#safe to say this broke me into a million little pieces...

[11x11pm]

HUNTER x HUNTER

- will you stay by my side until i wake? - i never left your side. i'll always be here. - komugi... - yes, yes? what is it? - thank you. - you're welcome. - will you call me by my name one last time?

[dr-qian]

break in // m.l

burglar!mark x rich!reader

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

the sound of a lockpick rustling into a metal lock might be the only thing can be heard during the dead of the night, as mark struggled to open the safe he found inside the wealthy mansion of an old man he discovered in the streets.

mark was just leaning by a wall at the sidewalk, taking a break from stealing other people's wallets when he came across this old man who just went out of the jewelry shop, flexing their newly-bought golden watch and diamong rings that could cost millions of dollar.

his eyes sparkled at the sight and thought it was now his chance to get rich, that's why he ended up here in this fancy-lookin' mansion.

the jewelries are almost falling out of his pockets, his sweat is rolling down his forehead, and his veins are already popping out of his arms as he remained focus on opening the safe.

"c'mon you piece of shit" mark mumbled inaudibly due to the little flashlight placed in his mouth, shaking his head in frustration as he accidentally dropped the lockpick on the marbled floor, creating a huge sound.

"hello?"

and then suddenly a door swung opened, revealing you in a satin nightgown.

you only came downstairs to get a glass of water, but then you heard a loud thud of metal coming from your dad's office.

you thought it would just be your dad doing some work until you saw the guy in a black beanie and black clothes, hunched over the safe as he quickly turned to look at you.

"ah- hmmph!" before you can even scream, the guy already ran up to you and blocked your mouth with his hand to stop you.

"hey hey, don't scream, please" he said to you in a pleading tone while still covering your mouth, and you struggling to get his hand off your face.

"i'll let you go, just don't scream please..." you stopped pushing his hand away, to signal him to let you go now.

before doing something, you thought it would be a bad move to betray him, and scream your lungs out once he lets you go since you don't know if he's carrying a weapon with him.

this could be your last memory.

"my name's mark" the burglar introduced himself, you looked at him in confusion.

"why are you introducing yourself?" you asked, suddenly confused as to why this robber becoming friendly so suddenly.

"what? am i supposed to be evil and murder you instead?" mark joked, but you tensed up when you heard the word "murder"

"i'm kidding"

"okay, why are you in here? why are you trying to open my dad's safe?" you asked nervously.

'okay, so you're the daughter of that rich old man'

wow.

"i-i'm just curious.." mark stuttered, thinking of the next words to say.

you glanced down at his current outfit, you saw your mom's necklaces almost splling out his pockets.

"so you're a burglar!" you exclaimed, like you just unlocked a clue.

"i thought it would be that obvious" mark whispered to himself.

"i'm going to call my dad" you told him bravely, as you turned to the exit.

"hey! no, wait!" mark grabbed your arm and tugged you back to him strongly that made you whip your head back immediately to look at him.

"what can i do to stop you from snitching me out?"

and to realize both of your faces are dangerously close to each other.

you stayed silent and unmoving for a couple of minutes, locking your eyes into his until it moved down to his lips, then back at his eyes again.

you really didn't think mark would notice that little movement your eyes made. thanks to you, he finally knew what to do.

then suddenly mark's lips was on yours, both of your eyes closing in instinct as you two enjoyed the kiss that lasted shortly.

breaking away from each other's lips, you were completely silent and was just staring at him in awe.

in the other hand, mark started to get red and awkward, and decided to head towards the window where he broke in. completely forgetting about the safe.

"uhh, imma have to go now, see ya" he said shyly, scratching the back of his head before climbing down the ladder situated outside the window.

mark's gone and you were still standing there dumbfounded.

you don't know if you're just surprised or in love, but a part of you is hoping that he'll come back to rob your place someday so you could see him again.

you haven't even told him your name yet.

when the morning rises, just lie to your parents that you were asleep during the robbery.

[spideymichelle]

me explaining through my tears that zoya's and the darkling's dynamic goes way deeper (in the books) and it says a lot about zoya's relationship with authority and power but also safety as a whole because of the (almost) parental nature of their relationship like the darkling is already playing favorites with her by the time she is 13

they are close enough for him to pick her over a lot of the older grisha's at the little palace for the possibility of getting an amplifier something we know is so special and not something just anyone could have yet he gave zoya that opportunity and when she felt like she failed him for protecting and releasing the cubs it broke her in a million pieces because she doesn't want to disappoint him

the darkling represented grisha's as a whole. he was their leader, their protector in a world that hates them and wants them eradicated, for a power they were born with. it is the way the little palace was meant to be a sanctuary for grisha's to feel safe, a place where zoya felt safe, yet it was the darkling was the first to completely destroy it and kill any grisha that wasn't on his side he was their biggest protector and he killed them in cold blood like that absolute betrayal

it wasn't just about her losing her aunt, he took away her home, the home she made with her aunt and lada and the one she made at the little palace the friends she made he took everything from her because she believed him when he said they would change the world together like she put so much trust in him, she gave him her power and he broke it so easily that wound just festered on because the darkling betrayed her just like her mother did in the past

and it just parallels the darkling with her mother so well because as a young child just wanted to make her mother happy which meant getting the highest grades, eating only half her meals so her mother could eat the rest, and stealing fruit from the duke's garden so her mother could eat them something she could get severely punished for by the duke zoya a young commoner girl who is from suli descent like she could have died but her mother never stopped her from taking them again and again and didn't her mother truly never saw her other than a pretty face that she could capitalize out of

zoya didn't make a sound on her wedding, didn't cry a single tear on her wedding, and never spoke out because she couldn't bear making her mother angry until the only person who ever spoke up for her was her aunt who almost beat to death for speaking up for her and even then could only be spent little over 2 months with her (mostly on the streets) before being separated for the next 7 years when she first goes back when she is 16. (they did write to each other)

the only adult that "cares" for her was the darkling he had continuous access to her, to groom her, to make her his perfect little girl. she is so desperate to impress him, to be around him, to be noticed, and worst of all he does. he gives her privileges, the important missions and she gets to ride his coach with him like he makes it known and clear that she is special, unlike her mother he gives her the attention she wants. but it doesn't really mean anything to him

he has no issue switching her out with alina sending her faraway as a punishment just like her mother had no issue selling her to a man old enough to have grandchildren of her age

zoya being stuck in a vicious cycle of being abused by people who should be protecting her

and it just speaks volumes that is zoya is the one who advocates for the darkling's victims because if she doesn't speak for alina, genya, liliyana and baghra who will

it speaks to her relationship with nina, her worries, her concerns about her, i wonder if all she sees is a beautiful and powerful girl with a deep love for her country with no support, no family i wonder if she sees herself so desperately trying to prove herself to the world

basically zoya co-wrote would've, could've, should've

*will be edited after i had a good night of rest and crack open the books again

[soulkeeper801]

Safe place - Twice Sana

Requested: Reader has always been someone who doesn’t let others see or know how she’s truly feeling(in terms of sadness and negative emotions) even when it comes to her girlfriend Sana. But, after an incident(you can choose…something really angsty preferably no death tho) Sana tries to get her to open up which leads to an argument and reader eventually breaking down.

Words: 1.6k

Angst? Fluff/Comfort

Sana x idol!f!reader (Y/N's group is disbanding)

“So the group is stopping all activities that were ready for the rest of the year,” one of the directors said, closing the file he was holding in his hands and giving a glance at where you were, “we’ve tried many things and not one of them have worked. I’m sorry, girls,” he continued, her gaze now filled with a hint of pity, “but we can’t do anything else, the project is over”.

You knew this would happen sooner or later. You thought you had prepared yourself to hear those words yet when they touched your ears your heart broke in a million pieces. The one thing you had worked hard for years was ending suddenly, leaving you with nothing else. 

What were you supposed to do now?

“We’ll find a way,” you whispered to one of your members as you saw her hold back tears.

There was no way.

You could only give them faint hopes to fight for what was left but deep down you knew it was really over.

The ride home was silent.

No one dared to say a word, knowing very well that it was probably one of the last times you would be together in the van that got you to places that only feeded hopes that never blossomed.

“Are you having dinner with me, baby?” a text lighted up your phone screen.

And it somehow lightened up your mood at least for a second.

“I might be late, love,” you replied.

“I’m buying take out on my way home, I’ll wait for you,” she texted one more time and you left out a deep sigh.

Sana was your number one supporter. Always getting in trouble with her own company just to promote you and your group. 

But not even that could save you.

As the van pulled up to your apartment building, the somber mood inside was hard to shake. You and your fellow group members slowly filed out, each lost in their own thoughts. 

The weight of the failed project pressed heavily on your shoulders, and the uncertainty of the future was overwhelming.

When you entered your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The walls adorned with posters and memories of your group's journey served as a painful reminder of what was now lost. 

As soon as they went to sleep, you made your way out to Sana’s apartment. It was something they all knew you would do and as always, they made sure no one would notice you were gone.

“I got your favorite,” Sana said when she saw you crossing the door frame with your spare key, “you must be so tired,” she continued, getting close to you and embracing you in a tight hug.

A hug that served not only as a welcome but also as the comfort you were looking for. 

You hated to be seen as vulnerable, not in control of your own feelings and emotions so you always wore a cool mask to protect yourself. You held back all the tears that had pooled on your eyes as soon as Sana’s warmth covered you.

“You still have glitter on your hair,” she chuckled, taking a strain of bright color from your hair and shoulders but her eyes lingered a little longer on your features. She knew you too well. “Everything alright?” 

Your gaze immediately went to the floor, there was no way you could lie at her while looking at her eyes. “Yeah,” you trailed off, trying to talk about anything else but the thing that was making you feel miserable. “What do we have for dinner?” you asked, taking a step towards the kitchen counter where the paper bags were placed.

Sana let you go but followed you closely with her eyes. Something was off.

As you unpacked the takeout containers on the kitchen counter, Sana leaned against the doorway, her concern evident in her gaze. She knew you better than anyone else and could tell when something was bothering you, no matter how hard you tried to hide it.

You both sat down at the small dining table, and the atmosphere in the room felt heavy with unspoken emotions. The aroma of the food filled the air, but neither of you had much of an appetite.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, you know. I can see that something's bothering you. You don't have to pretend everything's okay."

“It’s okay,” you lied one more time. Sana didn’t need to know what was happening. Your problems were yours to deal with and she didn’t have to be bothered. “This soup is amazing, where is it from?”

Sana smiled sadly. Didn’t you trust her enough?

“That Japanese place that opened last week,” she replied quietly, taking a spoonful herself to confirm what you were saying.

“We should buy from there more often,” you continued, trying to bring the conversation to a shallow topic. “Not a lot of new businesses around lately, huh?”

You lifted your gaze to find Sana looking intently at you. She had left her spoon on the side of her plate as she studied your expression looking for answers.

“Not a lot,” she replied, waiting patiently for you to go at your own pace, to process whatever was going through your mind until it was the right time for you to come forward.

Silence fell upon you two once again. You didn’t know but Sana couldn’t keep her eyes away from you. 

Usually, you would tell her all about your day. Where you girls went to record, what kind of food the team got you, if anything fun happened, you would tell every detail of it. 

Sana knew how much it excited you to be in this industry and how passionate you were about your job.

So it felt weird for her to have you dejected and silent during the little time you had to share everything with each other.

Sana finally broke the silence, her voice soft and understanding. "You can talk to me, baby. I can definitely see that something's wrong. You can trust me.”

You sighed, realizing that there was no point in keeping up the facade with Sana anymore. She had been your rock through all the highs and lows of your journey with the group, and you trusted her with all your soul.

“The group’s over,” were the words that left your lips.

And you felt the world crumbling around you. Saying it out loud made it ten times realer and it broke you down.

“Oh, Y/N,” Sana breathed out, reaching for you to bring you into a comforting hug.

Once again, her warmth made you feel safe but this time you let it all out, letting the tears fall freely from your eyes as your shoulders shook from the heavy sobs you weren’t able to control.

Sana held you close, offering the comfort you so desperately needed. She didn't say anything; she simply held you, letting you pour out all the pent-up emotions that had been festering inside you. 

Her gentle presence was a balm for your wounded soul, and for the first time in a while, you didn't have to pretend to be strong.

As you cried in Sana's embrace, she whispered soothing words and reassurances. Her hand gently rubbed your back in a comforting rhythm, and she let you take all the time you needed to let it out.

After what felt like an eternity, your sobs began to subside, and you pulled away from Sana's embrace, wiping away the tears with the back of your hand. You felt emotionally drained but also a strange sense of relief. Finally sharing your pain with someone who understood made the burden a little lighter.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do,” you said, a little calmer after having cried for several minutes. “The group was all that I had”.

“That’s not true,” she replied, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear to look at your face better, “You have your talent,” she assured, “you have your passion and you have the girls who I’m sure also want to continue with this path,” she continued.

She looked at you with adoration in her eyes.

“You all will leave the company after the contract is terminated so you can get together and start again as a group somewhere else,” she proposed. 

You stared at Sana, her words slowly sinking in. The idea of starting anew with your group members, away from the constraints of the company that had just let you go, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"But where would we even begin?" you asked, uncertainty still lingering in your voice.

Sana's smile grew brighter, filled with determination. "There will be a way. I believe in you, in all of you. You have the talent, the passion, and the dedication. You can build something incredible together, something that's truly yours."

Her unwavering support gave you a glimmer of hope in this otherwise dark moment. It was a daunting prospect, but the thought of creating music and art with your friends, free from corporate limitations, was a dream worth chasing.

You looked at her and her smile gave you hope. She leaned in to hold your face in her hands and instinctively you closed your eyes. Sana always knew what to say to make you feel better, to make you feel protected and safe when everything was crumbling down. 

“I believe in you,” she repeated, leaving a soft kiss on your lips that lingered for a couple of seconds, “I can’t wait to see all the success you’re about to have”.

You nodded at her words, reloaded with a new sense of motivation. 

As you leaned on Sana's shoulder, you realized that even when one chapter ends, another can begin. You had the talent, the passion, and, most importantly, the unwavering support of someone who believed in you. 

With a grateful heart, you whispered, "Thank you, for everything," knowing that you were not alone in this journey.

[beiasluv]

hey!! i was thinking maybe a neteyam x y/n where he keeps finding her in compromising situations with aonung or another guy? obviously just misunderstandings but id like to see him jealous, yk maybe sad (not saying anything to her, moping, etc) until he kind of explotes…😁up to you, thanks x

jealous neteyam

a/n: YASS, feel free to cancel me because I love jealous trope. anyways, guys, communication is the key to relationships but this is just for entertainment purposes / enjoy🤍

masterlist

of all the times that neteyam sees you, it always has to be the worst time possible.

falling on top of ao’nung? checked. patching his face up? checked. him stabling you by your waist? checked. the list just goes on and on

“oh my goodness, i- i am so sorry, let me help you,” you fell upon the teal metkayina, face landing on his chest.

“um- sorry,” he pushed himself off the ground reaching for your waist by his hands.

of course, he didn’t think anything of it, until it started reoccurring many times

what about the time when you were straddling a metkayina boy on his lap? isn’t that obvious?

how about when you swam off into the ocean with him? he felt his heart shattered into a million pieces right at the beach.

if that’s not enough, what about the time when he heard your heavenly voices with another guy in the marui. he knew what those voices were about, he wasn’t born yesterday

unfortunately to you, neteyam started acting differently

he seemed to distance himself…? it’s weird how he doesn’t sit next to you while eating anymore…or, or what about him not cuddling before bedtime?

it broke your heart, what have you done wrong? so you took matters in your hand

“nete, love, you okay?” your soft hand reached for his chin.

“yes, i am fine, i am going to bed, night,” and without a look towards your direction, the lights flickered off.

he stopped hugging you, hell, he even stopped kissing you

but he’ll never miss a chance to show his dominance while other people are around. will definitely snake an arm around your waist.

that’s the only time you’ve ever felt his warmth in many months

the only time he’ll talk to you is when there’s other guy around

“excuse us, we have something planned today, let’s go, y/n,” he grabbed your hand and left the confused metkayina alone.

of course, there wasn’t a word spilled during the walk back to your marui. he didn’t even took an effort to look you in the eyes, don’t even expect a word from his mouth.

at the marui is all the same, he left you alone, in your shared bed, consumed by your thoughts

and this pain just need another thorn to make it worst

“pl- please, y/n, stop,” a new voice rung though his twitching ears

“hold still, it will hurt a little,” a familiar tune hit his ears.

“plea- please, make it quick”

you yearn for his touch everyday, and as if faith wasn’t on your sad, he distanced himself day by day

his eyes doesn’t sparkle like it used to, his touch doesn’t spark against your skin like it used to.

he always come home late with those darkened under eyes. did he stayed with his brother to escape the pain with you?

you see every time he sighed to himself while taking to you. is he bored of you?

how can he leave you? after all the things you’ve been through together? of course, he would leave you, right…?

he stopped holding your hand, stopped holding your waist, no more intertwining tails.

what about the vows you’ve made? did they mattered after all?

you tired your best to fill this love everyday, but it’s draining you to fill it by yourself

“love you, neteyam, stay safe,” you kissed his cheek as he pulled away quickly.

“love you too,” he said quietly.

“say it like you mean it”

“what?”

“say it like you really mean it, i know you don’t love me anymore,” you fought back the tears in your eyes.

“how do you know i don’t love you?!”

“because you’ve been acting like one big prick!” a year fell down your cheek. “i don’t even know if you want me anymore, you wanted to unmate me, right?” you’ve met with a silence in his face, and your heart dropped a thousand miles.

“so i am right, huh?” “you wanted to unmate me?”

“NO, NOT NOW, NOT EVER I WANTED THAT, YOU ARE THE WRONG IN THIS!”

“THEN WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MAKE YOU HEARTLESS LIKE THIS? this is not the man I’ve mated with under eywa that night!”

“DO NOT THINK I AM STUPID, I SAW YOU WITH AO’NUNG AND OTHER GUYS, THE WAY YOU GUYS ARE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER, THE GAMES YOU GUYS ARE PLAYING BEHIND MY BACK!”

“wh- what are you talking about?” a whimper escaped your lips.

“do not act innocent, you are cheating on my behind my back!” he cried and gripped his arm so tight that it formed a bruise on his arms.

“i have never! i would never do something like that”

“then why do i keep seeing you on top of him, on him, and your voices while you are doing the deed with him?”

“what deed?” you whimpered, his hands punching the wall, sending a tremble down your spine. “yo- you must have misunderstood the situation”

“oh, have i?”

“i fell on top of him, and i offered to patch up his wounds for him,” you realized how stupid you guys were.

“what?”

“you thought i was having sex with him? how dare you, i don’t even think his teal skins are as beautiful as yours,” you held him in your embrace.

“w- what? i am such a prick,” he punched himself in the face.

“no, no, no, stop, please,” his hands find their comfort in yours

“i am so stupid! i am the worst mate you could ever ask for!”

“you are the only mate i ever have”

“please, please, please…forgive me…”

and the rest was history 🥺

neteyam is the sweetest thing you can ever have but don’t ever make him misunderstand things again, because is he sad SAD

love ya’ll take care of yourselves 🤍 go touch some grass 😳

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[friendly-neighborhood-furry]

sometimes the state of the world makes me want to go outside and scream as loud as i can for help. sometimes it makes me want to crawl deep into a hole and never come back out again. sometimes it makes me want to fall to my knees and sob uncontrollably. sometimes it seems so hopeless that i cant see any better alternative other than just disappearing.

so much evil and destruction and suffering-- and for what?

what is it all for?

for the latest popular billionare to take a 13 minute flight? for the newest remake of a movie that changed my life to get turned into mindless sludge? for a never-before-seen species of animal to be discovered, then pronounced extinct the very next week? for millions of people to go broke for having cancer?

i tell my mother that i wont be able to afford a house. she says "no, you will." i tell my counselor that my government wants to kill me. she says "that's not true." i tell my teachers i don't see a point in doing well in school because i wont be able to get a job anyway, even if i have a college degree. they tell me "no, you'll get a job. school is still important." i email my senators begging them to stop funding the genocide in Palestine. i get a copy-pasted email back with a history lesson about why that wont happen. one million people died from COVID last Christmas and i'm the only one at my school still wearing a mask. my future as an artist was ripped from my hands in less than two years and pretty soon i wont be able to share anything about my art at all. i'm half mexican, but everybody says i'm "too white" to be a "real mexican". its been four years and i'm nowhere closer to understanding my gender identity than i was at the start. tumblr has been my only safe space for three years and now that KOSA might pass this week, where will i go?

and all the while, through all of this conflict-- people are still falling in love for the first time and rescuing kittens off the street and watching their children take their first steps and getting married and making fun little indie games and building elaborate cosplays of their favorite character and making the most heart-touchingly beautiful pieces of art you've ever seen and meeting lifelong friends and cooking amazingly delicious food and playing children's games and weaving baskets from pine needles and taking care of livestock and collecting little knick-knacks and having the best day of their lives and writing their first line of code and learning to play instruments and hatching baby birds and posting a 100K word thesis about a show they really like and uploading song covers for 19 people on Youtube to listen to and pushing the boundaries of what science can accomplish and discussing moral philosophies in the comment section of a Reddit post and feeling truly seen in the eyes of another human being for the first time in their lives and growing old surrounded by the people they love.

the future is uncertain, but the world will go on. the winds will still blow and the tides will still flow. people will continue to find joy in this hell and fight for it with everything they have.

so don't give up.

"don't give up," i tell myself.

"don't give up," i tell you.

"don't give up," i scream into the sky.

there is always something to keep going for. if you cannot find it in yourself, find it in others. find it in the people in your life and the people you see online. find it in the good of humanity you know to exist.

find it. keep fighting. don't give up.

[igotanidea]

It's over: Jason Todd x f!reader

Summary: Jason was dead. Or, well, at least that what Y/N believed. After all, she saw his body, she attended his funeral. And she was hurting for so long. It took her almost two years to get back into sort of normality. And then, then she found out he was alive all this time......

And only because he showed up at her door......

Warnings: hell lot of cussing, angst to the nth degree, a bit of kissing and touching (nothing explicit though), possible crying coming, Taylor Swift quotation.

Based on: "If I ever" by Conor Maynard

A/N: before this, I got a request from an angst lover (story is here: Lost), whoever you are, I dedicate this one's to you.

„Is this a joke?!”

„Y/N…..”

“Is this a fucking joke?!”

“Please, just calm down.”

“Fuck off! You don’t get to tell me what to do!! Not after, after…..” she was slowly breaking in her anger, reality creeping in, draining all the power she had. Her legs gave up on her and she just slid down the wall onto the floor, her limbs laying loose, boneless, eyes wide open while she was processing the situation she just found herself in.

Poor girl. Y/N was an old friend of Jason Todd. They met before he got adopted by Bruce and become Robin. Both Y/N and Jason were raised in Crime Alley and get to know each other from getting in and out of common trouble. When Bruce came in, Jason made sure he took care of his friend as well and that was how she ended up in Wayne Manor, learning about the technology and surveillance and soon becoming the “man, or rather woman in the chair”. Their story was classical “friends to lovers” trope, only ending with them becoming a couple due to Dick’s foul mouth. One time he mentioned something about Jason catching feelings and Y/n, being her direct and straightforward self, confronted the boy about it. After a while of blushing and sweating he finally confessed and they became a couple. And despite everything, the temper tantrums and insecurities they worked through it. Robin and his right wing. They were good together. Until Jason decided to go against Joker.  And got killed. And left her completely alone, or at least that was how she felt at that moment. She could not leave the past behind, desperately holding to the little pieces of memories she had of him, of them. Dick, Tim and Damian did their best to make her get through but she was too stubborn for her own good. It took her 23 months to start slowly healing her heart. And just as she was ready to get out of the house and start living again, maybe getting back to her own position in batfamily, she learned that Jason death was…. temporary and he was in fact alive, and  running around as Red Hood. That was a kick in the teeth. But what was even worse was that one afternoon she found him inside her apartment, placed on the couch with remorseful expression, ready to beg for forgiveness and to crawl back into her freshly –patched up life.  Of course, the moment she saw him inside she wanted to throw him out the window but due to all his muscles and height it was not possible so instead she resorted to verbal anger, trying to hide the mix of emotions – pain, fear, relief, love…. Way too much for one person, so finally she just went silent not capable of dealing with it all.

“Y/N…. Please, say something. Baby…..”

“What did you just call me?!”

“I’m sorry.” He said and she was not exactly sure whether he was sorry for pretending to be dead for the last years or for using her pet name only to his advantage.

“You don’t…. you don’t….” she sobbed desperately and it took all his power not to scoop her in his arms at once, shielding her from the world, making her safe. He wanted to spare her the pain, but the sad truth was that he was the one to cause all of it and upon realizing his grand mistake his heart broke into million pieces. Perhaps even more than hers.

“Y/n…..” Jason tried once again, his hand reaching for hers, but the girl just yanked it away, hugging herself. All the shock she just went through by seeing her ­not-so-dead  dead boyfriend making all her body tremble from the sudden coldness.

“Don’t. Just…. Just don’t.“ she managed to say “I can’t do this again. I just can’t. Please, get out.”

“You know I can’t do that” he whispered closing his eyes in poor attempt to hide all the pain he held inside. His voice, however, gave him away.

“You had no problem with that when you pretended to be six feet under!”

“I wanted to protect you!” he screamed

“From what?!” she yelled back pretty sure her neighbors had perfect acoustic to hear the banter.

“From being hurt! From getting injured because of me! You know damn fucking well how many people were after me while I was still Robin!”

“Well, look where It got you…..Red Hood.” she said barely audible “Are you happy now? Knowing that you broke my heart? Knowing that you broke me. I cried for days for you, Jason. DAYS. I mourned you. I avoided Dick, Tim and Damian for weeks because every time they started the family drama it reminded me of you….”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, sorry does not make it any better, does it?” she lowered her gaze looking at the floor “and you know what’s the worst thing in all of that?”

“I….”

“I never, never, stopped loving you. Fuck! I could not get into a relationship with anyone even if I wanted a rebound. It was always your face I was seeing, it was always your smile, it was always you” his eyes widened at those words and their gazes met for a second. It was as if a spark flew between them lighting up their inside and making both of them get lost in each other’s eyes. Just like the first time they confessed to being in love.  Neither Y/n, not Jason turned away, and she did not stop him when he slowly leaned forward capturing her lips in his, pulling her onto his lap, closer, he wanted her closer. God, how he missed her, her skin, her warmth, her soft hands sneaking up his chest into his hair playing with the ends. He groaned tightening the grip to the point where she squealed from the long forgotten pain of his strong embrace, but he couldn't care less deepening the kiss, wanting more and more and more…..

He did not get much affection since he became Red Hood and even then, no one could ever compare to her and her gentle touch, the feel of her lips on his, her body against his. She was his one and only. She belonged with him. They were perfect. And then he had to go and fuck this up. Memories of them together just flooded him. All the nights she was spending at the manor waiting for the batboys to come back from the patrol and then checking on all of his injuries to the detriment of her own health.  All those nights she was falling asleep in his arms, feeling safe and loved. All those nights that the only thing that kept him going through all the fights was the thought of her and the knowledge of the comfort and tenderness her presence brought him.  Her acceptance no matter what he did and how bloody he got. All those mornings when they get to steal some time away from his vigilantism and just cuddle in bed, holding tight onto each other like they were one another’s lifeline.  Fuck! He loved when the first thing he saw after waking up was her beautiful face and peacefully sleeping form.  He missed her body, all those curves and stretch marks she hated so much. All those little imperfections of her skin he get to kiss and worship every time she got insecure. All the pleasure he was giving her, while just loving her for hours, never getting enough of her sweat moans and the way she reacted to his touch. Her smile, her laugh, her sense of humor, her brain, her intelligence….. All of her.

He wanted her. There could never be a time when he wouldn’t want her. His fingers started absentmindedly playing with the hem of her shirt and that made her pull away from him and stand up.

“Please…. “ he whined not wanting to let go.

“You need to go, Jason.” she stated simply

“Please, I….. I can make this right…. I’m begging you.  Don’t leave me like this.”

“How can you possibly make this right?” tears was flowing down her cheeks as with every other word she was taking a step away from him “you can’t. It’s too late.”

“But I love you.”

“I know.”

“So let me make this right.” He insisted, trying to convince her.

“No.” she shook her head turning her back to him “I’ll let you in and you will let me down…… How do I know I can trust you?

“You can. Baby, please….”

“Go away, Jason.” her eyes were everywhere but on him, she knew the expression in them would make her give in and she just couldn't do that.

“Do you want me to get on my knees? Fine.” He fell down next to her legs “I’m begging you, don’t do this.”

“Well one of us has to be strong.”

“I can be strong for both of us in believing we can get through this.”

“No.”

“Baby…”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your baby! Not anymore! Why can’t you understand?! It’s fucking over, Jason! I don’t want to see you again!”

“You…. you don’t mean that…..”

“I sure as hell do. I’ve barely covered all the scars you left and you chose just this moment to show up in my life again! I took a detour from my way to work just to avoid our places! I’ve been through enough! I. Don’t. Want. You.” she poked at his hard chest and he just couldn’t stop himself from grabbing her waist and connecting their lips once again pulling her body closer than possible, moving his lips from her mouth to her jaw and neck, finding that one spot that made her moan softly and his blood boiled at the sound. He needed her. He needed her that exact moment. And he knew she needed and wanted him too. Maybe if he could just convince her, show her what she was missing during that years….. Surely, she did not forget all the things they did when no one was around.

“Y/n…..” he groaned against her skin “let me apologize properly. Let me love you……” his hand brushed over her breasts. “Let me remind you how good we are together….”

"Jay....." she moaned, her walls and tough attitude crumbling.

"I'm here baby. I'm here. Feel me...." he grabbed her hands placing them on his fast beating heart, while at the same time lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Oh, she felt everything at once. His kisses, his touch were too much and not enough at the same time.  His palms were burning against her skin yet she felt so cold, like the clothes were an obstacle in getting what she craved so desperately. Him. It was both wrong and so, so right. It was horrifying and beautiful, real and unreal. She wanted more and yet, she should not…. All those contradictions made her dizzy and her head spinning.  

“I should have known….” much to his surprise she sobbed and punched his chest, possibly hurting herself more than him but also making him stop in result “you just came here because you need a good fuck. I mean nothing more to you.”

“That is not true….. You know you mean everything to me." he put her on the ground "Everything! I care about you, always did. When I had no one, even in this stupid family Bruce decided to create, you were always there for me. It’s more than just physical, you know we had, have, a connection.”

Oh, she knew it. She knew it well enough, they were linked on so many different emotional levels. And she knew aiming at this was her last resort  to make him leave.

“Jason.”

“What can I do, babe?”

“You can turn around and walk out the door.”

“Is that what you really want? You want us to be strangers now? You will go over to the other side when you see me on the street? Is that how you want to play? Huh?! Answer me!” out of desperation he gripped her shoulders with much more strengths than intended “I’m sorry. Oh shit, god, love I’m so sorry” he mumbled in guilt letting go, realizing that if he ever had any chance to convince her to trust him again it was now buried. She flinched and slouched, so fragile and delicate and apparently, no longer his to protect and comfort.

“Band aids don’t fix bullet holes. “ she said and he froze on the spot. Fuck, if she was quoting Taylor on him it was really, really bad “you say sorry just for show. You know how the song go, don’t you? We got bad blood. Leave.” Her voice was now ice cold, her face blank.

“No.”

“Just fucking leave!” she grabbed the nearest item (which happened to be a book he used to read to her, while she was drifting off in his embrace on particularly rough evenings, after all day of work) and threw it at him. He caught it, gently stroking the cover and straightening the pages.

“Fine. Fine! I’ll go! Whatever you fucking want!” he turned around on the heels, tears in his eyes threatening to spill and walked out the door, shutting it loudly behind.  Only now he wrapped his head around the fact it was truly over. He fucked up for good and there was no way back. She would never forgive him and he would never get a chance to hold her, kiss her, talk to her and bond over silly, little things.

“Y/n….” he whispered softly, lovingly, still longing for her as he rested his head on the outer side of the door. “I’m so fucking sorry.” That dull ache in his chest tearing him apart. He just wanted to make things right and ended up tossed away, again .…

Little did he know, that inside the apartment the girl, whose heart he broke twice was laying on the bed sobbing and holding tight onto the plushie he won for her at the fair so many years ago.

“Jay….” She cried silently, not able to calm down without his arms wrapped tightly around her, his warmth lulling her to sleep. He didn’t deserve this. But then, neither did she….

He opened the wound and this time she was not sure if she could recover again. But one thing she knew for sure. It was over. The question was, how long will it take to deal with the pain this time.      

[mountymase]

invisible string - part two

cold was the steel of my axe to grind for the boy who broke my heart

pairing: reader x mason mount  summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad. warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing. warnings: agnst, fluff, swearing and smut. if you’re a minor, for heaven’s sake, do not interactauthor: this is my first time writing mason smut and i felt like he was judging me while i wrote it, so it’s safe to say i’m extremely embarassed. don’t forget this is FICTION! the parts in blockquote are for the flashbacks!

word count: 2.797k

PART ONE

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As a mother, something you promised to never do, was punishing your daughter for your poor actions and decisions. When Lily left her room all dressed up and ready to leave for her bestie’s house, your heart broke into a million pieces, because you couldn’t just tell her that the day she waited for so long wasn’t happening anymore. You, on the other hand, were a coward. Food poisoning was your excuse when you called Jaz to let her know you wouldn’t be able to go and she kindly offered for her husband to pick up Lily and give you the weekend off, promising she’d send you hourly updates on Lily and would bring her back home if you missed her too much. But time off never sounded so good, even if it broke your heart knowing that to think straight, you need your own daughter away.

The only other person who knew Mason was Lily’s father was Willow, your best friend, who was also there at the rehearsal. Her jaw dropped when you FaceTimed her to tell who exactly Summer, Jasmine and Debbie were, and she praised you as the greatest mum for not forbidding your daughter to have a great day with a friend she clearly loved so much. It wasn’t Lily’s fault, she didn't deserve to be punished because that was — SURPRISE! — her unknown family. For how long, though, would you be able to be such a great mum and let your daughter be friends with her cousin without knowing the truth? For allowing Jasmine and Debbie to spend time with Lily without knowing who she was? For how long would you be able to lie to all of them when they’ve shown you nothing but kindness, and Lily could be enjoying life with her paternal family? It wasn’t right to them, too, and your thoughts were mostly on Debbie and her husband.

For how long would you hide that she was Lilian Maisie because her father was Mason?

You did try to tell him, though. Instantly, your mind went to the night Lily was conceived.

The loud music and the bright lights were annoying, to say the least. Still, your hips perfectly moved to the sound of every beat and you were actually having fun. It was your best friend’s birthday and, as a sucker for birthdays, your mission was to have the greatest time and make sure your group of friends had a blast too. In your own little world, you poured champagne into your best friend’s mouth and allowed her to pour it into yours too, but you knew Willow’s reflexes weren’t the best when sober so why would they be when she was clearly already wasted?

“Fuuuuck!” The black slipper dress was glued to your body, but you couldn’t hold a loud laugh as Willow followed you. “Fuck, fuck. Whatever, fuck! Let’s go get another drink.” 

The thin line between carefree and careless was already there, even more so when you were bold enough to ask for tequila and returned to your booth with one bottle on each hand, knowing the group would want some shots. Almost stumbling on the last step that gave you access to the booth, sitting on the burgundy leather sofa, you frowned when a towel was given to you. Looking up, you found that cute guy who you’d been staring at, holding it for you and that big smile that made the corner of his eyes wrinkle flashing at you. 

“I thought you might need this, Miss Champagne.”

“How thoughtful of you to help me with my champagne problems…?”

“Mason.” He winked and your heart skipped a beat. How pathetic, swooning for a guy you just met. At a club, and completely drunk.

Mason was a cute name, but right now you could only think of how it’d sound if he made you moan it. You didn’t know, but he thought about that multiple times since you walked into the booth next to the one he shared with his friends and watched you, he thought of how those hips would move on top of his instead of moving to the beat of each song that filled the place. He thought how bad he wanted to just hold it and make you help move them for him. You were fun, your energy matched his and he was looking for an escape. And, on top of that, you were breathtakingly gorgeous and couldn’t care less for who he was when he told you, and you stated that the only athletes you cared about were swimmers - italians, to be more specific.

As the night went on and Willow was now forming a line of boys to kiss - twenty, to match her age - you wanted to go and stop her but you knew you wouldn’t be able. Instead, you switched the first guy for one of Mason’s friends and begged him to kiss your friend so good she wouldn’t want any other. Declan was on for the mission and they disappeared together after the kiss. 

You danced together, shared a few more shots of tequila and when Mason asked if you wanted to go to his place, there was no point playing difficult, you both wanted the same thing: fuck each other senseless. He got you all naked before you could even reach the stairs.

“You’re wearing too many clothes, Masey.” You pouted, making him giggle at the nickname. Mentally, he was already fucking you and you could tell that by the way he looked at you. “And you’re perfect just like that, I don’t want you wearing nothing but the adorable flush on your cheeks while you’re here or I might have to punish you.” 

“Hmm, really? I think I’ll put my clothes back on, then.” On your tiptoes, you reached for his lips and brushed it with yours, his warm minted breath making you close your eyes and let out a low and hoarse moan that only worked as an incentive for Mason to grab your thighs and carry you into the living room, straight to his large dark sofa. “Too many clothes, Mason.”

He nodded and quickly got rid of the navy blue Nike hoodie and the basic white shirt at once, leaving his bare chest exposed. Your mouth watered as your eyes wandered through his body, noticing how beautifully sculpted it was, all in the right places. But what really caught your attention, innocently for the first time of the night, was the bulge under his faded blue jeans. You gulped.

“Like what you see?” Mason grinned and you quickly nodded, reaching out to unbutton his jeans. He softly slapped your hand. “Why so eager, baby?” The pet name made you moan, along with the tip of his fingers touching your nipples, then between your boobs and making the dangerous way to your lower stomach. 

“Mason…” You felt your pussy clench around nothing and he gave you another grin as he made himself comfortable on the sofa and you watched his head disappear between your legs.

You felt his breath against your pussy, making your eyes roll and your back arch. “Such a beautiful pussy, I bet it tastes so good.” Mason pressed his lips against your inner thigh as his fingers now played with your juices, teasing you, making your whole body shiver and crave for his touch. It felt like you were about to lose your fucking mind when he circled your clit with his thumb and his warm tongue played with your folds. Mason’s moans while eating your pussy were heavenly, he knew what he was doing and clearly enjoyed it, but you craved for more. 

“Mason, please,” You whimpered and your eyes met. Those big, brown eyes met yours and he lifted his head up, the sight of his lips wet from your juices making you bite your lower lip as hard as you could.

“Say it.”

“I need your cock inside me, now. I need you to fuck me.”

And he did, each thrust harder and deeper than the previous as Mason devoured you. Your sweat mixed with his, your moans, and the way he fucked you was something else. When his thrusts started to become sloppy and his breathing heavier, Mason quickly flipped you so you could ride him and your only goal was to make that man cum so hard he’d forget his name. 

“You take me so well, Y/n. Such a good girl.” You felt your pussy clench around him when he praised you. Leaning your body forward, you held his jaw with your hand and let it slowly slip to his throat. Mason just nodded and you grinned, finally squeezing it softly, making him moan louder. 

“You gonna cum for me, Mason?” He nodded again, holding your hips steady as he now moved his hips up again at his own clumsy pace. “Then look at me when you do it and while I cum all over your cock.”

He repeatedly moaned your name, his grunts only encouraging you to squeeze his throat a bit harder, only letting it go when a final loud grunt parted his lips and he came, followed by you, with your body finally crashing onto his.

“That was fucking great.” Mason giggled and you nodded in return, giggling too as you rolled to the side. 

“For drunk sex, it definitely was.” Looking down at his body once again, to appreciate the view next to you, you instantly frowned when you noticed his uncovered and still hard cock. “Mason, I thought you were wearing a condom?”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you thought how ridiculous and pathetic that night ended. You, with your legs spread open while that stranger you just had sex with literally digged your pussy to remove a condom that got stuck inside. Your only reaction was to panic, knowing how that could end. You just didn’t think it could end so beautifully, with you getting so much love from that tiny human you called Lilian Maisie.

Tears rolled down your cheeks when, now, memories of the following months flooded your mind. To go through that again, you’d have to find comfort on the red wine that’d been waiting for a special occasion for months. You drank it from the bottle, too broken to care for a fancy glass. 

Relief washed over your body when your period came the following month and you let him know through a text, to which he replied with stupid emojis. After that, Mason ghosted you. He unfollowed you on social media and his photo disappeared from WhatsApp too. Mason Mount was nothing but a memory and your life went back to normal, with you going out with Willow (no casual sex with strangers, though) but also focusing on your studies and your new job as a marketing intern for a Swedish fintech company that had just opened their London office. Things were so peaceful, so quiet and happy you feared it wouldn’t last long. But how you’d face the following events of your life were your own choice.  

You usually had that extra energy late at night, so finding a 24/7 gym was your priority when you and Willow decided to rent a flat and live your lives, just two best friends having fun and being adults without their parents around. Although that energy was there, you also felt exhausted. Most likely from all the stress you’d been through over the week. Lifting weights helped a lot but nothing could beat a good run, so you went for it and you could feel all the stress leaving your body. Then it all went black.

“She’s waking up.” You blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust to the bright light. A few frowned faces around you and you recognised Willow, and your parents. 

What happened next almost made you want to pass out again and never wake up.

Pregnant.

You were pregnant, and you knew damn well who the father was.

The way you hunted Mason Mount when you left hospital was almost psychotic, but you’d never walk around with his child growing inside you without letting him know. You were having that baby, it was your decision, and although you felt like you didn’t need him, he had the right to know. But Mason’s reaction to you following him almost everywhere wasn’t what you hoped for.

When you knocked on his door that afternoon, he seemed confused to find you standing there, but welcomed you with a smile anyway. It was a weird atmosphere, that intimacy you shared had completely vanished even if there was nothing more intimate than carrying his baby inside you.

“I know why you’re here and I’m going to save us both from that.” Mason started, making you frown. “I think you’re a fantastic woman. You’re funny, gorgeous, but I’m not really looking for a relationship and I don’t think being friends would do us any good. That’s why I’ve decided to ghost you, and I still think it was the best decision.”

You wanted to vomit, not sure if the baby or his words were causing that. Feeling like he hadn’t said enough, Mason continued.

“It was casual and I’d like to keep it that way, but I do wish you all the best, Y/n. And, if you don’t mind, I need to be somewhere in, like, 15 minutes, so…”

Mason had politely been a fucking asshole, never giving you the chance to say something. To explain why you were there, in the first place. He basically kicked you out of his house and the last thing you’d seen from it was the dark sofa. 

The weekend was the most depressing you had in the past 4 years. Leaving the sofa only when Jaz sent you a message announcing her mother would bring Lily home within an hour, you went for an almost cold shower even if it was freezing outside – it was the only thing that’d make you look decent after a weekend of pizza, alcohol and many, many tears.

The doorbell rang not long after you changed into clean clothes, the white towel still wrapped around your head because you were too lazy to give your hair a blow dry at the moment.

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Tiny arms circled your legs as Lily hid her face between them. Your heart melted, your body felt warm with all that love. “Mummy, I had so much fun with Summer, thank you for letting me go!”

“My beautiful baby,” You cooed, taking her in your arms, hiding your face on the crook of her neck. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Lily giggled, cupping your face with those tiny chubby hands only to smooch your entire face. “Missed you too, mummy. Now let me go!”

You heard Debbie’s warm laugh at your daughter’s wit behaviour, and that was the moment your heart broke into a million pieces. You wondered if there was any sort of weird feeling that made her like Lily, like there was with Summer. Maybe a special grandmother sixth sense.

“Thank you so much for doing this, Debbie. I had no idea I needed this time off.”

“Food poisoning, eh? Does he have a name, sweetheart?” You blushed, knowing the food poisoning excuse was ridiculous. Still, you just shook your head, not wanting to share for obvious reasons. “Jaz and I are very fond of you and the rest of the family can’t wait to meet you. They all loved meeting Lily.”

“That really means a lot, Debbie. Hopefully I’ll be feeling better next time.”

“I should be going now, but we’ll see each other soon!”

“Say goodbye to Debbie, Lils!”

“Bye, grandmama!” Your eyes teared instantly as you watched Lily waving from the sofa and Debbie waved back, blowing your daughter a kiss. Closing the door behind you, Lily was quicker to explain why she called Debbie that. “Summer said I could call her that because we’re besties and besties share.”

“Are you calling Jaz your mummy too?”

“No, mummy.” She giggled. “Don’t be silly. It’s just for granny, grandpa, uncle Lewis and uncle Masey.” Your chest clenched and there it was again, the urge to vomit. Lily’s following words were it: the final stab in your heart, the punch on your stomach. 

“Uncle Masey is really funny, he thinks it’s cool I’m called Maisie. Masey and Maisie. Isn’t it cool, mummy?”

It wasn’t.

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[applejuicefruit]

I love your blog ❤️❤️ never stop writing ❤️ can i request Neymar and Reader where maybe they are cooking together and Neymar breaks a plate and reader flinches because she was in a bad relationship before Neymar but he doesn’t know it please?❤️

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Neymar x reader

Tw : mention of panic attack, domestic violence and abuse

My angel

You and Neymar started to date only a few months ago, everything was new into your relationship, you were still in the honeymoon phase where he would bring you flowers at your office, you would meet every single time after dinner to spend some quality time together and he would give you free tickets to his games. Everything was beautiful but there was just one little detail you didn’t tell him ; you came from a very long and abusive relationship, your ex boyfriend manipulated you into thinking you couldn’t live without him, he made you needed him to the point you couldn’t live without knowing if he was okay or not and when you realised you were stuck into his mind game it was too late, he took all of his anger out on you, it didn’t matter how many times you begged him to stop, he wouldn’t listen.

Your opportunity came when you applied for a job in Paris, that meaning you would had to leave all of your life and start a new one but you didn’t care, you wanted to be free so one day you took that job and left when he was at work. It was the best decision you ever made. It’s been a year now. You met Neymar a couple of months after you moved in Paris and even if you stayed friends for a lot you both felt a pull, you both were so in love with each others it was almost sickening. You would still live in your own apartment, needing your time alone and your spaces and it was okay with that plus you knew he had a son so you didn’t want to make things awkward for him too.

You liked being with Neymar. He made you feel safe and protected, something you thought you would never feel again. He showed you real love and how to love. He knew you came from a bad relationship but you didn’t say anything else, he thought your ex cheated on you and you were okay with that, you didn’t want to bring him in your dark past, not when you created your own perfect bubble to live in.

One night you were having dinner at his place, Davi was with his mother so you and Ney had the place all for yourselves. Instead of ordering food you both decided to cook something, he wanted to make a brazilian dish for you and he asked you to help him cook. You were having so much fun that you didn’t think that a simple plate breaking would trigger all of your trauma in that moment.

Neymar accidentally dropped a plate that it ended all smashed on the floor.

The moment the plate broke something triggered in you and you flinched, scared by the sound.

“You okay?” Neymar asked you when he saw you flinching

“Uh? Oh yeah I’m-I’m fine I just got scared” you said keeping your voice from shaking. Ney seemed okay with your response so he didn’t asked more questions and you were grateful for that but still something wasn’t right with you. Your mind was back at your old place with your ex, the moments he used to shout ad you, the moments he used to lay his hands on you, the moments he used to throw glasses and empty bottles at you and in that exact moment the glass you were holding completely fell from your hands, smashing into millions of pieces on the floor.

“Oh my…I’m sorry Ney” you said with tears in your eyes, remembering all the things your ex would do to you if you dared breaking something he bought because - how he used to say - he worked hard for all you ever had and you didn’t show him appreciation if you broke something “I’m really sorry…I’m so sorry Ney, I promise you I’ll buy you a new one please don’t be mad” you said, head low while taking a few steps back

“Babe? It’s okay it’s just a glass” he said trying to reach for your hand but you flinched away “honey can you look at me?” he gently asked you and you nodded. Your glossy and now puffy eyes meeting Neymar’s worried face

“I swear I’ll buy you a new one, I didn’t mean to break it” you spoke again, fear in your voice while tears fell from your face “just please don’t be mad…”

“Babe…I really don’t care about that glass, I promise you, I’m worried about you my love…can I come closer?” he asked you but you moved your head no “…okay, it’s okay…y/n can you tell me what is going on please?” he asked now, he was kinda worried, not knowing what was going on with you

“Promise me you won’t be mad please…” you asked him and he nodded “okay…so, you know how before meeting you I was in this ehm…kind of toxic relationship right?” you asked him

“Yes, with the shit that cheated on you…” he raised his voice a little bit and you flinched again “babe…did he ever hurt you?” he asked you softly when he saw you flinching again. At this point you started crying more and more and Ney had no idea of what to do, you clearly showed that you didn’t want to be touched and it was okay for him, but he wanted to comfort you and had no idea how.

“He was…he was manipulative and when I tried to stop him it was too late - he became more violent and abusive and I was stuck there” you cried “I had no friends, my friends were his friends and I knew they would have never believed me…I was completely alone and I got stuck into that situation for months and months and I-I” you kept telling him your story but you were panicking and Neymar sensed it

“Honey shhh…it’s okay, you don’t have to tell me the whole story if you don’t want to…I just want you to know that I’m here okay?” he said comforting you giving you a smile and you hugged him, needing him to comfort you. He wrapped his arms around your body keeping you close “shhh…it’s okay baby, it’s okay, it’s over now” he whispered you

“It’s just…he used to throw bottles at me so when you broke the plate it kinda reminded me of him and-and when I broke your glass I panicked…” you explained while his hands were gently massaging your back

“I’m so sorry you went through this baby…” he said, letting a few tears fall but quickly wiping those away because he didn’t want to cry in front of you, he wanted to be strong for you in that moment even if his blood was boiling but he kept it calm and he kissed your forehead “…I’m really so fucking sorry this shit happened to you…you didn’t deserve it okay? You should be proud of you meu amor, you’re so strong you got out of it…I’m so proud of you baby, I love you so much” Neymar was fuming, he couldn’t imagine someone hurting his girl, his love. To him you were an angel, so pure and kind and just the thought of someone laying their hands on you made him so mad but in that moment all he wanted to do was hold you and keeping you close and closer to him, comforting you and telling you how proud he was of you - “okay…I have an idea, why don’t you put on a movie, whatever movie you want to watch and I finish cooking so we can eat and then cuddle all night?” Neymar asked you and saw you smiling a bit

“It’s perfect” you said kissing him and going to the living room to pick up a movie. Neymar smiled at you while finishing to cook, already thinking that you may have chosen a marvel movie even if he was more a dc person but he didn’t care, all he wanted was for you to be comfortable and happy with him.

[chrisbitchtree]

Eggs

A tiny little something in honour of Billy's birthday!

800 words - G

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“Funny how Easter’s on my birthday this year,” Billy said, bypassing a greeting completely as he grabbed a post-run glass of water from the fridge. “Fucking weird how it moves around every year. I can never keep track of it, and now it’s so early, it’s throwing me off. I know we’re going back to Hawkins to Hop and Joyce’s house for Easter lunch on Sunday, but maybe we can do something afterwards, or the next weekend, if we’re not too busy?”

Steve nodded and turned away, trying to hide the grin taking over his face. Sure, they were busy trying to get the record store they were opening off the ground, but it was crazy to Steve that even after a decade together, Billy didn’t know well enough that Steve had already been planning something for his birthday for months.

In fact, given that it was his 29th, his champagne birthday, Steve was planning something extra special, a huge party with all of Billy’s favourite people, Hop and Joyce, all the kids, Robin, and some of their other friends from the city, all of them congregating at Joyce’s for a big turkey dinner in honour of Billy.

“How were you at Easter egg hunts when you were a kid?” Steve asked Billy, trying to steer the topic of conversation away from birthdays.

Billy shrugged. “Can’t really say. Neil told my mom to stop setting them up for me when I was about five. Said I was too old for that shit. Too bad, I love those little eggs. Just never felt the same to eat them after without earning them on a hunt.”

A tiny piece of Steve’s heart broke at the words. He knew it was part of Billy’s healing process to be really matter of fact about Neil’s cruelty, that it wouldn’t help at all for Steve to make a big deal out of it in the moment, to try to comfort him or tell him everything was all right now. So, he did as was requested and just told Billy that that sucked, kissed him on the top of his sweaty head and they moved on with their day.

Or so Billy thought. As soon as Billy was in the shower, safely out of earshot as he blasted metal so loud Steve was sure the neighbours would complain again, he placed a call.

“Hi Steve,” Joyce said, when he informed her of who was calling. “It’s very nice to hear from you, but you don’t typically call the store. Is everything ok?”

“Of course,” Steve replied. “I didn’t mean to scare you, I’m just hoping that you can do me a favour. Does Melvad’s have any chocolate eggs left?”

“Sure,” she answered, sounding confused. “We have about thirty or so bags left.”

“Great!” Steve smiled. “Can you buy them all? I’ll pay you back as soon as we get there on Sunday.” He went on to explain his plan, a giant easter egg hunt, stretching all over Joyce and Hop’s new farmhouse property. Forget the party, Billy was going to lose his mind over this.

Joyce promised that she’d buy the eggs and enlist the kids to hide them all over the yard. Steve thanked her, then settled in to wait until Sunday.

***

Easter Sunday came, and as Steve had guessed, Billy hadn’t been at all expecting a party, and thanked Steve and Joyce a million times over for getting everyone together for him. They had a great time, feasting on ham and turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing, hot cross buns and three kinds of pie, along with a huge birthday cake for Billy, and they all toasted him with champagne as they sang happy birthday.

Then finally, it came time for Billy to open his presents. Steve could no longer hide his grin as Billy tore into his gift from Steve, two tickets to see Metallica, cradled inside an easter basket. “Uhhhhh, thanks, babe? I think?”

Steve laughed, explaining Billy’s task to him and the crowd gathered around them. “It just seemed fitting that since your birthday is on Easter this year, that we do something extra special. Besides, you’re never too old for an Easter egg hunt, right?”

Billy smiled at him, giving him such a fond look that Steve had to take a moment just to look at him, capturing that moment in his memory forever.

They all spent the afternoon helping Billy on his hunt, laughing and smiling, posing for Jonathan’s camera, as they filled his Easter basket almost three times over.

They ended the day curled up together in bed, surrounded by little balls of tinfoil Easter egg wrapper, groaning as their belly aches started to set in. Even as he reached for the Gravol, Steve knew that this would quickly become a cherished memory.

[teewritessmth]

~~Fragmented Affection (Part 01)~~

Kenny x f! reader

Summary : After splitting with your shitty ex, you seek comfort in your best friend Kenny. But are you two just friends?

Warnings : Drugs, alcohol, exes, glass shattering, mentions of abuse

You've never had the best relationship with Marcus, not only was that man the biggest liar on the face of the planet, he was also an alcoholic.

You two met in high school and he had asked you out. Unfortunately, things took a turn and turned your relationship very toxic.

He'd leave in the middle of the night, god knows who he partied with all night and returned at 3 in the afternoon. He'd come home drunk out of his mind and try grabbing you, when you wouldn't comply with him, he'd throw plates or cups to the ground. All the nice dishes you owned, all those beautiful china plates you collected were shattered to bits by him. You never tried stopping him, what if he ever did something to you?

Out of all this, you took solace in your best friend. Kenny had tried a million times to convince you to leave that shit of a man but you were in too deep. Breaking up with him would only cause complications.

Though how long? How long would you have to convince yourself that this is what you wanted? How many more times were you going to hurt yourself picking up those broken pieces of glass?

You decided to give Marcus an ultimatum.

"If you don't stop fucking drinking Marcus, expect to see me out the door by tomorrow".

"Where the fuck will you go, bitch. Last time I checked you weren't the one who owned the apartment". He gives you a bored look and takes a swig from his bottle.

You. Have. Had. Enough.

You grab the tablecloth and pull it harshly, throwing all the dishes to the floor and breaking them into fragments, some of them hit him. Marcus looks at you with wide eyes, you were never the one to initiate violence.

"I'm not playing around, expect me gone from your life". You walk towards the storage room for some privacy and call Kenny.

"I am so sorry for calling you this late into the night, Ken. But I did it, I broke up with him. I had enough of this..." You're voice breaks as you feel hot tears forming in your eyes.

"I'm so glad that you understood what was right for you. Would you like me to come pick you up? I'm pretty sure you're not staying with that creep tonight". Kenny lets out a relieved sound, happy that you finally let him go.

"if that's okay with you, then can you please come here and pick me up". You whisper into the phone, a glass bottle in hand incase Marcus tries to come in and do something.

"I'll be there in 20 minutes, pack all your stuff. You still have the keys to your apartment right?"

"Yeah, I kept them cause I had a feeling we wouldn't last". You cut the call with a sigh, you were really going through with this after all.

You pack all your stuff in a suitcase and find your Marcus unconscious on the ground, probably due to all the shit he drinks. You don't pay him much attention and leave the house that had once been the start to your dreams, but I guess dreams come true at the correct time and the correct place. Marcus was never meant to be your forever love.

Time Skip

Kenny drives you to your last apartment, without saying a word he holds your hand and offers you a reassuring smile. You smile back at him and hug his arm, he stiffens up a little bit but doesn't react otherwise.

"I'm glad I have you Kenny, so so glad". You kiss his cheek and stare out the window.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere anytime soon so no need for the formalities m'lady". He winks at you and you two break into laughter. Only he knew how to pull you from the obstacles life hurled at you.

Time Skip

It had been 3 months since you moved into your apartment again. Marcus had been arrested for the possession and ingestion of drugs, it was safe to say that you wouldn't be hearing from him for a very long time. The friendship between you and Kenny only got stronger and you would be wrong if you said you didn't start having romantic feelings for him.

That man had the body of a Greek god, the most beautiful eyes and the cutest of smiles. He was smart, soft and so terribly sweet. He was calm, patient and everything you ever needed him to be. Would he ever reciprocate your feelings for him?. Your thoughts get disrupted by a call from the man himself -

"Hey Ken, what's up?".

"Nothing much Y/n, except for the fact I made extra food for dinner tonight. Mind joining me?". You can hear him shuffling around, most presumably still in the middle of cooking.

"If this is your way of asking me to a dinner date, then I gladly agree Ken". You make kiss sounds through the phone and bid him goodbye, he laughs on the other side of the phone and cuts the call. You have a good feeling about this.

Requested by the loveliest @sexybarkbark

[fatbiatchforever]

Out of time (Pt. 6)

Pt. 5

"Are we ever going to talk about what happened?"

Yeppppppppppppppppppppp, take a good guess which dumbass blurted that out. 

YOU.

Last thing you wanted to do was seem surprised or nervous by the question, so you held your head high and gripped the counter a little tighter for some courage.

Bucky was surprised, clearly. Both of you held eye contact for ten long seconds before Bucky looked behind, "You want to talk about it here?"

You looked at the kids, "No," He does have a point, "But, I don't know. Yeah, it's something I thought about."

"Y/N," Bucky's hesitation was showing. You felt bad that you just springed this on him. 

You moved back and turned around to not look at him for a second, to breath out and internally curse yourself for getting here. 

"I'm sorry, forget it. It's all in the past and everyone's moved on and-"

"I haven't."

You turn to Bucky. All of the hesitation you saw before had disappeared. Bucky looked you straight in the eye, which made you feel way too vulnerable. Like he was back at it again. His whole attention on you and only you. Noticing each and every movement of your body, trying to read what's going on in your head. 

You shake the chills away as calmly as you could before asking for more, "What do you mean?"

"It's only you till you tell me that we're done. I kept my word."

The fact that your eyeballs didn't pop out of your socket was unbelievable, "HUH? But, but, you, what?!"

While you broke into million pieces, Bucky was doing pretty well. He simply nodded and continued to look at you like he said the most simplest/straight forward thing ever.

You looked at the kids before you continued, "You fucking left, so how's you waiting for my signal make any fucking sense?!"

"I didn't leave."

"Oh, so you were in the city this whole time but led me to believe that you were gone for five years?"

"WH-" 

You both look over to the kids, who were way too deep in the game to focus on your bickering.

"Cass, can you look after the kids for five minutes?" Cass nods before picking Riley up and focusing back on the game.

Bucky stares at you before you roll your eyes and walk to your room. You flop onto your bed. This was a lot to process in the span of a minute.

"Y/N,"

You look up at him,

"I wouldn't have left if I didn't have to. I, fucked so much up in my life-"

"Buck, that's not true."

"It is. These five years, I thought about it all. I got everything I didn't have for the most of my life with you, but I lost you because I was scared. It was right for you to leave. I should've known what I had before losing it."

Bucky exhales, "The day of our," he looks at you, which you return back with a nod, "I heard from one of my sources, HYDRA was starting-"

"How do they keep respawning like this?"

You immediately cover your mouth with wide eyes, before turning your gaze for Bucky who had a smidge of smile to continue, "They were determined to get their most prized possession back."

"What?"

Bucky nodded, "They wanted their power back. I was the first part of the plan."

Your heart sank. It made sense. All of it made sense. You knew Bucky and everything he would do to protect you. You whispered, "So letting me go was easier than letting me stay."

"If it meant that you were safe, then yes. I knew if I said I wasn't happy you would leave. I needed you out of the house so if they found me, nothing happens to you."

You could feel Bucky's eyes on you, but you didn't have anything to say. You looked at your rug, relieving that night and the hurt, but with a different perspective this time.

"Ross heard about it and he wanted me out. He was convinced that HYDRA had something none of us knew about. He told me to leave before I ruin Avengers reputation by turning back to,"

You moved aside to make space for him to sit. Bucky looked at you to make sure, before taking the spot.

"Is that why you needed to leave?"

"Yeah," Bucky took a moment before continuing, "Ross was right. If I stayed and something did happen, the US government would've been less forgiving. It was better for me to leave,"

"Buck, you could have told me."

Bucky sighed, "Y/N,"

"I know." 

Bucky always kept his missions and Avenger related stuff away from you. He didn't want you to get tangled up in it and get hurt.

"Did you get them? HYDRA?"

"Took me a while to track them down but yeah."

"Did they have anything on them?"

Bucky's silence was all the answer you needed.

"Shit!"

"After we got them, I went back to Wakanda for a bit."

"You're okay?"

"I am."

"Y/N," Bucky called.

You turned to him.

"I, I know, none of this is fair to you. I didn't come back to ruin what you have here. I had-"

You couldn't help it. He was right there. The person you tried so hard to hate was right there telling you he waited for you. Telling you that everything you hated him for was all untrue.

You whimpered. No one could ever make you feel like he did. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, holding you closer, deepening the kiss, holding the nape of your neck that made you shiver. Just as you pulled back, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him. 

You took it all in, his scent, his warmth and his presence.

"I love you." Bucky whispered in your ear.

You wrapped your arms him, "I love you too."

"I missed you."

"I'm not surprised."

Bucky laughed into your neck, his voice vibrating into your skin, "Fuck, I missed you so much."

"Why didn't you just tell me Bucky? We could have figured it out."

"I didn't want HYDRA anywhere near you. Anything to lead them to you."

Bucky held your face, running his thumb on your cheeks, "I could have done it differently. I'm sorry, doll. I did what I thought was right back then. You don't have to forgive me or even talk to me, or be anywhere near me,"

You raised your eyebrow, "You've been back for five minutes and I can't stop kissing you."

"Hmm," Bucky kisses you, "Good, don't stop. If you ever give me another chance, I promise to do better. Instead of making decisions for our relationship on my own, we'll do it together."

"Damn, character development." Bucky looked at you with so much love that you knew you had to be honest, "I, I was angry at you for so long, but I knew I loved you and it hurt so much. I know we have so much to figure out but I love you and I want to try."

"Me too."

Bucky and you smiled, staying tangled up in each other for a bit.

"Buck?"

"Hmm,"

"It's been really quite out there."

"Oh, right." 

Bucky moves his hands away and gets up.

You walk out, but immediately turn back,

"Don't worry, stays between us."

You smile and nod, "For now."

"For now."

[bullet-prooflove]

For Remy Scott FBI Most wanted request please

No. 30 - We cry tears of mascara in the bathroom

TIA

Companion piece to:

Interruptions (NSFW) - Remy hates being interrupted.

Million Reasons - Remy realises he can't give you what you deserve.

When Remy learns the truth about his brother Michael it breaks his heart. He thinks he feels it literally fracture in his chest. He picks up his phone to call you but then he remembers…

He broke up with you last month. He hasn’t spoken to you in weeks.

That agony in his chest, it stabs at him all over again because you are the one person he would go to with this kind of thing, the only person he trusts to talk out his thoughts and his feelings.

He’s in the bathroom when the tears come, in the shower with his eyes closed. All he can think about is the time that’s been wasted, that poor man in prison wasting away from cancer, dying before he can see his exoneration. Remy had been cruel to him at their last meeting, he things he’d said…

He can never take those back.

You’re waiting for him in the kitchen when he steps out of the bathroom, dressed in soft navy blue robe. You push a freshly made cup of tea towards him and something inside of him just aches so God damn badly. Despite the fact he’s ended things, despite the fact he’s hurt you you’re still here checking in on him.

“I heard about Michael, about his case.” You say softly. “I wanted to make sure you’re ok?”

“No.” He says quietly, his voice breaking a little. “I’m not.”

“Can I…” You trail off before clearing your throat and starting again. “Can I hug you?”

“Please.” He whispers because he needs to feel something other than this anguish, this guilt that dogs his soul. “I just need to know that there’s someone that gives a shit right now.”

Your arms wrap around him, holding him close and he buries his face into the curve of your throat because you, you’ve always been his shelter from the storm, you’re the person he feels safe with, the one he trusts to always have his back.

“I’ve got you.” You tell him, your lips brushing over his hairline. “I promise you, I do.”

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[queenofadarkworld]

I'm not even in the slightest able to describe how heartbroken I really feel lately and especially today.. 😭

It all started back in December 2022 with Jin and it's still hard for me to just think about it today. Back then I already knew it wouldn't be any easier for me to see the others leave as well. I love every single one of them for all the joy, laughter, smiles and happiness they brought to us in their own unique ways. I will forever be grateful for everything they did just to make Army happy. 💜

But to be quite honest: After Jin left today is the day I feared the most. The day both Jimin and Jungkook had to say their final goodbyes. Deep down inside of me I was so scared about how they were going to take it. Then they went Live and what should I say? I was not ready for any of this. To see Jimin so emotional vulnerable, to see those tears in his eyes after all those years in which he gifted us with his beautiful laugh and smile broke my heart in more than a million pieces. And Jungkook who clearly didn't want to end his Live, who clearly wanted to stay with Army even if it's just for a few more minutes? I just.. I can't.. 😭💔

I never thought how much them leaving would really hurt me but here we are.. Here I am sitting in my living room crying not knowing how to overcome these painful emotions. Somehow I feel empty like I just lost my two best friends. I know how ridiculous this might sound to some of you but that's the way I feel anyway. 💔

For me the only thing that makes it around 0,001% easier to let Jimin and Jungkook go as well is that they at least will have each other and find themselves able to rely on each other. They will walk down this path together as the "brothers" they have been all the time before. Maybe that little thought will keep me going sometime. But definitely not today. Not after we all could see how sad and heartbroken they really were. 😔

2025. A number that for a lot of people simply means that a new year has started. A new year with both its ups and downs just like every other year before. But for Army.. For me.. 2025 means so much more. Finally we will get our beloved boys back. BTS and Army will be together again no matter in which way. No one knows in which state both mentally and physically they will return to us. But I'm sure Army will love them and still have their backs. I sure will! 💜

Army! I assume everyone of us is in their own state of pain and grief right now. But no matter how hard the time till their return might be we have to stay strong for them as they surely will stay strong for us. We owe them to stay strong. No one of us has to go through this alone. Let's stick together as one, let's help each other and let's stay strong together. We can go through this hard time as long as we do it together. For their and our own sake. 💜

Seokjin, Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jimin and Jungkook. No matter what stones have been thrown into your way you kept on being strong even if it was difficult. You were able to do that because every single one of you is a strong person. But also because you fought together for your dreams and for what you all love. Music. Army. Please stay strong and keep on fighting so that one beautiful day you all return safely to us. We will be here. Patiently waiting for the day that we are able to make all of you smile and laugh out of pure happiness again. 💜🫰🏻

BTS and Army - an eternal love! 💜🫶🏻💜

[after-hours-art]

Hug

Paring: Oikawa Tooru x gn!reader

Genre: comfort

Warning: cursing

You curled up into a small ball of sadness in the corner of the corridor. You were in a terrible mood all day, and all you wanted was just little silence before putting on a nice smile for two hours of volleyball practice.

- Hey! What's up with you, Dear Manager?

You looked up to see the last person you wanted to see.

- What do you want, Oikawa?

- Well... I saw you sitting here with a giant rainy cloud above your head.

- Very funny. Go get ready for practice. - you pulled your knees closer to your chest.

You heard some material rustle, and soon an arm bumbed at yours.

- I told you to go away.

- What happened, Y/N-chan? - Oikawa's voice sounded calmer than usual.

- Nothing.

- Nothing doesn't make your voice break.

- I-

- Shut up. - he put his hand on yours.

- Don't touch me.

- Then talk to me. What happened that our cheerful manager is so do-

- MAYBE I SIMPLY CAN'T BE CHEERFUL ALL THE TIME! I-I... I NEED A FUCKING BREAK! - your voice broke as tears started falling from your eyes. Something you had planned for the night. You mentally prepared yourself for some mean comment from the setter because, let's be honest it would be in Oikawa's style. But nothing like that came. Instead he grabbed your hand and pulled you to himself hugging you tightly.

- Shhh... it's okay.

- Oika-

- Shhh. It's really okay. I got you. - he pulled you closer, his hands holding you in solid grip, like if you were about to fall apart into a million pieces.

After a while, players started to gather in front of the gym.

- Crappykaw- - Iwaizumi spotted Oikawa assuming that he was bugging you again. Tooru only shot warning glance toward his best friend. Hajime blinked twice, not recognizing such worried look in this crappy, shitty best friend. In sign language, he told Oikawa not to be late and walked away.

- Oikawa... - you mumbled.

- Hm?

- I heard Iwaizumi-kun. W-we should get going.

He slowly freed you from him embrace, although he wished he could hold you longer.

- How do I look? - you asked, hoping that your eyes weren't red and cheeks all puffy. Oikawa gently traced his thumbs under your eyes to wipe tears.

- You look perfect. Not a sight of crying. - he slowly got up from the floor. - I'll go first.

- Wait.

You grabbed his wrist, making his heart skip a beat.

- Huh? - he turned around to face you. You could brace yourself to look him in the eyes.

- T-thank you. I guess I needed that.

- At your service, Dear Manager.

- C-could you... after practice... - you started to stutter. - Never mind. Just go. - you let go of his wrist. You didn't realize you were still holding. Oikawa didn't get it at first, but seconds later, he smiled at you.

- You want me to give you more hugs?

- It was... - you wanted to say that you finally felt warm and safe, but you couldn't bring yourself to breach the walls you built around yourself. Tooru only nodded, reading your emotions without a mistake.

- See you after practice, Dear Manager - he walked down to the gym with intentions to scare the daylight out of his teammate's that he'd kill them if they'd be mean to you or mention obvious red circles around your pretty eyes.

[noxnephilim]

FORGIVE ME

A/n: Will didn't mean to say those things. He had lost himself in anger, he hurt him. He promised himself that after fall everything would have changed. But could he be forgiven, when he almost destroyed their home?

He didn't even remember what they were arguing about. But he hadn't hold back. Words coming back to his mind. Hurtful and vicious words.

He left.

HE LEFT. And he realised that now. He didn't even see the face crumbling, the tears forming in his husband's eyes.

He felt like a truck run over him.

He rushed home. Hopefully, he was still there.

.

.

.

Hannibal felt his heart pounding. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes. Sobbing, hard and uncontrollably, he fell to his knees.

This was it, he thought. Will had left him for good.

He didn't even remember why they were arguing in the first place, but all he could feel now was pain and hollowness.

He felt...empty, drained.

.

.

.

He rushed home, and what he found made his heart break into million pieces.

His husband huddled on the wall, knees drawn up, sobbing hard. He didn't even think, he simply ran and embraced him.

A crushing hug, something he desperately needed.

He didn't even need to say he was mortified, words wouldn't even begin the cover the shame he felt.

While Hannibal broke down in his embrace, pleading with him to never go away, to forgive him and so on, he couldn't help it. He had to.

"Words don't even cover for what I've done, but please. Forgive me, I have been an utter idiot, I have hurt you and broken tour trust. I rushed out without thinking, without expressing my need for a bit of space to calm down" he said, running a hand up and down ghag red cashmere sweater, "What I did is unforgivable, but please love. Please give me another chance" his voice trembled a little, choking with the emotions he felt from his adored husband.

He felt a nod in his neck, and he could have cried tears of relief.

"C'mere, let's go to bed" he said while hoisting the Lithuanian up with ease. He felt him sag against his shoulder, exhausted.

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.

.

He spent the night awake, vigil over his resting husband, who was safely tucked under his chin, grip of steel around his waist.

He vowed to be better. To work on communicating better his emotions.

They could now, they had all their life ahead of them.