I hate how people say “Your parents buy you nice things sometimes so obviously they aren’t abusive” Because it makes me second guess everything like “are they really abusive? I mean they yell at me calling me a faggot and threaten to hit me and kick me out but they bought me this bed so they aren’t abusive are they? I mean they haven’t hit me”
Summary: When you have a nightmare, Steve calms you down with a long session of gentle sex. Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Word Counting: 1.3k Warnings: Smut, gentle sex, parent Steve Rogers, you and Steve haven’t been intimate in months, post-civil war, fluff.
You let out a short scream when your eyes opened wide, finding Steve’s face right above yours.
“Hey.” He muttered. “It’s okay. It was just a dream.”
You breathed deep, trying to relax. Looking at your side, you could clearly see the room had been disrupted by your powers, and you used them to put the furniture and dropped objects back in their places.
“You were dead.” You muttered. “I was at your funeral and…”
Steve immediately pulled you his arms, feeling as your body started to shake again.
“It’s okay.” He held you tightly, running his hands over your back and hair. “I’m here, I’m alive. I’m here with you.”
You close your eyes inhaling his husky smell and feeling his strong fingers massaging your back and scalp, calming you down.
“It was terrifying.” You confessed.
“I know.” He breathed under you. “The thought of losing you terrifies me too.”
You raised your head and looked into his eyes, the light from the windows only enough for you to focus on his blue gaze and leant down, joining your lips.
“I love you.” You murmured into the kiss. “Love you so much.”
His hands flew to your waist when you moved your leg to his hip.
“Y/N.” He exclaimed when you pulled away from the kiss. “Are you sure?”
I hate that my mother doesn’t love me in a way a mother should. I hate that now I look for physical validation and mental validation wherever and it fucks with my emotions and my friends. I wish I could just live and be alive and feel loved. But hey if my mom doesn’t love me, who can?
@fincherly who requested Lucille and Roland bonding with their almost-son now that he’s an adult…. they dote on him and Hershel thinks it’s both sweet and sad watching Des get flustered at the attention bless them all
mermaid”, gasped Percy as he reached the shore and spotted –
well, a mermaid.
The mermaid turned
toward him with a scowl on his face. Oh. A boy mermaid. He had a
dark-blue nearly black tail, flapping it in the shallow water at the
beach. He was pretty, with eyes as dark as the deepest parts of the
sea and fluffy dark curls on his head.
“I’m a merboy”,
corrected the boy rather offended.
Percy blinked and
approached, with his favorite pet in toe. “I like your tail. I’m
grunted the merboy wearily. “I’m Nico. I… uh… like your…
Percy offered a
proud, toothy grin as he gently patted his skeletal companion, the
dinosaur trying to hide behind him. “Thanks! That’s Cera! She’s a
Triceratops. I named her after my favorite character from my favorite
movie! Don’t worry, she’s harmless. She’s just a little shy with
curiously and tilted his head. “What are you?”
“I’m a son of
Pluto. Most my friends are bones”, hummed Percy. “What about
“I’m a son of
Neptune. Most my friends are… sea-monsters”, replied Nico
“That is so
cool”, gasped Percy excitedly.
(Aka: How 10-year-old Percy and Nico are going to meet for the first time in my parent switch AU “Dead Dinosaurs and Living Legends”)
I have a good life, I have food to eat, clothes to wear and a roof over my head. I don’t have to pay a penny myself when it comes to education. I have everything, except for love. I feel so bad for feeling so bad. My dad’s wife keeps insulting me, she calls me dumb, fat, retarded etc, there’s no room for love in that house, not for me that is. My mom manipulated and abused me, I feel so alone and yet I feel like I don’t deserve to feel this way. After all, I have a good life.