that you had left her behind forever. If you did show up then she'd confess to you. So spontaneous. She couldn't keep her feelings away from you for another year because it wasn't healthy and she knew it. She knew she would have to tell you about her feelings sooner or later. And after being without you for a whole ass week and after experiencing the cruel punishment that is being ignored and even thinking you broke your dear friendship off, she knew the time had come for her to finally woman up and confess.

Whilst she was anxiously thinking through why she made such a bold move and possibly ruined any future she had with you, the girl she loved was being lazy and stuffing her face in pillows in front of a TV.

one season of Young Royals later...

Tossed between blankets and an overflow of pillows, your tummy roared like a lion. You hadn't eaten anything yet. Maybe it was time to do something other than numbing your feelings with Netflix and the drinks you had at home? As you stood up you felt heavy. You had moved maximum 100 meters in the past few hours — to go to the bathroom then kitchen and back to the living room — and it had taken a toll on your body physically.

Fuck.

You sat back down on your sofa and brought your phone to view after hours without it.

[6 new messages from Baby Yunanana🍓]

Fuck. The last message was sent so long ago. You looked at your windows. It was dark outside. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. As fast as you physically could, you put on a pair of shoes and a jacket with your aching limbs.

In just a few minutes you were on your way to the closest bus station. The whole bus ride to the river was filled with thoughts putting you down. Your favorite person in the world was sensitive about this stuff and you hurt her. You were supposed to not let your bad mood affect anybody around you. But who were you kidding? Of course something had to go wrong with an idea you constructed and analyzed for four microseconds.

Before you knew it you had arrived at the destination. You were speed walking to the river. You two always went to the exact same spot by the river since it was usually vacant, by some miracle, and had a pretty view of a bridge.

You were naive enough to think that isolating yourself from your bestfriend and your phone would help solve your problems, so you were certainly naive enough to go and check if Yuna was still at your meeting place hours after you were supposed to meet her. What if she wasn't there? What if she was there?

The water was shimmering from the moonlight and next to it was a bench and a thin, tall silhouette. Your eyes widened. Could it be...? Sniffles. That's the sound that came from their direction. You walked closer and could make out the lines of a figure that was all too familiar.

"Baby?"

The silhouette turned around and though it was dark you could see that it in fact was her. You quickly sat down beside her and noticed that a couple of notebooks were scattered on the ground next to a bike. You didn't know what to do, never having seen glad Yuna cry. After another particularly loud sniffle you turned your attention back to her. The light of the moon exposed the redness and tears on her face. For hours she'd been outside and her face was still wet with tears.

"Why are you still out at this hour?"

She choked on her tears and rested her face in her hands, "Because I'm a fool."

"No, you're not a—"

"Why are you here?" she interrupted you.

Touché.

"You told me to meet you if I care about you."

"You come here hours later as if I don't mean anything to you," she hurried out before her voice could crack.

"I'm sorry about that. But if I didn't care about you I wouldn't show up at all," you spoke with a soft tone. The last thing you wanted was to be harsh, especially since you were the reason your best friend was upset.

"Why did you do this to me, 언니?" she looked you in the eyes as if she'd find any answers inside them.

"I promise I didn't do it on purpose. I would never hurt you on purpose," you took her hands into yours, oblivious to how the simple gesture made Yuna a bit hopeful on the inside.

Her hands were so cold it was shocking that she was shaking because of her crying and not because of the ice-like coldness. That's what happens when you're out for hours when there's no sun — or person — to keep you warm.

"I saw the messages 20 minutes ago and got here immediately. I would never purposely ignore you, Baby."

You made sure to use her nickname in almost every sentence you spoke, silently telling her that you don't want to fight. Slowly you brought her hands to your lips and kissed them lightly, five kisses on each hand for every finger. She looked at your lovely action and felt how her tears were slowing down. The kisses didn't make her warm — maybe for a second — but at least they made her feel somewhat better inside.

"I'm so, so sorry you had to be here in the cold," you apologized and kept her hands in yours as an attempt to warm them.

One part of Yuna wanted to continue being mad and make you feel bad for the hurt you'd caused her but the bigger part wanted you to hold her in your arms. She loved you and couldn't stay mad at you for long even if she tried.

"I-It's OK, 언니. At least you're here now," she whispered and looked at your locked hands, admiring the sight since it may never happen again — or maybe she should make sure her hands are cold more often—

You sent her a sorrowful smile and let her head rest on your shoulder, resting your own against it as an instinct, both from being comfortable and tired.

"From now on I will check if I have any texts every hour for you," you said with an exaggerated joking voice to lighten the mood.

She giggled. You weren't even being that funny but you were both tired and sad, so anything even a tiny bit funny was hilarious to both of you.

"What did you want to tell me before, Baby?" you whispered into her fluffy hair and petted it.

Should she tell you how she feels? Should she possibly ruin this? If she told you how she truly felt, would you ever kiss her hands like you did just now? Would you ever touch her this caringly ever again? Would you continue to call her Baby? Or would all of that be gone due to your loyalty to your sweet precious girlfriend Somi?

For hours Yuna had been outside in the cold waiting for the love of her life so she could tell her the truth. But it took time before you, the love of her life, showed up. Too long.

When a person is alone outside with notebooks filled with blank pages to write feelings and stories in, it's easy to let emotions take over. She ended up writing around seven poems. Some poems were really cheesy and written in the spirit of the moment. Some didn't even rhyme. Some were a perfect description of where she was in her non-existing love life.

But they all had one thing in common.

They were melancholic and written from the point of view of a woman who was hopelessly in love with her best friend.

"Nothing. I just wanted to have a picnic with you, 언니. I was just being dramatic to convince you to come despite feeling under the weather," she lied right through her teeth.

That made no sense because you two had never been on a picnic after sunset and Yuna would never lie to make you come see her. But you were tired and desperate to leave the cold outside, so you chuckled lightly, believing her immediately.

"Then where are the snacks?" you asked, confused since the only things around you were notebooks, a bike and water.

"I ate them."

Laughter filled the air; your genuine one and her fake one.

You put your face in her cheek, making her blush (not that you'd notice, since her cheeks were already red from before), "Well, my tummy is a little too thin right now, so let's go somewhere."

"In the middle of the night?" she questioned.

"Yes," you smiled against her cheek and she felt it, making her smile too.

"OK."

You both were still smiling when you were picking up all the notebooks to get ready for the ride. Jokes were thrown here and there. It was as if nothing had happened. You both knew it was a misunderstanding and you valued the friendship with the other too much to put energy into arguing. And you were tired too, so the argument wouldn't even be that epic even if you tried.

"What about your bike?"

"Oh nooo! The buses are always so full now that it's too late to take the subway!" Yuna whined.

"You know what? Since I was a jerk you can go take a warm bus while I ride in the cold," you said impulsively.

"B-But, 언니—" she smiled, flattered.

"B-But nothing," you interrupted her and sat down on the bike. Anyone who had spoken to you knew you were stubborn. She laughed. The little sadness she had left was gone by now. Her cheeks were dry. Still red, but not from crying, now they were red from blushing.

"OK, whatever you say, 언니."

"You brought a transport card right?" you made sure since she came by bike.

"Yes I do~ See you in an hour, 언니," she winked at you and waved with a smile brighter than the moon before running to the bus that just arrived.

You waved back to her and got ready to bike — you definitely needed a head start. But before you started you couldn't help but see something white standing out in the darkness.

It was another one of Yuna's notebooks. You must've been too tired to notice it when you were picking them up. Thankfully the notebook was open or else you wouldn't have noticed it as it had a dark cover. You took it into your hands. To make sure it really was Yuna's you needed to read at least a snippet.

You prayed it was Yuna's because it would be worse if you read a stranger's private thoughts than your best friend's since you already knew all her secrets. The snippet was Yuna's. It was from one of the pages of poems that didn't rhyme, that was very cheesy but depicted how sappy she was feeling and also told her part of the story that you never knew.

i want to feel my best friend's lips on my lips

ugh how much of a cliche gay can i be haha

i don't want her to call me 'baby' only

i want her to call me 'mine'

i want to call her that too

You drop the book on the grass. So that's what she wanted to tell you.

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❝ Jenny, darling, you're my best friend

But there's a few things that you don't know of

Why I borrow your lipstick so often

I'm using your shirt as a pillow case

(...)

I've been doing bad things that you don't know about

Stealing your stuff now and then

Nothing you'd miss, but it means the world to me ❞

—chubby cherry; 2013

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