#But avoided like the plague when I realised it was the person who started the original prompt

[teewritessmth]

Arranged Marriage

(Part 01 / ?)

(Niko Omilana x f! reader)

Warnings : None

Summary : In order to be the grateful daughter, you have to comply with your father's request. But what is it?

"WHAT!?!!?", you stand up abruptly, question whether you had misheard the sentence.

"Y/n, you're gonna listen to your father, we're not going to argue over something as trivial as this". Your stepmum, Ryona, interjects rudely as she pulls a chair and sits down.

"TRIVIAL?", you exclaim.

Why did she care, you ask? Nope, I don't know either.

"Dad, why are you doing this? I mean give me a proper reason at least. You can't spring up a topic this serious and tell me to go with it." You try pleading with your dad, but he remains unfazed at your outburst.

"We've always wanted the best for you y/n. I've given you everything you wanted, done everything you asked me to. And when I tell you to say yes... You question me as your father?"

Your eyes drop to the floor. It was true. Your father was an amazing man and an even better parent. A sense of shame crawls through your spine as you realise just how much you owe him. He had done so much for you, yet you couldn't agree to one thing he had asked?

"Dad please, this is so stupid. I don't want to be married right now. I just started my career-", you reason.

"Making little videos isn't a fucking career, Y/n. Maybe you're pulling a few hundred dollars here and there, but that doesn't mean that this is a stable job. Do you even know how embarrassing it is to tell people that our daughter makes 'videos' on the internet. I mean even the phrasing of it is absolutely hysterical and shameful!" Ryona finishes her comment with a quick glance at her husband, motioning for him to speak.

"Y/n, please... ", Your dad looks at you with hopeful eyes. What you failed to notice was how that man's eyes filled up with tears as you sighed and started walking towards your room.

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The following week was uncomfortable. Whenever you came down for breakfast, they'd stop talking. They'd drop whatever the hell the were doing and wander off somewhere else. I mean, you were used to Ryona pulling shit like this all the damn time, but not your dad.

He avoided you like the plague. This had gone to such an extent that the old man couldn't bear to be in the same room with you, avoiding your eyes everytime you tried to speak.

Perhaps it was how they treated you, or perhaps how that bizarre idea had implanted itself into your head. You weren't interested in anyone, and god forbid to say that you didn't have any personal goals to hit. You'd love to have a family, you'd love to have someone at home, just for the sake of it. You'd build the family you could never get as a child.

But how?

The were talking about marrying you off.

Or that's how you heard it.

Yeah, Definitely marrying you off.

But how does an option like that sound so much better than living in this hell hole.

Fucking hell.

It's been one month, that your dad and your stepmum have completely iced you out.

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"I'll do it". You state, matter of factly, raising an eyebrow as your 'parents' turn towards you. They weren't gullible, they knew what you wanted to say.

"Y-you'll marry him? You'll marry Nikolas!", Your dad pulls you into a bone-crushing hug which you don't return. How could he be so happy at the thought of his wife sending their child away to a man they don't even know.

Well, they know him. You don't.

He's the son of your dad's bestfriend. Of course the know each other to an extent.

Whatever.

You had dug your own grave, might as well get it over with.

"But, I can't just say that I'll get married to him? He has to agree in order-".

"The boy has agreed a month ago. It was YOU who kept stalling the wedding. How long were you planning on doing this? Don't you see that we have an image to maintain? Now stop your wailing and mentally prepare yourself. You'll both get married in a week's time. I'm calling the Omilanas and confirming". Ryona makes herself very clear, making it painfully obvious that they were going to get you married forcefully if you didn't agree otherwise. Or else how could they manage a whole venue within such an acute time frame?

You nod weakly and head back upstairs, feeling defeated. Your future was written already, your yes meant NOTHING.

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You've heard of him. He's big on YouTube, people in his comments often ask him to collab with you. You'd be lying if you said your comments said otherwise.

Oh how'd the internet would have an absolute field trip if they found out that their two favorite creators were about to me married.

Well....married for the sake of marrying.

Married for the sake of a title.

Married for the sake of your father.

You look at the dress and accessories you had picked out and sigh into your hands. It was happening.

Your wedding........... was tomorrow.

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[laniemae]

I am going to take a break from milgramblr

[important please read]

ok now how do I start. Im going to take a break from tumblr for about a week. Things have been absolutely awful for me here since the very beginning of 2024, even if it may not look that way at times.

to retell the situation it happened with the new years gartic phone game, where someone made a prompt about a ship that made me heavily uncomfortable. To put it loosely it reminded me of an extremely bad experience with a fandom a few years ago when I called out a ship for being creepy and having a huge age gap but I was constantly dogpiled and harassed. It was probably the worst experience I’ve had on the internet and to this day I get really scared of people hating on me and I apologise for everything likely stemming back from the situation.

I tried to persist with the game but I got really upset and left. I expressed on my blog how uncomfortable I felt about the whole situation. Then this one person, who’s a prominent figure in the Milgramblr community, I won’t name them but I think you’ll know who, replied on my post saying that “it’s ok because…” in such an awful tone. It’s hard to explain but basically it felt really bad as they completely dismissed my feelings about the situation just to justify their creepy ship. And even worse, they way they responded was EXACTLY the same way that everyone else responded back in to at old fandom. At the point to I’d much prefer hate and harassment over that false positive attitude.

I freaked out and immediately blocked them and basically went into a panic attack. I was freaking out on my blog and just to make things worse I saw a post praising them and things got so bad. It was the start of the new year and I was on holiday and was supposed to do a bunch of things but because of that situation I was bedridden and couldn’t stop crying. I had so many nightmares about everyone here turning on me and the original incident and I still have them.

the way the person reacted to my situation was absolutely awful. After my breakdown they immediately went to their blog and started posting about how the ships good and you should praise it completely disregarding everything that happened. I’ve always been uncomfortable with them but this pushed me over the edge. And later on I got in contact with someone who was (presumably) trying to help me and we decided to see if that person could make an apology. But they took way to long to even think they gave any attention to the situation and the apology itself didn’t feel that genuine.

This person was still posting about it and didn’t change their pfp and title despite how bad it was to me and they did not do anything at all. Again I’m not naming anyone but I highly recommend you do not support them anymore. I said I’m going to be leaving for a while but if you want clarification on who it is you can just ask, I’ll check my stuff tomorrow morning before I completely shut off for the week.

I don’t know who it was but there was even a throwaway account hating on me and saying awful things. I didn’t care that much as things had already gotten so bad for me that I didn’t care about the opinion of an anon. But like I said, the sickly positive response that person gave was way worse than actual hate.

and that’s only one part of the story. Another thing happened much more recently with the person I mentioned who was trying to help me. They were the first person I followed on Milgramblr and the person who inspired me to join and make all these theories, so with this and them helping me I really looked up to them. It was a few days ago I think but they posted something on their account about that person and wanting attention to them. I expressed my uncomfortable feelings about the situation and they didn’t do anything about it. Instead they decided to KEEP POSTING about it, like constantly and me getting more upset at the situation and how they responded made it clear that they didn’t care at all. I blocked them and we were mutuals for a while.

It’s been a month and I’m still suffering very badly. I’m not constantly crying as I was when it first happened but it still pains me. I’ve been feeling incredibly distressed on this sight knowing that the original person hasn’t done anything about it and they’re still very close. No matter how much I block them or blog tags I still see them in reblogs or bought up. I had to exclude anything relating to the earbuds collab from my milgram archives as it gives me back really bad memories to the pfps involved. I just can’t feel safe in this place anymore and especially that no matter how I feel, nothing has changed since when it happened and no one’s even actually trying to help me or change things.

I’ve just been feeling so bad that I’ve been going days without eating. Just because I can’t be bothered to get out of bed. The only solace for me is sleep but even that’s not good enough as I might have nightmares and I often feel much more tired afterwards. Things are changing for me as I actually have to get up and do something now and it’s surprisingly going kinda well, but that has nothing to do with this situation.

just to note I will be continuing my milgram archives series, I’ve scheduled quite a few posts for this week so they’ll keep going. For me I’ll completely cut off all activity for this week, and may return on Wednesday.

it’s just. I hate how nothings changed. I want something to happen but no one’s helping

#I don’t know how many people will see this #i don’t even know if people will care about this #perhaps I just come back and everything’s the fucking same #I’ve been considering leaving the fandom because of this and I guess this would be to see what’s it’s like #If it’s better to stay or to leave #I’ve blocked so many people from this situation it’s hard to believe #people I thought I could trust… #To say it once again #If you know the person I’m referring to please unfollow them and don’t support them #I can tell you if you ask for a while #And just seeing all the praise the fandom got with people saying the fandom is such a nice and wholesome space is sickening #It was right after what happened and it’s just awful seeing people say that like they don’t care about what happened #They even started a minecraft server which I wanted to join #But avoided like the plague when I realised it was the person who started the original prompt #There was also a thing that happened recently where someone drew all their mutuals as cats #I ended up seeing that person in one of the cats and knowing that they followed them I instantly unfollowed #The cat pfps just make me so uncomfortable as it constantly reminds of the situation #It sounds stupid because it is but I’m at the point where any little reminder can set me off #But it’s not as bad as the collab pfps which I just can’t look at anymore #Although it’s only with a few characters that really make me feel that the art style in general just gives bad memories #To what I said earlier I don’t know anything about the person the originally made the prompts stand on this #I don’t know if they’re purposely ignoring me I don’t know if they even have no idea this is happening but I’m worried #I’ve also had experiences with a bunch of people I used to follow blocking me #And I’ve talked about it here but no one pays attention

[starshipsofstarlord]

Pretty Eyes (2)

summary - you and daryl have reverted to your original positions, however your divide in getting along isn’t only affecting the two of you. it’s endangering the group, and so when needs must, you have to reconcile and make a truce (2.2k)

warnings - 18+ mdni, mentions of sex and slight mention of drugs, mentions of death, mentions of domestic abuse, silent treatment, swearing, slight angst, trust issues

a/n - i am aware that I said there would be smut in this part, however i liked the way this turned out. dw there will be a part 3! i’m really enjoying writing this, it’s my favourite mini series i’ve written so far

part one / daryl dixon works / main masterlist

His gaze avoided any direction that you were in, and you could tell that any soft interaction that you had shared was obsolete in his damned brain. It was possible that that the alarms instigating a departure from the CDC was a good thing, as then you didn’t make a mistake by sharing a tousled bedspread with the youngest Dixon.

You had remembered in the state of needing to survive, that he didn’t care about you, and vice versa, and the only reason you had almost allowed him to fuck you was out of celebration for thinking that you were safe from the dawning aspects of the hungry wilderness. The booze hadn’t helped either, and that to have found yourself in those circumstances, that you had probably drank too much.

Any time you were involved in a conversation, he would talk right past you, as though you weren’t even there at all. You weren’t stupid, you could recognise regret even if wasn’t right before your eyes, and Daryl felt it, and what for? Because he almost exposed the slither of vulnerability with you?

Despite finding him to be a ridicule in his amenity of ignoring you, you didn’t see him as weak, he was one of the reasons that you had made it to the Greene farm after Carl had been shot, aiming for the same deer as the man who had held the gun. Otis, that was his name. He had felt responsible before he died, but Hershel, the eldest and father of the family, saw you as a herd of burdens on his land, but you could only see one, and it was walking straight towards you, his foot falls being wide and ebbed with integral emotion.

It wasn’t Daryl, rather it was Shane, which was unsurprising as the redneck appeared to prefer steering clear of you entirely. His face was filled with spiced annoyance, and it made you realise that he was not walking to converse with you of his own free will, Rick, the sheriff whom had shifted everything, had sent him over to you.

The two of you had held mutual respect for one another, or at least you had back at the camp that was located in Atlanta. He had appreciated that you were willing to speak out against the arrogance of the Dixons, as not many people could find the confidence in themselves to do so, other than himself of course, for which he prided himself on.

He saw himself as a man, but you could see the averted change to his person, he had become slippery with a jurisdiction to pursue everyone as an enemy, and worst of all, lie blankly to the faces of those that surrounded him. Otis died in vain, you knew that, and for what? So Shane could get a head start in recalling his stature to safety, that was why.

He was selfish, and his slope of goodness was crumbling, the world had gotten to him; not everyone was built for the end of it, it was a frame of mind that kept you going, and more importantly helped you to stay alive. His was almost gone, vanished as his brain became plagued with the mindset that he knew what was best for your people.

It was humorous to think that he still saw himself as the leader, he’d had that position swept out from beneath his feet, unknowingly at first, by none other than his best friend. It was a betrayal in his looking and dark eyes, however it had come full circle, because as much as you’d have preferred to have stay a foot away from their business, it was evident that they harboured emotions towards the same woman.

Finally, as you patiently awaited for the brute before you to speak, you could see the slither of the archer’s silhouette within the corner of your eye, returning from his search to uncover the whereabouts of Sophia, whom had ran into the woods alone, and never came out. “Spit it out, I haven’t got all day Shane.” You sighed, refocusing your attention on him rather than Daryl, who once again ignored your presence.

“Rick wants you to get along with Daryl.” He was blunt, as though he was reciting a written speech that he had prepared for him, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if that had been the case. “It’s causing problems for the group, you’re a reasonable woman, so I’m sure you can understand.” You cocked your brow at his rehearsed lines, crossing your arms expectedly as you smirked, penetrating the large man with your stone like glare.

“I can understand that you’re all too scared to pull Daryl up on this, but he’s the one that’s not speaking so much as a word to me. It’s not a problem to me that I’m getting the silent treatment, so how come it is for you lot?” It hurt your feelings a little, sure, but in all honesty it was the least of your problems, one if provoked was stood right in front of you, attempting to rationalise the childlike behaviour that you were being given by the surly archer.

Shane huffed diligently, rolling his irises around in the whites of his eyes, unamused by the ignorance that he decided you held on the situation. He didn’t like the red neck either, he never had, but against his judgement he was here, being the messenger to resolve the petty exchange, or lack of, that you and Daryl were berating one another with. This wasn’t the camp that he had founded anymore, you had all left the gory scene, and those of you that had survived had experienced worse than you had ever imagined.

People were dead, and whilst a particular man in the afterlife had deserved the horror that had unexpectedly struck him, they had lost others than just Ed. You had watched, in the midst of trying to defend yourselves those that you had found along the way were destined to be nothing short of a feast for the undead. And you were a fighter, a good one at that, Shane could tell by how you effortlessly made the walkers fall with a plummeting of a sharp object to the location of their brains.

“Because…” the man whom had once been in military trailed off, feeling thus more controlled by Rick than he was with him in command before the outbreak, “we all need to get along, there’s nothing else that’s keeping us together than simply being alive. And if push comes to shove,” which it would, Shane thought to himself, “you and Daryl are going to have to work together.” He trusted Daryl the least, but if he could get you to understand that your skills were necessary, and that you had to communicate with the handler of the crossbow, then there would be less chance of a problem aspiring from him.

Daryl had a problem, in Shane’s eyes, and that was believing that the little girl was still alive in the depths of the woods, going so far as convincing Carol that he would find her. Shane needed you to be exactly how you were back at the camp, he thought ironically it was due to the eldest Dixon’s absence as to why you were leashing yourself from calling out any bullshit, you felt bad. You pitied the man in your own way, but that wasn’t it. He was ignoring you solely not for the reason for how you had previously spoken to Merle, it was because he had missed the opportunity of getting his dick wet.

Just the thought caused you to swell with anger, it was so typical for him to blame you for the intrusion, rather than the bleating emergency that upheld you with the threat of impending slaughter. But you had gotten out, escaped the narrow destruction that would have taken you with it, and because of it, Daryl saw you as nothing more than one of the trees, stood around them, and acting as nothing other than a distraction.

“Fine. If it’ll get you to stop berating me, I’ll talk to him right now.” You weren’t ready to, you thought in solitary, however you had never been one to back down from a challenge, even if your pride was being held by a thread. There was no cause for you to feel nervous when it involved Daryl, nothing had happened. So you couldn’t understand why as you stalked in the direction of the lone wolf, the reason your heart was berating an echo within your ear drums, and the purpose as to why your hands sweltered and grew nervously clammy.

It wasn’t a big deal. None of it was, other than continuing to live another day as it came, and speaking to Daryl wouldn’t kill you, only wound your pride a little. His spectre of a physique was within your peripheral, he was sat with a vast lack of company upon an astray log, dwindling his fingers together, holding a glinting knife between them. It was understandable that he was deterred from much to do, you felt the same, you were inhabiting the indefinite peace whilst it lasted.

The air stung you as you awaited for your own dialogue to slice through and disturb the lack of bouldering tension the hunter was distributing. He was slightly tense, but that was all, which was understandable considering that his task continued to be unresolved. “I believe you, y’know.” Your mouth felt irritatingly dry as the words ushered from your vocal cords, provoking the attention of the man whom had long since previously had you pinned vulnerably beneath his aroused body. Well it hadn’t been much time since then, but it definitely felt that way. “With Sophia being out there I mean.”

It wasn’t a fleeting battle when there was a child scarcely all alone in the threatening triumphs of the unknown, more so one that had travelled so far with you. Daryl could only scoff, biting back a retort in your direction, clearly disgruntled and unmelted by your peace offering of conversation. “Makes you the only one then.” He stated, convinced with the untested fate of Sophia, his jaw clenching at the unimaginable that may have unravelled without the fruits of knowledge.

“Is that so bad, that I believe you? That I trust you?” Trust was never something you would have once conferred with the name Dixon, but the man had proven himself despite his howling arrogance towards you that he could survive this, and have your back all the same. Without leaning on one another, none of you would have made it this far, and if this was the end, that you would possibly die on the road after Hershel gave you the boot, then you felt the desire to voice your prevailing emotions, rather than act impulsively on the unquenchable nature of lust.

“Ya don’ trus’ me, yer jus’ bein’ stupid.” His accent rang thick as he relished in his frugal spite of allowing a single soul close to him, it was his greatest fear, and he was full with an appetite of pushing you further and further away. Or perhaps he didn’t keen in your direction, you were a stiletto in his foot, pressing the sharp heel into his border of preferred personal space. He wanted you gone, to be notarised by each person in your travelling camp to be left be, especially you. He stepped unwillingly closer, hoping that the decrease in distance would make you flee from his eyesight.

“You’re right I was being stupid, when I was just seconds away from letting you fuck me.” He forced himself not to meet your eyes that were speaking a different story than your mouth, yearning to be accepted within his small list of those he cared for. They were alluring, a drug that he couldn’t quite get a fix of, splicing deeper into him than the arrow had. “And to think, you said I had pretty eyes…” You teased narrowly, slyly rolling them as you glared at him, surprisingly without judgement. “We didn’t do anything, and it meant nothing, so I propose we make amends so we can both get on with the shit surrounding our lives.”

“Make amen’s, I don’t want to make anythin’, ‘cept be left alone.” He huffed sparingly, whipping around to walk away and back to his own self-induced confinement, but you didn’t let him. You couldn’t. With defiance you grabbed his wrist, enabling him to turn around, and you felt a shiver run through your veins. It was like your blood vessels were bursting with contagious sparks, adrenaline coursing through every bone in your body, as you lowly looked up at him, finally making direct eye contact. “Fuck it.”

He hissed, ignoring the hand of yours that was attached to his wrist, and within seconds his hands were harshly cradling your face, his lips pressed hungrily upon your own. It made you forget the devastation of life in which was poisoning the world, and convinced you that you were unknowingly trapped in the CDC once again, celebrating something rather than berating any figment of emotion that crossed your minds. You never wanted to stop sharing your laboured breaths as your lips refused to detach, and Daryl had no intention of doing so as his hands gravitated towards your waist, pulling the entirety of your body closer.

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[agent-grey-fics]

Who we are | Paul Lahote | Part 2

Paired: Paul Lahote x reader

Wordcount: 1116

Summary: Haunted by the imprint that binds him to you, Paul struggles in silence . The weight of his secret and the fear of your reaction build as he contemplates confessing. Memories of a life-altering moment and a pack urging honesty propel him into the night as a wolf, leaving his internal dilemma echoing in the moonlit forest.

Writers note: Here is part 2 of 'who we are', you can read part 1 here. It's a shorter transition part, better be readey for part 3 :p Part 3

The whole ride he didn't speak a word to you. As you closed the car door a sigh escaped his lips. He didn’t realize that he had been holding his breath. Shaking his head, he started his drive home. He was lost in his thoughts. How was he ever going to tell you what he was a part of? What you were part of because of him. He thought back to the moment when everything changed. 

The boys had organized a birthday party for Emily almost two years ago. Everything had been arranged: they had cooked, there was enough alcohol for an entire army, and Embry had arranged a music system for a house party. Everything was going according to plan until you walked in. When the two of you locked eyes it was as if the earth stopped turning. Gravity pulled him toward you while a glowing heat filled him, and everyone and everything else in his life became secondary. He stood rooted to the ground, he never wanted this in the first place and now it was you. The two of you didn’t say a thing and his brothers shared meaningful glances. They knew. You walked towards him, feeling the universal pull and a smile formed on your lips. Confusion clouded your head, all you knew was that you wanted to be close to him. All he could do was turn around, he couldn't get out of the house fast enough.

Since that moment he avoided you like the plague. Ignoring the bond made him even more volatile and his anger outbursts spiralled out of control. Sam had reminded him several times that he needed to embrace the bond, that it could ground him but he would have none of it. He couldn't commit to one person for the rest of his life and depend on her to keep him sane. He simply couldn't, he didn't want to. He never truly loved someone and he didn’t love you before the stupid imprint. There had been a chemistry between the two of you, he couldn’t deny that but it wasn’t love. It was sexual tension, you put him in his place and didn’t take his shit. 

He had considered his options. He could be selfish, tell you everything and knowing you, you wouldn’t run. You would stay if you knew that staying away from him made him go mad. but he didn't think that was fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun. But he knew that it wasn’t fair. For years you had told him you wanted to start over somewhere new, under the sun instead of the shitty weather of Washington. He couldn’t be selfish, not when it came to you. Before he realised it, he had left his car on his driveway and shifted into the silver-furred wolf. He started running as fast as his paws could carry him. The night air rushed past Paul as he ran through the dense forest, the rhythmic pounding of his paws against the ground echoing the turmoil within him. The pack's voices buzzed in his mind, each one urging him to confront the truth, to face the consequences of his actions. ‘Dude, what did you do?’ ‘Where did you go?’ Quill and Embry asked through their mind link. ‘Leave me the fuck alone, I need to think.’ He was angry. ‘No, what you need to do is man up and tell her. She’s your imprint for fuck’s sake. Just tell her, you guys got along before, you even liked her. How things are now is awfully painful to watch.’ It was Jacob, he had enough of Paul chickening out all the time.’ Deep down, he knew they were right. He couldn't keep avoiding it. The bond he shared with you, the imprint that connected him to your very soul, demanded honesty. He needed to come clean, no matter how difficult it might be.

As Paul's wolf form darted between the trees, he couldn't escape the memories of the times when things were different between the two of you. The laughter, the shared dreams of a new beginning under the sun – all of it played vividly in his mind. He realized he couldn't let fear and uncertainty tarnish those precious moments. Finally slowing down, Paul found himself in a familiar clearing deep within the forest. The moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting a silvery glow on the ground. He took a moment to catch his breath, feeling a mix of frustration and determination coursing through his wolf form. ‘I can't keep running away,’ he thought to himself as if trying to convince his own conscience. ‘She deserves to know the truth.’ His heart pounded in his chest, and his mind became a battleground of conflicting emotions. The rhythmic beat of his paws on the forest floor became a drumming soundtrack to the turmoil within. The decision to stop running felt like a weight on his shoulders, and he couldn't escape the haunting question: Was he ready to expose you to the supernatural world that had forever altered his existence? What if you couldn't accept the truth? What if the revelation drove a permanent wedge between you two? These questions clawed at Paul's thoughts, creating a web of anxiety that threatened to ensnare him. The realization that he couldn't predict your reaction loomed over him, casting a shadow on the determination that had brought him to this point. The cool night air carried the scent of pine and damp earth, but even the familiar scents couldn't drown out the internal debate. His wolfish instincts urged him to protect, to shield you from the complexities of his supernatural existence. The internal debate raged on: Was he being selfish by unburdening his truth upon you? Would it be kinder to spare you the knowledge and allow you to pursue the new beginning you had always dreamed of, free from the entanglements of the supernatural?

A part of him longed for the simplicity of the past, the time when you two had shared laughter and dreams without the weight of secrets. But another part feared the irreversible consequences of laying bare the reality that lurked beneath the surface of their seemingly normal lives. With a deep, primal snarl, Paul pushed forward. The decision had been made, and there was no turning back. The moonlit path stretched out before him, and as the silver-furred wolf sprinted into the night, the echoes of his internal dilemma lingered in the rustle of leaves and the distant howls of the pack, intertwining with the secrets that the forest held. 

He was going to tell you.

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[nayatarot777]

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• pile one •

who are your enemies?

a lot of your enemies are extremely immature, and i feel like the conflict that they cause is through being passive aggressive or petty in some way. they don’t think before they speak and they also try to cover up the way that they truly feel about things, while showing how they actually feel about something in a very roundabout way. a lot of your enemies have higher levels of narcissistic traits. maybe they’re even diagnosed with a personality disorder or a mental illness that narcissistic behaviour can be a symptom of, for a small number of you - or they would be if they actually self reflected and realised that they think and behave far from normally 🙃. i feel like the karma for a lot of these people is actually you. the universe made you guys cross paths because you were the one who was supposed to shatter their illusion of themselves. these people could continuously be surrounded by people who praise them or condone them. “yes men”, i’m hearing. i’m seeing that you guys are the types to call people out on their shit. because why shouldn’t you when they’re negatively affecting you and/or other people with their bullshit that you shouldn’t have to put up with? and they try to punish you for that. i feel like they’re usually met with a side to you that they haven’t seen before though, and that intimidates them to a very high degree. they don’t expect the switch up in personality or behaviour from you.

their karma for their bs

these enemies’ karma is that they experience major endings in life. usually in an extremely painful way - mentally painful most of all. a lot of them face a betrayal that they never saw coming. betrayal from people who they could have chosen or prioritised over you. it’s impossible for them to get out of this tower moment unless they face the truth like they need to and unless they choose to make a complete change in their life. that’s why so many of them are plagued with this karma for such a long time. because they refuse to acknowledge that they’ve manipulated the truth enough, causing nothing but harm and the continuation of bad behaviour. I’m hearing that for a lot of them they’re actually forced into starting life as they know it completely over in terms of what they think, what they value, what they say, etc. But this is like literal torture to them. They could feel oppressed after fucking with you. It’s like your guides are wrapping strong binds around their crown chakra, throat chakra, and root chakra specifically. The breaking of their family’s generational curses are significant in the ending of this karma too, as an aspect of shadow work. The realisation that they can’t “win” whatever conflict they’re in with you also forces them to realise that they’re having to “flee” or avoid this situation in some type of way, doing a lot of damage to their ego. i heard that they realise that they’re not untouchable.

• pile two •

who are your enemies?

your enemies could be people who are really disillusioned by money and the material world. i’m seeing someone having tunnel vision when it comes to making money and gaining materialism, to the point where they’re actually extremely lonely. they see the physical world as the most important aspect of life and they could even use people for some type of physical gain. these people could also prioritise their external image and/or appearance to cover up their internal, emotional, and mental issues. they could also be quite naive and gullible when it comes to new relationships and friendships. i feel like these people could also put others on a pedestal for some reason. they’re also very judgemental - especially of what others look like as well as other people’s relationships and connections (which is so fucking ironic because their’s is always a damn mess 😂). they focus more energy into creating judgement about others instead of making judgements on who THEY truly are. these people project all the time. they ignore the truth and reality of what’s presented to them if it’s not a truth that they like. i’m picking up on a lot of emotional manipulation from these people.

their karma for their bs

their karma always begins with people losing interest in them. i’m seeing someone competing for attention but all of their efforts being futile. someone else who’s much more respected and cared for comes along and knocks these people off of their “throne” and their high horse. i’m hearing “permanent damage to reputation”. i feel like things that they keep hidden or even a secret eventually come out, and they have to answer to many different people for their actions. maybe even give out many apologies. i’m seeing them being overwhelmed with judgement from others funnily enough. and i’m also hearing “societal judgement”. i’m picking up on community shame. you know how people used to throw tomatoes and shit at someone who was shamed in public, centuries ago? 😂 they’re forced to realise that they had people fucked up with the way that they judged and treated people before. i feel like a lot of these people are exposed for being hypocrites too. they feel defeated by the end of all of this and there’s nothing that they can do about it. especially from all of the connections that they permanently lose - particularly with authority figures or people who just have a high status. their reputation is thoroughly ruined. they shouldn’t have fucked with you, pile 2 👀.

• pile three •

who are your enemies?

hi, pile three! your enemies are those who made you feel as though you weren’t a priority for them. they didn’t value you as much as they did other people because you were different to them. this could be in terms of something to do with your identity (gender, age, race, sexuality, etc.). so this could have been someone who you had a different gender, race, nationality, religion, or sexuality to. discriminatory beliefs held on their part could have played a part in any behaviours of devaluation from this person. overall, they just didn’t value you as much as they did other people in their life. or as much as they did themselves in a situation. you ended up protecting yourself because these people were blocking your blessings in many ways. they could have been draining energetically, and i’m feeling like they were always looking for you to bring balance to their life whenever they needed it. giving very much user energy. you stopped letting them use you though and they got angry and upset like the energy vampires they are 😂. these people also cling onto their egos as a way to avoid having to hear and acknowledge the truth about themselves. they try to control things too much. these people don’t like internally changing and becoming self aware because they don’t like admitting that they’re wrong for doing something. they have very fragile egos and can’t handle anything that brings them out of their comfort zone. they could feel chronic shame and low self esteem which they use their egos to cover up. these people are extremely emotionally immature and emotionally dysregulated, considering the extents that they’ll go to to not admit “defeat” (in their minds).

their karma for their bs

their karma is that they eventually reach a point in their lives where people don’t show them love as much as they did before. if you resonate with the message above about having them use you for balance in their lives, the lack of balance that ensues after you leave their lives really affects their other relationships and connections with people. they feel neglected from care and nurture. they also feel like they’re restricted in expressing how they feel to others too, perhaps because they surround themselves with much more surface level friendships and connections, unlike whatever type of connection that they had with you - yet they still prioritised these people over you like fucking dummies. i’m seeing them wanting to send a message to you but knowing that they’d face rejection. they could even start facing rejection from everyone else because them trying to replace you as their emotional nurturer or free therapist by forcing emotional offloading onto the same people that they chose over you never works out well for them. serves them right. they’re forced to be more dedicated to logic than emotions, and as a result of this, their pent up emotions come out in the form of harsh communication. they don’t think before they speak with the people around them anymore because they’re forced to hold onto their own emotional burdens now. this comes out in passive aggressive communication for them. maybe this is why people stop giving them as much love as before. they’re forced to learn self control and i’m hearing “more respect”. maybe they used their feelings about things as an excuse to disrespect people in the past, but they’re forced to actually focus on self accountability and self responsibility now. they’re forced to control how they speak to people and how they treat people. also to focus on making connections with others much more balanced. and i feel like these people don’t like balance. they like to take and not give much in return.

• pile four •

who are your enemies?

your enemies are people who seem to be reserved with most of what they actually think about you, but i feel like these are people who are surprised at your ability to still recognise what they actually think of you or what they have planned. they could have dealt with “foot in mouth” syndrome and accidentally exposed themselves when they didn’t mean to. they fear you and what you know - specifically what you know that you don’t speak of. probably about them. they feel caught up in a bind with something. they’re very cowardly and they could have tried to actively flee a situation and escape from having to answer for something. i’m also hearing that they could also be an opportunist. these are the types of people to not like you but still stick around for the opportunities or benefits that you bring. whatever they tried to get away with, you saw it clearly and they ran from the consequences (or tried to). they tried to gain control over whatever situation they felt exposed in. i’m even seeing that they tried to control your growth in some way, or whatever you were doing in life in an unsuspecting, sneaky, sabotaging way. they’re people in daily life who struggle to keep themselves balanced and in control of their basic responsibilities.

their karma for their bs

i’m hearing “capped”. their stability and comfort is capped in some way. they have to slow down with whatever they’re trying to build or attain in their own lives which leaves them feeling extremely behind in life. i’m also hearing that they’re weighed down by other people’s expectations - particularly by their family. perhaps their father or a masculine/bossy/father figure in their lives. they’re forced to settle for building something with someone who they’re not entirely happy with. they’re forced to commit to something that they feel holds them back and slows them down in life. and i’m even hearing “faking happiness”. it’s like they have to wear a mask and cover up every aspect of their genuine self for the sake of a partnership with someone else that they’re having to invest into something with. and i’m hearing that they “get in over their heads” with something or someone. idk if this is some type of contract, or living situation, or relationship that they find themselves in - but they don’t even feel mature or ready enough for this situation. they want their freedom with something but they feel like they’re having to live their lives more maturely than they’re ready for because of their rash decisions.

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[tommyshelbyswh0re]

“whatever you want”

heatbreak high- dusty x reader (female)

summary- you and dusty hooked up a year ago and he ignored you after, the past comes back when the incest map is revealed.

warning- SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+

what the fuck. how do they know all of this.

y/n - blowjob to spider

- handjob to ant

-shagged dusty

for one, you had never ever touched spencer. never. you wouldn’t even dream of it. and ant? well that was sort of true but it literally lasted all of 10 seconds.

however, you did shag dusty. about a year ago and afterwards he was a dick to you so yous haven’t really spoken since.

“you shagged y/n?” spider shouted to dusty causing you to turn round and glare at him. you see, you were a very private person and mainly stuck to yourself. you didn’t have drama with anybody you just liked your own company.

“shut up spider. your just jealous because i wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire” you snapped. spencer had tried to sleep with you in the past but you were having none of it.

“oh really? because according to this map we got very close” he had such a smug look on his face.

“piss off spencer” you held your middle finger up at him.

after that there was a whole assembly about the events. you had later found out that it was infact amerie who made the map. honestly, you couldn’t give a fuck. so what? we’ve all had sex with eachother oh well. you were then told you all had to join a programme called SLTs. it was to teach you about respecting eachother and yourselves. you just sighed and put your head down.

the next day after school was the cemetery party. you went with darren, amerie and quinni and got separated pretty fast. you were to busy searching through the cooler of alcohol to realise dusty had snook up behind you.

“we’ve ran out of tequila if that’s what your looking for” he said, making you jump.

“shit” you placed your hand over your heart. “don’t sneak up in me like that” you looked his way before resuming your search.

“can we talk?” dusty asked.

“about what?” you asked.

“a year ago”

“what about it?” you played dumb.

“cmon y/n you know what i’m talking about”

“oh when you took my virginity and then freaked out on me and avoided me like the plague” he looked down guiltily.

“yeah” he cringed. “about that, look i’m sorry. i was an asshole but i didn’t know what to say when you told me you were a virgin afterwards. i thought you’d get clingy because it meant something to you”

“well if you thought it meant something to me you shouldn’t have avoided me and made me think i did something wrong. and by the way, it didn’t. i wasn’t expecting you to commit to me jesus christ” you rolled your eyes.

“look you did nothing wrong okay? it was good i just didn’t know what to do in that situation and panicked” he said looking you in the eye whilst grabbing your hand. all of a sudden someone warned everyone that police were heading your way so yous both ran. after you got over the gate, he grabbed your hand and started to pull you with him.

“where a we going?” you asked.

“my house” he said simply. he was still walking at a fast pace.

“why?”

“to carry on this conversation” he looked back.

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you had gotten to his house and was sat on his bed. “i’ve not been here since that night” you smiled.

“it’s not changed much?” he asked for your opinion.

you stood up and started walking round his room looking at things. “i wouldn’t notice. didn’t really get a tour last time.” you joked. you felt his appearance behind you and turned around to look at him.

“i really am sorry y/n. before that night we were friends and i messed that up aswell” he shook his head.

“dusty, don’t worry about it. i’m over it” you smiled at him.

“okay” he took slow steps forwards until your back was against the desk in his room. he place his hand on either side of you on the desk so you were trapped.

“what are you doing?” you questioned whilst your heart was beating through your chest.

“a do-over” he smirked and leant in, nudging your nose with his. after a couple of seconds of him do that, you got frustrated and smashed your lips against his. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he resting his on your waist. your tongues were wrestling for dominance and eventually he won. you pushed your hands against his shoulders to push backwards towards his bed, once he was sat in the edge of his bed, you straddled his lap. breaking the kiss, he gripped the back of your hair to pull your head back and instantly peppered kissed along your neck making you moan.

his hands grasped your ass. you broke his kisses on your neck you life up your shirt. you didn’t wear a bra. “fuck” he whispered staring at your boobs. you lifted his face with your hands and kissed him again whilst simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt.

once his shirt was unbuttoned you kissed down his chest until you were on your knees in front of him. “can i?” you said looking into his eyes to which he nodded very quickly. you unzipped his fly and reached into his underwear pulling out his hard dick. you licked your way up the vein on the underside of his dick that went from the bottom all the way to the head. once you got to the head, you swirled your tongue around it and wrapped your lips around the top, using your hand to work the rest. “fuck. i need more y/n” he moaned. you spat on his cock and gradually took more into your mouth until you gagged. you then rocked your head up and down his dick. he eventually got sick of your agonising pace and held your head whilst he mouth fucked you. this made you gag multiple times but you pulled through. you could feel he was about to come so you tapped his hand in order to let him know to stop.

once he did, you stood up taking off your pants and underwear . he stood up aswell and turned you so your back was facing the bed and he was infront of you. he pushed you down and climbed on top on top of you with one of his legs inbetween yours. he kissed you and and grinded his now bare leg up and down your pussy. you moaned aloud. “fuck dusty” you whispered in between kissed. he turned you around and kissed down your spine. he pulled you onto your knees so you were in doggy. he kissed your ass cheeks individually and then licked a stripe from your clit to your asshole and dipped two fingers into your dripping wet cunt. “wow” you whispered. “you like that?” he asked you bending down to your ear. you moaned in response. he curved his fingers which made him continuously hit your g-spot. you scream out. “fuck fuck fuck” you moaned. he sped up. “im gonna cum” you warned him. “come on y/n” he encouraged and you released all over him. “jesus christ” you whimpered.

“we aren’t done yet” he smirked. he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in causing you to sigh. “shit” he moaned. “so fucking wet” he said under his breath but you heard it. you arched your back and put your arms forward to grip his pillows and he gradually fucked you harder and faster. he leant forward and gripped your wrists behind your back. “dusty” you moaned his name multiple times. all you could hear was your skin connecting as you started to push backwards to meet his thrusts. “you feel so fucking good y/n” he lifted a hand off your wrists and slapped your ass. “im going to cum again” you warned him. “let go y/n” and you did. but you weren’t expecting to squirt. “oh my fucking god” you screamed in relief. he then pulled out pumping his cock a few times and came on your ass. “fucking hell” he whispered in disbelief.

he let go of your wrists allowing you to fall forward so you were face down completely flat on the bed. he collapsed at the side of you and looked at you worriedly when he saw your face in the crook of your elbow.

“hey are you alright?” he asked with concern laced in his tone.

you held up a finger asif to tell him one minute. “let me just lay here for a sec” you laughed causing him to laugh with you.

“i did not think you were a squirter” he rubbed his hand up and down your back.

“neither did i” you finally looked at him. “that’s never happened before” you told him.

“well hopefully i can do that to you again?” he asked.

“you can do anything you want to me after that” you smiled.

#heartbreak high #dusty #smut #dusty reid x reader

[gayshrug]

pit babe ep 5 thoughts

the priorities are shifting

needless to say, i was at the edge of my seat/swooning/angry throughout the entirety of this week's episode. here we go

ALANJEFF. SCREAM. i'm pretty sure i have side-couple-syndrome judging by how fixated i am on them and every single second of screentime they get. jeff's wet boba eyes...... alan's stern but caring face....... unrelated but i checked the actors' profiles on MDL and a) jeff's my age. hello, fellow 95er. b) who would've fucking thought they only have an age difference of two years c) impeccable casting

wait. the way jeff was fully expecting alan to side with him because he's already grown to trust alan in this unfamiliar place... and his trust is NOT misplaced. as a fellow introverted person, alan's concerns are spot-on. how can you expect other people to understand you and know your motives when you're that closed-off? it was a painful read but mostly justified. and we know (thanks to that wonderful preview) that alan's gonna do his best to get jeff to open up away from the pressure of The Workplace and prying eyes. he's gonna put in the effort. i love them sooooo much

also that toyota product placement was the funniest thing i've ever seen like i wanted to feel sad for jeff so badly but. it was undercut by the effective showcasing of the google maps bluetooth function

I STILL FEEL SO CONFLICTED ABOUT CHARLIE!!!!!!!!!! like i'm 99% sure that he genuinely cares about babe and isn't just pampering him in order to get that racing gig or whatever but. @ the showrunners PLEASE give us more insight into his motives. i can't enjoy half the sweet things he says and does when i don't know whether they're genuine or not.

that being said.............................. babe is SO in love. and who wouldn't be. charlie's little face, his determination to care for him, the attention he gives him. that whole pre-race-nerves scene was the cutest thing in the world. and pavel's In Love look is so fucking heartwarming. HIS ACTING IN THE FLASHBACK TOO. the little "eep" when he first started the motor. i am in love with him. he's so so sweet. i love that his hardened exterior is beginning to melt away more and more, despite the potential for further hurt. pavel's gonna EAT in future emotional scenes.

i want tony to eat dirt. and SOON. the way he treated cutie was abysmal. the scars and despair. wet and pathetic looking at himself in the mirror. i hope he and kim are going to bond soon and take that man DOWN. (i'm rooting for a death here.)

ik we're gonna get peteway but i didn't get anything from that first interaction. here's to hoping way's gonna realise he's gotta start focusing on other people soon because he continues to get on my nerves.

still don't care for sonic and the other guy like. cut their dialogue and give me more jeff. cut winner out too. JEFF. ALAN. JEFFALAN. more charliebabe forehead kisses. give me it.

idk what dean's gonna do but him getting punched by alan of all people........ dude must really, really fuck up in the next episode. can't wait. this is obviously gonna lead to him switching to red racing and colluding (touching tips) with winner, which i'm less excited about, but we'll see.

i love the whole "babe is probably gonna sit out the season we're so done he needs to recover let's get a replacement to support way asap" thing.... and then charlie and dean have to compete against babe. like girl..... isn't he supposed to rest fhskdjf

once again i'm avoiding book spoilers like the plague so i don't fucking know what's going on with babe's powers but uh. if this turns out to be a permanent thing, i doubt it's just from the accident.

on the other hand, i love that babe (with charlie's help) seems to be adjusting quite well. after the initial frustration after the crash, he didn't have another outburst while charlie was caring for him. he, like, accepted his circumstances and put his energy into helping his baby achieve his dream and. that's cute as hell.

that whole "but what are you gonna give me if i win wink wink" moment..... the fucking tension. HIS PUSSY. you're gonna get his pussy, charlie

ik we're not even halfway through the season but. PLEASE. tell me what charlie and jeff's plan is because, aside from the ominous phonecall in ep 1, i really don't get the vibe that they're doing anything malicious. and if their plan is to take down tony, how would they accomplish that when the xhunter team is basically imploding. partially due to their meddling/ unclear communication. WHAT IS THEIR PLAN. if they wanna build a secret society of Tony's Rejected Adopted Sons, they're gonna have to put in some real work. because those bonds are rotting.

ok i'm done. once more: i fucking love this show and it's getting more and more difficult to wait for each next episode. i wanna watch it all NOW. also [foaming at the mouth] alanjeff

#pit babe #pit babe the series #thai bl #in my alanjeff brainrot era

[bunny-rambles]

Hello!

Since requests are open at the moment, I'd like to request something with Rubedo and a reader who isn't as openly nice at least in their tone of voice? Like they have a bad case of resting bitch face, they're generally a little grumpy no matter what and their harsh tone can make them sound like they're angry even when they're not which makes it difficult for Ruby to read them properly. As such this leaves him constantly tense and stressed out because he constantly assumes he's on thin ice (poor boy's getting serious PTSD flashbacks to Gold) and it isn't until he has a full blown panic attack or breakdown that they realize the issue and start making an effort to change so he feels safer? They also helped him through the panic attack.

Reading your Rubedo fic has ignited smth in me and I am loving it!

🐈‍⬛-anon, naming myself because I love your writing and will definitely come back for more so might as well.

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“Smile for me.”

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characters; Rubedo, gn reader

cw/tw; minor mentions of injuries, graphic mention of panic attacks, Rubedo is kinda traumatised by Gold, moody reader, crying

word count; 2K

notes; for 🐈‍⬛ anon, I was so inspired when I got this request bc that sounds exactly like me, I’m so bad expressing emotion and I seem moody or angry but I’m not at all - sorry if this isn’t what you expected !! Let me know if you like it <33

Please reblog if you like this!!

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You were… Difficult to understand.

Even when receiving gifts, you would always bluntly mumble a ‘thanks’ before putting the present away, no matter who the person was. It was only when he caught you staring warmly at said gift when you thought no one was looking that he realised that maybe you weren’t so cold hearted as he once thought. In fact, he knew deep down he was right. Why else would you have taken him in when he had nowhere else to go?

You showed your affection through doing things when they weren’t asked of you, or making him food if he seemed troubled. You weren’t the kind to have a big smile on their face and wrap their arms around him, telling him how much you appreciate him. He knew most of the time, it was nothing personal. He hadn’t exactly figured out why you act this way. Emotional walls, or just a difficulty to express emotion all together? He wasn’t sure, and perhaps he never would be.

You felt distant even when you were right next to him, with that same cold stare of indifference and that frigid attitude. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you wielded an icy vision. Even when the two of you were alone, you always seemed so… He didn’t even know how to describe it. Stony faced, hands crossed over your chest like you were impatient for him to just stop talking whenever he conversed with you. But when he stopped, you urged with that monotone voice of yours to keep going, to continue his ramblings about whatever interested him so much. Even with such a piercing gaze, there was a hidden softness, a quiet sweetness to you.

Once he had tried to bring it up to you, only for you to shut down when did so. Ah, so you were definitely aware of it, and when your arms tensed around yourself, he knew that perhaps it was a sore spot. He had hurriedly apologised, telling you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you, something you would tell him when he you thought he was asleep - when in the serenity of the night, you would pour your heart out to him - still with that unchanging voice of yours, but the words you spoke were more than enough for him. He didn’t want you to change, he liked you for you - but sometimes, there were days he just couldn’t handle it, and that went unsaid.

There were days that he would look at you and he wouldn’t see you anymore. Instead, he would see a flash of blonde, a permanent scowl, the same impatient body language. And those were the days he would avoid you like the plague. Even when you called for him that dinner was ready, he didn’t show his face. Those days would hurt you both, and the cracks in his hopeful mindset would only worsen. Those days were few and far between, and those were the only days you would show some form of emotion on your face. Your brows furrowed and your lips downturned even more than the usual frown you had. It was far from the smile he dreamt of on your face, but he cherished it just as much. Of course you weren’t /her/, you were you - a statue of ice with a heart of gold. He saw it every day in the small things you would do for him. You brushed his hair if he seemed tired, listened for hours about whatever was on his mind, helped him with anything that he needed. You would do anything for him, he need only ask. (He heard that once while your hand threaded through his golden locks when you thought he had been long gone in slumber). When he remembered that, he would be fine, and you two would go back to how you always were.

Today was different.

It was no secret that the commissions you took on were starting to get more and more difficult. You were a skilled fighter, that was for sure, but some of the things you were taking on weren’t one person jobs. Although not much had changed from most people's perspective, you were tired. When you came home, you usually had the decency to try to make small talk with the blonde living with you, but now it seemed you didn’t have the energy to even manage that.

And when you did talk?

Neither of you had ever argued, but because of how irritable you had become, you didn’t try to soften the hardness of your tone, the cold words pouring out of your mouth. Thankfully, it was never directed at him, instead he only heard it being directed to whoever commissioned you - but something about the way you spoke set him on edge. He knew if he looked at you, he wouldn’t be in this comfortable home you had made for each other, but instead a merciless terrain of snow.

He stayed away from you to avoid that.

But when you shoved the door open, stalking in with frustration practically dripping off of you, he couldn’t just leave you alone in that state - even if he knew how it would end. Your footing was a little off now that he really looked, your clothes all torn and dirty. It didn’t take a genius to realise the commission had not gone well.

He winced with each thudding footstep you took, the book in his hands falling out of his unsteady grasp. No. You did not need him to fall apart just because you reminded him of her. Instead, he tried his best to calm himself before making his way over to where you were in the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” He asked quietly when he saw you rummaging around in the cabinet, no doubt looking for the first aid kit.

“No.”

“You should sit down-“

“I don’t need any help. Go away.” There was that wall again. No matter how many times he tried, you just wouldn’t take it down for him.

“Y/N-“

“Just leave me alone.” You bit out, one of your fists clenching around the bandage you had managed to find. He swallowed quietly, retracting his hovering hands he was about to place on your shoulders to get you to move.

“Okay.” He whispered, before turning and leaving to go to his room. He shut the door quietly, back pressed up against it before he slid down it with his head in his hands. Jumbled memories of ice cold stares, of cutting words and vague threats of abandonment filled his mind. But instead of his great and all powerful master… It was you. Glowering at him from a high height, sneering at him as he cowered underneath you.

“Why did I ever take you in? I should’ve left you where I found you.“

No. Please. He tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out, almost like someone had clamped down their hand on his throat and was squeezing him for everything that he was worth.

“I no longer have any use for you. You should go back to that mountain and stop bothering me. I don’t need you.”

I can do better! Please! Don’t leave me!

But still no words left his mouth, even when he saw your back begin to walk away in the darkness.

“Y/N!” He finally managed to choke out, raising a trembling hand to your fading figure.

Suddenly the door he was leaning on burst open, falling into something unsteady than the solid surface of the wood. And then his back was being pulled into something soft, warmth encasing him like a spring breeze on a summer's day. There was something gentle pressing against his heaving chest, telling him to breathe. Shakily, he inhaled.

“One more.” He swore he could hear that voice tremble. It sounded so familiar… Again, he did so. His vision began to clear.

Two arms were wrapped tightly around him, his back against someone’s chest - he could feel the rapid heartbeat against him. Your face was buried in his shoulder, your legs on either side of his cowering body, caging him into the comfort of your embrace. He called out your name, and your face sprung up from where it was hidden. Were those… Tear tracks?

“You were crying… And calling for me…” You explained quietly, but your voice sounded tougher than it usually did. Was this real?

He carefully lifted one of his hands up to one of your arms and squeezed gently, mesmerised when your grip on him only tightened. He didn’t have a response to what you said, still trying to process what exactly just happened. He thought you just left, and now you were holding him?

“Sorry…” He apologised after a moment, and your arms fell limply to your sides, letting him go so he could stand up while you did too.

“Come to the kitchen. I made your favourite...” You turned around to leave, and blindly, he followed.

True to your word, there were not just one of his favourites, but almost all of them. How long had he been in there exactly, for you to make all of this - just for him? It was your way of apologising for what happened.

You knew he was just trying to help you, but you were embarrassed and angry at the state you had come home in. Nothing had gone right that day, and even one of your commissioners had screamed in your face when you failed their task. You just wanted to be alone in your misery, not drag him into it. Instead, you felt like you did the opposite.

“Why…” You began, and his head slowly turned to you. You were barely holding it together. “Why were you crying?” Your bottom lip trembled, your hands trembling at your sides. Slowly, he took one in his own, running his thumb across your bruised knuckles. Instead of giving you an answer, he interlaced your fingers together.

“Don’t leave me.”

You let out a shaky gasp before the tears you held back for him began to roll down your cheeks, dripping from your jaw. Without hesitation, you pulled him to your chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He could hear you mumble apologies while one of your hands ran through his soft, golden locks. He shushed you quietly, as his own arms wrapped around you comfortingly. This was the first time he had ever seen you cry, seen so much emotion from you. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but his lips curled up into a small smile.

“I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

After you both had calmed down and indulged yourselves in the meals you had painstakingly made so they were perfect for him, he finally told you what was wrong. It hurt to hear the honesty, but it was needed if either of you two didn’t want a repeat of what happened. He left out the part where the panic attacks weren’t uncommon if you were in a particularly bad mood, just to save you some heartache that you were already feeling after everything that had been said.

“I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll try and be better.”

“Just don’t change who you are. I like you, because you’re you. But I can’t lie to you, I would love to see you smile. Just once.” He admitted, staring down at your interlocked hands. Neither one of you had made a move to pull away from it, so they had been like that for some time. He heard a heavy sigh from you, your head hanging low for a moment before it raised. His breath hitched at the sight.

You, cheeks reddened from the previous crying, eyes swollen from rubbing at them - with a small, shy smile on your lips. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.

“Okay. I’ll smile more for you.”

#albedo x reader #imposter albedo x reader #subject two x reader #rubedo x reader #dorian x reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin x yn #🐈‍⬛ anon #rubedo x you #rubedo x yn #rubedo x gn reader #imposter albedo #rubedo #subject 2 #susbedo #primordial albedo

[pidges-lost-robot]

I like to think that Keith is very face blind, he has a real issue with like imagining and thinking about what people's faces look like, so often times he gets people mixed up or forgets they've already met

I am a sucker for the whole keith thinking Lance was called Taylor and not realising they were the same person so here's my version of it:

At this point, Keith and Lance are friends but it's still a little vulnerable right now. And they're having a little bicker where Lance reveals that the reason he was so irritated with Keith in the garrison was because they met before the garrison when they were kids and he'd really thought he and Keith had hit it off as friends maybe so when Lance recognised him and not only had been kept off of the pilot course by Iverson and citing Keith, but Keith had been completely cold and rude like he didn't even remember Lance at all.

Now Keith not really having recognised Lance as Lance at the time doesn't know what he's talking about and states he doesn't remember meeting Lance before the Garrison and Lance is like omg and you complained about the bonding moment for so long.

So later Lance and Keith are at the dinner table talking about it again cause Keith is really wracking his brain about this.

Apparently Lance had been heading to meet Hunk so they could go to the shops for some ice cream. Some older kids in the neighbourhood had kicked Lance's ass and stolen his money till Keith arrived. Keith had scared the older kids off and while silent and awkward, had gotten Lance to the shop to make sure he didn't get beat up again, but also stolen him an ice cream from the shop.

Hunk hearing this confirms to Keith this didbhappen cause "Lance couldn't stop raving about this really cool brooding boy who'd protected him and-" and Lamce is like OKAY WE DONT NEED TO GET THAT INTO IT

But when Hunk confirms it and tells him what shop they went to Keith's eyes widen and he looks ghost white. Hunk is continuing as Shiro arrives before Keith is like "No shush! Shut-up! Not another word!"

And while Lance is like " Oh so now you remember!" Shiro asks what's up and to spite Keith for telling hunk to shut up cause "no one disrespects Hunk" *high fives him* Pidge relays everything they've learned about this to Shiro.

And Shiro is silent for a second before looking between Lance and Keith and dying with laughter as Keith just turns bright red.

Lance, Hunk, Allura and Pidge feel like there's something they're missing and Keith stalks off to avoid "What Pidge has wrought" on him.

Shiro is just slapping the table yelling to Keith as he follows after him that he'll never live this down.

And so follow a week of Keith avoiding Lance like the plague and Shiro not being able to be in a room with either of them without breaking down again.

But soon Lance who has no idea what's so funny is starting to worry that maybe it was because he did something embarrassing that Keith told him. He tries to ask Keith cause the reason Shiro seems to find it so funny is Lance not knowing so maybe if he knows this will stop but Keith clams up and refuses. He asks Shiro but he's like sorry Lance I can't, bro code but Lance begins to wonder outloud to him about howbthis is beginning to get to him.

Shiro tries to assure him its not that Lance did anything embarrassing but Keith doing something embarrassing but he can tell Lance doesn't quite believe him.

Lance begins avoiding everyone now and Keith seeing that it's beginning to bother Lance decides to tell him.

He takes Lance aside and gets him to promise he won't tease him for what he's about to tell him because he'd never do this to Lance so Keith is trusting him to not tease him about this OR tell hunk and pidge about it. After Lance promises Keith explains about being face blind and how he does remember meeting Lance.

But he didn't think he was called Lance. He thought he was called Taylor, and how he may or may not have told Shiro about this incident.... repeatedly.... and may or may not have confided in him that he had a little crush on Taylor. Problem was is obviously when they met at the Garrison again, Keith didn't really recognise his face and met him as Lance, so didn't realise they knew each other.

Which shiro further finds funny because Keith's coldness towards Lamce in the Garrison was basically because he didn't recognise him which Lance didn't know which shiro found immensely funny.

Lance says this makes sense and Keith tries to be like oh yeah it's not a surprise someone would have a crush on you right, that's where this joke is leading? And Lance is like God no, I mean the way you and shiro were reacting, its a total surprise you ever had a crush on me at that age. Keith's confused so Lance explains that they met cause Keith had to save him from bullies and stole an ice cream for him to cheer him up, even t hough he risked getting in trouble and Lance cried his eyes out and got his ass kicked.

This ends up being one of the moments that leads to Lance and Keith's crush reignited and them getting together

#voltron #vld #lance #keith #lance vld #lance mcclain #keith kogane #keith vld #klance #hunk #hunk vld #hunk garrett #pidge vld #pidge #pidge gunderson #shiro vld #shiro #takashi shirogane #voltron: legendary defender #my headcanons

[averagepathologicenjoyer]

Things the game doesn't tell you (Path HD)

A list of things that the game won't tell you, or would not be something found/realised as a first time player (and sometimes a casual player), feel free to add any I might've missed

The Bachelor has a Plague Finder/Sense - By pressing 'G' on the keyboard he'll pull out a lens that can detect plague clouds from far away to help you see and avoid them, you can get lenses that'll upgrade how far you can see

The character has a lamp on them - You start with kerosene in your inventory but don't have the lamp as an item, pressing 'F' on the keyboard makes a ring of light appear around you and consumes kerosene

You receive letters every day telling you things to do/who to go see - By pressing 'L' on the keyboard it opens up your letters, you can look through every letter you receive from each day. When not opening/closing the map, a page turn sound will play and an icon will appear in the bottom left corner indicating you got a letter

The map tells you where shops are - When looking at the map, character houses are marked in red while other buildings are brown, but some buildings are a cream colour, these are shops

The town is made up of various districts that all have names - Sometimes a character will reference a district to go to or where you might find a character, but the map isn't marked for districts, so you may have to look up where certain districts are

The Changeling can heal people but it costs her health - By using your melee attack on infected person (the ones covered from head to toe) you'll do a different animation that will heal them of the plague, doing this earns you reputation but costs you a small amount of health

You can trade herbs to Andrey Stamatin for different items - As the Haruspex and Changeling you can collect herbs around the town and in the Steppe, for the Changeling this seems pointless, but you can take them to Stamatin's pub and trade them for weapons, bullets, and extract

Being given an item when you have no inventory space drops the item in a bag on the floor - This is easily overlooked as the sound cue that plays for this doesn't make it obvious what happened and the bag is out of view if you aren't looking at the floor, the bag will remain for a while but will eventually despawn

You can enter any infected house (bar Isidors') and loot them at no cost to your reputation - Any house in any infected district can be entered and looted while it is infected. The following day when they aren't infected, they can be entered and looted again but there will be looters in the house who are hostile, when the district is normal and not infected the houses will become locked again

EDIT: Changed a tip about the Changeling healing people, doing so COSTS health it does not heal like I thought, this is hard to tell in the game, thank you @tommynb for pointing this out and correcting

#pathologic classic hd #tips and tricks #game mechanics #bachelor #changeling

[fandom-18]

Hi! :) How are you? I saw your request post so.. Do you think you could do Julian and Lucio x reader for the Arcana? Headcanons or a short fic idc. I can't think of anything specific for the request so you can just do whatever ig. If you could do it just gender neutral reader that would be great! Thank you in advance! :::)))

Request #2: Oh! Also.. to add to my last ask(sorry) romantic and fluff(maaaybe a little bit of angst......). Pls and thank you. (Just in case you needed a bit more specifications :))

Thank you for specifying, it made writing a little easier. And don't worry, it's ok)

With an s/o who's an Arcana

Type: romantic

Includes: gn reader, fluff, angst

Warnings: some angst, mentions death, mentions and describe traumatic experiences from the past, calling someone an idiot

Julian

Honestly, it doesn't matter to him a lot. You can be any species possible, even a centaur for all he cares. It doesn't change your personality, which was the biggest reason he started falling for you

Although Julian has many questions. Do you have an animal form? Does your body function in a different way? What do you represent? Mainly questions are connected to your health and body. He is a doctor after all, even though sometimes I doubt he's ever been to a medical school.

If you have an animal form, please show him. Especially if you're fluffy. He'll be amazed either way, but will be more likely to cuddle you.

After you two date for a while, he starts thinking. You're immortal and he isn't. What will happen when he dies? Even if he becomes immortal like you, what will happen to Portia and Mazelinka?

He will need reassurance. Doubts start plaguing his mind, and he needs you to help him with it. Even if he doesn't want to admit it.

Lucio

Before his trope

It makes his ego bigger than it already was. I mean, dating a powerful being who probably can destroy him with just one move but doesn't (always) want to?

One of the first questions he asks is if you can make him as powerful as yourself. And definitely pouts if/when you refuse.

He loves showing you off, for example at parties or when he's angry

After his trope

Hey, you idiot! My partner will kick your ass!!! - Lucio, too many times

Later on, he starts to realise you'll live longer than him. But he calms himself a bit by reassuring himself that you love him. And when you love someone, you'll make them immortal and, as a bonus, (almost) as powerful like yourself... right?

Well, this is awkward.

He probably found out when the Great Priestess or someone else referred to you as a fellow Arcana.

At first, he avoids you. He encountered the Devil and he really damaged the image he had about you and your colleagues. Sure, you're still seen as powerful, but terrifying at the same time.

After some time, he stops avoiding you, but still is a little scared. He will need time before he stops flinching from your touch. But when he finally feels better, he'll be as amazed as a child in a huge candy store.

Notes: Well, voilà! Hope you like it) I tried to make a mix of fluff and angst, and this scenario seemed great for it.

Honestly, I didn't expect myself to answer two requests in one day😅

#arcana x reader #the arcana x reader #arcana #the arcana #lucio #lucio morgasson #lucio x reader #julian #julian devorak #julian x reader #angst #fluff

[arysbruv]

I didn’t mean it

Warnings and whatnots: ANGST. I love hate myself some Dadneto angst. I might do a part 2 but depends on the responses I get from this one.

People don’t expect that the Magneto was related to Peter Maximoff. They weren’t alike. Peter was a rambunctious kid who ran on impulse, while Magneto was a methodical man who thought through his actions. Even Peter himself was surprised at the revelation. He wasn’t sure that his father would quite believe him. Who would?

“Peter!”

Peter jolts up, looking up to see Erik staring daggers into him. 

After everything, Erik decided to take up on his old friend’s offer. He stayed at the mansion, becoming the resident physic teacher. Much to Peter’s dismay. Peter wanted nothing more but to be as far as possible from him. Yet, for a man who can practically run anywhere, he never seemed to be able to run away from Erik. It started messing up his sleep schedule. He couldn’t sleep thinking about Erik and all the possible reactions to Peter telling him about their relationship. Would he be pissed? Overjoyed? Disgusted? He wouldn’t be surprised if Erik didn’t want to accept it. Erik didn’t seem to take any interest in him anyway. Peter was a handful and he was sure Erik didn’t want someone like him as a son. Still, he didn’t want to cause Erik to leave. Erik was loved by many in the mansion. It would be unfair for Peter to just shoo him away.

“Yes sir?” Peter asks uncertainly. He looks around, realising people were snickering at him. It was the third time this week he had fallen asleep in Erik’s class. Erik raises his eyebrow expectantly. Peter wanted nothing more but to run away.

The bell rings.

Peter sighs in relief as Erik announces that class was dismissed and that they were free to go. He quickly packs his things up. 

“Not you Peter. I would like to have a word with you.”

Peter stands frozen, staring at his chemistry textbook. He didn’t dare raise his head, even when the last person left the class; leaving Erik and Peter alone in the room. Peter glances at the door. He could run out in time.  

“If you’re thinking of running off, I’ve bolted the door shut.” 

Peter stares in disbelief at Erik Lehnsherr. Erik’s face was unreadable.

“I’m… I’m sorry sir but I… I have to get to the lab,” Peter says. 

“Sit down Peter. I’ll tell Professor McCoy you’ll be a bit late.”

Peter obeys hesitantly. Erik pulls a chair and sits in front of the silver-haired boy.

“Is everything alright Peter?” He asks. His voice surprisingly soft. Peter gulps.

“I’m fine,” Peter answers, faking a smile.

“Don’t lie to me Mr. Maximoff.”

“I’m not-“ 

“Peter I’ve seen your grades for physics from before my time here. They were amazing. Yet when I’m here, your grades have dropped. You’ve fallen asleep in my class thrice already, and that’s only this week.”

Peter gulps. How the hell was he going to say that he couldn’t focus due to the fact he was too busy worrying about what Erik would think of him? He glances at the window. He could jump from it, it wouldn’t be the first time. If he ran from the door and jumped, with his superspeed, he would be fine.

“Ever since i’ve gotten here, you have been avoiding me. You rarely talk to me after class and don’t think I don’t notice you immediately changing your route when you see me.” 

“I-”

“You see me as a murderer don’t you?” 

“No! No, of course not!” Peter shouts, surprising both himself and Erik.

“Don’t lie to me!” Erik answers back. “Why else would you avoid me like the plague!”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t just assume what I think!” 

Peter didn’t know where this anger came from. It was some deep and hidden fury that laid siege in his heart. It was like a dragon that had slumbered peacefully in him but had been awoken abruptly. 

“I saved your life back there in the Pentagon! Did you forget that!”

“Oh come on we all know Charles and the others were the one who managed to convince you!”

“CAN YOU STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS!” The voice rings around the empty classroom. Peter clenches his fist, staring defiantly at Erik. Erik’s eyes widen, not expecting the sudden outrage coming from the young boy.

“Peter I-“

“NO- WHY DO YOU KEEP ASSUMING HOW I FEEL? I KEEP AVOIDING YOU? YOU NEVER TRY AND TALK TO ME. I’VE FALLEN ASLEEP SO MANY TIMES IN YOUR CLASS AND YET THIS IS THE FIRST TIME YOU’VE ASKED ME WHY!”

“I… Peter what-“

“AND THATS ONLY BECAUSE OF CHARLES. I KNOW WHAT YOU CALL ME. A RAMBUNCTIOUS KID WHO RUNS ON IMPULSE!” 

Erik’s eyes widen. How had he heard that? He remembered that conversation. He was talking to Charles in the garden. He didn’t know how but the topic of Peter Maximoff started. He didn’t know that Peter had heard that. He didn’t even mean it in a bad way. He liked the fact Peter was like that. It reminded him of his younger self. Was that why he felt a random gush of wind pass through the both of them after he had said that?

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY MY MOM DECIDED TO FALL FOR YOU! YOU’RE A TOTAL JERK!”

Peter didn’t realise the hot tears that had started to escape his eyes. He quickly gathers up his belongings. He slings his bag over his shoulder before walking his way to the door, tears rolling down his face. Erik was left speechless, opening the bolted door for Peter wordlessly.

Peter’s mom had fallen for him? Is that why he hadn’t been focusing in class? But how? He had never met the woman before? Hadn’t he? 

#peter maximoff #quicksilver #peter maximoff angst #erik lehnsherr #magneto #erik lehnsherr angst #dadneto #dadneto angst #dadneto and quickson #quickson #quickson angst #xmen

[tctteredwings]

if you’re hearing WAKE UP ALONE by THE CHAINSMOKERS playing, you have to know ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ METCALFE (HE/HIM; CIS MAN) is near by! the THIRTY-ONE year old ARTIST has been in denver for, like, ALL HIS LIFE. they’re known to be quite WITHDRAWN, but being SELF-AWARE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble JOSH HUTCHERSON. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WEARING HIS HEART ON HIS SLEEVE, UNTIED SHOE-LACES, HANDS COVERED IN PAINT, FIERCELY PROTECTIVE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the RINO DISTRICT long enough!

tw: parental death, depression, suicidal thoughts

Name: Alexander Metcalfe Nicknames: Alex Age: Thirty-one Date of birth: 3rd December 1992 Birth place: Denver, Colorado Occupation: Artist Romantic/sexual orientation: Homoromantic/homosexual

ABOUT.

Alex’s family had always been well known, his father owning a successful chain of luxury hotels, but it was apart from an early age that the youngest of the Metcalfe’s had no interest in that.

He was the quiet one, who was happy to sit back while his older sisters caused chaos around the city. To some he came across as boring, for him, all he wanted was solitude.

When his father passed away suddenly, Alex only seven at the time, he quickly realised he couldn’t hide away forever. He was suddenly the man of the house, conversations would turn to him inheriting the family business when he turned eighteen. It was too much for a young boy and before long he withdrew further into himself.

Family gatherings were something he avoided like the plague, school too to a certain extent. He did all he could to keep away from the place, cutting classes and hiding out, only attending when he really felt like it.

By the age of fourteen he was diagnosed with depression, forced into an intervention by his family, and then marched off to see a doctor. Given a concoction of meds and locked away in his room, it worked for a time, his family content that he was working on getting better. But Alex didn’t care, didn’t want to spend the rest of his life reliant on a bunch of pills, so he began hoarding them. His mother was convinced he was still taking them, too consumed with what was going on with his older sisters, and so he was able to slip out and toss them in the trash on collection days unnoticed.

A year later, things changed. No one really expected it, least of all him. He was fifteen and he fell in love with his best friend. But the problem was that his friend definitely didn’t feel the same way. In fact, his friend was disgusted when Alex finally found the courage to say something to him, pushing him away in every sense of the word. He didn’t take it well; fell back into the abyss, shutting himself away from everyone and everything.

He did his best to keep up pretenses around his family, though, knowing how much they’d worry about him and take away from their own lives. That was the last thing he ever wanted, for them to start putting him above what they wanted and needed. If there was one thing he’d never wanted to be to anyone, it was a burden, and as time went on, he couldn’t help the way those feelings developed and deepened. He was getting in the way.

On the ninth anniversary of his father’s death things reached an all time low for him. He was writing letters for all of his family members and hoarding painkillers by the hundred. In the end he couldn’t go through with it, though, was found on the floor of his bedroom sobbing by one of his sisters.

For the first time he let people in and let them help him. He was able to finish school without any problem and made a move across to Paris for a couple of years for art school, needing to take a break and take time for himself.  No one was particularly happy about him moving away after everything that had happened, but he assured them all that he could take care of himself and they relented.

And Paris treated him well, he made friends, actually began to live his life and become who he wanted to be. Art had been something he’d enjoyed from an early age, sketching and painting, and with the guidance of the right people, he flourished.

Three years later and he returned to the city he grew up in, hesitant about how he left things with some people, but safe in the knowledge that he did the right thing.

Now he’s been back for ten years he’s made a real life for himself, he works in the local art gallery from time to time and in his spare time, works on his own pieces. He lives in a small apartment with a good friend and feels settled, like nothing can go wrong.

CONNECTIONS.

- older sisters. ( 0/2. ) - high school ex-best friend ( details in bio above ). - roommate/close friend. - connections from europe. - good friends. - guys he’s dabbled in relationships with.

#✧ alex ( about ) #chq;intro

[turquoisedata]

this is about me really, not GO. Please stay, I won't make a post like this again.

it took me a week to watch Good Omens season 2. I mistimed my S1 rewatch and then the week after it came out was insanely busy* so I couldn't think about it at first. I watched the first ep Thursday 3/8, then the day after my son went to his other parent's house so I could watch the rest in one go.

I think maybe that wasn't the best of ideas?

It's been 9 days now. 9 days in which I have struggled to think about anything else. 9 days in which I have signed up to Tumblr, which I've been avoiding since the site launched. Thought I was too old, ha. 9 days in which I've been away to visit family but during which I've sneaked views and rewatched the show with my son** and started to reread the book and watched Staged and cried. 9 days in which one of my friends *died*, unexpectedly but also not, and still all I can do is cling onto this frigging show. All I can do is watch the kiss gif and the chest stroke (that I legit didn't even spot) and Az grabbing Crowley's waist (that I very definitely did).

I want to know why this has grabbed so many of us so hard. I mean, partly because fucking Neil has BROKEN ALL OUR FRIGGING HEARTS, so of course we're finding comfort together. But.

My friend didn't have a person, a partner to share her life with. I always thought that wasn't fair. I know she would have liked to find someone. A piece of my grief will always be sadness that she deserved that and didn't find it.

I don't have a person either. I thought I'd found my soulmate, but after two decades of thinking our souls fit together I realised he was a bit of a shit, actually, and that I deserved better than someone who was just plain mean to me. I didn't want our kid thinking that was expected or normal.

And I think, maybe. When I see Crowley and Aziraphale gazing at each other with such longing and love and affection and want and lust, it gives me hope that even this late 40s perimenopausal AuDHD mess might actually find someone, some day, who looks at her with love like that.

I dunno. It's been the best part of a decade being single, in that time I've realised I'm autistic, realised I'm not straight, lived through a plague, entirely broken down. I'm so much more broken than I used to be. I feel like... why would anyone ever want me.

But maybe they will?

I really hope none of my IRL friends followed me when I shared one post that I made on my Facebook. Also really hope my ex never finds this. Hey ho blah blah blah blah plausible deniability

*stupid work getting in the way of my obsessions

**he's also devastated, I feel like such a terrible parent

#heartbroken #Unexpected death IRL

[bumblesimagines]

“  i’m scared to let myself want you. ”

“  i need you. and i hate that i do. ”

Anthony

“  i need you. and i hate that i do. ”

“  i’m scared to let myself want you. ”

Pronoun: He/Him/His

Anthony didn't know what to do with himself. Love was foreign and something that only caused pain. He saw how it destroyed people and felt firsthand how painful heartbreak could be. It was why he was so aggravated with himself. Not only for falling in love, but for falling in love with you. (Y/N) (L/N), his rival since youth.

Anthony was certain you were sent by the Devil himself to torture him. Ever since he met you at the age of five, you had been nothing but a pain. To make things worse, Violet loved your mother and considered her a good friend. Perhaps you had gotten your diabolical personality from your father, a man Anthony only saw on occasion.

Not only were you the most annoying person he'd ever met, you were also the most intelligent and interesting one. Your work-driven personality and witty humor made it hard to hate you.

Then, it happened. One afternoon, Anthony had been out when a storm stopped him from going further. The last thing he needed was to contract a cold and pass it on to his siblings, so he sought shelter in the nearest home. And it just so happened to be yours. The smug grin when you let him inside was enough to light every fiber in his being on fire.

It was then on that afternoon that Anthony picked a fight and you, as stubborn as a mule, didn't back down. Nothing but insults and sneers were thrown until the fight ended as quickly as it started. Anthony had realised that during the fight, he got closer and so did you, leaving only inches between his face and yours. Everything was still and without thinking, Anthony closed the distance.

But the romantic moment was cut short with the sound of the front door opening and a servant calling out. Anthony left without a word and you let him go.

Since then, Anthony tried avoiding you like the plague until his mother heard of him making a trip to the club and asked him to take a present to the (L/N) Residence. He obliged and quickly regretted it when you opened the door, allowing him inside.

"We should speak."

"What about?" Anthony questioned, handing the gift off to a servant.

"Business."

"I don't believe-"

"My word, just listen." You cut him off and huffed, turning and walking toward an empty room. Anthony clenched his jaw and straightened his coat, following after you. You shut the doors and faced him, leaning back against them.

"Nobody knows." You muttered quietly.

"Yes, well-"

"Why did you do it? Were you hoping to get a reaction out of me? Did you hope to.. blackmail me with it?"

"Heavens no! Why do you always expect the worst from me?" Anthony felt offended. He was a man of honor and a gentleman above all else.

"Because you only show your worst." Your response pierced through him and he swallowed.

"I need you. And I hate that I do." Anthony confessed, pressing his lips together and staring at the ground.

"I realized that.. You are my norm. I look forward to seeing you... Even if it is just to argue. You bring opinions and arguments to the table that I would've never dreamed of. You fascinate me." Anthony continued and sat down on one of the maroon colored couches.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, Anthony. I admire you. You've gone through a lot and yet, you haven't drunk yourself to death or buried your family in debt." You moved away from the door and sat on the other end of the couch, staring forward.

"I.. I'm scared to let myself want you. I don't want to care for you and yet... I do. It is why I act the way I do around you. One minute we can be friends and the next enemies.. It helps me be in your presence and it helps me hate you at the same time."

The room fell into heavy silence, filled only by Anthony's exhale. Two men with romantic feelings for each other in a world and society who would have them killed for the mere thought of wanting each other. Anthony turned to look at you and reached over to grasp your hand.

"I kissed you because I love you."

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[frogking17]

First things first - happy family au (part 1)

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If Wukong and Macaque are going to have a baby everything needs to be perfect, they’re going to make sure of it. They just want their baby to be happy and safe when they bring them into this world… or are they just putting it off.

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First things first before they start trying for a baby, they need to get everything read. That means making a nursery… except Wukong insists on decorating it by himself and isn’t letting him anywhere near it. He can’t even enter or peak into the room! So, what else can he do?

He can buy all the supplies! Macaque is certain babies need a lot of stuff but he’s not sure exactly what to buy. He hasn’t spent a lot of time around mothers or children, okay!… The mothers on the island always chased him off when he got a little too close to the babies because he was deemed an ‘outsider’ and for the longest time he avoided children like the plague (they’re incredibly loud and have a habit of pulling on his ears). So, he’s a little lacking in his knowledge of children and how to prepare for them but he’s sure the village next to the mountain should be selling something for them; humans are always multiplying and making babies also Macaque is starting to understand why Wukong let the humans settle so close… it is quite convenient.

Once again Macaque must venture into the metaphorical lion’s den and hopefully find the precious knowledge of… what to buy a baby. Maybe Wukong’s right, he can be dramatic.

Macaque slithers through the streets as a shadow, finding it’s much faster to get through the streets like this, before hearing a baby crying close by. He follows the screaming and sees an older woman rocking the child and, surprisingly quick, the baby shushes.

Note to self, learn how she did that.

He rises out of the floor behind her, so she doesn’t see his sudden appearance before morphing into his human disguise. However, the tiny baby slung over her shoulder does see him and his little eyes go wide with wonder as he tries to reach out for him. Macaque ignores the child before slipping around the woman and asking “Madam, may I ask you some questions?” She jumps in shock at his sudden appearance, even grabbing a nearby cleaver from her butcher stall and points it at him. Macaque looks at the cleaver then at her silently asking ‘are you actually going to use that’ with his eyes.

The woman slams down the cleaver onto her table, which now Macaque is paying attention he realises it’s covered in meat (mostly fish). She heaves up the kid on her hip before glaring at him and shouting “don’t sneak up on a woman like that!” Macaque nods like he understands and once she waves her hand, telling him to get it over with, he starts his questioning “you seem like you know what you’re doing when it comes to your child and me and my… wife are planning on trying for a baby soon but… well… I have zero clue what we need, could you tell me?”

Macaque stands nervously as the woman looks him up and down, deciding whether she should spend her time on him, before grumbling “don’t buy any clothes with buttons, they’re a waste of time… but do get blankets, plenty of blankets and not just for the baby your wife will want them too… mmm, what else? Oh yeah, people!” Macaque tilts his head in confusion before she explains “you’re going to need people; you can’t keep going up to strangers… there’s got to be someone you know who has kids?”

Well, there is one person he knows.

Macaque ends up returning home with a handful of blankets and some cute baby clothes that he managed to find, yelling for Wukong. When he doesn’t get a reply, he goes looking for him and tracks his heartbeat to behind the nursery door, “darling… it’s me… I want to talk to you” he shouts but when he gets no reply, he becomes nervous. So, cautiously he opens the door and finds Wukong asleep in the middle of the room.

The nursery is at its bare bones; wallpaper torn down and the plush cream carpet gone which Wukong allowed Macaque to help with. However, it doesn’t look like Wukong hasn’t done anything more to the room… it’s been months, maybe even a year and yet Wukong hasn’t done anything.

Gently, Macaque shakes Wukong awake who sits up with a start and looks around in a panic. He looks even more panicked when he realised that they’re in the nursery, “Macaque! What are you doing in here?!” Macaque raises his eyebrow and looks around the nursery like it should be obvious, “you weren’t letting me help with the nursery… so I talked to a human mother! Then when I got home, I found you passed out on the floor… Wukong what’s going on?”

Wukong avoids Macaque’s eyes, looking guilty, before mumbling “I couldn’t- every time I started, I would remember the family that I broke up… I remembered trapping my brother and then Lady Iron Fan screaming at me… how can I ever have a baby after all I’ve done?” Macaque gently brushes through Wukong’s hair as he pulls him close and shushes him, “my beautiful gem… why did you trap your brother?”

Wukong shakes his head and tries to further bury his head into Macaque’s shoulder to hide from the world and his questions. Macaque doesn’t want to hurt him, but he needs to know; it’s clearly hurting him, so he continues to pester Wukong and eventually he gets his answer, “heaven ordered me to do it! I didn’t- I never, wanted to hurt my brother or his family… but they said if I didn’t do it, they’d take action! Wukong is sobbing into Macaque’s chest, and it breaks his heart to see his love so sad.

To have a baby they’re going to need people and what better people to have on your side than family which is why Macaque has teleported him and Wukong to the Bull family’s castle. Wukong is looking around in panic and fear while clinging to Macaque, “take me home! Macaque I can’t be here!” He begs but Macaque shakes his head, saying with certainty “they’re your family and if we want to start one, we need their support… you do still want to have a baby with me, right?” Wukong feels uneasy and like just being here is an offence to the Demon Bull family but deep down he knows Macaque is right. He wants a family… he’ll do anything to have a baby with Macaque and if that means facing one of the scariest women on the planet then fine!

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