#Something I thought I bought like 2 months ago was actually over a year old

[systememergency]

I was sitting here wondering how tf time had gone so fast then I remembered we only front like 4 months out of the year lmao

#Something I thought I bought like 2 months ago was actually over a year old #crazy how nature do that #did #osddid #cdd #did system #actually did #complex dissociative disorder #did osdd #dissociative identity disorder #system things

[barefoothighlander]

spillways - panic

-simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

-warnings: mentions of ptsd, angst, bit ooc!ghost

-word count: 1.5k

-summary: after a year of working loosely alongside the 141, you are deployed on your first ground mission. trying to navigate having to work with a team and your lieutenant who seems set on getting a rise out of you.

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a/n: alright so I'm planning on making this a slow burn, we'll see how long that lasts, I'm trying so hard to be normal about ghost but at the same time I can't so, here you go. :)

I wonder to myself, 

could life ever be sane again?

You thrust yourself awake, alarm bells ringing in your head, something was wrong, something felt off. Faced with the darkness of your bedroom you shift your weight to glance around, nothing out of place, no noises aside from the occasional car alarm, but the buzzing, the buzzing was loud. Your head filled with the buzzing that seemed to have no end and no beginning, turning over you see the time, 3:44 am, staring back at you with that obnoxious, bright red gleam, sighing to yourself 2 hours of sleep isn’t so bad. 

Raising yourself from the bed you’re met with a cold breeze shit, the window was open, striding towards the wall to close it with a loud thud, you hated this apartment, it was old, nothing worked, and the floors creaked under any sort of movement, it didn’t feel like home. You manage the strength to walk to the kitchen and turn on a lamp, growing accustomed to residing in low light, rarely did you ever have your space fully illuminated. You pour yourself a cup of coffee and begin your day, you didn’t have much to do around the apartment considering the only thing on your agenda was to show up to base for deployment, but you still had 4 hours to kill. You occupied yourself with meaningless tasks, tidying the living space even though it had barely anything in it, you had bought the apartment 3 years ago but spent less than 9 months actually living there, it was simply a means of habitat between deployments. Truthfully you don’t know what to do with yourself if you aren’t off in some desert, or mountain range on a mission.

Finally, the clock read 7:15, you figured you had waited an adequate amount of time pacing around the apartment, so you got dressed in some casual clothes that were appropriate for any form of the tactical situation, grabbed your bag and left for the base. You made the drive often enough that it felt like your brain was on autopilot, muscle memory telling you where to turn and when. But you were right, something was off, the buzzing in your head was persistent, and your thoughts ran rampant, usually, you were halfway decent at getting your mind to quiet down, focusing it on whatever task you were assigned, but without some sort of obstacle, you found anxiety begin to bubble in your stomach. You weren’t nervous, not for a standard op, you had run through missions like this a handful of times, and you knew what to expect, what you needed to do, this was something else. Were you nervous to work directly with the 141? You had been assigned a posting with them for a little over a year now, but you never worked with them, only ever as the eye in the sky, providing aid only when deemed necessary, this time you would be on the ground with them, working with them, surviving with them.

Your thoughts occupied your time, and when you reached the base you felt like you had only been driving for 5 minutes. 7:47, enough time to sneak in, you weren’t close with the team, not like how they were with each other, they often invited you to the local pub after a successful mission but you always declined, giving them some excuse along the lines of you being too tired to stay out, most of the time they wouldn’t argue, but you could always feel a gaze staring daggers at the back of your head when you decided to not spend time with them. They meant well, you could tell, but you weren’t looking for another person to ask about your history, or why you joined the force, and you certainly weren’t looking for any sympathy, reducing yourself to a life of seclusion outside deployment.

You made your way to the briefing room, stunned to see that almost everyone was already there, everyone except one person, the only other person who found any sort of comfort in the shadows alongside you, the Ghost. Price waited another few minutes while the guys entertained themselves, recalling a few drunken stories they found amusing, Soap explaining to Gaz why he’s banned from 6 separate pubs in Manchester alone. At 7:56 you saw the door open, and the unmistakable mask breeze in, he was hard to miss, tall and broad, but quiet, always quiet. He found his place near the back of the room, settling himself to lean against a desk.

Turning your attention to Price, trying to focus on the information he was presenting, something about a cartel, and illegal weapons trading in Mexico. You couldn’t focus, not with the buzzing in your head, you tried your best, Ghost noticing the way you constantly adjusted your stance to try to hear Price better. Finally, the brief ended, and you could barely remember a thing the Captain had said aside from “meet at the heli deck 1600 hours.” Inching forward to grab a folder from the table so you could actually study what the assignment was, you felt a strong hand grab your elbow. Glancing up, Ghost was there, invading your space.

“You alright Sargeant?”

“Fine Leuitenent, why?”

“You seem agitated or something” He releases his grip on your elbow as he feels your muscles tense.

“Just tired, didn’t sleep well”

“I know the feeling, go rest, you have time” is all he says, and then he leaves.

You stop for a minute, fiddling with the edges of the folder in your hands, the buzzing is gone is all you can think, as you turn around to catch a glimpse of him, but he’s gone. 

For the first time today, your thoughts are clear, no alarm bells, no buzzing, there’s clarity, and you don’t know why. You chalk it up to the difference in humidity, or atmosphere around the base. But even in the clarity, you can’t sleep, you tried, laying down on your cot for nearly an hour, trying to will your body to rest, but it was useless, it’s hard to rest when you’re always in survival mode. Instead, you decide to take your efforts to the gym on base, choosing to put your thoughts to some use and beat the hell out of a punching bag.

Your knuckles are sore, your legs are cramping up, and you can begin to taste iron in your mouth, but none of these stop you. You continue your assault on the oversized bag of sand, forcing every ounce of energy into your punches and kicks.

“Thought I told you to rest” You didn’t hear him come in, but now, standing directly behind you, he’s hard to miss.

You keep facing away from him, centring the bag in front of you. “Couldn’t, thought my time was better spent here”

“You defied a superior's orders then?”

“A suggestion and an order are different Leuitenent”

“You always talk back? Tsk, that’s bad manners love” he asks, raising his arm to settle the bag in front of you, almost commanding your attention.

You turn to face him, finding his body much closer than you thought, you crane your neck to look into his eyes, they’re shrouded in black paint, his face concealed by the skull. 

“You don’t intimidate me, sir”

“Why not, every other bloke on this base is terrified of me,” he says leaning down a little, enough so that you can feel the warmth of his breath over your cheek.

You press your lips to his covered ear, making sure he hears you loud and clear.

“I see right through the mask,” you say, as you pull yourself back to stare into his dark eyes, and for a moment, you swear you see the telltale signs of a smile from the crinkles that form beside his eyes.

“I’ll see you on deck Sargeant” is all he says, striding away from you and down the hallway.

You stand there, breathless, you’ve never spoken to anyone that way, let alone a superior officer, but you won’t let him scare you, at the end of the day he’s just another man, made of flesh and bone, he bleeds the same colour as the rest of them.

You return to your shacks to rinse off whatever sweat you worked up. Stepping out and checking the time, 3:30, shit, how long was I in the shower for. Quickly gathering your necessary equipment for travel you make your way to the deck, only to be greeted by the loud whirring of helicopter blades, and the booming laughter of one Soap Mactavish.

“Ye ready for some fun lass?” Soap asks placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

Before you get the chance to respond Ghost once again appears out of nowhere.

“No time to waste, get packed in”

Soap glances at you but your eyes are set firm on the Leuitenent, while little feelings of anger begin to form in your chest. Removing his hand from your shoulder, Soap steps into the heli and seats himself next to some of the other guys. You situate yourself near the back of the carrier, far enough that no one would attempt to make conversation with you. To your dismay, Ghost plants himself directly next to you, close enough that your knees are forced to touch. You’re willing him to move, and he doesn’t spare a glance in your direction. 

This is gonna be a long ride.

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[kengan-daddies]

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

Anime : Kengan Ashura Character : Ohma Tokita Warnings : Mention of illegal activities

Chapter 1, Chapter 2

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

My Byzantine Romance : Ohma Tokita X (F) Reader

It's been a few months, since the incident, You've been living a less promising life than before, but you were fine with it, you had real freedom. Freedom to do whatever you want. You've dyed your hair, burned your clothes, bought a new phone, and with proper networking, have gotten yourself a new name. What they do with your government, you didn't care, that life was behind you now, who you were before died along with your family that day.

You've been living on ends meet, paycheck to paycheck, meal to meal, living in your small, crummy apartment, it wasn't an ideal place, but you had to start somewhere. That guy from all those nights ago never left your mind after that, he was still pretty heavy on your thoughts, he was different, he was the definition of free. Bound to no laws, no fears, no responsibilities, he was his own self-made man... but you never saw him again after that night. You did, however, see Mr. Yamashita quite often. He was a sweet older man, 56 years old and still pushing.

He was the one who helped you get your own apartment, a job, and some form of income to help out, you owed him your life. You would visit him from time to time. You'd cook for him, help him clean, give him company. You could've lived with him, but you didn't want to be a burden, he did let you know that his doors were always open to you... However, he did speak of a new strange friend he met, around the same time he met you, Ohma, he calls him. Ohma Tokita... You had a suspicion that it was the guy from so many nights ago... You were hung up on him, not really knowing why... Perhaps because he was the first human you ever seen with real freedom.

Today was like any other day, you were over at Mr. Yamashita's place, you've been spending more time over at his place recently, and you had your own place, but you've grown used to living with a family... You were begging to think about taking him up on his offer, he did have one more spare bedroom left... But that was a last resort method. You were cleaning the kitchen, wiping down counters, mopping the floor, and washing dishes. It's been pretty quiet, Mr. Yamashita was at work, you had spent the night before, and you decided to clean up some before you headed out for the day.

You looked over at the clock. "4:50 pm... Mr. Yamashita should be home soon... I should stay long enough to say goodbye at least." You spoke aloud to yourself as you stared at the clock for a moment before you walked into the living room. You sighed as you saw three small boxes. One held your clean clothes, one held dirty clothes and one held your hygiene products. They stayed here at Mr. Yamashita's place, just in case you came by unplanned, you already had things for yourself here. You walked over to the couch, and plopped down, giving a tired sigh as you did.

You ran your hands down your face as you groaned loudly. "UGH!!! I HAVE WORK TODAY!!!! NOOOOOOOO!!!" You groaned in despair, you honestly hated your job, but then again most people did. Your arms fell to your sides, landing on the couch with a dull thump, you sat there for a few minutes, deep in thought, when the sound of keys unlocking the door caught your attention. You looked over, and jumped like a dog, excited to see Mr. Yamashita. He walked in, looking down as he shuffled in quietly. He looked up and smiled once he saw you. "Oh, (Y/n)!! I'm happy to see you're still here!! I... actually wanted to speak with you about something." He said, as he closed the door behind him, looking back to lock the door before he looked back at you.

Your happy smile slightly faded, your mind slightly filling with dread. 'Is he ready to cut ties with me?... Did I do something wrong?... Maybe it's his job?... It's probably something good!!.' You thought, trying to keep the negative thoughts out with more logical reasoning. "I'll be leaving for a business trip, I'll be gone for a few weeks, but I'll be back soon. The door is always open to you, you can come by whenever you want, please make yourself at home, while I'm gone." He said. 'He sounds almost, guilty... but why? It was just a business trip.' You thought.

You gave him a smile. "Okay!! I'll be sure to keep the place clean, and I'll keep Kenzou fed too." You said with a playful eye roll. He chuckled at you as he walked in further, placing his briefcase down on the dining table. "I'm sure you will, Kenzou seems to love your cooking... I also left some money, in the top cabinet above the fridge, use it as you see fit." He said, his voice seemingly lowering as he looked down at his shoes. 'There's that guilty tone again...Is he in trouble?... Did he lose his job?... Does it have something to do with Ohma?' You thought, worry clouding your thoughts. Mr. Yamashita was like a father to you, the best father anyone could ever ask for actually. He was kind, understanding, and patient, who could ask for a better father figure? Kenzou was lucky. 'Ungreatful brat.' You thought bitterly.

Pushing that thought aside. "Mr. Yamashita... is this about Ohma?" You asked. His eyes seemed to widen as his mouth dropped. 'Yup... It's about Ohma.' You thought. "I know it's not my business to pry... but if he's... In trouble... I can help... I know some people who got ties." You offered, you didn't like seeing Mr. Yamashita in any kind of stress, and if Ohma was in trouble, you'd help. "Don't hesitate to tell me if something is wrong, I owe you so much, I'd be happy to help in any kind of way." You said, a sweet smile on your face, sealing the deal. He stared at you for a moment, before he sighed, he pulled out a chair from the dining table and he took a seat.

"Sit down, (Y/n)... There's something I have to tell you... and I probably should've told you when it first started." he said. You looked down at him in worry, as you pulled a chair out, sitting down as well...

... It was a lot to process... "Kengan Matches... Companies raging war through peaceful violence... You're a representative and you're in a huge debt... And Ohma is a fighter... The same guy I saw that night..." You said, summarizing everything that he told you... it was quite a lot, but you believed him... After what you went through that night, and seeing all the crazy shit you've seen so far... you'd almost believe anything at this point... Almost anything. "I wanna come." You suddenly said. His eyes widen. "Huh? You want to come?... But... "He trailed off, trying to find an excuse but nothing came up.

You nodded your head. "I want to tag along, I wanna meet Ohma, and I wanna be by your side, maybe having someone else who you know won't make It seem so big... and don't worry about my job, I hate it anyways." You said, answering most of his questions without actually answering his questions. He stared at you, seemingly in a daze, but his shoulders didn't look so heavy anymore, and he didn't look so glum either. You smiled. "I'm going to tag along, whether you want me to or not, besides, watching some fights sounds pretty exciting." You said.

He slowly smiled. "That's not a bad idea actually!! In fact, this is perfect!! You'll get to meet Ohma, I won't have to really go alone, and we'll get to watch some exciting matches!! OH YEAH!!" He said, getting more excited as he thought about it. You smiled at him, happy to see him back to his usual self, and also slightly excited about the whole ordeal, but you were really looking forward to meeting Ohma. He was like a form of inspiration, he was the reason as to why you just took a chance and went for it. You stood up from your chair, looking at Mr. Yamashita with excitement. "I'll pack light, and then we can head out whenever you want!! Since I already got some things here, I'll just pack up here." You explained.

Mr. Yamashita nodded his head as he too stood up from his seat. "I'll go let Kenzou know that I'll be leaving for a few weeks and that there's money here for him to use while we're gone... umm, I'll also let him know that you'll be busy for a while so you may not be around much." He said, you nodded in agreement, not really caring about what he told Kenzou. Kenzou was a bit of a dick, he didn't even try to come out of the room to speak to his father, he never said thank you's or anything, yet he wanted to live here rent-free... ugh.

You went over to your boxes while Mr. Yamashita went up the stairs. You crouched down, pulling out clean clothes and hygiene products that you'll be using... "I should probably get a garbage bag and just throw my things in there." You said aloud to yourself. "Nonsense, you can use some of my storage space in my suitcase, I don't carry much." Mr. Yamashita said as he walked down the stairs. You looked back at him, giving him a grateful smile. "Are you sure, I'd hate to be a burden." You said sheepishly. He fanned you off. "Oh hush, you're never a burden, in fact, you've made my life 10x more colorful and vibrant, these past few months have been the best!!" He said, a genuine smile on his face.

You wanted to tear up, but you held them back as you gave him a small smile instead. "Thank you, Mr. Yamashita." You said...

... You and Mr. Yamashita stood out in front of a large abandoned mansion, vines were growing up the walls, filling up the cracks, and the forest had grown around it, swallowing it up, hiding it from the public's eye. You stared on in amazement. "Wow... so Ohma lives here?" You asked. Mr. Yamashita nodded his head. "Yes, I honestly don't like it... I was planning on asking him if he'd want to move in with us... he could sleep on the couch." He said. You stared on before you looked over at Mr. Yamashita. "Why not just give him the other room, it's open." You asked with a shrug. Mr. Yamashita looked over at you.

"Because that's your room, (Y/n)." He said, his eyes shining in a way that left no room for questioning... you stared at him for a moment, before you smiled and you shrugged. "Guess I'll be moving in then." You said. He smiled as he nodded before he walked up to the door and he gave it three hard knocks. "OHMA!!! WE'RE HERE!!" He shouted, causing some birds to fly off in the distance.

You both stood there for a moment before Mr. Yamashita gave a defeated sigh. "Maybe... He's not here?" He said. You were about to suggest something but the door creaked open slowly, revealing a tall man. His hair was slightly wavy and shaggy and it stopped at his shoulders, he was wearing a nice fitted black shirt with a white acid tone, and his pants were fitted too, they looked like tights mixed with track pants, and his shoes were old, white tennies.

'HOLY FUCK!!! DAMN THIS GUY IS SEXY!!! WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I DON'T DRESS MY BEST I RUN INTO THE SEXIEST GUYS!? WHAT KIND OF LUCK IS THAT!? AND THAT BODY!!! HE COULD PUT ANY MAN TO SHAME!!!' You thought, your inner fangirl going crazy. You shoved your hands into your pockets, feelings of insecurity leaking in on you. 'I don't have the best experience with guys like this... I never get them, or they bully me... It was never in between.' You thought bitterly, thinking back to your school days.

He stared at you for a moment taking in your appearance. You weren't much, basic hair, baggy sweats, baggy shirt, baggy jacket, basic cheap but durable shoes. You were nothing, just ordinary. He looked back at Mr. Yamashita. "Who's this? Another opponent for me?" He asked. Mr. Yamashita chuckled nervously while you gawked at him. "No Ohma... This is (Y/n)... She'll be tagging along with us." He explained. You nodded your head. 'HOLY SHIT, EVEN HIS VOICE IS SEXY!!! IT'S LIKE THOSE GUYS FROM THOSE ANIMES!! A VOICE THAT CAN MAKE YOUR FUCKING OVARIES BUST!!!' You thought, your inner fan girl going crazy again.

He looked at you once more. "A girl?... Guess that explains the size." He said. Your brow twitched but you couldn't really be mad, wearing baggy clothes was to conceal your gender after all. Living in the slums has taught you, that women are immediate prey to men, and you didn't have enough confidence in your safety to dress the way you wanted. "I'm sure you're ready to go now, Ohma?" Mr. Yamashita asked. Ohma nodded. "Yeah, let's do this." He said, a vicious smirk coming over his face as he cracked his knuckles. You stared up at him, before you gave a small smile. 'He's crude, yet he's cool... I'm starting to like this guy for who he is.' You thought.

Mr. Yamashita nodded before he looked over at you, and you nodded in return. "Great, then let's go!! Kengan matches, here we come!!" He cheered as he led both you and Ohma back to the train station.

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[wolfvmin]

blipped: family line (3)

title: family line pairing: brother’s best friend!yoongi x female reader genre: major angst !!, fluff, brother’s best friend au, unrequited love, set in the marvel cinematic universe (mcu), slow burn?, implied age gap, heavy themes,brother!namjoon, bestfriend!taehyung warnings: mentions of character death disclaimer: you can read this without knowing anything marvel at all. word count: 2.3k

At the age of 21, you confessed your feelings to your brother’s best friend, Yoongi, which he rejected. One day later, Thanos snapped, turning fifty percent of the world population to dust, leaving the other half lost, confused, and mourning–including you. Five years later, Bruce Banner snapped everyone back to life, including Yoongi, who doesn’t really know you anymore.

a/n: this is so short i'm sorry lol. i promise the next chapter would be longer and less angsty (maybe even steamy). index part 2 > part 4

Before you knew it, Yoongi and Namjoon acted as they had adjusted to the changes that were thrust into their lives. Well, they had to, anyway. 

It was hard getting a job with half of the population being back; job openings were closing left and right. Thankfully, Joon was re-offered his position in the company he worked at because of his friendly relationship with his boss pre-blip. Yoongi, on the other hand, managed to land a job with a salary not on the same level as the one he had before. But who was he to complain? Everyone was scrambling to adjust to the amount of population once again. So many were struggling to the point that some people were saying that the Avengers were wrong to have brought back the people who blipped, that they have just made things just as hard as five years ago. 

Was it worth it to reopen the wound of 5 years?

Yoongi reads the online post on the laptop on your desk. Surely, he thought, it wasn’t an easy task to accept that people who one mourned for 5 years suddenly came back into their life. Hell, it’s trauma that one does not know if it will heal. His curiosity kills him… but he can’t get himself to ask what the hell you’ve been through when they were gone. He was certain that Namjoon feels the same way. 

They’ve been trying to act carefully around you as if they were never gone. Lately, it felt like a never-ending roleplay–like there was a time bomb in the room that was just waiting to explode.

Yoongi traced his fingers over the box in his hand. It’s small faux leathered and not bigger than his hand. The very same box that you owned for five years. To you, this was old news. But to him, he had just bought it a few months ago. 

He found it in your desk drawer. He knows it’s bad to snoop around but he couldn’t help it when he saw it hidden beneath your stationery things. It was the only thing that looked from the past. Nothing in this apartment except for the picture frame that stood in your living room was a reminder of the time you used to have. But as he looked at the necklace inside the box, he remembers the way you looked, the way you moved, the way you smiled, and the way your eyes sparkled when you looked at him.

It was so different now. 

It’s as if you were cautious of every step you take. You don’t laugh as much as you used to. The only time he hears you sound actually happy is when you speak with your coworkers over the phone. 

He tries to get back to the way it was. Before he got a job, he offered to give you rides to your work which you refused because your neighbor and coworker, Jeon Jungkook, gives you rides to work and back home. 

Jeon Jungkook, Yoongi learned, has been friends with you for two years now. What he also learned, is that the fucker was with you almost 24/7 of every day of every week. He doesn’t know why but the kid itches something in him. 

Not that he would let anyone know that. 

Looking back at the necklace, he wonders if you wore it or just kept it inside the box for all the years that went by. He hopes that you cherished it somehow. 

What happened to you while we were gone, Y/N?

He sighs and gently puts back the jewelry box where he found it, careful not to make it look like it was moved. 

He looks at the time on his wristwatch. You should be home soon. He should get ready. 

An hour later, you arrived back home. 

You had a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers in your hand when you entered the apartment. Yoongi was on the couch sitting beside his friend. He could feel the worries and nerves of his friend from where he sat and he understands why. 

A few days ago, you decided to tell them that you would be taking them to see your mom. Namjoon didn’t like the idea at first. But you convinced him anyway, promising your brother that it won’t be a mess like before. Namjoon finally agreed at the end of the dinner when you wouldn’t take no for an answer. 

Time has changed probably everything except for him and Namjoon.

“You guys ready?” You ask them and take your keys from where it usually is. Yoongi and Namjoon take a glance at each other and nod at you.

They were still confused as to why you wanted them to see her but they thought it wouldn’t be bad to let her see them considering it’s been five years. The confusion on his and Namjoon’s faces were hard to hide when instead of taking a turn to the familiar neighborhood, you headed in a different direction. 

No questions were asked nor words were said when you drove into the memorial park. Suddenly, the bouquet of flowers you had in your car made sense. 

Yoongi fixes the collar of his recently ironed buttoned-up white shirt when he steps out of your car. 

The three of you walk quietly as you led the way, sun dress flowing due to the wind. Namjoon walks behind you while Yoongi trails behind the two of you. He worries for his best friend who he now watches walking aimlessly. 

You stopped in front of a grave. Your mother’s name is written on the stone. 

You bend your knees to drop the flowers by the grave and you look at both of them. 

“She died not long after the blip.” You finally talk and look over at Namjoon who was still lost for words. “Her vices finally caught up with her. She was bedridden for months and then one night, she had a heart attack.” 

Namjoon takes in your words quietly in front of the grave as if he couldn’t believe the name written there.

“I’ll give you a moment.” You say to Namjoon who was just staring darkly at the grave below him. 

You give Yoongi a look which he understands in a second. He gives Namjoon a pat on his shoulder before following you to the side. 

The two of you walked until you were meters away from Namjoon. Yoongi watches as his best friend is now kneeling by the grave, eyes still lifeless. 

Grief. It’s such a funny thing. 

His heart breaks for whatever his best friend is feeling. He wishes better for him and you. He wishes this fucked up thing hadn’t happened. He wishes that the three of you lived in a different universe where there were no superheroes, no aliens attempting to take their planet, or no cities destroyed left and right just because there was some fucker who wanted revenge on some trauma. 

Because while all of that was happening, their problems seem so mundane and small.

But it’s there. 

And it hurts. 

It hurts that Namjoon had to miss his mother’s death. It hurts that just a month ago, he was watching the same person screaming at you and Namjoon.

Even if Namjoon feels regret or maybe even glad she’s gone, he didn’t deserve it. Not like this. If it were he who was being asked what he was feeling, he would say he was sad. Not because he grieves your mother’s death but because of you. You were left alone. To be frank, he’s a bit upset at your mother even if she’s not at fault. Just when you needed her, she disappears again and escapes her responsibilities. 

He looks over at you, seeing no tears fall from your eyes. He could see you were sad but unlike the Y/N he knew before, you stood strong on your ground. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You speak without looking at Yoongi.

“Like what?” He asks, crossing his arms to warm himself from the cold wind. 

You finally look over, giving him a small smile. “Like you pity me.” You pause. “I’m glad she’s dead. That way she can’t fuck us over anymore.”

Yoongi takes in how you look. The way your eyes look weak but dark. The way you weakly smile despite how you appear to look fine. He still sees the twenty-one-year-old he cherishes in you. She’s in there somewhere. He would just have to accept that you’ve changed. 

You were alone all this time. You had no brother and no mother to be with you. Whatever happened, Yoongi thanks the heavens that you’re still here, standing in front of him and looking so beautiful. You were strong like he always believed you are. 

Yoongi doesn’t answer this time and looks back at his best friend and then at the grave he was staring at.  

Maybe it’s time to visit his parents.

Yoongi loves his parents. They were good people. But his relationship with them is not the best. He loved them and they loved him but he often feels distant from them. When he comes home, he would often just hear his mother’s nagging voice and his father wasn’t someone who showed his emotions. He just… never felt liked by them. 

For the past few months, he has only communicated with them by phone, telling them he should pick himself up first before leaving Seoul. It was an excuse to not visit them. He knows that he’s selfish by doing this. They have been waiting for years for him. 

But he was scared. 

If you, the person he has been spending years with, have changed so much, what would the blip make his parents be? He couldn’t stomach it. He couldn’t face it. Were they sad? Were they relieved? What struggles did they face during the economic collapse during the blip? Did his parents still love each other? Did they mourn him? 

As he stood there, a little bit sweating because of the nerves, the front door opens. 

The sight in front of him makes him freeze. 

He could barely recognize his own father. And it wasn’t because of his mostly grey hair or the added wrinkles on his face. It was the tears that were falling down his face and how he was basically tripping on his feet to get to him. 

His father’s arm wraps around his figure, squeezing him so tight it felt like he would crush his lungs. He pats his back anyway, eyes drifting to his mother who’s now crying with clasped hands on her face. 

“You’re home, son.” His voice was just as he remembered. It was not as authoritative as it was. It’s a little bit gentle now–a little bit tired. 

“Hey, dad.” He pats his father’s curved back. Over the phone, his mother told him how his father was still working his office job. 

When he lets go, it was his mother’s turn to tackle him in a hug and smother him in kisses. 

“Honey, you said you wouldn’t cry.” His father teases his mom who then glared at her husband. 

As his mother lets go, he was immediately smacked on the arm, to which his father yelped at. Then, she shifted to Yoongi, who also received a smack. 

“And you, why would you not go home?! I almost went to Seoul myself if only I haven’t been stopped by your father!” 

And Yoongi grins, giving them a heartily laugh while rubbing his arm. 

In his mind, he hasn’t been away for years but in his heart, he did miss them. 

After the emotional reunion, Yoongi finds himself sitting at the dining table with a feast of his favorite meals in front of him. 

“So,” Yoongi clears his throat. “How have you been?” Yoongi asks his parents as he digs into the food. 

His mother stares at his father beside her and places her hand on top of his. “It was hard at first. We were really down to a spiral but we managed.” 

“You don’t have to worry about us, son.” Yoongi’s father assured him. 

Throughout the meal, his parents updated him on what happened in the 5 years he was gone. They updated him on stories of his relatives and whatnot. Surprisingly, Yoongi had a good time. He doesn’t think he had this much of a good time with his parents even before the blip happened. He found himself laughing at their stories and jokes, which rarely happened before. 

They let him take some of his old things, shocked that they haven’t thrown them out yet. The next morning, he loads them in your car that you had let him borrow with the help of his father. 

“You’re staying at Y/N’s, right?” His father asks as Yoongi puts down the box he was carrying in the trunk beside the one his father was previously holding. 

“Yeah.” He answers, closing the trunk with a thud. “It’s just temporary though. I’ll move out when I find an apartment.” 

Yoongi mentioned you a few times back then and he was sure that his parents only knew you as Namjoon’s brother. Sure, they knew your name but there was something with the way your name rolled off his father’s tongue that seemed too comfortable and too familiar. 

“Hm.” His father pats the closed trunk. “Well, you have a safe drive back.”

“Of course, dad. You guys take care of yourselves, yeah?” 

“Yoongi! Take these with you.” His mother was running out of the door, holding a large insulated lunch bag and handing it to him. 

“Side dishes?” Yoongi assumed. “You didn’t have to, mom.” 

His mother slaps his arm repeatedly as if he offended her. “Shush. They’re not for you. They’re for Y/N. Tell her to eat a lot and to take care, okay? And Namjoon too.” 

And Namjoon “too”? When did you become the first Kim to come to their minds?

Ah. It must be because he was practically living off of you right now. 

“Oh. I will. Yeah.” Yoongi nods, “Thanks.” 

His mom doesn’t hide her excitement. “Okay, drive safe!”

With a few questions unanswered in his mind, he drives his way back to you.

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[caffeinatedopossum]

Very long post/ positive life update (tw mentions of suicide/self harm)

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I can't believe I'm doing so well on these new meds. It's genuinely unreal.

Just a couple months ago, I was severely suicidal every day. I was hurting myself nearly every day, crying nearly every day. I would cry until my eyes hurt, until my head hurt, even until I passed out from dehydration a few times. I wasn't talking to my friends. I was barely talking to anyone. I would stay in my room alone so long that *my roommates* would remark in surprise when they saw me out, saying they hadn't seen me in a while and asking how I was.

I was too depressed to even play video games. I couldn't focus on anything. I would sometimes just sit and stare at walls blankly because I genuinely could not *do* anything. I was having severe panic attacks at least once a day, every night, where I was literally convinced I was dying and that if I let myself fall asleep, I would die. I would keep myself up for hours, just laying there in terror.

This depression has been with me since I was only 13 years old. I tried to kill myself 3 different times, and for the first time in nearly 9 years, I'm glad I wasn't successful. When I was 13, I also developed anorexia. By now, I've been in recovery for just over 2 years. I thought that illness would kill me, I couldn't imagine living without it. I didn't *want* to live without it. I thought full recovery would always be impossible, even until recently, because the desire to relapse had been so strong. But... here I am. It's crazy.

Today, I went with my roommates (who are like family to me) to see the solar eclipse. I laid in the sun for hours - comfortable, happy. I can't recall ever feeling okay like this before. I complimented a stranger like it was easy. I talk to my friends every day now - we play video games and watch tv together or just talk. And I've made new friends. I haven't cried in over a month. I have a new dog- a little basset hound puppy- and I love him with my whole heart. I'm actually able to help my gf care for him too. I joined an asexual community discord server and have been participating in events like movie nights and writing club. I've even made some friends from the server.

My roommate bought me something I liked at the eclipse event- it was really expensive. And as I was thinking guiltily "I don't deserve this", I realized that feeling used to be a lot stronger. It used to be more frequent. I ate a cream puff today. I wasn't thinking about the calories in it. It was really good, it was nonchalant. It was normal. This gets to be normal for me now...? It's too good to be true. If I were a happy crier, I'd have broken my month long tear-free streak for sure

[sleepy-wyvern]

The Love Interest | Ethan Landry x Female!Reader Chapter 2

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Scream VI Re-imagined as Ethan Landry's love interest!

Chapter 2 out now!

Read the entire thing over on AO3 (still in the works) but I decided to include chapter 2 here. I probably won't include the rest on tumblr, unsure yet. Please note there ARE Scream 6 spoilers as this is scream VI reimagined! If you want to be added to the taglist, let me know!

All characters in this fic are 18+, and this fic contains EXPLICIT content, MINORS DNI

It really only occurred to you now how silly you must look; a cardboard knight walking in stride with a 1994 movie character in bell bottoms, connected by a thin white wire.

Tongue Tied by GROUPLOVE played over your earbuds while you walked over the New York sidewalk. It was an eerily familiar song for the city, you found yourself able to relax a little as you walked in silence despite the car horns, sirens and city chatter. And of course, your buzzing nerves. Can't forget those, even if you wanted to as the alcohol no longer was fluttering in your brain.

“You know, this song…” you speak up to say something about the song but shrug it off.

You felt him watching you as you pulled your phone out of your pocket looking for a different song “…nevermind, forget about it” you chicken out.

“Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility” he smiles softly and you look at him with a growing smile.

“Did you just quote my character back at me,” you say, sounding shocked and he grins down at you.

“Maybe,” he shrugs cooly.

You laugh into the crisp night air “okay you did say you were a fan too, right?” You ask and he nods, the yellow streetlight illuminating his face as you walk by.

“Tell me about what you were going to say, I’d like to hear” he prods a little “if you’re comfortable with it.”

You purse your lips as you bring back memories of mere months ago “this song is the one I relate the most to moving here. When I got lost trying to find my way back to my dorm from some sushi place. I had to call Anika to come save me, she was more upset I didn't invite her to get sushi.”

A slight laugh escaped his mouth as he looked down at you “was this the first or second time you got lost?”

“Second,” you murmur grinning at your feet watching your bell bottoms glide along as you avoid mysterious puddles, “The first was with my parents when I was little.”

He raises a fluffy eyebrow wanting to hear more.

“It’s not that interesting…” you trail off embarrassed “I eventually found a spider-man that helped me find my parents”

As your eyes trail over him you take notice of his dark, long sleeved shirt underneath his costume framing his torso. Really, underneath his nerdy demeanor he had an attractive frame.

He licks his tongue along his teeth as he smiles, the points of his canines pointing sharply. You wonder what it would be like to push him against the brick storefront wall, pressing your tongue into his mouth then and there. Tasting him, breathing him in. Your body pressed into his cardboard armour, his hands at your waist, fingers tangled in your shirt and-

“So did he charge you?” Ethan speaks oblivious to your thoughts.

“Huh?” You ask, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“The spider-man,” He laughs, “like how they try to charge you $20 for a photo with a costume they bought at Spirit Halloween.”

“Probably Walmart” you smile back at him “No, thankfully he didn’t charge the 6 year old. Unemployment is pretty rough on that age group.”

“It’s a real shame. Must’ve traumatised you from some great movies.” Ethan put his hands in his pockets as you stopped, just now realising that you made it to the theatre.

“Actually, Spider-Man’s probably my favourite superhero. I loved New York as a kid, they had tons of them here. I knew they weren’t real but,” you realised you were rambling as you stood outside the entrance to the cinema.

Ethan looks down at you intently though, prodding you along, eyes beaming through the invisible mask, the real him filled with wonder and amusement.

Don’t leave me tongue tied, the song hums.

“But it was fun to watch the movies, it made me feel like I had my own hero that looked out for me. Even just to find my parents,” he nodded with a genuine smile.

Don’t wave no goodbye,

“I get it. I like that story. For me, I just used to watch it with my brother all of the time.” Suddenly as he reaches the end of his sentence his face recedes back behind the mask, as if hiding away from you behind some dark shadow.

Don’t, the song trails off.

You decide not to prod but change the subject “anyways, do you know if any dogs are killed in this one?”

The corner of his mouth twists upward as you walk up to the lady selling tickets. He shakes his head, curls bobbing “No, I don’t know unfortunately. I’ve been avoiding spoilers like the plague.”

“Uninstalled Twitter for that very reason” you agree.

“Uh, two adults,” Ethan gulps nervously, eyes darting away from the worker who seems bored. You wonder if this is the first time he’s been on a date, but dare not ask.

She hands him the tickets and you take one from him, his fingers brushing against yours making your eyes flutter to meet his in a shy smile “I’ll buy the popcorn,” you insist realising you hadn’t had a chance to offer to pay, too distracted by your goofy knight.

“Oh, uh, you don’t have to” his eyes glance at the floor for only a moment this time before meeting yours, bright and happy.

You purse your lips feeling shy, was this a date? Did it count as one, or, maybe just a movie between friends? Why did these things have to be so complicated…?

You stare at the counter with large computerized screens, advertising all of the combo choices. Popcorn, candy, and soda, yet it felt like your stomach was filled to the brim with cement. You glance over at him in the corner of your eye, his soft lips running as he reads the menu.

“Popcorn to share?” you ask, “I’m not very hungry, but I’d like a coke.” Perhaps the fizzy liquid will dissolve whatever is sitting in your stomach.

“Me too. With butter?” he asked hopeful.

“Real butter,” you laugh and he nods.

Ordering your popcorn you didn’t realise the combo with the candy would be cheaper. When the vendor asks you if you want any you look to Ethan, “what’s your favourite?”

He bites his lower lip, looking over the choice before answering, “sour patch kids,” your mouth waters instinctively thinking over the choice before grabbing them. After paying for the food you make your way down the dark purple carpet to the middle seats in the theatre, walking past the bright light up sign showing the Halloween poster. It dawns on you again how ridiculous you must look together in costume, but other passersby were dressed up, albeit a bit more “normal” looking. But for once, you didn't care how you looked to others. Sitting back into the plush red seats you let out a relaxed sigh, crossing your legs. This was more of your scene than a party.

“You know,” you say, grabbing some popcorn, instinctively messing with your wig, “this is kinda silly but it reminds me of a scene from pulp fiction.” The food falls into your stomach, fluttering there.

“Don’t you hate that?” he speaks while you offer him popcorn, taking a handful making you grin from ear to ear.

“Uncomfortable silences” you continue the Pulp Fiction quote, wiping your lip with your index finger. “You know you’ve found somebody really special when you can just shut the fuck up for a minute.”

You straighten out the white business shirt in your lap before taking a sip of soda, watching him carefully as he holds the popcorn bag in his lap, using his helmet as a tray.

“Unfortunately we’re not quite there yet,” Ethan starts reciting the scene from memory leaning back into his chair, “but we just met each other. I just hope you don’t follow her lead and go to the bathroom to snort coke.”

You laugh while drinking, holding your hand up to your face to avoid any spill, “oh my god,” you manage while Ethan laughs, “you almost made me snort coke but not Mia’s kind.”

“Here,” he puts his hands into his pockets pulling out some tissues while you share a laugh, “I have like, three tissues.”

You smile grabbing them, “thank you my dear gallant knight. The kingdom thanks you for your loyal service” you dab the sweet liquid from your lips.

As the trailers start to roll on the screen before you, you pull your phone out to silence the notifications, lest they interrupt your movie experience.

You lean your head towards him with a whisper “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be” he smiled, eyes looking into yours before flickering back to the screen.

Through the movie you do your best to refrain from chattering, engrossed in the entertainment and forgetting everything bad happening in the world around you for even just a moment. You tug on Ethan’s sleeve, whispering little quips that make him shake his head as you watch.

For a moment, your warm hand brushes over his cool one as you go for popcorn, and you both pull back as if in a cheesy movie, the darkness of the room hiding your red cheeks. When the popcorn is finished you switch to the sour patch kids, holding them between you both. The candy is sweet, sour and sticky in your mouth washing away any bitter nervousness. By the end of the movie you were stretching your arms but you wished you could stay there forever, watching movies in your own little world. But alas, the lights dimmed on revealing the real world back to you.

“It was okay,” you shrug to him, looking at him expectantly.

“I just wish it had more gore,” he sighed “I think I just miss the old comedic gore everywhere movies.”

You nod to him in agreement “I just am a sucker for the nostalgia of the first one.”

You take your phone out and your heart sinks in your chest, blissful ignorance shattered; 10 texts and 5 missed calls from Anika.

Ethan senses your unease but doesn’t look at your phone, only your facial expressions “is… everything okay?”

You run a hand through your hair, a little off put when you remembered you were still wearing a wig. You clutch your phone to your chest, getting up “Anika called me, like 5 times, and she never does that. Let me call her back.”

You dial her number, it rang once before she picked up “where have you been?” she asks “oh right, movie. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but…remember those weirdos from your film study class? Greg I think it was, and Jason?”

Your feet carried you out in the lobby, you felt Ethan trailing behind, dumping the garbage in the bin. He tried to not linger, just keep a respectful distance. You looked back to him, watching him, “yeah I remember them.”

“Well, they were murdered. And they found the same mask that the attackers used against Sam and Tara” your stomach churns as Ethan looks back at you, face distraught with concern as his eyes lock onto yours.

Your mind is filled with images of Tara when you first met. You hadn’t known Sam much, but Tara was always sweet and kind. She loved discussing movies and was overall kind to you, something that was rare to find in people. She hid behind her scars but did her best to move on, build something new.

“Fuck, are they okay?” you sigh feeling your heartbeat rise.

“I’m staying here with Mindy for now, Sam and Tara went to the police station,” Anika replied.

“Okay well, I’ll head back to the dorm room now. Call me, alright? Keep me updated” you say into the phone, stepping closer to Ethan.

You give each other your goodbyes before hitting the red off button on the phone. Ethan stands with his arms crossed, waiting to see if you were comfortable filling him in on the conversation.

“Two guys from my films’ studies class were found dead,” you mumble, moving out of the way so other theatre goers don’t hear your conversation.

He moves his hand out to brush your shoulder, a sensation of comfort. You look back up to him with an easy, but tired, smile.

“You okay?” he asked gently, as if to not scare you away.

“Yeah, I never knew them, they were quiet,” you nod. “I’d better head back to the dorms now.”

You tap your hand against your hips nervously, “you live kinda close, yeah? Would you mind walking me back…? If that’s alright. I mean, I’m just a little nervous going back alone. If you’re uncomfortable I can call an uber-”

“No, it’s okay, my pleasure,” he pauses for a moment putting his helmet on, “besides who would want to challenge me?”

You can't help but let out a laugh as you put a hand to his shoulder, pushing him back slightly “come on my escort.”

Entering the cold night air, you could tell the moon was somewhere in the sky, it's beauty and light hidden by clouds and city smog. You wonder if the sky will ever clear, allowing you to embrace its full beauty.

You offer Ethan an earbud absentmindedly and he accepts wordlessly as you walk, more naturally together down the sidewalk this time, him guiding you along.

The night seems somehow calmer, despite a suspected murderer on the loose. Perhaps it was just a fluke and had nothing to do with Tara and Sam at all, and you had all of this fear for nothing. The music helped keep you calm as you walked until the sirens in the distance, in the way of your dorm building, caught your attention. The sirens got louder and louder as you near the corner of the block.

Ethan looked uneasy, “maybe we should take a different route…” he trails off.

A cop car was stopped at a little bodega along the street, glass was smashed and shards were everywhere. A thin yellow tape guards the place off from any passerby.

Your gut flip flops as you stare at the building, realising what might have happened. It’s not connected, it can't be… right?

You pick up your phone dialing Anika. After three rings she answers and you put her on speaker “where’s Sam and Tara?” You ask.

“I assume they're still at the police station,” She answers “why?”

“There’s this bodega…” you look at Ethan who runs his hands through his hair. He nods to you solemnly “it looks like it was attacked. It’s on the way to the police station from their place, I think…” you trail off.

“Hold on. Tara just texted me.” You can hear tapping against the screen as she checks her messages.

“She said they’re okay, they were attacked,” the blood drains from your face as you look up at Ethan. Suddenly, you wish he would touch you, he seemed too far away. But before the thought could continue Anika spoke again.

“She said he escaped, they’re waiting to be interviewed by Quinn’s dad, Detective Bailey” Anika says and you nod before feeling silly realising she can’t see you “is Ethan still with you right now…?” She trails off.

“I am” Ethan speaks up sounding surprisingly steady.

“Okay, take me off speaker,” Anika says and Ethan blushes looking away shyly as you do.

“Anika?” You whisper into the phone.

“Can you… stay with him tonight? Mindy is fuming at me, she doesn’t think it’s smart for me to leave the apartment tonight. If we stay in pairs of two it's safer.” You look at Ethan who is turned away to give you privacy and you sigh.

“How exactly do I , uh…” you trail off pressing your lips together.

You hear some shuffling on her end “he’s a guy ain’t he? He’ll stay with you any chance he gets.”

“Anika” you scowl at her through the phone.

“Okay, sorry you’re right. He’s a nice guy, Chad knows him well. Mindy is suspicious of everyone but, I don’t think he could hurt a fly. As far as Quinn’s level hookup dates go, you’re safer with this guy. Chads staying at Sam and Taras for the night anyways, it’s better to stick together. If you’re uncomfortable with it, I’ll come back.” It sounded like a genuine offer.

“No, just, stay where you are.” You speak and Ethan looks over your shoulder at your pained voice while you pinch the bridge of your nose, overwhelmed.

“Call me if you need me to come,” Anika replies and you wish you had another drink, even the gross stuff from the party.

“Okay, thanks” you reply, shutting your eyes tight as you end the call.

Looking at Ethan, as he notices the fear in your eyes, his grow a comforting, concerned shine to them “is… is everything alright?”

You look down at your feet “the killer escaped. Chad is staying at Tara and Sams, they don’t know how long they’ll be but he’s staying the night there with Quinn so she’s not alone…” you trail off.

He’s not taking the hint yet, so you need to be more direct.

“Ethan, you should stay at my place tonight,” your face reflects his bright red as you realise your boldness. You add more detail, “Anika doesn’t let anyone sleep in her bed. But I have some extra pillows and blankets, you can stay on the floor… if you’re comfortable with that.” You look down at your thumbs, twiddling them nervously.

God, I’m so pathetic when it comes to boys, you think to yourself. You wonder how Anika does it with girls, it seemed so easy for her with the amount of times she’s batted her eyelashes asking you to bunk at Tara’s for the night because she had a girl over.

He nodded, stiff as a statue, afraid to make the wrong movement to blow his chance with you, “Sure, okay, if you’ll have me.” He paused as if debating adding something but decided against it.

You feel that awkward tension as you did earlier in the night, before the movie and popcorn. But this time mixed with the awkwardness was something else, more unfamiliar. It was akin to anticipation, almost excitement, pulling at the air between you both.

“I have a song to play, if you’re okay with that,” he offers up in the silence.

You nod thankful for the distraction as you haul out your phone and hand it to him. He types in something before handing it back as music fills your ears.

Empty bottles on the floor, Parties over, thank the Lord

“88rising,” you murmur with a smile, “La Cienega. Very subway vibes.”

“Yeah, the name of the song is actually a subway station in LA,”

“You’ve been to LA?” you ask, turning to him.

He laughs a little embarrassed, shaking his head, making his curls bounce the way his lips move, sending fluttering wings inside your stomach.

“No, I guess I just know more than a normal person should about some things.” He shrugged his cardboard covered shoulders, “you showed me your lost in the city song, I’ll show you mine.”

“Lost in the subway?” you ask him, eyes lingering over a passing bus, lights blue white against the black night. It’s filled with other college students, coming and going from who knows where. A girl slumped against a window in a black hoodie, you wondered if she was going home from a shitty job to make ends meet, or a fight with her partner. You noticed things other people didn’t care about and assigned fake stories and lives to passersby. You wondered if he did that, too.

He nods, “yup, when I just moved here for college. I insisted to Chad that I knew my way back. To be fair, I thought I did. Clearly I was not ready for the NYC subway without a spider-man to save me.”

“Well, I still won’t go on it without Anika,” you smile slightly, tugging at your white shirt rounding your dorm building.

Lately I’ve been on my own, the music reminds you of its presence.

“You’ve never been here before have you?” As you ask you realise it’s a stupid question, of course he hasn’t been to yours and Anikas place.

I knew you having fun with me,

“Nope, I haven’t,” he answered, ignoring your thoughts that he wasn’t aware of. He seemed calmer now, more relaxed as you walked together.

When I’m nearby you’ll know, like oh no,

You take comfort in his calmness, causing your own tension to ease “I hope you don’t mind a bit of a mess. Totally all Anika, none of it me” you say.

And when will I see you,

“Well, let's just say I’m glad it's not my room,” he licks his lips after speaking.

Can you hear me loud and clear?

“I’m sure you have more movie posters than me though,” you smile.

You swipe your key-card to open the door before looking back at Ethan. He seemed more nervous now as you got closer and closer. He ran his thumb along his cardboard helmet, tapping against it nervously.

Pawn on every chessboard,

The walk down the hall to your room seems to stretch out over eternity, you reach your mind to grasp at something, anything to say to break the tension.

Used 'til they get bored

“Mi casa, su casa,” you say flicking the light switch on, dimly lighting the room.

Ethan steps inside your room, and the moment he does a cold chill washes over your entire body and you’re unsure where exactly it came from. Closing the door behind him you lock the deadbolt but the wind lingered, stuck inside. Trapped.

Smile when they yell, checkmate.

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[thessalian]

Thess vs Not-Really-Shopping

Still reinstalling so, so many games. Probably not all of the games, not right now, but ... some games I thought I’d never touch again. Like, Baldur’s Gate 3. I was going to say I’m not sure why I’m bothering, but ... I guess I know. It’s because it was a gift and it was really expensive and it does have some good qualities and maybe the bug that more or less fucked me over in my last playthrough has been fixed by now. I mean, it’s due for actual release at the end of next month, and the dev notes say they’ve been working really hard to get it done. I’m still leery, but mostly because I really do not like how the companions are written. If this was an actual TTRPG, this is the kind of thing that I would very definitely discuss with people in a session zero, because this amount of antagonistic bullshit is just ... no, for me. You’re a bunch of people in a lot of trouble working towards a common goal, so maybe you should be trying to find a bit more common ground to make the whole experience tolerable instead of leaning into your personal prejudices hard enough to make life really uncomfortable for the good-natured random stranger in your midst? I get they kind of want “dark and edgy”, does Larian, but I don’t think anyone gave them the memo about “sometimes you need some counterpoint to that or it just becomes this endless slog through unrelenting nasty and who actually wants to play that?” I guess some people do, because a lot of people like it a lot more than I do - and in fact like the companions a lot more than I do - but I’ve mostly been warming to the ones who aren’t constantly sniping at everyone, constantly trying to pick a fight, and occasionally threatening to kill the rest of the party. Seriously, if this was a TTRPG, some of this shit would land the entire game on r/rpghorrorstories over on Reddit. Buuuuuuuut my basically-brother bought it for me when it first came out on early access and it was really expensive and I feel like I have to keep trying. So I will keep trying.

(Divinity 2 can go piss up a rope, though; their companions are even worse.)

I’m also installing the Dishonored games. I don’t generally do well with first person, but I’m going to try again anyway. I’ve been running a homebrew Dishonored TTRPG; not having played the actual game feels like a missed opportunity. While those who have played told me I had the vibe remarkably well for someone who’s never touched the games, I still kind of want to try. I mean, not immediately, because between pollen and increased barometric pressure because of one banger of a thunderstorm heading in this direction, my head can’t really take it.

In a similar vein, the Bioshock games. Well, okay, possibly not Bioshock 2, because the idea of playing as a Big Daddy is kind of offputting, but I want to play the original - or maybe more the remastered original. It’s first person and that’s always a bugger in combat for me, not to mention the headaches, but I only want the story and there’s a god mode so it’s fine. That’s generally my way out of “games I struggle with playing”, honestly - it gives me some breathing room to get used to how things work before I get about eighteen different shades of headachy and / or frustrated. Unfortunately that’s not so much an option in games like Dishonored or Assassin’s Creed (I own a few of those too and I’m also reinstalling them, and at least there’s not the first-person bit to worry about), but maybe if I do things like Bioshock and possibly The Outer Worlds (though I recall a bugger of a migraine the last time I tried it; though that was before the new glasses ... except the ‘new’ glasses were a couple of years ago and I probably need my prescription checked again), I’ll get enough feel for first person to give Dishonored a proper try. I mean, going through old files, I have been forcibly reminded that I was something of a beast on the original Overwatch so that should carry over a bit. I mean, sure, I was very careful to take screen breaks between matches in a way that destroys immersion in a story-driven game, but there’s also not the “too many bright lights / bright colours / particle effects” issue with Dishonored and Bioshock that I had in Overwatch. So maybe it’ll balance out?

It’s kind of nice, this. While I’m glancing between the Steam sale and my wishlist and going, “Meeeeeeeeeeeh...” because not sure if I want any of them that much right now, I’m also getting functionally ‘new’ games at my disposal without having to spend anything. Not to mention that it’s the same shopping feel of “Do I want this enough to have it at my disposal right now?” - though in this case it’s “Does the minor annoyance of having to wait to play anything until it’s downloaded outweigh the joy I’ll have in having it at my fingertips?” instead of “Could the money be better spent elsewhere?”, so it’s way less high stakes. Which is honestly all to the good - I am so susceptible to sticker shock it’s not even funny.

Now, of course, it’s deciding which one to play first. I mean, part of my current play time is devoted to my second play through of Wylde Flowers (turned out I did miss an outfit but the dev team was kind enough to point out which one and it was an easy fix so CRAFT ALL THE THINGS achievement huzzah!), but ... so many gaaaaaaames. Though I’m supposed to have a Shenanigans session tonight so I can’t get into anything too ... involved. Though more so than I thought today because I was going to go out and pick up some things but ... pissing it down with rain with incoming thunderstorms, and I can’t hold an umbrella. Even a quick pop to the corner shop is going to be a bit much, never mind “out to the grocery store for basmati rice and more little marshmallows for my hot chocolate”. Though with three servings of lamb dopiaza and aloo gobi after a cooking bonanza last night, the basmati rice may be non-negotiable. Regular old white rice just is not the same, and I’m not paying corner shop prices for basmati; I refuse. The prices the supermarkets are charging are bad enough.

Aaaaaaaand that’s a rant I don’t want to go into so I’m going to go back to looking over my Uninstalled folder (and maybe my Nope folder) and see if there’s anything else I want Right This Second Now. Also check my zinnias because they were looking a little droopy this morning and I want to make sure they perked up after the watering. Yeah, pissing it down with rain and somehow none of it got into my window boxes.

#Thess plays video games

[commaclear]

[she took the kids au] -- so about four to five months after fundy "left",,, a lot changed. wilbur now worked from home. techno came by often, he never really spoke about work, he made sure to leave out fundy especially in conversation. wilbur spends his day either in his bed working, playing a pretty acoustic guitar quackity had bought him for their anniversary. sometimes tommy comes and plays video games with him after school. he likes life now,,, well as much as you can when 4/7 days a week you cry yourself to sleep. quackity always stops by 2 or 3 days to spend the night. sometimes they watch a movie and cuddle,, other times a little more than that. one morning the two wake up, smiling tiredly and exchanging heavenly soft kisses. "mmm,,, wil, its Monday,," "cant you call in a sub?" "I gotta save those days for emergencies,,," quackity kissed wilburs forehead. "slimes over at karls this week,,, so I can come Tuesday night how about that?" wilbur thought for a second like he had an actual schedule, "yeah that sounds nice," he sat up and grabbed quackitys phone to give him, "we can meet at the bar, maybe catch a movie!" he suggested "I love that!" quackity tied his tie and folded up the pajamas he wore last night.

the two walked out the house and over to quackitys car, wilbur missing the concerned look from his brother and phil. Quackity buckled in his car and spoke to wilbur causally about their Wednesday night plans. "so 5 sounds good?" quackity whispered to wilbur

"yeah, thats good with me." wilbur smiled and leaned closer to quackity

"maybe dress up a lil bit, you could wear that shirt I always like,,," quackity drew closer and closer towards wilbur and stared at his lips. "you gonna give me a goodbye kiss or,,,?" wilbur smiled and quackity kissed him lovingly the two pulled away laughing, quackity looked up into wilburs eyes, soon sending a worried look to the eyebags becoming more and more apparent.

wilbur watched quackity drive off. As he headed inside, he noticed techno giving him a strange glance. "what?" "nothing" "do you have something to say?" "nope, you can head upstairs because I'm perfectly fine." wilbur felt that angry feeling creep up, ignoring phils look telling him to go upstairs and sleep in. "no I think you're upset about something," wilbur walked towards what I cant feel a little happy while drowning in a pit of despair?"

"im not against you being happy wilbur, im just making sure this isn't some spiral you're taking quackity for a ride in"

"excuse me?!" "he left four and a half months ago wil, there's no way you've just- completely moved on from that!" techno huffed, " and quackitys got enough stress right now! " "I know that! and were both fine! why cant you just leave me alone and stay out of me and my boyfriends business!" "not when its causing my dad and my family stress!" "techno-" phil pleaded. "wha-" wilbur looked over to phil, "what stress am I causing you?! i work, I eat, I sleep, and do everything I can to help you around!" "wilbur its okay, I'm not stressed over you," phil turned to techno, "please, don't start this now." "what? i cant be a genius or a prodigy so I'm just a stress hazard for everyone!? yeah I know having a 30 year old that still lives with his dad and isn't allowed to have any contact with his kid isn't such a great footnote during interviews!" wilbur yelled "wilbur! you know that's not true!" phil stood up in anger. "yeah I'm sure its not! its definitely not the reason you haven't spoken jack shit about technos new book deal!" wilbur started to starom upstairs "Language! tommy right here" techno yelled "oh fuck you!" wilbur screamed before he slammed his door. techno sat back in his seat and huffed. wilbur grabbed one of his pillows and muffled the biggest scream ever before punching it aggressively. He fell onto his bed and curled up, feeling significantly colder than he did just 30 minutes ago.

*hand trembling with either pain or excitement, I slowly hand you a cheap souvenir mood ring*

#mmmm future plans #anons my beloved #hi thirsty im dad #htid she took the kids au

[rileyandreagan-blog]

9-23-23 12:12pm "Goodbyes if not given the opportunity"

My dear children,

Yesterday was kind of a rough one for daddy. yesterday would be mommy and daddys 4 years and 8 months of being married. I made the mistake before of letting the small things go and not paying attention to things that can make mommy happy. I believe it was my fault and I promise I will never make that same mistake again. I stopped celebrating the small things like being married for another month. I bought mommy flowers because I know she loves getting them and I just wanted her to know that I'm here for the long run. I want mommy to feel special because she is. You know daddy isn't a person who actually likes to dance, and I don't know why. Maybe I just feel stupid when I do or maybe I'm just self conscious when I do. Either way, I told mommy that I won't make that mistake again. I will dance with your mommy any time she wants me to and make sure she knows that I'm always going to try and keep the spark and love alive between us.

2 days ago, one of daddys friends got into a really bad car accident. His name is Turner Conway and he's one of the best MTB bike riders around the Inland Empire. A promising young man who has a whole life ahead of him with so much potential. He was driving his truck and got into an accident where the truck rolled 2 times and in that accident he was ejected from the vehicle causing him to fly out and hit his head really hard. He's currently at Loma Linda hospital lying in a bed in a coma. It really scares me because something like that was an accident and the simple fact that he didn't make it home to his family is very sad. It makes me think of life and how tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. It makes me think, what if that happened to me? What if I was in a terrible car accident and I didn't make it home? What if I was in a coma and my life is being held together by a thread?...Would mommy care? Would mommy regret her actions and how she wants this separation? Would she cry for me? Would she regret not telling me that she loves me? A lot has been weighing on my mind and it can sometimes put me into a deep state of depression.

I told mommy a long time ago that I would never let a day go by that I don't tell her that I love her. I always tell you girls the same thing, I will never leave you without telling you that I love you. I want you 2 girls and your mommy to know that I love you so much and that you guys are the best things in my life for the rest of my life. I never want to skip the opportunity to tell the people that I love how much they mean to me.

So, just for my own piece of mind and for you guys to have some sort of understanding, I would like to say this to you...

Should God decide that it is my time to go before I can talk to you or say goodbye, I want you girls to know, I couldn't have asked God for anything better. You girls are my inspiration. You girls breathe life back into daddy when I can't do it on my own. Watching you grow has been one of the most, if not THE most rewarding thing in my life. I'm so proud of who you girls are and who you're becoming.

Riley, my first baby. You are kind, beautiful, caring, considerate, and a ton of other amazing traits that God has given you. You never fail to be the best you and I'm genuinely amazed of how much you can understand at 10 years old. You are the best big sister to Reagan and I know she loves you so much. You are an extraordinary example for Reagan to look up to and become a great person. Before you were born, I thought I knew what "LOVE" really meant and what it's supposed to be. I was far from the true understanding of it. When I first heard you cry and I got to hold you, I fell in love all over again. That was the moment that I knew what love really is. You made me reframe my thoughts of love and I can only thank YOU for that. You gave me the gift of understanding what "unconditional love" is. I knew from that moment that I will always be there for you, I will always care for you, I will always appreciate you and that I will always do my best to be a great daddy and make you proud. I want you to know that I will always be with you and I will live in your heart. Every time you need me, just close your eyes and look deep into your heart, and daddy will be there, I'm always there. I told you that you are and will always be my best friend. Best friends are always there no matter what. Daddy will always live through you. I will always be beside you no matter what, helping you through hard times and cheering you on during the good times. I love you ateh and nothing or nobody will ever be able to change that.

Reagan, my "bunso". Mommy and daddy prayed for you so much before you were born. We wanted to have another baby and we were trying for a little while but it just never happened. I kept praying and praying that God would allow us to have you but at the same time understanding that it's not in our control. We left it to God to decide. We had to accept that "maybe we might not be able to have another baby". One day, daddy was having a hard time at work and nothing seemed to be going right. When I came home, i wanted to just decompress and relax before I can do anything else. Mommy comes into the room and tells me that she need to go to the doctor and iI asked "why?". She then puts 2 pregnancy test on my desk and they both say "POSITIVE". I looked at mommy smiling, and all I can say was "Are you serious?!" Tears are already filling my eyes because I've been wanting you for a long time. Mommy is laughing with tears in her eyes as well and i hugged her so hard because we were so happy that God listened to our prayers. God blessed us and made you completely healthy without any complications. With you currently being only 2 years old, I've already seen your future and the type of person you're growing up to become. You're full of charisma, happiness, love, and personality. Anyone who gets a chance to meet you, always falls in love with how infectious your positivity is. Your first words were "DADA" and I can't help but even smile right now just typing this. I want you to know that YOU are also my best friend along with your ateh and mommy. Daddy will also ALWAYS be with you. When you feel a sense of loneliness, sadness, or anger, reach inside from your heart and feel the warmth. Feel that hug around your heart. Thats daddy. I will hold you until you feel that you're okay and that you can handle your hard times. When you're happy, excited, or even nervous, That grip on your heart is daddy letting you know that "You will be just fine, I always got your back". You and I share the bond of being the youngest of the siblings and I want you to know I understand everything that you're going through. I love you bunso, and I always will.

Whitney, My love, My forever, My person, My angel. I've made a lot of mistakes and I've always been so unsure of everything that I have done in my life because I've been so used to failing, but marrying you was the only thing that I knew for a fact was a certainty. I knew this wasn't a mistake and this was one thing I've always been so sure of. The only thing that makes me sad is that I wish you can only see yourself through my eyes. When I look at you, I see everything. I can see the hurt, the pain, the sadness. But I also see a lot more positive things. I can see the hope, the love, the ambition, the care, the strength, and the willingness. I call you my angel because you have literally saved me. When we first met, I wasn't in the best place. I was broken, hurtful, selfish, inconsiderate and even evil. In my eyes, you've taught me how to be everything opposite to those traits. It took a lot of time and work for me to become the man I am and I'm constantly learning and along the way I will still make mistakes because I'm not perfect. But you are the only one who believed in me when nobody else would. You're the one who inspired me to change and have the willingness to learn. You loved and cared for me when I had nothing to offer you. It only takes a God given angel like yourself to be that person. Angels can feel sad, mad and even disappointed but they always believe and influence someone to be the best person possible. They're full of forgiveness and mercy like our God in heaven. You had nothing to gain by being with me and yet you decided to. It always boggles my mind when I think about how kind and loving you have been to me. If this is the last letter you have of me to look back on and I'm no longer around, I just want to say sorry for all the pain and hurt that I've caused you. I want to also say thank you for being that angel for me. Loving you and being your husband has been an honor, a blessing, and privilege. I'm always going to be with you as well my love, along with our 2 babies. Should I not be around, I want you to know that I don't want you to be afraid. I don't want you to be hurt or sad that I'm gone. Live life with our beautiful daughters and celebrate that fact that you have this day. I will be buried with this ring on my finger and with love in my heart. Close your eyes and put your heart at ease. Visit me in your dreams, I'll always wait for you there. Forever and ever til death do us part.

My 3 ladies, I love you with my whole heart and I will forever be grateful for the times we've shared together. One day God will allow us to be together again in a place where there will be no more pain, no more suffering, and no more sadness. I will be there, waiting for you, excited and hopeful that we will see each other again. Pray and pray that we will be together again someday, Only God can give us that opportunity.

with love overflowing from my heart,

-Daddy

[survey--s]

325.

1. What time did you wake up this morning? What was the first thing you thought about? Around 6.45am - my first thought was “What time is it?” and then “Why the bloody hell is the dog whining at this time?!” lol.

2. Did you have any unread text messages when you woke up this morning? Nope. I don’t really text anyone much these days, though.

3. When was the last time you had to get a new phone? What happened to your old phone? About 6-8 months ago. I needed a new one as my old one was dying, basically. The battery wasn’t holding charge and it kept crashing whenever I was taking photos or using mobile data. I need my phone for work so I need to be able to use mobile data etc.

4. Can you name 5 people that you used to be close to, but aren’t anymore? Explain why. Uh, I’ll just name five people I lost contact with over the years - Linnet, Mandy, Alex, Nathan and Lucy.

5. Do you know anyone who seems very unreliable when it comes to texting, and never texts back? I mean, I’m pretty rubbish at texting back. I have good intentions but then get distracted and forget. Or, I think I’ve replied and then realise several days later that I haven’t, or I’ve written an answer and haven’t pressed send lol.

6. Have you ever fallen asleep in the middle of texting someone? Not in the middle of sending a text, but in the middle of a text conversation, yes.

7. What sort of day have you had so far? What plans do you have for this evening? I’ve actually had a really lovely morning so far, it’s been so chilled. I woke up early but lazed in bed for a while, got up, had a shower/breakfast, did laundry and I’ve just been messing around online and watching Disney+ ever since.

8. Do you have a bag of some kind, that you use daily, to carry your belongings? What does it look like? Yeah, it’s a blue crossbody bag with dalmatians, beagles and pugs on it. The strap is brown leather.

9. Are you wearing any perfume/cologne? Yeah, vanilla body spray. And the candle I have burning is also vanilla scented so my house just smells amazing right now, lol.

10. Do you have any personalised jewellery, or colour changing mood jewellery? No. I used to have a necklace which was two entwined rings with mine and Mike’s initials on it, but my hair kept getting knotted in it.

11. What was the last cosmetic product that you bought? Shampoo and conditioner, if that counts.

12. What was the last thing you wore, that belonged to someone else? Uh, Mike’s t-shirt until I split pizza down the front of it, lol.

13. Do you talk to your close friends about personal things, like sex and periods? No, I don’t really feel the need to talk about that stuff with anyone, really.

14. Imagine for a second, that you’ve married the person you currently love/like. Replace your own surname with their surname, and say it to yourself, in your head. Does that sound good to you? We are married ad it is my name, so...I mean, it just sounds normal to me now. It definitely felt weird at first though, haha.

15. What was the last compliment you gave to someone of the opposite sex? I don’t remember off the top of my head.

16. Who was the last person to send you a message containing an attachment? What was the attachment? Uhh, pass. Probably my mum or something.

17. Have you ever upset the person you love/like? Sure, you’re never going to get on with your life partner all the time.

18. Do you know where your parents are at this moment? I assume they’re both at home but I couldn’t tell you for sure. 

19. Have you ever kissed a picture of someone? Sure.

20. When was the last time you had a conversation with a stranger? What did you talk about? Uh, I suppose yesterday? He was just asking about the dog and I was answering his questions. It wasn’t a very interesting conversation, lol.

21. Have you ever kissed someone whose name started with ’M’? What colour were that person’s eyes? Yeah, everyday lol. He has blue/grey eyes. My ex also had a name beginning with M and he had green eyes.

22. What colour is your underwear? Where did you buy it? Black, and it’s from George, I think.

23. What’s your natural hair colour? Do you like it? Brown. It’s okay, a bit boring though.

24. When was the last time you uploaded a selfie? A few minutes ago, but it was more for the cat than anything else.

25. Have you ever been told that you were good in bed? Sure.

26. Have you ever felt as though you wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone? Yeah, we wouldn’t be married if i hadn’t felt that way.

27. Do you know anyone with the last name “Williams”? Yes, a few people, it’s pretty common.

28. Do you have chocolate in your house atm? What kind is it? Loads, lol. Thorntons, Lindt, Dairy Milk, KitKats and more.

29. If you have pets, do you talk to them? Yes and yes. I probably talk to my pets more than I talk to anyone else.

30. Finally, where did you find this survey? On someone’s Tumblr.

#survey #surveys

[mariolandavid]

First stop Singapore! Clocking in 6652 miles on the first flight, we high tailed it out of London, and sucked it up on the 14 hour flight to Singapore (one of 6 mega flights this trip.. more to come later)

Leaving at a civilised hour at midday and only having to ignore 50 or so whatsapps asking "anyone else get COVID at that wedding 2 days ago?" Mariola and I blissfully skipped away from our day to day existence to try something new for 6 months.

This was one of the smoothest long distance flights i've actually ever taken. I slept 5 hours. Five. That's probably more than I was averaging in a comfortable double bed in a London flat in the first week we bought our dog, so if I'm counting blessings, the ability to pass out on a journey this long, is one of the things the Lord and his cronies get a fist bump for.

Along the way, I made some observations. Americans remain the loudest species in existence. A remarkably particularly noticeable American sat behind us for the first leg of our flight to Paris. Sandra was apopleptic you see that the customs staff had questioned her ability to know, recite, or follow rules for you see Sandra wasn't a rulebreaker. If anything the opposite. Sandra wanted as much of the world as possible to know that she worked in a global firm in the compliance department and probably knew more rules than you had forgotten. Inbetween having her conversation smashed over my head in the style of a dinner plate at a Greek wedding, I reflected on how many rules I knew. 10 from the Bible. One from fightclub. Perhaps another 2 or 3 from my local swimming pool. Nothing close to Sandra. I'll never forget Sandra, but that's probably due to volume more than anything more telling.

Air France also has remarkably good food if you like Dairy.. if you don't, i'm sorry. You will not eat much. There was a particularly amsing Yoghurt Drink that seemed to portray some form of hi-jinks adventure designed to offer a cautionary tale as to the dangers of gout. Having worked with several people who suffered with gout, jesus, I don't want gout. Cautionary tale heeded. Thanks Michel and Augustin

Giggling to myself at "Michel & Agustin and the tribulations of Gout"

Changi Airport is basically Westfield, but planes happen to be allowed as well.

All in all though the flight was a pleasant enough experience. Entertainment a bit lacking but hey, if a 6 month trip isn't the opportunity that I finally take to say to myself "no, this time I will actually finish The Wire" then when will I? So as i busied myself watching 16 year old Michael B Jordan and young Idris Elba paging each other relentlessly, we flew through the sky, hurtling to our destination.

The portal into singapore for most is Changi airport. Which is effectively the most high specced shopping mall in existence. Someone then thought they'd likely drive more foot traffic if international visitors could literally be flown in. It's an astonishing building, glass and steel for miles. You can buy designer clothes, tea, food, or entertain yourself with an enormous hole in the skylight imitating Niagra falls. It's something else. Singapore is also easy on the language barrier acclimation level, with effectively the vast majority of signage and conversation in English, which really helps when you aren't certain what day it is or why Boris Johnson hasn't resigned yet.

Having a rooftop pool after 14 hours is the universe (and oddly Ibis budget) looking out for you

She was all smiles while thinking she enjoyed extra chili…

Singapore itself as a city is high flying, modern, commercialised and sleek on first impressions. It's a certainty that we'll unearth more cultural and old world pursuits, but on first impression this place seems like a modern metropolis. Rooftop pools and swanky restaurants abound. It's not the fabled "cheap when you're there" south East Asia you may have heard of. Stuff ain't cheap here outside of a Hawker market.

Speaking of which, if you're here, go to one of these delightful spots. You can try anything from Hainanese chicken, to Prawn Laksa and any number of chinese, malay or singaporean dishes to the fabled chili crab which seems to come with a small Black and Decker kit to eat. All this will set you back on average $6 a plate.. which is a ton more affordable than some of the other fayre in town and at no sacrifice of the quality.

It's a relatively easy first night for us. No time on the town given I barely remember if it's Wednesday or if I'm now melted into my plane seat and will reside there forevermore. It's not time for high balls, Soju or Singapore Slings yet, an early night in the Ibis, surrounded by our makeshift travel laundry hanging set up is plenty for night one.

It's hard though to sleep for all of the excitement that day one brings. The promise of hundreds more nights of adenture and unknown stretching out before us. Singapore is just the beginning, but it's been a good one so far

Signing out! Dave W

[bodyswapmischief]

Holiday Special: Twelve Months of Transformation

[Part 2 of 12]

February

As January came to an end, Nick's graying hair problem worsened. The dye that he used on his hair became less and less effective. By the beginning of February, Nick had to literally dye his hair everyday.

It would be the first thing he did every morning. And, by night time, his salt and peppered hair would be back. In just a week he spent over 100 dollars on hair dye. I can't keep going like this, he thought to himself. But, I have to. I can't let whatever is happening to me... beat me.

He hated that this was bothering him so much. He wished he could just except that his hair was going grey. But, he couldn't. He even brought it up to his younger girlfriend. "What it's natural for and old man to get grey hair." She jokingly laugh.

"I'm not old... I'm only 35... 5 years older than you." Nick replied in frustration. He was upset that his girlfriend wasn't taking this seriously.

"Calm down... you just gotta make sure to by permanent hair dye. Not the stuff that can just wash out." She tried ti reassure Nick.

Nick just sighed feeling crazy. I have been buy permanent hair dye, he thought to himself.

The next day he woke up to start the daily hair dying process. More hair on the side of his head was turning white. The hair on the top of his head was losing more sheen with more white hair starting to sprinkled in. Instead of the jet black hair he once had, it was now a dark charcoal gray. He sighed feeling defeated.

He looked around for his dye. But, he couldn't find it. Amongst the choas, he noticed something. Maybe he's been to stress to see it before. But, his hair was a lot longer and shaggy than it should have been. Making his graying hair more prominent.

The it hit him. He wasn't sure why he hadn't thought of it before. He decided to go to his barber. Maybe he would have a solution for his gray hair.

His hair raced as he realized this was the first time seeing his barber with his now graying hair. "Damn what kinda of dye job do you get." His barber shouted as Nick walked into the shop.

"It's not a dye job... my hair is going grey." Nick's face went red.

"That's not possible... I just cut your hair in December... you couldn't have gone this gray... this fast, naturally." The barber exclaimed.

The two men continued talking and settled on it being cause by stress.

"I was going ask. The dye I've been using... it seems to only hold on my hair for a day. Do you have any recommendations for hair dye." Nick asked.

"Yeah, actually I do." The barber said, as he pulls out a jar. "You can't use those cheap brands from the store. I got this shipped directly from China. I dyed someone's hair with this a month ago. Forgot to wear gloves. The color is still on my hands." He raises his hands showing so find black markings. Nick bought the jar of him, hoping thisbwould be the answer to his problems.

The next day he dyed his hair. To his excitement the dye stayed on his hair the whole day. He woke up the next day, expecting to have to dye his hair again, but his hair was still jet black. A week goes by and the color was still holding strong.

For the fist time in a long time, Nick felt relaxed. He could finally focus on work, his girlfriend, hanging out with friends. But, all good things come to an end.

Late one night. Nick jolted awake. His body and face was extremely itchy. He itched at his body through the clothes he wore to bed. But, it didn't help. He reach for his face and felt a thick beard on his recently hairless face.

He ran to the bathroom and his heart sank as his eyes where hit with his reflection. His graying hair was back. But, that was the lease of his worries. On his face was a thick graying beard. His arms were now cover in forest of dark hair. As, dark gray hair also poked out of the neck of his shirt.

He began removing his clothes revealing that hair now covered almost every inch of his body. A body that for his entire life has been relatively hairless. He couldn't even grow a beard, just a day ago. Worst was the dark body hair was already beginning to go gray in different places.

If he already looked 40 with is graying hair, now he looked like he was well into his mide to late 40's with his graying beard and body hair.

In a panic, Nick's eyes began to tear up. "What the fuck is happening to me." He screamed. He felt like collapsing into a hairy ball of self pity. But, he buried his sadness. He had to do something about it. He rushed to a convenient store. And, bought everything he need to make himself hairless, again.

He shave his beard with a trimmer, followed by a razor. He smiled as he saw his clean shaving face. It just something else I have to add to the list of things I need to do know, he told himself. He continued to trim, shave, and put hair removing cream on different parts of his body. It took hours but he was finally done. He finished up with dying his hair one again.

He smiled as he looked like himself once again. But, the smile faded as he noticed a thick 5 o'clock shadow sat on his face again. His just laughed at how absurd everything happening to him was. And, he shaved his face again, twice in one morning. By the time he was done it was time to got to work. He brought extra shavers with him, just incase.

As the day went on, Nick noticed that a thick 5 o'clock shadow would come back every hour. And, ever hour he went to the work restroom to shave. Around lunch time, his body started itching. He went to the rest, again, as show his body hair was starting to grow back. Making his body very prickly and uncomfortable. What the fuck, he screamed in his head. There has to be something wrong with my hormones. He proceeded to reshape his face and any body hair that was covered by his suit, mainly his hands amd knuckles.

Later on, one of his coworkers walked in to hand Nick some paper work. "Oh, it's good to see your embracing the gray."

"Oh, yeah, thanks." Nick instinctively replied. He was a bit confused by what his friend meant. He pulled out his phone to see the dye was already out of his hair. What it doesn't even last a day anymore, he questioned himself.

Something was really wrong and Nick no longer could hide it. Instantly he dailed his medical insurance. "Hello, I would like to make an appointment with a hormone imbalance specialist." The operator replied that the closest appointment possible would be in the middle of March. Nick feared he could wait that long but, with out no other choice he booked the appointment.

But, would I be able to survive whatever is happening to my body until than, he asked himself.

#body #swap #mishief #transformation #tf #male body tf #male body transformation story #male tf story #silver fox tf #young to old #age modification #age progression #12 Months of Transformation

[ragingbookdragon]

I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 2

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language and Angst!

Author's Note: It's amazing how much one can write when they've got a story to tell, eh? Enjoy! -Thorne

Set Three Years After PT. 1:

Life for her revolved around work in the A.M. and community college in the P.M. If she wasn’t brewing cappuccinos and baking apple turnovers, she was writing research papers and taking physics exams. It was hectic and it was hard, much harder than anything she’d done, but it was her life, and she was going to make the best of it. The money she’d taken from her savings account had only lasted her long enough to get a decent one bedroom one bathroom apartment in a small complex and the rest went towards tuition. The coffee shop two blocks from her building had fortunately been looking for a new hire when she arrived, and she took the chance where it was, not going to look the gift horse in its mouth.

The life she lived now was a complete 180 from her old one. Back then, she didn’t have to work (though she did at a high-end department store in the mall—her father got her the job but at least she had one) and there wasn’t anything she couldn’t get with a swipe of a credit card. Now she was on a budget that consisted of five and ten tips and the last time she actually bought a new pair of shoes over a hundred dollars had been last year when she needed them for an interview, and even then, it cost her a limb.

Everything was so different, but she didn’t want to go back, preferring to be on her own and away from Gotham. From the newspapers and media, her family had convinced the world that she’d taken a few years to go overseas and spend time in Europe. A mental reprieve, they’d called it. Partially true if she was honest, but she wasn’t going to open her mouth about it lest they learned where she was. She didn’t go through all that trouble to be found within three years.

“Melisandre.”

Maybe I should move again?

“Melisandre?”

Moving would take a long time but it would be effective.

“Melisandre!”

Someone grabbed her arm over the counter, and she jerked with a start, eyes widening as she finally realized someone was standing in front of her.

“Barry?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Finally,” he snorted. “I’ve been calling your name for like ten minutes now.”

She felt a flush creep along her cheeks, and she smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I was thinking about something. Usual?” she murmured, marking a disposable coffee cup with a marker.

Barry nodded with understanding and handed her a credit card. “I hear you. How’s studying going for that physics exam?” His blue eyes darted to the science book she had sprawled over the counter.

“It’s going,” she muttered and turned, starting to mix together his latte. “I still can’t get the thermodynamic laws down. They’re a bit confusing.”

“Yeah, it’ll take a while. You know if you need my help, all you gotta do is ask, right?”

Shrugging, she glanced at him as she poured. “You’re a busy man, Barry. I can’t have you trying to help me while trying to solve cases too.”

Barry chuckled and accepted the freshly poured latte. “I’m an excellent multitasker, Melisandre. Besides, you don’t have to worry about it messing with my work.” She opened her mouth to retort but he cut her off. “Seriously, shoot me an email about whatever questions you’ve got, and I’ll take a look at ‘em, okay?”

Her eyes narrowed warily, and she inquired, “You’re sure it won’t interfere? I’d hate for you to get in trouble for working on non-work-related things.”

“I promise, Melisandre,” he smiled and accepted a bag of apple turnovers too. He couldn’t help but pull one out and bite into it, letting out a delighted noise. “God, what do you put in these things? They’re phenomenal.”

She giggled and winked as he handed her a twenty. “A baker never reveals her secret, but if you really want to know, I use a little vanilla extract.”

Barry shook his head with a chuckle and started making his way to the door. “See you later, Melisandre!”

Waving at him, she called, “Bye Barry! Take care!”

Just as he opened the door, he stopped and spun around, suddenly asking, “Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”

Blinking, she glanced at the physics book then back to him. “Well, I was going to be studying for the exam…why?”

“My nephew is in town and I wanted to introduce him to you. I’ve already mentioned you a bunch of times and he wants to meet you.”

Her face pinched. “Barry Allen, what did you tell that poor boy?”

He stuck his tongue out at her. “That there’s a lonely college student who has no friends but has the greatest baking abilities in the world.”

“I cannot believe you told him I had no friends! Why!”

“You don’t.”

“Well, yeah! But still! You don’t just tell someone that! It makes me seem like there’s something wrong with me!”

Barry waved a hand. “Relax. Wally’s the least jerky person you’ll meet.” He smiled. “You’ll like him.”

She frowned. “I still don’t think this is a good idea, Barry.”

“Why not?”

“Well, he’s here to see you and your wife, not come meet the person who feeds your apple turnover addiction.”

The blonde’s cheeks turned a dark shade of crimson and he spluttered, “It is not an addiction!” he spun around and marched through the door. “I’ll send him over tomorrow! Bye!”

And he left before she could even say a word.

***

It had to be hieroglyphics. It was either that or some ancient cuneiform he’d recently taken up interest in, because there was no way whatever he’d written on the paper was English.

She cocked her head to the side, muttering, “Jesus Christ, Barry, did you write this on a caffeine bender? Your writing is like chicken scratch.” She tipped her head to the other side trying to decipher it when someone leaned over her shoulder.

“Which problem do you need help on?” they asked, and she pointed to the sheet.

“I have no idea what that says.” She turned and saw a red-haired stranger. “If you think you can, be my guest.”

He took it and read over it a moment, green eyes scanning over the page then he said, “Let’s see, he wrote first, ‘The third law of thermodynamics states that the entropy of a system at absolute zero is a well-defined constant. This is because a system at zero temperature exists in its ground state, so that its entropy is determined only by the degeneracy of the ground state.’”

Pausing, he scanned it again and added, “Then he marked a note beside it and wrote, ‘In simplistic terms, if an object reaches the absolute zero temp. of (0 K = -273.15C = -459.67°F), its atoms will stop moving. In other words, at absolute zero, the entropy of a perfectly crystalline substance is zero.’”

Glancing at her, he smiled. “Make sense now?”

She huffed and nodded, taking the sheet back. “Yeah, thanks. I don’t even know how you managed to get all that from his writing.”

He nodded. “Yeah, Barry’s handwriting is deplorable.”

Her eyes went wide, and she immediately questioned, “How did you?”

Sticking a hand out, he greeted, “Wally West. I’m Barry’s nephew.”

Shaking his hand, she couldn’t help but laugh. “I can’t believe he actually told you to come up here and meet me.” A smile came across her lips. “I’m Melisandre Hale.”

“That’s a pretty name, Melisandre.”

“Thank you,” she grinned and waved him to one of the bar-stools on the adjacent side of the counter. “Have a seat and I’ll get you something to eat and drink.” As she slid behind the counter, she inquired, “Anything specific?”

Wally stared at the bored, offhandedly mentioning, “Barry said something about apple turnovers that could make you cry with joy, so I’ve gotta have one of those.” His evergreen eyes met hers. “Maybe two if I’m being honest.”

She grunted, but a grin crossed her lips, nevertheless. “Barry exaggerates a lot, Wally. They’re good, but they’re not mind-blowingly good.”

“Then I guess that leaves me to be the judge,” he countered with a smirk. “What should I drink?”

She thought for a moment then offered, “Have any judgments about drinking before five o’clock?”

He let out a startled laugh and shook his head. “It’s five o’clock somewhere.”

With a grin, she turned and started working her magic and a moment later, she was sliding a plate with two iced apple turnovers over along with a clear steaming mug of dark coffee with cream on top. She leaned her hip on the counter and watched him pick up one of the apple turnovers and take a bite.

Immediately his eyes went wide, and he exclaimed, “Holy shit.” He gaped at her. “This is delicious, Melisandre!”

Despite herself, her cheeks warmed, and she gave him an easy smile. “Thanks, Wally.” She nodded to the crystal mug. “Try the Irish coffee.”

He did so and tossed his head back, letting out an exaggerated groan that had her laughing until her stomach hurt. Wally was on his second turnover and he looked at her.

“You’ve gotta open up a bakery or something, Melisandre. Your pastries are awesome.”

She huffed and took the plate from him as he finished the last bite. “Let me get through college first and then I’ll wonder how to rack up enough to open a shop.”

“What are you studying?”

Pausing, she tossed a quick glance at him. “There’s no specification right now. I’m just doing general studies to get all the basics out of the way.” She put the dish in the sink and started rinsing it. “I’m at the four-C right now.” His brows pulled together, and she added, “Central City Community College.”

He snapped his fingers. “Right! It’s been a while since I went to the four-C.”

Her eyes found his and she curiously asked, “Did you go there?”

“Yeah, a few years back.”

“You don’t look that much older than I am. How old are you, Wally?”

He sipped his coffee and set it down as he replied, “I turned twenty-eight a month ago.”

“Happy belated birthday,” she smiled, and he gave her one in return.

“Thanks. How about you?”

“I turned twenty-one a few months ago.”

“Hmm, happy belated birthday to you as well.” He grinned, quipping, “How’s it feel to finally be able to legally do all the things you were doing before you turned twenty-one?”

She shot him a look. “Shame on you, Wally West, for assuming I was doing illegal things.” He chuckled and she shrugged. “But to answer your question, it feels great, so thanks.”

Wally snorted at that. “My best friend and I got absolutely hammered on our twenty-firsts and swore to never drink hard liquor again after we woke up in the bathroom in our underwear after passing out on the floor.”

A shudder passed over her at her own memory of waking up beside the toilet after her birthday celebration with a bottle of white rum. She cocked a hand up with her water bottle in it. “Here, here,” she toasted and took a sip as Wally raised his coffee and drank too.

She glanced at him. “Are you in school, or are you done?”

“I finished a while ago. I work out of a tower with a group of friends in Manhattan.”

For a moment, her eyes drifted to the simple pair of jeans and graphic shirt he was wearing. She lived in the upper area of Gotham and she knew what uptown Manhattan was like, and it wasn’t jeans and t-shirts.

Evidently, he did too because he scowled, “I have suits and ties, thank you very much.”

She snorted and took the empty mug from him. “I didn’t say anything, Wally.”

“You made a face.”

“Is a face a ground to be hostile?” she grinned. “I was just wondering what type of business in Manhattan ran on flash t-shirts and skinny jeans.” She eyed him. “Tech?”

He shrugged. “It’s…a bit of everything if I’m being honest.” It sounded like he didn’t exactly want to say, and she let it be, rinsing out his cup before setting it to dry.

A buzz sounded and she felt for her phone when he said, “That’s mine.” Wally pulled his phone out, read the message, and stood up. “I’ve gotta go, Melisandre.”

She nodded and took the twenty-dollar bill he handed her, waving her off when she tried to hand back the change. As he started towards the door, she called, “Wally?”

He turned on his heel and waited and she felt foolish for saying it, but she admitted with warmth in her cheeks, “It’s been a while since I had any semblance of a friend…so thanks for this afternoon.”

Wally gave her a pearly white grin. “Barry said you’d say something like that,” he chuckled as she scowled and he added sincerely, “Can never have too many friends, Melisandre…and I hope you’ll become a great one of mine. So far, you already are.”

She smiled, “Same here, Wally.” The bell signaled his exit and she let out a heavy sigh as her heart warmed in her chest at the feeling of a newfound friendship.

***

She was dead on her feet when she finally got through her front door and into her living room, practically collapsing onto the couch. Though it wasn’t far from the truth as she flopped down and toed off her shoes, heaving a long and winded sigh as she stared at the dark ceiling. She wanted to turn on the lamp on the table beside her, but she didn’t want to move. Hell, she barely wanted to get up and take a shower, so she didn’t go to bed sweaty.

Just a moment. She thought. Just a moment to close my eyes and I’ll get up and go shower.

Of course, the second the shut them, she was opening them to her phone telling her it was two A.M. She groaned and picked herself off the couch to shuffle into her bedroom, and when she got there, she peeled off the clothes from her body and let them fall, not caring about the hamper just a foot away. She’d do it tomorrow after class.

The shower was quick, and she crawled into bed a few minutes later, glancing out the window at the stars that were still in the night sky. Even if she tried to avoid thinking about it, she couldn’t, and her mind drifted to when she was a young girl and would stare out the window in her bedroom back in Gotham, watching the spotlight come alive and paint the silhouette of the bat symbol against the night sky.

She missed them. She missed them a lot. Missed eating meals at a full table and the laughter in the manor. Hell, she even missed being ignored, because at least then she could see familiar faces every day. Now, it was wake up, go to work, go to class, then come home. And the process repeated every morning. She was alone in a city where she didn’t know anyone except for one forensic scientist and his wife, going to a college that didn’t even have her real identity. She’d not even said the name “(Y/N) Wayne” out loud for fear that someone with super hearing would hear her and tell her father, instead going by “Melisandre Hale”, a twenty-one-year-old born and raised Central City citizen going to community college. It pained her to admit, that with her decision to grant herself the freedom she desired, it came with a heavy price, and that was the loneliness. And it was worse compared to what it was like back then.

Sighing, she rolled over and pulled the covers up over her head, hoping that when she shut her eyes, she’d stop thinking about what she left behind. Unfortunately, the universe and her mind were never kind, and as she drifted to sleep, she saw the pained faces of her family.

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[ally-writes-many-things]

Kook Vs Pogue (Rafe Cameron) Part 1

Summary: You and Rafe were each other’s booty calls but after something happened, you had broke it off.

Words: 1.6k words

Prompts: 

Requested: Yes

Warnings or A/N: NSFW but I don’t go into detail when it comes to the nitty and gritty just the details when it comes to heated make out sessions. 

        You were walking out of school on your last day ever when you saw Rafe Cameron's brand-new car next to your old car. You also saw Rafe and his friends standing there, even from this far away, you could tell that they were making fun of your car. You rolled your eyes, sighed and walked towards your car. They would likely say the same thing they consistently stated, thinking it was an insult. You made it to your car and Rafe noticed. "Y/n-"       You rolled your eyes and stopped him before he could finish. "I absolutely don't care what you have to say Rafe, like I've said in the past. It might not be a fancy brand-new car that costed hundreds of thousands of dollars. All I care that it gets me from point A to point B,"       Rafe scoffed. "Come on Y/n, you know you care just a slight bit that I have a nice car and you don't,"       You opened your door to your car and flung your bags on the passenger's seat and looked at Rafe one more time. "No, I don't because I actually purchased this car with my own money and not with daddy's money. The question is though what would you do if Mr. Cameron lost of all his money and you had to move out of the mansion of yours and to a house in the Cut?" Rafe didn't answer.      "Thought so," -2 years later-       "Shut up, Cameron,"       Rafe laughed at you as you straddled him. "Come on Y/n. This is something that you would've never thought was gonna happen,"       He was telling the truth, you never in a thousand years thought that you'd be friends with Rafe, much less hooking up with him. It all started at a party a few months ago, you were looking for some fun that night and Rafe was there that night and things just happened. This was the third time you had done this, but you weren't exactly nervous about it but the more he talked the more unsettled you got. "Yeah I know,"        Rafe situated you better on his lap and looked at you, he could tell you were still somewhat nervous about it. He bought his face next to your ear and whispered in your ear. "If you want me to stop, tell me now,"        He gently kissed your ear, when you didn't answer. He kissed your neck. "Or now,"        The vibration his voice caused against your neck, felt so good that it made you rolled your eyes in pleasure.        You didn't answer again. He kissed your jawline and kept getting closer and closer to your lips and right before he kissed your lips, he stopped. "Or-"        You wrapped your arms around his neck and roughly placed your lips on his. He tired to kiss you gently, but that's not what you wanted, you wanted roughness. Your hands went up his neck and to his hair and pulled it. That got the point across to Rafe and he grabbed your hips and pulled you hard against him. He reached up your shirt and started going up your body but stopped right before your boobs, unsure if you were okay with it. You stopped kissing Rafe and pulled your shirt over your head. "You can do whatever,"       Rafe smirked and pulled his shirt over his head. Instantly after that he put lips on your chest and your hands went back into his hair and pulled it again. You two were both a moaning mess when you heard, your front door shut and footsteps coming towards your room. You pulled away from Rafe, and Rafe was about to say something but you quickly put your hand over his mouth. You were supposed to be home alone for a bit and that's why you invite Rafe over. No one knew you and Rafe were hooking up and you wanted to keep it that way. "Y/n? You home?"        It was your brother JJ at your door. "Yeah, I'm home. What do you need?"        "If I can hear you from down, the hall so can dad. So I'd be more quiet if I was you,"        Rafe chuckled and tried to talk against your hand. "Yeah, keep it quiet,"        You just held your hand harder against his mouth. "Okay,"        You didn't move until you heard his footsteps go down the hallway.        Once you didn't hear his footsteps anymore, you dropped your hand and before you could do or say anything. Rafe flips you on to the bed under him as he started kissing you all over your body. --        You woke up to the sound of your alarm going off, you sat up and looked at the spot Rafe was laying in when you went to sleep. He was gone. You would fall asleep before he left and he would always be gone by the time you woke up, which you were perfectly fine. You got out of bed and grabbed your country club work uniform and went into the bathroom and took a shower.        After the shower and getting dressed, you walked over to the mirror that is above your dresser in your bedroom and noticed a sticky note on the mirror;       "Had fun last night. Love the sounds that I can cause to come out of you,"        You shook your head and laughed. You put the sticky note in the dresser with the other notes he's left so far. --        It was a pretty busy day at the country club, and it was a lot of: "no sir," "yes ma'am," "I’m sorry, ma'am," "you're right, sir,"        You were about on the last nerve when you saw Rafe walking in with Topper and his other friends and sits down at the table you were serving. Rafe did it on purpose. He knew which tables were usually yours. You sighed and flipped to a new page in your memo pad and walked over to them.       "Hi, what can I get you to drink today?"       Topper and a girl named Lonnie looked at each other. "Excuse me, aren't you supposed to introduce yourself to us?"       "Topper, we've known each other since we were five, you know who I am,"       Topper tisked me. "tisk tisk tisk. What do you think Rafe, should I go and get a manager and tell her that one of their servers is being rude?"       You looked over at Rafe, secretly hoping he would tell Topper to shut up. Rafe sat up straight and nodded. "I think you might have too,"       You sighed and put on your fake smile. "Hi I'm Y/n, I'll be your server today. What can I get you to drink today?"       "That's better," -       You walked out of the kitchen, through the dinning hall and outside to the patio to where Rafe and co were. You sat them all down on the table and looked at the mall. "Are you ready to order?"       You saw Lonnie pick up her drink and stood up and then purposely bump into you and spilled her drink all over you. "Oops sorry but you were kind of in my way,"       You tried to breath in and out but you had enough of these entitled bitches thinking they could do whatever they want because their parents are rich. "You know-"       JJ stepped in front of you and stopped you talking. "I'll handle their order. It's time for you to clock out anyways,"       You nodded and said thank you. You took one last look at Rafe, who was looking everywhere but at you. -       You opened your locker and took out your bag. You grabbed one of your extra shirt you keep just for this reason. You took off your apron and threw it on your lock. You unbutton your shirt and threw on your extra shirt.       You get why Rafe didn't say anything but him not looking at you? I guess it's true. Kooks only look out for other Kooks, and you were a fool to believe otherwise. With a sigh, you threw your bag back into your locker and slammed your locker shut.       You sent a quick text to JJ, telling him to text you when he needed a ride home. You walked out of the locker room and you saw Rafe was leaning on the wall that was opposite of the locker room. You didn't really want to talk to him, but that won't stop him. "Y/n,"       You ignored him and walked past him. He grabbed your arm and made you stop walking, you turned halfway and looked at him. "What do you want, Rafe?"       That made him instantly dropped your arm and took a step back. You had talked to him with this much animosity since that fist night. You didn't mean for it to come out like that but you couldn't help it. You didn't care that he didn't stand up for you. You expected this as much but the fact he refused to look at you? Now that kinda made you upset.       "I just wanted to apologize with what just happened with Lonnie," You turned all the way around. "You're not the one who should be apologizing,"       "I'm not apologizing for Lonnie. I'm apologizing for not saying anything,"       You rolled your eyes. "You apologize would give it away. I don't care about that. What I care about was that you wouldn't even look at me during it," Rafe gave you a confused look. "Wouldn't that alwasy give it away too?"       "No. Yes. Maybe. I don't know. Maybe, we should just stop all together,"       "Is that what you want?"       "All I know is that Kooks will always look out for other Kooks and no one else and that's fine but I'm not gonna put myself in the situation where I know you'll chose a Kook over me, so yeah, I'm done with whatever this is,"       Rafe looked at you, away from you, licked his lips as he was accepting what you just did. He looked at you nodded and walked off.

#` #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe obx #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks #outer banks season 2 #outer banks netflix #obx netflix #obx #jj maybank

[itgirlification]

supermodel (2) | jjk

your story with jungkook never seems to end, yet you’re still worried about how it’s gonna end.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: TOXIC (i cannot stress this enough shit is hella toxic), yn is kinda (very) dumb, jungkook is an actual asshole, borderline mental abuse, infidelity, more insecuritiiiies, mentions/hints of sex, etc.

part one part three

There you were in his arms again, with only your panties and his shirt on.

At this point, you couldn’t even explain yourself. You were guilty, but you know what they say; love hurts.

With his arms wrapped around you and you clinging to him like that, you couldn’t care less about what was gonna happen next. You knew you were probably gonna have a mental breakdown when you go back to the dorms but for now, you were okay.

After he came over that night, he contacted you again. He said he didn’t want this to be serious, he wanted it to be a solely sexual relationship.

“You know, you’re the first girl I’ve been with, who seems to like getting hurt and degraded”, he sighs against your hair. “Sometimes I feel like you can’t get enough of it.”

You stayed silent. What were you supposed to do anyway? Tell him he’s right and stay like this for a while or react defensively and start an endless argument? You chose the first one.

“You’re the only woman that’d let me do all this stuff and still love me. Maybe that’s why I came back to you.”

Holding back the tears, you cling closer to his larger body, as if you were using him as some kind of shield. He thought you were an easy target and forgiving. What else would a man want from a woman he was only interested in fucking, a side piece? Even if she’s in love with him, she was gonna ignore that just to spend as much time with him as possible.

“It’s not like you actually came back.”, you responded, keeping your voice as stable as you could. “We’re just fucking.”

Jungkook sighed deeply, most likely noticing your petty undertone. “Don’t be like that. We aren’t fucking right now.”

You weren’t sure what point exactly he was trying to prove, you agreed to be his side chick. Did he think you didn’t know what a side chick was supposed to do? Because you did know, you just secretly thought you guys were meant to be, you weren’t just some side piece.

Looking around the motel room, your stomach began feeling weird. He wasn’t usually cheap, but you guessed he thought a side chick didn’t deserve a better environment than a cheap motel room rent for a night.

“Because we literally just did.”, you calmly said. You weren’t trying to piss him off.

But Jungkook wasn’t having it. Out of nowhere, he shoved you aside and put his hands over his face, noticeably frustrated.

“What happened?”, you weren't sure if asking that was the best option.

Jungkook turns his body to you. “What happened?? You keep on fucking me up and being a bitch about all this and you ask me what happened?”

He was so furious, his eyes were dark and his face was screwed up. You were now both standing, his tall figure towering over yours.

You saw his hand forming a fist and it would’ve been a lie if you said you weren’t terrified. He hasn’t touched you once throughout your relationship, but you never know.

“I didn’t even say anything. Maybe you’re just a little too sensitive.”, you were pouring salt on a wound at this point, but you didn’t want to be weak and let him talk to you like that.

“Me, sensitive?”, his tone was dangerously serene, as he leaned closer to your face. “If I wasn’t here with you, you'd probably still be crying over me. And you know where I’d be? Laying in bed with the beautiful model I have the privilege to call my girlfriend. Yn, I don’t need you. Don’t get bold with me, ‘cause we both know who’s gonna be heartbroken in the end.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes, what did you get yourself into again? This wasn’t Jungkook’s fault, this wasn’t anybody’s fault but yours. You should’ve never opened up, you should’ve never said yes to being his side piece, you should’ve never been his girlfriend, to begin with. You stayed silent, but your loud sniffs and your uneven breathing said more than you could at the moment.

“I’m leaving.”, he announced coldly before throwing his black leather jacket over his broad shoulders, leaving you half-naked, crying on the poor-quality motel bed you just had sex on. When he got out of the motel room, you looked outside of the small window, watching him leave in the car he drove you here with.

Now, you had no other option than to call Jane to pick you up since your dorm was a half an hour walk away from the motel and you didn’t have the energy to walk for even a minute.

You weren’t sure if you had the energy for all the questions Jane was gonna ask you when she sees your mascara smeared face and your messy hair. Not to mention the motel. You weren’t a motel type of girl and she knew that.

Still, you called her and she answered almost immediately. “Yn? What happened? I thought you were gonna sleepover at your parents’?”

Sleepover at your parents’ house? You had almost forgotten the bad lie you told Jane just to have sex with Jungkook in this cheap-ass motel. And to think you were convinced you two were gonna stay the whole night.

“Uh”, you quickly coughed to cover up the voice cracks you got from crying. “Yeah, it’s a long story, please pick me up. I’ll text you the address.”

About 10 minutes later, Jane arrived and looked at you like you were out of your mind when you got into the car. “Yn, what the fuck? I was so worried about you. And this isn’t your parents’ house, this is a fucking motel. Did you meet a guy? Did he do something to you? Should I call the cops?”

“No, no, no, oh my god, please don’t”, you knew she was gonna ask a lot of questions. “I lied to you. So what actually happened was me and Jungkook reconnected an-“

She rolled her eyes. “Of course it was Jungkook. So I’m guessing he left you here?”

You hesitantly nodded.

“So when were you gonna tell me you ‘reconnected’ with him? When did you even ‘reconnect’ with him?”, she mockingly asked you. You weren’t blaming her for being pissed off, you’d have been too in this situation.

“A month ago? I think..”, you muttered.

“Hm”, Jane nodded, sighing at your naivety. “And when did he even break up with his model chick?”

You awkwardly looked away and Jane was hoping it wasn’t because of what she thought.

“He didn’t break up with her??”, Jane was beyond frustrated. “So.. you’re like his side chick now? Are we gonna stoop that low for men, yn?”

Jane always wanted the best for you and you knew she knew what was the best for you too, you were just too foolish. And too in love with a man you can’t force into loving you again.

“I know but please can we not talk about this right now? I just don’t feel like it.”, you asked, looking down on your fingers, ashamed of yourself.

“Alright, I’m sorry, babe.”, Jane hugged your side quickly, before starting the engine and heading back to the dorm. “You know I just want what’s best for you.”

You nodded, looking out of the window with your head full.

_

“Bella just texted me and said her birthday party will be 90s themed? Can’t she be a little more specific?”, Jane barged into the room, looking down on her phone in disbelief.

Bella was a person you two met at college in one of your shared classes. She was a sweetheart, but she was a little spoiled too. The only reason why she got into the college was that her rich daddy bribed them, but you couldn’t be mad, your parents would’ve done the same if they had the money.

She was extremely extroverted, a people person. She probably never had a boring day in her life with all the parties she threw whenever her dad and his 20 something-year-old girlfriend were on vacation or business trips. She even had some celebrity friends and would just casually post selfies with them on her Instagram story like it was a normal thing to do. She was basically living the dream, clueless about what real life for others really was about.

Jane had a love-hate relationship with Bella ever since they met. She thought Bella was a nice girl, but it was ‘unbearable’ to have a conversation with her because she was too self-centered to talk about anything else than herself.

You shrugged. “Just wear something Aaliyah would’ve worn.”

“Hm. Fair enough. It’s really not all that deep, actually.”, She said. “So what are you gonna wear?”

“I don’t even know if I’m going, Bella’s parties are boring.”, you answered honestly.

You really weren’t sure if you’d go. You did feel like seeing people and having a little fun but it wasn’t like you ever had fun at any of Bella’s parties. One time, a guy puked all over a new dress you bought just for the party, and another time, you were forced to drink 4 beer bottles. You hated beer.

“Why not? It’s gonna be fun and you’re coming.”, she decided for you, making you playfully roll your eyes. “And wear that black latex dress, I haven’t seen it on you in forever.”

To say that Jane was a fashionista would be an understatement. She was too invested in fashion to be bothered with anything else.

“Alright, but only if we don’t stay for long.”, you tried to compromise with her.

She nodded. “We gotta buy her presents though. Is there even anything she doesn’t have?”

You sighed, annoyed. “C’mon, there’s gonna be at least 200 people at that party, it’s not like she’ll notice if we just don’t get her anything. Besides, she’s rich as fuck.”

Jane snickered at your comment. “Girl, you must not know her, she checks every damn person and probably throws them out if they don’t buy her a Chanel bag or something. Bitch is a little crazy.”

It was amusing because you both knew that was exaggerated. Bella wasn't that serious about gifts. But let’s just say, for the money that her dad had, she was a little too greedy.

But you were too bothered with your own life than to worry about other's.

_

As soon as you arrived at Bella’s mansion, two security guards were standing in front of the door. They let you in as you showed them your invitations. It was a little bit extra, but that’s just how Bella was.

The first thing you noticed when you entered the house was the smell of sweat and weed. Already? You weren’t really surprised though.

Bella was standing there, wearing a skintight red dress that, ironically, didn’t really fit her own party’s theme. But she did look absolutely beautiful greeting her guests with the biggest smile on her glowing face. She had her strawberry blonde hair down in elegant beach curls and there were some cute butterfly clips placed in them.

You could recognize that it was her birthday from miles away. She was basically shining.

“Oh my god, Jane, Yn!! I’m so happy to see you guys!”, an overly keen Bella came, hugging you both with strength. “Oh, I see you got me something, girls you know you shouldn’t have!”

She tried hiding her smile at the bags in your hands, freeing the two of you from them immediately.

“It’s your birthday, Bella. We can’t just come here without any gifts, girl.”, Jane smiled. “Happy birthday.”

You looked to your side, admiring Jane’s acting skills. “Happy birthday, Bella! I can’t believe you’re 23 now.”

“I know right, if you were a year younger, you’d be as old as your dad’s girlfriend.”, Jane joked around, making Bella hysterically laugh.

“C’mon, almost everybody’s here already”, Bella excitedly pushed you towards the living room.

The room’s stench was even more unbearable than the one at the entrance, leaving you covering your nose for a second leaving out an ‘oof’.

The 90s trap music was heard extremely loudly through the whole house and there were people dancing and grinding. There were some couples that sat on one of the many couches, acting like they were in their own little world. It wasn’t very pleasant to watch, but you just chose to ignore it. The stench was something you couldn’t ignore though.

You were already bored out of your mind.

A few minutes of pure boredom and dry conversations passed then the music stopped playing and you could hear Bella’s voice calling for everybody’s attention. “I’m gonna open the presents now, so everybody come here and Daphne, please bring the gifts here so I can open them.”

Daphne was Bella’s personal maid. She never really talked, but she did everything she needed to. She brought all the bags to Bella one by one and you could’ve sworn she was trying not to cry out of happiness.

“Oh my god, Jackson”, She cried out as she pulled a pair of Saint Laurent shoes out of a box. “These are so beautiful. You even got the right size. Thank you so mu-“

“Bella, I’m so sorry we’re late, we had to run some errands”, a soft-spoken voice interrupted, making everybody in the room turn her way, just to see the charming model with none other than Jeon Jungkook by her side. Wow.

As soon as you turned your head to see who it was, you turned back around, looking at Jane to make sure she saw what you saw. You sent her a questioning, almost panicking look just for her to shrug.

“Yuki! It’s fine, girl. Come here, I’m opening my presents right now.”, The birthday girl exclaimed, making Yuki immediately hand her her gift.

Jungkook was just walking behind his girlfriend, making no type of noise whatsoever and you prayed he wouldn’t see you.

They sat down at an angle where you couldn’t help but look at them though and you were sure he looked at you for a split second as well. They looked beautiful together.

Bella just continued opening gifts and thanking everybody dearly, but you weren’t paying attention to that. You just zoned out for most of it. Those were a lot of gifts she got.

You couldn’t help but steal another glance at your ex-boyfriend and the girl besides him.

She looked even cuter in real life. Her cheeks had a natural blush to them and her hair was long and healthy. She was thin and her skin tone was warm and even.

You’ve always been insecure about your hyperpigmentation, but she didn’t seem to have any problems with how she looked. She was near damn perfect. Perfect wasn’t real, but if it was, it’d be her.

Jungkook probably never had a problem introducing her to his parents or his friends. You always felt like he had difficulties with that while he was dating you. He just wasn’t confrontational enough to tell you he was ashamed to have you as his girlfriend.

You seemed to be stuck in your place while everybody else was either dancing or making conversation.

Jane was sitting next to you, talking to a girl with blond box braids about a new movie that recently came out. You heard what they were saying, but it sounded like a foreign language to you since you weren’t focused.

“Yn? Are you okay?”, Jane whispered in your ear, hugging your shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know they were invited.”

You shook your head. “It’s fine, Jane. It’s not your fault, I just kind of wanna go home.”

She looked at you apologetically. “Can’t we stay for a little while? I promise it won’t take long, I’m just actually having fun here.”

You had to admit you were being selfish, not just in that moment, but whenever it came to Jungkook. You’ve dragged Jane through all of your shit and never really thought about how she must feel like.

Nodding in response to her. “I’m gonna get myself something to drink.”

You finally stood up from your place, looking around unsure, feeling like you’re taking up so much space wherever you go, even when you were doing absolutely nothing.

You wore the latex dress, but only because Jane insisted and made sure you knew you looked good. She convinced you for maybe a second, but all those insecurities were coming back. You tried sucking in your stomach the whole night, but it just wasn’t enough.

You were asking yourself all kinds of questions. If your arms looked too fat and if your cellulite was visible, if your hip-dips were as noticeable to others as they were to you. You felt like everybody was looking and they were judging really hard.

All you wanted was to fade into oblivion.

You were feeling his eyes on your back and god, you wanted to look too but you fought the urge, just continued walking to the bathroom. You weren’t in the mood to drink after all.

Your gut feeling was telling you he was following, but you ignored it.

Until you were about to close the bathroom door and you saw black timberlands stepping between the door and the doorframe to stop you from closing it.

You sighed, opening the door, resulting in him getting in the bathroom with you.

“Why are you avoiding me?”, the handsome man facing you asked, brown eyes looking deep inside of yours.

“How can I avoid you when you didn’t even try talking to me?”, you asked back, looking away immediately.

You hated how your relationship was just a cycle of him hurting you and coming back, acting like he hadn’t done anything wrong. And he was so good at it too.

He chuckled darkly, letting his eyes glide down your body for a second just to look back into your eyes. “You know exactly what I mean, yn. Don’t play dumb.”

You did know what he meant.

“And? It’s not like I have anything to say to you.”

Jungkook came closer to you, softly wrapping one arm around your waist, whispering in your ear. “You don’t?”

You couldn’t believe how shameless he was, being so close to you while his girlfriend was a few meters away, outside of this door, probably thinking he’s getting her a drink or something. You wondered if he did the same thing to you when you were dating.

“Jungkook, stop. Your girlfriend is here.”, you tried to convince yourself you didn’t want it. “How can you even do this?”

“It’s nothing we haven’t done before, princess.”, He kissed your earlobe. “You can’t possibly think it’s okay when she’s not around, but not okay when she is. It’s the same thing.”

You knew he was right, besides, you were just as guilty as he was. You were messing around with a taken guy and the worst part was, you knew he was taken and you still did it.

“I know, but I wanna end whatever this is”, you hesitated to say. “It’s unhealthy and you already have a girlfriend, why don’t you go and kiss her, why me?”

You were avoiding this conversation ever since this started. Sometimes it’s hard talking about things you don’t actually want to hear about.

“What do you mean?”, Jungkook feigned confusion, but you knew better than to believe him. “It’s easier said than done, yn. We have a history together, you know that.”

“I do, but that’s all we are. History. And we should both get over it.”, you responded.

“But what if I don’t want to?”, it was more of a statement than a question, really. “What if I told you, you’re special to me?”

You were gonna have a meltdown if he continued with this. Why was he so fucking complicated? You knew he didn’t love you so what was it?

“But I’m not. The only reason why you come back is because you think I’m easy material. It’s because you were my first everything and it’s because you know exactly how much you mean to me.”, you cry out, tears coming up to ruin your makeup again. You wished you wouldn’t cry as much as you did. “You know I’ll always let you in, no matter what. I know I’m at fault too here and I’m not blaming you, but please for god’s sake, don’t make it worse on me.”

You looked in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself. You felt detached from reality, but not in a good way at all.

Jungkook scoffed, looking down at you. “I know I shouldn’t have tried talking to you. It’s like you can’t even appreciate anybody showing you affection. I’m trying to prove to you, that you aren’t nothing to me and that’s the response that I get. Not everybody’s against you, yn, you’re just too insecure to notice. That’s why you haven’t ever had anybody showing you interest. It’s because you lack confidence and think the world revolves around you. But I did show you interest. In the past and now. But look at you. You haven’t changed at all, still the little yn who compares herself to other girls and thrives off of male attention, because you can’t believe that somebody could love you just for you when there’s skinnier, prettier girls walking around. So what if there are skinnier, prettier girls around? That’s reality, yn.”

You didn’t know what exactly you expected him to say, but that wasn’t it. Looking at him with big, teary eyes, is that really what he thought of you? Of course, it was. Because it was the truth. The cold, hard truth. Not sugarcoated. He knew you better than you wanted him to.

Without a single word leaving your dry lips, you open the door and run out, ignoring him calling your name and the weird stares people were giving you. You needed to find Jane.

Once you found her joking around with a bunch of random people, you go up to her. You most likely looked like you came out of a horror movie.

“Yn? What the fuck happened?”, she lightly took your face in her warm hands and caressed your cheek worriedly.

“Pl- please, can we just go home?”, you whimpered, thankful that everybody was respectful enough to turn around and focus on their stuff instead of ogling at you.

“Sure, sure. Come here”, she took you in her arms and walked you out of the mansion, not caring to say goodbye to anybody.

_

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One Night...

This is part 2 to One Night 12 Days Ago...

WARNINGS: Fluff, 18+ readers, smut, oral (f-receiving), unprotected sex, breast play, breastfeeding kink? Daddy!Bucky, Papa!Bucky, self loathing, own body shame, body worship

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Bucky ignored the princess tiara that was sat on his head thanks to Morgan making him wear it (along with Sam and Steve), and focused on you and his little girl. Even though she was here and almost four months old, Bucky still couldn't believe she was actually real and all his and yours. She was perfect. You, we're perfect.

"Buck, you listening?" Steve nudged his friend.

Bucky blinked and tore his gaze away from you as you fed his daughter. "Hmm?"

"Course he ain't listening. Look at him, all lovesick puppy, drooling over his baby's mama." Sam teased before taking a swig of his beer.

Bucky let out a heavy sigh making both men laugh at him.

"Ignore him, Buck, he's just jealous." Steve smiled and put his hand on Bucky's shoulder. "How is fatherhood treating you?"

Bucky's lips stretched out into a giant grin. "It's great."

He really loved being a dad. The past year had been a roller-coaster of emotions, but Bucky didn't regret his decision he made that day you told him.

"And how's the new house coming along? Y/N said you've been working hard." Steve smiled, although he was a little disheartened he hadn't had the time recently to help you and Bucky out.

"Almost finished." Bucky grinned, "Just got the master bedroom and guest room to redecorate and then that's the whole house."

"Then you've got the yard to start." Sam reminded.

Bucky nodded, "Yeah... Gonna need all the help I can get with that." He chuckled.

"I've got some time off coming up, Bucky. I'll come visit you guys and help out." Steve smiled proudly at his best friend.

"Me too." Sam offered, "Plus, we could always get Groot to help out." The three men burst out laughing together.

"... It's our one year anniversary tomorrow," Bucky smiled. "I'm gonna-"

A high pitched wail cut Bucky off and put him on high alert. "Oh, baby," You cooed softly as your little girl began crying. You stood up, rocking your daughter as big fat tears rolled down her cheeks. "Are those nasty teeth bugging you again." You spoke softly, "Shall we get papa to help? Hmm?"

Bucky's heart broke, "Duty calls." Bucky quickly jogged over to where you were. "Papa's here, princess," Bucky scooped his little girl up, kissing her little cheek softly before letting her suckle softly on his left index finger.

Who would have thought the hand Bucky was so scared of for all those years, would be the only thing to bring his little girl comfort.

Steve and Sam watched from afar, shaking their heads as they drank their beer.

"Ugh, it's sickening, isn't it?" Sam smirked.

Steve nodded and smiled to himself as he watched Bucky calm your daughter down like a pro. "Disgusting really."

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Pepper was looking after your little girl, Bucky was downstairs cooking your anniversary meal whilst you were stood in front of your floor length mirror frowning.

All day you'd been excited for tonight, you'd even bought yourself a new dress. But then you put it on and began to doubt the decision because of the way you felt you looked. Bucky was a fool to be with you. Not that he had any choice. He'd be better off with someone different. God, you hated yourself.

"Why are you crying?"

You looked up from your reflection and met Bucky's eyes in the mirror, surprised by his presence. "Oh, hormones-"

"Don't." Bucky sighed as he stepped into your shared bedroom. "I know when you're lying, Y/N." He frowned softly at you as he came up behind you. He rested his hands on your hips and rested his chin on your shoulder. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"I don't have any make up on yet, Buck." You scoffed and stepped out of his hold.

Bucky frowned, "You don't need it."

You scoffed again. "Right. Cause bags under the eyes is such a sexy look. Not that you'd know," You muttered.

"You don't have bags, Y/N. And, you never answered my question."

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, sitting down on your side of the bed.

"It does. If something has upset you, tell me, I can fix it and make it better." He smiled softly at you.

You shook your head, "You can't fix me, so... Just forget it."

Bucky stared at you with his mouth gaped. "Fix you? What are you talking about? You don't need to be fixed."

"Yes I do." You looked up at him. "My body has changed, it's saged and stretched and... I'm not, like you. I'm getting old..."

"You're still beautiful, Y/N. And, you're body changed because it was growing our little girl. It changed for the better. And, you haven't saged..." Bucky smiled as he walked up to you. He reached down and pulled you up onto your feet. He pinched your chin and lifted your face to look at him. "You're still the same woman I fell in love with."

Before any words could pass your lips Bucky kissed you deeply. Your hands moved up his sides and up to his shoulders, hugging him closer to you as Bucky held your face close to his.

"Let me show you," Bucky whispered against your lips. "Like you showed me, when I would feel down..." Bucky kissed you softly. "Let me love you..." He trailed his lips across your jaw and down the side of your neck, smirking against your skin as you let out a breathy moans, "... Like you love me."

"Yes," You crashed your mouth against his in a heavy kiss, pulling at his shirt.

You worked together to undress one another, your lips and teeth leaving trails across each other's skin with soft praises.

Bucky let out a soft moan as he knelt back from you, his hands sliding up your thighs as he took in your naked body underneath him. "I've missed you, baby," He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to your right hip and then your left before pressing one to the stretch marks just to the side of your belly button. "Your so beautiful... Even more than before... My sexy... Mama," Bucky smirked, kissing everywhere he could.

You let out a small giggle, pushing on his forehead to get him to stop. "Bucky, I need you... Please."

Bucky smirked as he leaned over you, "Gotta let daddy have a taste first, baby."

You let out a low moan and nodded as you bit your bottom lip.

Bucky moved back down your bottom. Lightly flicking his tongue over your nipples as he fif, smirking as you mewled and gasped at the sensation. He trailed his lips down your body until he came to your thighs. He lifted your legs and put them over his shoulders brfitr he dived right in.

"Fuck!" You cried out as Bucky devoured your cunt.

Bucky wasn't lying when he said he'd missed you. Since you'd given birth to your baby girl had been born, you'd put a wall up around yourself. You hardly showed your beautiful body off any more. He missed being intimate with you, and not just because the sex was always great. He missed showering or bathing with you. He missed laying around naked in bed doing nothing, laughing and making jokes, or walking around in your underwear as you talked first thing on a morning. He missed massaging your sore feet or painting your toe nails for you because you couldn't bend down to do them. He even missed when you did his that one time. He missed just being close to you.

You whined pushing yourself up on your elbows when Bucky pulled back just before you came.

Bucky chuckled as he pushed himself up. "What? You thought I was gonna let you cum just like that?" He winked.

"Tease," You pouted.

Bucky crawled over you until he came eye to eye with you. "Like you don't tease me." He grinned down at you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

"Please... Bucky," You breathed heavily as Bu KY trailed his lips down your throat.

Bucky smirked against you, "Think you're ready, baby? Shouldn't I open you up?"

"Just fuck me, Bucky," You moaned deeply as he lightly bit your shoulder. "Please."

Bucky crashed his his lips hard against yours as he slipped his cock through your slick pussy. You both moaned softly, hands holding each other closer.

You let out a long drawn out moan as Bucky slowly pushed the head of his cock inside your pussy.

"Fuck," You both moaned together.

You tightened your arms around Bucky's body, pulling him closer as he rolled his hips, pushing his cock deeper. Your nails dug into Bucky's back, leaving behind half moon crests.

"Fuck," Bucky panted, "Baby, you feel so good," He ran his nose along the length of your neck.

Your eyes rolled back as Bucky lightly bit your neck and lathered his tongue over the marks. You let out a soft gasp as you felt something wet smudge against Bucky's chest. "Buck, I'm-"

"Shit," Bucky pulled back and looked down to your chest. White droplets pebbled from your nipples. "Oh, baby," He whispered before he bent down and began to softly lick at your left nipple, moaning at the sweet taste of your milk. "... So... Good,"

You muttered and whimpered, wrapping your legs around Bucky's waist as he drove his hips harder into you. "Yes! Oh," Your eyes screwed shut as tingles ran across your skin. "Oh god, yes... Yes!" Your body spasmed as your toes curled and your orgasm ran through your body.

Bucky's stilled as he followed, breathing heavily against your neck and he squeezed your body against his. "Fuck," He kissed your shoulder softly and repeatedly. Bucky slowly and carefully pulled out of you as not to hurt your sensitive body and rolled over onto his side. "I-"

The scent of something burning hit your nostrils. "Did you leave the oven-" Before you could finish the sound of the fire alarm cut you off.

"Oh, fuck!" Bucky quickly jumped out of bed, quickly grabbing his pants as he ran out the door.

You let out an amused giggle, slowly and carefully getting out of bed. You'd missed your body feeling this way. You missed being with Bucky.

"What the?" Your toes touched something as your feet touched the floor. You frowned softly at the small box on the floor.

Bucky huffed angrily as he slammed the burnt chicken down on the side. Everything was going perfect. "Damn it!"

"Bucky,"

"I'm sorry, baby, I fucked up." He sighed deeply and leaned against the counter so his back was to you. "What shall we do? Take out? Or, make a sandwich?" He huffed out a laugh before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You sighed softly, "Buck," You whispered, slowly walking around the counter until you came up behind him. "You didn't fuck up," You gently trailed your hands around Bucky's waist and over his toned stomach. "You got carried away." You giggled, pressing your lips against Bucky's naked back.

Bucky sighed. "M'sorry, doll, I wanted it to be special." He reached up with his flesh hand and took yours as they settled on his pecks.

You smiled against his back. "It is." You tapped your left hand against his chest. "See? I love you too, Bucky."

Bucky frowned and looked down. His eyes widened as he they landed on your ring finger. "God damn it," He groaned and took your left hand in his metal fingers. He looked over his shoulder and smirked at you. "We've still got dessert..."

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