#and calling me a bitch won't work if you're trying to upset me or something

[babyleostuff]

to all of the anons that had sent a request to my inbox - if im not responding to your request it doesn't mean im ignoring you. my life doesn't revolve around tumblr, and im not a writer that sits in front of their computer 24/7. sometimes i just don't feel like writing your request, other times im just lacking the inspiration to write it, it doesn't really matter. if you're feeling like you're being ignored don't send me ridiculous comments crying about you feeling ignored - and calling me a bitch won't change anything but showing YOUR immaturity. i try my best to put out the best content out for you and i really value every single one of your requests, but im not going to tolerate people with an attitude. and if you take your time to write me hateful comments don't be surprised with me acting like a bitch.

#some people have too much time on their hands #and calling me a bitch won't work if you're trying to upset me or something #guys #im a leo #i KNOW im a bitch #that's my main character trait #im nice until the moment you piss me off #seventeen kpop #seventeen #seventeen reactions #seventeen carat #svt reactions

[inkskinned]

she says he won't let her get a dog, which is fine, because they're in an apartment, and that's the kind of thing people say about their partners. he won't let me get a dog. and you're at a dinner party and you tilt your head a little to the side just like that dog he won't let her get, because is this the thing that's going to upset you? you don't know every corner of their relationship, she could be joking, they could have had so many healthy conversations about the dog, right, and maybe she's not letting herself get the dog because of money and time and whatever. but, like, she did say let

and she wants to move away from his hometown and he wants to stay and then he tells you with a wink and a conspiratorial stage whisper don't worry i'll convince her and she laughs about it - so clearly this is something they laugh about. but you do just stand there and stare at him like what the fuck, man. you can't say what you want to say which is why do you get the final say on everything because they're both obviously aware of the other person's stance on this and have obviously had private conversations about it and what are you going to do about it except make a scene and then he'll be mad at you and call you one of those bitches behind your back and she'll cut you off, which is a loss that doesn't feel worth it just because he makes you a little skeeved out every 3rd comment

and they both agree he just isn't the type to get flowers which is fine because everyone shows love differently, and are you really gonna judge someone based on their sense of individual relationship responsibility? maybe he's constantly cleaning her car and writing her poems and making her furniture or something. maybe she doesn't even like flowers and this is perfect, actually. and no you couldn't date him, obviously, ew; but like, she tells you she's happy. you almost send her a tiktok that says don't be 25 and the cool girl that doesn't need anything, you'll hate not getting flowers at 30, but that's like, starting drama & you shouldn't start drama needlessly.

and you're a little older than her but not so much older you can pull the whole trust me on this one babe thing and besides that wouldn't have worked anyway (when does it ever) and besides you have trauma so you and your therapist both agree that you're always looking for a problem even when there isn't one. and you tell yourself that just because you see them for 15 minutes every month does not mean you can identify every single red flag based on a single shitty half-joking(?) comment

and besides, what are you going to do? she says i actually wanted another stand mixer but thankfully he stops me when i'm about to spend too much money and you're standing there like are you okay? is this normal? is this just something people say? and again - what are you going to do?

to your therapist you try to language it - it's not, like, any of my business. but sometimes, doesn't it feel like - you should do something. there's got to be something, right? you've tried dropping little hints but they sail right through and you've tried having a single serious conversation and she got upset because why does it matter to you, yes it's different but we're happy, it doesn't need to make sense to you and you're like. really unwilling to push a boundary about it anymore; because the truth is that you know logically it shouldn't matter to you, as long as both parties are happy.

and besides, you've been wrong before. it's just... like, every time you see them both, something else happens, some kind of shiver down your spine like do you even hear each other when you talk. it's their strange, bickering orbit. just the way he's on his phone through dinner or watching sports instead of helping in the kitchen or, fuck, another one of these little throwaway comments he makes about we'll see about that, babe. she laughs when he calls her passions stupid shit and meanwhile she gets him tickets to see the knicks and he tells you well at least she's smart about something and still! it's none of your business.

you say get the dog anyway and she laughs. like, this is is you being funny. and not you saying - no really. get the dog. get the dog and get out of here. pack up and start running.

#this btw is not including toxic friendships this is legit just something ive experienced MANY times now #writeblr #you ever have a friend in one of those relationships where ur like #u don't HATE their partner explicitly #but ur like. what the fuck y'all #like the weird part of being an adult is that you can't be like . CERTAIN their relationship is toxic #and also if u move too fast or push too hard u can hurt someone who is already in a scary situation so you just are like #frozen there. laughing awkwardly. saying ''haha..... yeah..... couldn't be me....'' #and like u can't tell - is this banter or does he actually think like. he's better than her. #all you can do is be there for your friend and hope they wake up to it #or ... that it really IS good #and it's just odd to you #tbh btw id rather have my friends feel safe coming to me if they have a concern about my relationship #like yes it's not ur business but it also IS bc im making u hang out with them and also ur my friend #it's a weird thing to experience as an adult bc it is such a blurry line and when u spend time #around couples that aren't like ACTUALLY ur friends but instead ''extended friend circle'' ur like #.... i don't know y'all well enough and he just called you a cow. and ur okay with that . and i don't know how to respond. #so ur like :) okay. um. go to couple's counselling i think #but also you are NOT supposed to pass judgement so it's like.... this weird limbo of feeling like you SHOULD say something #but knowing you CANNOT #idk that there's a way to resolve it!!!!!!!! it's probably a different approach person to person #edited my tags bc tumblr's new system fucked em up #PS EDIT: btw i should have said: #the pronouns in this can work in any and every direction. every gender and every sexuality and every #type of relationship tbh. even non-romantic relationships where ur like ''what do u mean ur bff calls u stupid''

[luveline]

EDDIE AND ROAN , roan and eddie have a little “argument” theyre both so sad and r fixes everything 🥹🥹🥹

eddie and roan ♡ (almost) step mom!reader

“I can't give it to you,” Eddie says, shrugging, “it's for Christmas.” 

“I hate you.” 

You pick your head up from the book you're reading. Roan crosses her arms over her chest defiantly, and Eddie mirrors her pose. 

“That's not true. If I give it to you now, we won't have anything nice to eat on Christmas day. Then it won't feel special.” 

“Santa will bring more.” 

It's sound logic for a kid, but unfortunately for you and Eddie, Santa continues to be a work of fiction, and so he won't be replacing the expensive Christmas pound cake Roan wants to open. 

Eddie shakes his head. “He brings presents, babe. I pay for the food.” 

“You can buy more.” 

“Roan, I'm saying no.” 

Roan's eyes narrow to dark slits. “Dad, that's not fair.” 

“It is, babe. You can't have everything you want just because you want it, this is for a special occasion. We have to save things sometimes.” 

“Ugh,” she says, frowning deeply at him. She's adorable even like this, and you can't help smiling in your seat, watching her show off. “You suck!” 

“You suck,” Eddie says back immediately. 

Roan drops her arms from her chest. She stays quiet, perhaps hoping Eddie will say sorry, and when there's no apology to be found she takes off running up the stairs, huffing and puffing. The slam of her bedroom door shakes the house. 

You put your bookmark between the pages of your book and let it fall closed. You hadn't expected to get very far. “That's not very nice,” you say. 

Eddie groans and shoves the pound cake under a loaf of bread. “I'm not nice,” he says, dragging his feet to your chair, slumping over you, and shoving his face against your neck. You cradle his head instinctively. “I'm mean.” 

“I heard some guy up north has you on his shit list.” 

“Why doesn't she get that I want to eat it too? I hate saying no. I don't want to say no.” 

“But if you said yes to everything she wanted we'd be destitute,” you say, a sorry softness to it as you stroke his hair. He's very warm where he's pressed against you. 

“I know.” 

“Having a bad day?” you ask. 

“The worst.” 

“Want me to try and fix it?” 

“Would you?” he asks, pulling his head up, his voice full of awe as though it was the most generous thing you could have ever offered. 

“Not budging on the cake, right?” 

He shakes his head. “What will we eat Christmas day?” Eddie smiles hopefully, the doe shape of his eyes emphasised, as is the dark hiding of lashes surrounding them. “Tell her I was totally being cranky because she was cranky too, please. And call me a bitch or something, she loves that.” 

You tuck one of his curls behind his ears in goodbye, taking the stairs two at a time to check on your girl. 

Roan is upside down in bed, feet pointed at the pillow and head curled away from you at the bottom. She's got one sock falling off and her room is an explosion of toys as usual, but what upsets you most is the sound of weak sniffles smothered in her blankets. 

Poor girl. Eddie's repeated insult must've struck a nerve. 

“It's me, Roro. Can I come in?” 

“No.” 

“Just for a bit. We can snuggle or something, I…” You smile at her as she lifts her head. “I could really use one. What do you think?” 

You make yourself at home at the top of her bed. Her double feels like a queen size with just the two of you in the middle. Her sheets are flat and tucked still from the morning, and the springs chirp in protest as she waddles across them on her knees, dropping into the invitation of your open arm with a sniff. 

“Dad was so mean to me…” 

“He said something mean, huh?” you ask gently, bringing your hand to the back of her head. Her curls are thick as Eddie's with the same frizz toward the top of her head, soft and fuzzy to touch. “I think you upset him too, when you said he sucked.” 

“I didn't mean it.” 

“I know. Do you think daddy knows that? I bet he does.” 

She whines under your chin, her cheek sticky where it brushes your neck. “It's not fair,” she cries. 

Her sobs are easily soothed. You shush her, rubbing the flat plane of her back with a loving palm. These tears are a mixture of things, you reckon, hybrid crocodiles —she's not getting her way and she's not happy about that, but there's a real injustice there too. It's hard being little sometimes. You don't get to choose what you want, and you can't understand why, either. 

“Listen, babe, I think daddy was right, and we can't have the cake, because the cake cost money, okay? And me and daddy need money for some other things, like fish food for Lucky, and dinner tonight, does that make sense?” 

“But we have the cake,” she says, irritation seeping into her clumsy inflection. 

“We do,” you agree, pulling her up into your chest for a good squeeze, “but that's because we're trying to save it up. If we eat it now, we might not have enough money to buy it again. Daddy isn't trying to be mean, yeh? Just wants you to have a special day…” You run your fingertip down her back, laughing as she shivers, and again when she giggles. “‘Cos Christmas is so soon! And we're being good. So let's go make daddy say sorry, that way he can be back on the good list.” 

“Am I still on the good list?” she asks worriedly. 

You don't like that she's upset, but you like getting to be her mom. “You're on my good list. Let's go see dad and I'm sure Santa will put you straight back to the top.” 

Roan drags her feet just like her dad did, apprehensive on the way down the stairs and back to the kitchen. Eddie's waiting and pretending he isn't, leant up against the countertop with a candy bar in hand. “It's not cake, babe, but you can still have a treat?” he offers. 

Roan steps forward and drops her head into his thigh. “You're not nice.” 

“You said it first, baby,” he says, but he bends over her to kiss her forehead, the tip of his nose brushing her hair, “but you're right. I'm sorry, you don't suck.” 

“Well. You don't suck either.” 

It sounds like she's asking a question. Eddie smiles up at you, and then he drops his face into her completely and starts whining. “Why don't you love me anymore, Roly-poly? You used to be soooo nice to me.” 

“It's ‘cos I'm hungry.” 

He snorts and passes her the candy bar. “Why do I doubt that?” 

“I don't know… Do you want half?” 

“Better make it a quarter, bub. I think Y/N deserves some for being the best mom ever, don't you?” 

Roan turns to look at you. “How much does that leave for me?” she whispers. 

“Still half,” you whisper back. 

She smiles happily and forces the candy bar back into her dad's hands, demanding Eddie open it and break it up into pieces for her. He spares her the hard work, and everyone forgets about the Christmas cake for a few weeks. 

#eddie and roan #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie munson x reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things 4

[nxathyx]

if your requests are still opened, your recent work reminded me of my behavior ; keeping silent, when I'm hungry I wouldn't say or do anything about it, generally a s/o that won't say anything if they need something, from day to day life but it's not because of shyness it's just that I'm too lazy to speak up about anything that bothers me particularly

also with Ranpo, Chuuya and Dazai if you mind that many, just Ranpo and Chuuya is okay but a lot of people like Dazai so ;v;

Ranpo, Dazai and Chuuya with a s/o who doesn't speak up about basic necessities

Gn! Reader x Chuuya Nakahara, Gn! Reader x Dazai Osamu, Gn! Reader x Ranpo Edogawa

Tw: these are all probably ooc, Ranpo and Dazai being smug asf, slight anger issues on Chuuyas part

This is like the worst thing I've wrote so far but I hope you still enjoy it💀

Ranpo Edogawa

°so Ranpo is smart as hell as we all know, however I don't think he takes care of his own needs himself and relies on people a lot. I mean he literally didn't know how to buy a train ticket

°I feel like he'd know you need something but wouldn't be bothered to do it Not because he doesn't love you or care about you he would probably ask Yosano or Fukuzawa to do it for him

°I think ranpo would call his s/o stupid or an idiot sometimes. I don't know why😭

° however when it comes to food I think he'd just randomly offer you candy or shove it in your mouth

For example:

You and your boyfriend were currently in the armed detective agency. He was sitting in his office chair, legs kicked over the desk, with a bag of potato chips and biscuits (or cookies idfk). He took one before placing it near your mouth, for you to eat.

"What are you doing..?" You asked a bit confused by his behaviour.

"you're hungry but you're to lazy to even say it. You might be even lazier than me" He retorted with a snicker

"i just don't feel like talking" you responded slightly unamused. He took the cookie away from your mouth, eating it as you just looked at him confused

"what? You weren't eating it"

"that doesn't mean I didn't want it.."

Dazai Osamu

° another one who probably knows what you need

° Dazai also doesn't really take care of his basic needs however I actually think he would take care of yours if he actually loves you, mainly cause he's afraid you'll leave and find someone who will take care of you better than he does (you didn't hear it from me)

°don't expect too much from him though, he can cook if you need food but I doubt he'll do it but he will keep you company while you do it 😭

°I feel like he reminds you a lot that youre terrible at keeping things to yourself (no he's just a bitch you're fine<3)

Chuuya Nakahara

°someone who actually takes care of himself and cares for his health. shocker

°however unlike the other two, he'd get upset that you don't communicate your needs with him

°he finds communication in a relationship to be very important so he'd want to know everything you need

°after you explain that you just can't be bothered with it he'll think that's a stupid reason but he will try to be understanding

°I think he'd take you out for dinner dates more often, text you to actually do things that are important for your health

"we're going out."

"What? why?"

"stop asking questions and let's go"

°like okay? 🤨

#bsd x reader #chuuya bsd #chuuya nakahara #chuuya x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd dazai #dazai x reader #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #ranpo x reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x poe #bungou stray dogs #x reader

[sailorkamino]

dating steven/marc/jake headcannons

relationships: steven grant x gn!reader, marc spector x gn!reader, jake lockley x gn!reader

warnings: very brief mentions of ptsd

translations: príncipe/princesa- prince/princess, cariño- dear, muñeca- doll, mi vida- my life

a/n: i make marvel playlists on spotify if you're interested <3 steven, marc, jake

steven grant

• his favorite pet names for you: love, darling, pet, babe

• so we all know steven is a big cinnamon roll

• but he won't hesitate to stand up for you

• "oi, don't talk to them like that. learn some bloody manners, yeah?"

• he has a very sassy/petty side

• he doesn't like violence but will throw a punch if he has to (although marc of jake usually fronts when he gets too mad)

• so affectionate and clingy in the best way

• won't let u feel insecure for 1 second because his compliments are so sincere

• instead of calling you 'hot' he calls you ~divine~ or ~breathtaking~

• but he doesn't just compliment your looks

• he constantly praises your intelligence and talents

• reading to you whenever he finds something interesting

• home dates that consist of puzzles, legos, drawing/coloring, and board games

• (you hit jake when he compares the flat to a daycare center)

• he may not be as confident as his alters but he's the most romantic

• will sing you to sleep if you ask nicely but he’s shy about it

• just imagine him crooning 50s/60s love songs to you, i can’t-

• probably has separation anxiety

• slow dancing in his flat

marc spector

• his favorite pet names for you: baby, sweetheart, angel, sugar

• prefers actions/gestures over words

• a bit of a commitment-phobe at first because he's afraid of getting hurt

• but once he realizes you're not walking out on them, he falls for you hard

• doesn't get jealous super easily cuz he trusts you

• but is very protective

• if someone is making you uncomfortable or is being creepy he will not hesitate, bitch

• won't let you walk or take the bus alone at night

• marc: i think i should teach you some self defense

• you: i know self defense

• marc: oh really? show me

• you: (unexpectedly kicks him in the dick)

• marc: (on the ground, struggling to breathe) that was good baby

• distances himself or acts angry when he's upset

• he's not great at communication/opening up but he's working on it

• even when's mad he doesn't raise his voice at you (he hates yelling cuz of his mother)

• storms off when you fight so he doesn't say something he'll regret

• always apologizes w/ gifts or a homemade dinner

• needs alone time every once in a while

• but makes sure to text you so you don't worry

• low key loves action/sci-fi movies as much as steven but won't admit it

jake lockley

• his favorite pet names for you: príncipe/princesa, cariño, muñeca, mi vida

• like marc, he has deep rooted trust issues

• that's why he prefers actions over words

• thinks everything you do is super attractive

• you: (doing taxes)

• jake: you're so fucking sexy

• overprotective part 2

• jake: okay let's try self defense again, but no real kicking, okay? this is just practice

• you: ok!

• jake: alright, so what if i'm attacking you and i use my hand to cover your mouth?

• you: (chomp)

• jake: WHAT THE FUCK? DID YOU JUST BITE ME?

• like steven he prefers stay at home dates just so he doesn't have to share you with anyone

• very charming but also has a temper w/ anyone that's not you

• if you had a nickel for every time you forced this man to apologize to a stranger

• random guy: (accidentally brushes against your ass on the bus)

• jake: (rapid fire spanish threats)

• spoiler alert- he gets jealous the easiest

#marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #marc spector fluff #marc spector smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant fluff #steven grant smut #jake lockley smut #jake lockley fluff #jake lockley x reader #moon knight x reader #moon knight headcanon #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #moon knight #moon boys

[smartycvnt]

Harmless Fun

Pairing: Matt Jackson x Reader

Summary: You have a competition to see who can get the most numbers and Matt gets mad after you walk away with Wardlow's number.

R

WC: 829

Matt had always been one of your closest friends. The two of you had always looked out for each other. Nick and Matt were almost like brothers to you at times. There weren't a lot of people who you knew that you could have a lot of fun with like Nick and Matt. Even as the three of you grew and matured, there was something about your friendship that always stayed the same. That was how the three of you had begun a little game to see who could get the most numbers at a bar. There was a good mix of people in the bar, and you had definitely pulled way ahead early. Men had tendencies to give their numbers to women without much, or occasionally any, prompting.

"What are you up to?" Wardlow asked as he slid into the booth next to you. You had taken a little break as Nick and Matt scrambled to catch up with your 12 phone numbers. It was no secret that you and Wardlow had a bit of a thing going on backstage. It wasn't much more than flirting and a couple of hangouts that had been unofficial dates. Wardlow, surprisingly, hadn't tried to further things with you much past those hangouts and the flirting. You would have probably agreed to being exclusive or even hooking up, but he hadn't even really offered that.

"Just a little game," you said casually. Wardlow narrowed his eyes at you for a moment playfully before smiling. "I'm winning."

"Of course you are. I've heard at least six people on the roster brag about expecting a text or two from you later." Wardlow looked amused, as if he knew that you wouldn't text any of them. "Is there room in your phone for one more number?"

"I've already got your number, but for the purpose of securing the bag absolutely," you agreed. Wardlow pulled his phone out and turned it away from you as he scrolled to find a picture. A couple seconds after he set his phone down, your phone dinged with a notification for a message. "Can I open this in public or do I need to go excuse myself?"

"I don't know what you've heard about me, but I am not that kind of guy," Wardlow told you. You opened up your phone to find a picture of him with a bunch of animals working on some farm. It was cute to see him smiling down at the dog, but you didn't let the fact that he was definitely shirtless pass you by. "Give me a call tonight, okay? I want to make sure you get back to your hotel safe."

"I will," you promised. Wardlow kissed the back of your hand as he got out of the booth. Barely five seconds had passed before Matt was getting into the seat across from you. "Hey, I'm up to 13 now."

"Nick says that numbers you already have don't count. Especially not when you're already banging him," Matt snapped.

"Watch it, Wardlow and I are just friends. Not that it's any of your business who I have sex with," you said. Matt scoffed as he leaned back in his seat. "What's your problem?"

"This game is stupid. It's just for you and Nick to flirt with people. I'm leaving," Matt said. You watched him storm off and tried to enjoy the rest of your night. Eventually, Nick took you back to the hotel, but it was awkward.

"I don't get what his problem is. We were having fun, we play this game all the time. Matt usually never minds losing," you said. You weren't trying to work yourself up, but the more you thought about it, the more upset you got. "What happened?"

"Wardlow happened. He was talking to Matt and I, and all of us overheard some douche talking about how he was gonna bang a slut in leather. Both of them started to get in that guy's face, and while Matt bitched him out, Wardlow went over to make sure nobody would get any ideas. Matt just got jealous, he always does whenever you hang out with Wardlow," Nick told you. You sighed as you pulled your feet up into your seat. "They both really like you, but won't make a move because they don't know who you like. It's always been just a game because nobody who you've ever actually liked has given you their number before."

"Why hasn't Matt said anything?"

"Because no matter what anybody tells him, he's terrified that you're gonna reject him. I know that you wouldn't, but he doesn't," Nick explained. You sat back and thought about all of the times whenever Matt acted weird around you. They had usually been around the same time that you thought about getting serious with other people. You wondered how you hadn't noticed that before, but Matt could be good at hiding his feelings whenever he wanted to.

#matt jackson #matt jackson x reader #aew #aew x reader #my writing

[ciaossu-imagines]

Nanbaka Romantic and Smut Matches for Anon

In my opinion, my lovely anon, your ideal Nanbaka romantic match is MITSURU HITOKOE!

Okay, let me start by saying, first off, that Mitsuru was amused by you from the very beginning. The second he met you, he decided you amused him and interested him and he liked you. And every second, from meeting you to getting to you know you to dating you, all the way through to forever, the very playful and surprisingly laid back Mitsuru will never stop being amused by you.

Mitsuru is actually a champion at befriending people like you, who are introverts or who struggle with some social anxiety. He's that extreme extrovert going around adopting those who struggle socially or who are more introverted. He just sees something in them and he especially saw something in you. Your 'resting bitch face' both amused him and didn't fool him - he figured you had to be this really interesting, funny, wonderful person under the quiet, unapproachable facade and, gods be damned, he was going to do everything he could to drag it out of you, little by little or all at once. I will say, that hard work you've done to get better about the socializing - Mitsuru is going to celebrate every little step in that direction. He'll not only praise you for it but demand it be properly celebrated, either by doing something together or by him getting you some sort of gift or even just showering you with physical affection if he knows you'll enjoy it.

With that initial wall around you that you have, it's a really good thing that Mitsuru is not only decided he likes you from the beginning but that he's a really patient person actually. He's not only going to wait for you to get more comfortable with him, but he'll put in the work happily to make sure that you realize he's a safe person to trust, with no intentions of hurting you. Maybe teasing you or playing around with you sometimes, but he'd never hurt you. And besides, you proved him right when you did get comfortable with him. He loves that loud as hell part of you and he encourages it, though he always teases you that you'll never out-loud Nanba's noise problem…he might actually suggest a playful little bet to see if you can.

Once you've decided that Mitsuru really is first your friend and then your partner, your protective side really shows through and while he'll tease you about it, the fact is that he finds it really endearing and cute. He's plenty physically strong and doesn't need your protection - there is a reason that is one of Nanba's guards, after all. But the fact that you want to protect him, that you do everything you can to assure yourself he's safe and you can take care of him…it's sweet. So he definitely allows and encourages that part of you.

Mitsuru, himself, is a very confident man. But he doesn't really have a huge ego…he is, however, more than used to working around those who are egotistical and he has learned to deal with it with good humour. So when you do have those egotistical and stubborn moments, Mitsuru is pretty good about letting them just roll off his shoulders. They don't bother him much and honestly, if they do get really bad or if he thinks you're being needlessly stubborn and rude about something, he'll lightly call you out on it. He's pretty observant himself and he can normally figure out if you're simply being lazy or if you're feeling conflicted, upset, or afraid of something and that's what is driving your stubbornness or need to prove your ego and confidence. He'll try to get you to talk about it, but if you can't or won't, he also will make it clear that he doesn't agree with you on this point. He, one hundred percent, still adores you and has no plans on leaving you or not having your back, but he needs you to know he doesn't agree.

I will say that Mitsuru loves your personal style. He's definitely going to have a habit, when it comes to gifts, of buying you clothes and maybe dressing you up, kind of like a doll sometimes. Once he figures out that being called emo in terms of style bothers you though, just because he is who he is, he's definitely going to playfully tease you by calling you that every now and then, just to see your reactions. He might even buy matching onesies for the both of you and he's constantly teasing you about the mismatched socks. Overall though, he's always so very, very proud to show you off and he thinks you're beautiful whether you're wearing revealing clothes, fancy outfits, or dressing down in comfy clothes.

Mitsuru finds your urges to bite absolutely hilarious and the cutest thing. He encourages your habit and will sometimes even take off his coat, gesture at his bare skin or hold out his arm and tease you, saying he knew you were looking and wanting to bite or mark him. It doesn't make him uncomfortable in the least and he just laughs whenever anyone comments on your bite marks on him. It becomes a playful little intimate thing for the two of you and he'll actually pretty proudly display your marks, not going to lie. He buys you fidget toys for you to play with when you're nervous, since he notices that you go for your clothes, hair, jewelry whenever you do get stressed and he doesn't want to risk you breaking your jewelry or tearing your clothes. If they'll help you with any nervousness or stress, he definitely wants to try.

Mitsuru starts to mimic some of your habits. Your habit of standing up when you get excited to share something? He starts standing up with you too, because if you're so excited to talk about it that you need to stand, he's so excited to hear it that he has to stand up too. He loves hearing you ramble about anything that you enjoy or that you're passionate about…he knows that you really only open up like that with a few select people and it makes him feel special that you feel comfortable doing so with him.

As mentioned, Mitsuru does notice a lot about people and is very observant. He notices when you get to overthinking or zoning out. He does everything he can to distract you when he notices this though. He knows overthinking next to never helps anything and he does worry about your health, physical, mental, and emotional, and while it might be annoying at times, he's really doing it out of love.

Another thing that might be kind of annoying at times? As observant as he is, he will sometimes think you're talking to him when you talk to yourself out loud. When he finds out you weren't, you were just having a conversation with yourself in your head, he insists on being part of that conversation because he'll feel left out.

He finds the weird noises you make adorable and sometimes the entirety of your guy's conversations will just be the both of you making these weird, random sounds back and forth and yet it makes the two of you so happy and amused. Since Mitsuru is a huge physical affection plan, he also loves how you nuzzle up to him. He calls you his little cat, nicknaming you right back as you will nickname him, and he'll nuzzle you right back, though his physical affection will sometimes remind you more of a dog's way of showing physical love rather than a cat's.

As for your love of listening to people talk? Oh, you never have to worry about not getting that with Mitsuru. The man will talk your ear off and still not run out of things to say. A surprisingly intelligent man though, Mitsuru teaches you as many new things as you teach him. Your latest interest of learning to hack? Mitsuru himself is very technologically competent and he'll have no trouble teaching you hints and tips and really helping you up your game. He'll insist on teaching you how to effectively cover your tracks though and how to make sure your own system is uncrackable, because he wants to make sure you're fully protected.

I do strongly headcanon Mitsuru having several motorcycles and a love and deep knowledge of them. Going on on rides together will be something the two of you do together before you even start dating, and will be easy dates when the two of you do get together. He wants to explore the world with you on the rare breaks he gets from Nanba, or at least explore the world as far as you guys can travel on your bikes.

While Mitsuru definitely encourages your love of working out and going on walks, being physically active, he's an absolutely terrible workout buddy. He distracts you and the two of you end up just playing around instead of getting in a workout. So you do end up refusing to work out with him, though I do see the two of you taking long walks together, both as friends and then as partners. The funny thing is he was definitely holding your hand and swinging your arm while on your walks more when the two of you weren't dating…it definitely made a lot of people think the two of you were a couple even before you were and a lot of people have a hard time believing you two only got together when you did. While he encourages your love of sports, he doesn't actively follow a lot of them himself and he won't understand a lot of ranting or talking about them you do. If you participate in any sports though, you can bet your ass Mitsuru is showing up to every match, every game, every event he possibly can with his demanding job.

Mitsuru loves horror movies, shows, and games and he'll love the fact that he can share those things with you. He has a lot of fun introducing you to his favourites and he can't wait to discover your favourites. Any time the two of you have one in common is definitely a reason to celebrate with some kind of kiss…gotta try out all of them, from regular kisses to cheek kisses to forehead kisses to eskimo kisses to butterfly kisses to him at one point just straight up licking your face because it amused him.

Though Uno is the King of Games at Nanba, the fact is that Mitsuru really, really loves playing games as well. Board games, card games, video games, he loves them all and there's no better lazy date night to him than just sitting and playing games with you. He can get playfully competitive about it, placing silly bets.

He also really loves music. He's listening to it as often as he possibly can himself. He'll make mixes for you and he almost begs you to do the same for him. He wants to hear your favourites and he wants you to know his. He'll memorize the favourites of yours that he loves and blare them when the two of you are hanging out together, instigating so many sing-alongs. He plays a mean set of air drums so he hopes you bring in some amazing air instrument as well. Though speaking of instruments, though instrumentals aren't normally his go-to, just sitting and listening to you play the piano? It relaxes him in a way that nothing else does and is one of the few times he can remain still for so long.

Right from the beginning, Mitsuru (along with Kiji) was one of your main gossip buddies. The man loves some good hot gossip and he keeps your love of it satisfied too.

Now, to go into your actual romantic relationship with Mitsuru. As mentioned, the two of you became friends first and though the friendship took some time to grow, when you got comfortable with him, the two of you definitely had a very flirtatious friendship. Like I stated, there are still people who refuse to accept you guys didn't start dating until a while after the rumours that you were started.

Mitsuru and you really share the same love languages and it really helps cement not only how the two of you interact together, but how the two of you communicate, fight, make-up, and really live in a relationship together. It makes it easier since you can often see where each other is coming from.

Though he can be too teasing and playful at times, the fact is that Mitsuru is not afraid to communicate. He's actually really good at it, to the surprise of some people. He's not going to leave you guessing about his feelings on very much. That includes his feelings about you, yes, but he'll also tell you when he needs you to give him some time or space, when he needs to really focus on work and thus will be out of contact with you for this length of time, or when he's upset about something. He's a pretty open book overall, right from the start. Mitsuru doesn't hold a lot back, though what you see isn't always what you get…he holds some secrets, though he starts to share those little by little as the two of you grow closer.

A really great thing? Mitsuru is the least controlling partner you can imagine. He's always going to give you full freedom to be yourself, to do your own thing, to say whatever you want…he just asks for the same in return. He cannot stand a relationship where he feels controlled or smothered.

That's not to say he won't be affectionate and won't be clear about being head over heels for you. He's not going to leave anyone wondering about that and he adores the fact that you are not only okay with that but return it in kind. The two of you are very much that couple who are very physically affectionate with each other, even when out in public. You guys aren't going right at it in public, but there's definitely a lot of hugs and kisses and him just draping himself all over you. He's also not going to be stingy about the compliments or, when the two of you finally get to the point of being really serious with each other, of saying I love you at least once a day.

Another thing that happens when the two of you get really serious about each other? He definitely insists on adopting a 'child' together…since Mitsuru really doesn't want an actual baby or children, he definitely meant an animal. Maybe two animals…three…you have to convince him that the two of you don't have the room to take the whole rescue shelter home because Mitsuru definitely would want to take in a rescue animal, just to ensure these poor animals get the best lives they had always deserved.

Now, you might have noticed a lot that I mention how playful and teasing Mitsuru is with you. That definitely extends to your romantic relationship. It's just such a huge part of who he is and how he shows love and affection to people. He's more than willing to take as much as he gives though and he sees your teasing and joking with him as you showing him affection and love in return. To be honest, sometimes your jokes and teasing with each other might come off as the two of you being mean to each other to people outside of your relationship, but the both of you find it funny and it's just a way for the two of you to connect. You both learn and respect the limits to the teasing both of you can take and what not to tease or poke fun about. And needless to say, there are definitely prank wars between the two of you at times that others have definitely gotten pulled into, much to their displeasure and the amusement of the two of you. Pillow-fights, playful wrestling, and 'winner buys lunch' competitions are also par for the course in your relationship with Mitsuru. He'll also, during the times you wear your glasses, at least once or twice do the teasing thing of removing your glasses and trying them on before proclaiming that you look much cuter in them and settling them back on your face.

Because of the nature of his job and how much of his time it takes up, the two of you don't really get proper date nights out often. When you do, he definitely wants to make the most out of it, getting out and enjoying yourselves, but most of your relationship is spend together in a shared home once the two of you have gotten semi-serious, or a shared home if you work inside Nanba as well in some capacity.

Now, the fact you have only three tattoos might sometimes offend Mitsuru. He definitely makes getting matching couple tattoos a priority once the two of you get to the 'I love you' point, right behind animal adoption.

Runners Up: Hajime, Uno, Honey, Musashi

In my opinion, your ideal Nanbaka smutty match is HONEY!

Much like yourself, Honey is also overall a switch. While he prefers to be dominant most of the time, satsifying that bottom part of you, he's also more than happy to play submissive now and then. Truth be told, he finds it really hot when you decide to take the lead and play with him.

Honey really loves your habit of walking around in just your underwear really hot and he can't help but instigate sex whenever you do. He has delighted, right from the beginning, in how sensitive you are. He never gets tired of it. It definitely is an stroking the ego thing to him because getting you off is so easy with how sensitive you are, seeing how much pleasure you're in is so easy with how sensitive you are. It makes him feel like the best sex of your life, makes him even more confident in approaching you sexually, in taking control of you sexually. He memorizes every single one of your hot spots and he loves over-stimulating you. He's not happy until you've orgasmed so much and cum so hard that you're slightly drunk from the feeling and are whimpering and whining about how it's almost starting to hurt. In terms of his own orgasms though, Honey prefers you edging him. Overstimulation holds no pleasure for his own body and is plain out just painful.

Honey really adores how adventurous sexually you're willing to be as well. The fact is that both of you really enjoy pleasing each other, trying out the things the other wants and enjoys and your sexual life together will be an exciting one, where very few things will be out of bounds for either of you (though, as everyone does, both of you will have your hard no's).

Where you and Honey most connect sexually though is in the marking category. Honey will love leaving marks all over you, claiming you as his own, particularly in areas that people will see, like your neck, jaw, and upper chest. He's also not ashamed whenever you leave your marks on him, showing them off with confidence and pride in them and you.

#replies #anon match #romantic match up #mitsuru hitokoe #smutty match up #nanbaka

[cr-noble-writes]

saw your tags on the high school fashion poll and I must say: king shit >:D

HAHAHAHAHA thank you <3

May as well tell the whole story, I suppose.

Picture it. It's 2005. I'm in high school. Still a girl. I am not popular. My friend group consists of goths, burnouts, band kids, and MtG nerds (like, super MtG nerds. We'd show up to school like an hour early to sit in the cafeteria and play before homeroom). My breakfast everyday is the biggest size of English Toffee cappuccino you could get at Wawa and a king size Twix. The rest of the day, I subsist on Jolt gum and Mountain Dew. I have zero fucks to give about anything not related to MtG, anime, any show with the word 'star' in the title, and music.

I'm in a class that's probably meant to be something like Home Economics, but is actually the dumbest fucking class I've ever taken. The captain of the Varsity cheer squad (we'll call her Jane) is also in this class, along with several other popular kids. None of my friends are in this class. I am a weirdo in a sea of normies.

So, I'm wearing this outfit. It's just a t-shirt and my favorite pants. Which I bought at Hot Topic, ya know, back before they were super mainstream and all they sold was shit for weirdos like me. Anyway. The pants have buckles all the way down the sides of the legs. I, of course, think this is the coolest shit ever. I've worn this exact pair of pants at least once a week for the entire school year. They are my favorite pants.

So I am sitting at the big ass table that we have in this shitty home ec style class instead of desks. Just vibing. Waiting for class to start. Jane is sitting across from me with her popular kid friends.

She looks across the table at me, and in the super snotty tone of voice that you think only exists in high school drama movies, she says, "Um, I don't think you're allowed to wear chains at school."

I am vibing. Reading a book. Probably some shitty vampire romance. I don't even look up at her. "I guess it's good that I'm not wearing any chains, then."

"Well," Jane says, "your pants are against the dress code."

I'm thinking What are you, a cop? I look up at her at this point, mostly annoyed by the fact that this bitch won't stop talking to me while I am clearly reading, and I say, "I'll stop wearing them to school if a teacher tells me they're against dress code."

Jane full sneers at me and says, "Well, I don't like you because of the way you dress."

At this point, all of her friends are paying attention to the conversation. IDK if they're expecting me to get angry or upset or whatever. But their beady little drama seeking eyes are darting back and forth between me and her like they think there's a bomb in the room and we're somehow trying to disarm it with this conversation.

I close my book and smile at her. "That's fine," I say. "I don't like you because you're a shallow bitch."

I have never in my life seen someone turn so red, so fast. Clearly this was not the reaction she expected. Her friends are laughing at her. I am maintaining intense "come at me bro" eye contact. But that's the end of it. The teacher walks into the room, class starts, and Jane just... avoids me like the plague for the rest of my high school career. Mission accomplished.

Fast forward to late 2007. I've graduated from high school and moved out of my parent's place. I'm living with my boyfriend, and we both work at a steakhouse in town. I've been working there for about 3 months, and one day guess who walks in with a brand new fucking steakhouse waitstaff uniform. Fucking Jane.

I talk to my boyfriend that night, and I'm like... this bitch hates me and I swear to GOD I am not in high school anymore I will catch a charge if she fucks with me (I was in a very angry phase of my life).

Anyway, it becomes pretty clear that she recognizes me because she avoids me as much as possible when we have to work together. Then one day, we're rolling silverware at the end of the day and we end up at the same table. And it turns out... Jane is actually really fucking cool. She's into a lot of the same stuff as me, and we had an actual conversation.

The Incident(tm) came up. Neither of us apologized, but she was like "yeah, high school was weird for me because there's an image you have to maintain to be popular" etc.

Anyway, I can't say we were ever really friends, but we didn't hate each other after that.

Anyway, she's probably not on Tumblr, and I haven't seen her in like... 15 years. But I hope she's doing well and has been able to get what she actually wants out of life, rather than what she thinks she's supposed to want.

#crnobleanswers #get to know me #high school

[youngblood-182]

Random Hidan Headcanons

He just lives in my head RENT FREE OKAY

-I always like to imagine being Hidan's best friend.

-He is incredibly chaotic, and if you are as chaotic as he is...lord help everyone around you. NO LITERALLY, YOU TWO WON'T SHUT UP.

-One of my favorite headcanons that I literally almost wrote a series on is Hidan working at a liquor shop, as a part time job and the reader coming in to buy liquor with her friends who have NEVER met Hidan. Your eyes meet across the shop, a smirk crosses his face and suddenly he's over the counter with a "What's up whore?!"

-Your friends are obviously appalled but are even more horrified when you yell back "About to get fucking shitfaced asshole" (I am imagining those friends being Shisui and Kakashi for some reason hehehe) he'll respond with a "Fuck you for not inviting me bitch!" and you will respond with a, "I texted you assface!"

-Your friends will definitely be very concerned and I imagine the ride back will just include Kakashi going absolutely insane over what just happened and Shisui asking too many questions for you to handle. Meanwhile, you are just smiling in the backseat and giggling over the chaos that you both caused.

-The both of you drinking together would cause absolute chaos, random challenges, him being absolutely flirtier than usual, trying to skateboard and failing in the dark, screaming matches, loud music, dancing, and whatever will entertain the both of you in the moment. (No one wants you two in the same room but you always find each other, Kakazu is losing his mind please help him)

-but I can see Hidan being the type of guy to hold your hair back while you throw up and while he holds some concern for your wellbeing he is absolutely fucking roasting you for puking your guts out.

-"How the hell did you drink that much you dumbass?" He has one hand holding your hair back as you lean over the toilet, the other one grabbing the bottle of water he brought when you stumbled in the bathroom drunk off your ass saying you had to puke.

-He's not the type to show a lot of emotion or show he cares conventionally but you have come to love his little bits of affection he shows you in your friendship such as: you're upset about something? he's coming over and while he feels awkward around heavy emotions, I know damn well he will do everything in his power to make you smile. AKA threaten to beat someone up.

-Someone broke your heart? They won't be alive much longer.

-He'd make a terrible wingman though, because he secretly has feelings for you but mans doesn't do relationships but won't let anyone near you anyway. VERY POSSESSIVE. Will try to fight anyone who nears you with inappropriate intentions.

-He doesn't like to talk about his feelings, he just resorts to violence. No thoughts, head is always empty a true himbo.

-Don't even get me started on his texting habits, he types in all caps in my head and it is usually curse words. His slang is otherworldly no one can decipher what he's trying to say half the time.

-He listens to heavy metal, you can't change my mind on this one. I am just imagining him rolling up to your home BLASTING some Metallica and honking his horn until you walk out of your home he doesn't care about your neighbors.

-He has a very dark sense of humor and as his best friend you also share that same humor, prepare yourself for some very fucked up memes.

-He's a stoner too, I love stoner Hidan. So many thoughts on him, he gets like 10x more affectionate when stoned out of his mind and while he still curses he's less likely to call you bitch and more likely to call you babe

-He says he doesn't have deep talks while he is stoned out of his mind, but his softer side comes out (I don't think this man has a fully soft side, but the littlest bit comes out when he is stoned with you he likes thinking of the future with you.)

-I feel like if he ever decided to tell you he had feelings for you he would either make a move while he was stoned or he got jealous over watching another guy flirt with you. He is too scared to ruin the friendship you guys have built (I know a lot of people think he wouldn't care but, you mean a lot to him)

-Physical affection is very rough to come by with him, he'll throw his arm over your shoulder like it's a part of your body but otherwise he doesn't enjoy hugs unless you're literally having a full blown breakdown.

-The two of you together is absolutely chaotic and no one knows what may happen, but they do enjoy seeing the way your eyes light up when you are around the other. <;3

#hope you enjoyed #hidan #hidan naruto #my baby #I want him to rail me #akatsuki modern #hidan akatsuki #hidan headcanons #hidan headcanon #not me realizing I spelt headcanon wrong bc im tired

[lillylvjy]

you may have made a mistake asking to be spammed

so I shall be apart of it!

here's some wilbur hc's to start off! these are totally not based off my perception of my dr

- accidentally calls his partner bunny and ends up rolling with it

- you call him potter once bc of his glasses? another nickname for him for the rest of time

- you're Malfoy to him

- absolutely hates the big lights, thinks there a sin and will get upset if they're turned on. lamps and fairy lights are the way to go.

- has absolutely not concept of a sleep schedule so will go to bed at 8pm and wake up at 5am but also go to sleep at 5am to wake up at 8pm.

- bribery with sweets is very useful but also bribery with attention works as well

- if you attempt to physically drag him, he will go limp and just look at you amusedly

- does hold onto you like his life depends on it

- sometimes wakes up extra early to make breakfast and then refuses to ask for help of any kind and makes you sit at the counter/breakfast table without helping him

- still won't break if you pout, sorry

- secretly loves the nostalgia the bee movie provides. is it problematic? yes. but is it nostalgic? also yes.

HEADCANNONS!!!

no we would for sure call his partner bunny! It’s like second nature for him. He’s also call him kid bunny or (my hc) Bert or strawberry! Idk why but!

If you called him Potter, he’d go into a temper tantrum. Oml he’d hate it! But now- a family halloween costume, Harry Potter themed! That’s when he’ll allow it! If we’re malfoy than he’s fucking snape

OML THATS ME! I hate big lights. I have fairy lights in my bedroom and I love them so much. I have them lke in my tapestries and just everywhere. So much better than blinding lights! And say you do turn them on! Whining like a bitch. He’d be begging you to turn them off!

His sleep schedule is fucked, we all know. So imagine trying to get him to have a sleeping schedule by convincing him that you’ll cook breakfast or some shit. I feel like Wilbur would do anything if it involves you and food.

Bribery with attention is his second language let’s be honest!

No and when he goes limp, you’d just drop him. Literally just.. plop. And then he’d do grabby hands at you to help him up or drag him again.

Especially when he’s feeling a little more insecure or he’s been overthinking more recently :( he’d for sure hold you so tight and follow you around like a lost puppy. But it’s cute

Also going back to the breakfast hc. If you were up before him and making breakfast, and he saw you, he’d be taking that spatula from your hands and hitting you with it until you back away from the stove (affectionately ofc!)

If you pout, itd be tempting, but he won’t budge, when he has his heart set on something, it’s hard to break him out of it.

HE ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE BEE MOVIE!! Idc he just does.

#lilly’s ask #connor <3

[andthebeanstalk]

TLDR: first-time weed users should either vape or take an edible that contains single digits (under 10mg) of THC.

I put this in the tags of another post but this might save someone a Very Bad Time so,

Heya there, friendos!

Want to try the devil's lettuce for the first time, but thinking that smoking it sounds hard so you're gonna take an edible?

Well that's just keen!

But remember: the first time you take edibles, you need to check the THC content (if something is made from weed and can get you high, it contains THC), and make sure it is in SINGLE DIGITS per serving of edible.

Did you hear me?? Single. Digits. Under 10. The numbers 1 through 9.

I mean it. If you're looking at packaging like, "hmmmm - is 20mg or 70mg a lot?" YOU ARE ALREADY WRONG BECAUSE THAT IS ONE MORE DIGIT THAN YOU NEED, MY FRIEND. If you remember nothing else from this, just remember single digits.

(Also if you don't have a weed tolerance - which takes weeks of regular use to build up and just means you need to pay more money to get high so it is NOT an aspirational thing - 20mg will fuck you up in a bad dizzy not-fun scary way. And 70mg will ruin your week and probably weed as a whole forever and also possibly be so upsetting it becomes an actual traumatic experience. An overdose of marijuana cannot kill you and the only thing for it is to w, but it is extremely not fun.)

It is super common for people new to weed to buy like, a 100mg brownie and think those things are single serving. THEY ARE NOT SINGLE-SERVING AND THAT IS TWO DIGITS MORE THAN YOU WANT. And then they are calling 911 because they are having a weed-related panic attack. (Cameron Esposito has a great stand-up bit about a small town she visited in Arizona that ran into a problem right after weed was legalized because folks kept eating entire weed brownies and then calling the ER in a panic.)

SINGLE DIGITS.

So start with a 5mg piece and then wait like, 12 hours. Many edibles take hours to take effect, and it is SUPER common for newbies to take a second edible after waiting like an hour when the first hasn't even hit yet and then they both hit and that person has a bad night.

(And one time - only once - my girl and I took edibles that kicked in THE NEXT DAY. My girl was at work suddenly realized like, Oh No. She was fine, but holy shit! That is not a typical experience. But it gives an idea of the range that edibles can have.)

The second time you take edibles, if you enjoyed 5mg, you can take 10mg. Then the next time, take 15mg, and the time after that, take 20mg. From there you can probably increase by increments of 10mg. Which is what I do.

I am a big ol' stoner who has smoked more days than not for several years and I have a stupid tolerance. So I take 30mg as a baseline to even feel it. And like 60-70mg as an absolute maximum, depending on the edible. If it is a brand of edible I haven't had before - or an unlabeled batch of homemade cookies, etc. - then I skew low. I find that some edibles on 40mg are nothing to me and others send me to the moon at 40mg, so I am careful. Either way, I dearly miss my low tolerance.

And hey! Are you thinking 'wow all that sucks to keep track of,' then good news! Vape pens are simple/cheap to get and use and you will feel the effects of them within minutes or even in seconds, so it is WAY easier to tell how your body is reacting, and it will fade faster than an edible too, which is good if you don't know if you'll like it much yet. Take short puffs because it won't feel harsh in your throat until after you stop breathing in and then if you've sucked in too long, you'll cough so much it hurts the next day. It'll heal same as if you coughed a lot from anything else, but it sucks.

Everything I said about vapes also applies to smoking a little pinch of bud/flower/dried weed plant leaves in a pipe/bowl/bong, except newbies who don't smoke cigarettes will be more sensitive to the smoke and will cough way more than with a vape. I still often cough if I'm not careful.

I recommend against smoking a whole joint by yourself if you're new. They are a bitch to learn how to make and they require way more bud than a newbie should smoke in one go. Just start with a small cheap pipe. You don't need anything expensive to get started. I personally use something called a one-hitter, which is a ceramic piece that looks like a cigarette and was very cheap. It is only meant for one hit at a time and so it only holds a very small amount of weed and is very easy to pack and use.

Anyway, stay safe! Look out for each other! Don't pressure people to smoke/use weed if they don't want to! All cops are bastards! And remember, SINGLE. DIGITS.

#original #drugs #stoner life #weed #marijuana #cbd meanwhile is the chemical in weed that is relaxing and idk what happens if you overdose on that but my guess is sleepiness #cbd is sold in public stores unlike thc which in my state must be from a dispensary #and then there are other chemicals and other acronyms but any official edible product should say how much thc is in there #and if it isn't official or labeled with mg levels please for the love of god take a small small small bite to start #i am so serious that being too high is NOT fun #you can lower ur tolerance by taking time off but then you have to take time off #also people at weed stores are usually friendly and happy to help #i am sure there exist folks who are gonna be condescending assholes about it but usually people are very nice #especially if talking to people about weed is literally their job

[luveline]

jadie (may i call u that ?) i was wondering how u deal with hate on ur page. does it ever get rlly hard to the point where u think about quitting or something? ive been going through some hate of my own and although im still a small acct and the love outweighs the hate, its still super hurtful and i just wanna know how someone with a following as big as urs would handle it ! thanks so much

you can call me whatever you like!! how I deal with it..

I think it's important to acknowledge that I have a 'bigger' account or a bigger following because if you tallied up the hate to the kindness I'm shown, there's always going to be more love. And I feel like I can stick up for myself more often because I know I've made friends here and have followers that will support me!! So I would definitely say those things are a privilege that I have to help me

That being said, I've definitely noticed a tenfold increase in hate as I gain followers and i think thats natural, it makes sense that the more people that are exposed to me and my writing, the more I will see people who dont like me or my writing. Sometimes I handle it by crying my eyes out, and sometimes I just feel really sick all day. Lots of the time, hate pretty much saps me completely and I find that I don't want to write anymore because you do start to internalise that and feel negatively about yourself. It's always worse when they kind of find the thing you're sensitive about and prod at it.

And hate feels to me like it is in two categories, actual stuff with value and then the troll/bait kind of stuff. Most of the mean anons I receive I block straight away so they can't send anything again. Sometimes I post it because I want my own say, like when I don't agree with the way someone's speaking to me.

Sometimes you get silly cruel ones, and sometimes you see hate and think like??? What does this have to do with me? Fanfic and writing in general can be so skewed toward personal preference because why wouldn't I write what I want to write? This is my hobby and its for fun, and so when you get those "this was awkward' "this was poorly written" "why did insert character do this" I can disregard that pretty easily cos its a comment based on their own perception and preference. You don't have to explain yourself to anyone if you don't want to!

I recently saw someone get a hate anon that said like "you need to use more full stops, I need to take a breath" and it made me laugh because there are literally millions and millions of books and billions of words of fanfic online and that person has seemingly never encountered a run on sentence before? I think you just have to keep in mind that your circle of experience in life is different to other people's , and there will be overlap but often the majority won't, like a Venn diagram. What I'm trying to say is I tend to not take that stuff too personally (though it's still hate, and still annoying!) because that person probably just hasn't realised the world doesn't revolve around them yet!

Hate sucks! We aren't goodreads authors, we aren't offering our work up for a five star rating and asking people to pick it apart, and it's always gonna be gutting when people don't like what we have to offer. But I just try to take it on the chin because rejection is a constant in life, and if you don't wrestle with it I'd imagine I'll turn into a bitter bitch. 😅

tldr: I let myself be upset by it! I give myself space to feel sad but ultimately I reason that you can't please everyone, and you shouldn't want to! Do what makes you happy and the right people will find you and love you for it !!

#sorry if this didnt help!! #jade's asks #ily

[classroomconfidentialblog]

Modern (millenial?) parents are SO hard to work for. If you are one of them and you actually care about what your kid is experiencing at school every day, please read this.

Is it just me or has the parenting style taken a radical turn maybe in the last 5 years or so?

I don't know what it is... post-COVID exhaustion and anxiety? a very high sense of entitlement? a completely different mindset than any generation of parents prior to you? Gentle parenting?

And I'm sure there are still some rare "chill" and "no bs" parents out there who want the truth. But so many more are basically like an emotional landmine just waiting to explode... and destroy teachers in the process. because they simply will not tolerate any honest or even remotely negative communications from the Teacher.

Everything upsets them. They take everything hyper-personally. They won't ask you for clarification, oh goodness no. And they don't give a fuck what your intentions are or where your heart is.

They certainly don't value you or respect you, even though they also don't seem to realize that they are entrusting their young child, and that child's cognitive development, physical and emotional wellbeing, with you.

To them, you're the bitch they can't wait to complain about because you asked them to hold off on potty training for one more week while other kids who need more time for mastery can get a little more time with the teacher's attention.

To them, you're the bitch. Because you try to inquire about what that child might be experiencing at home, so you can try to fill in the gaps of knowledge about how this child operates, and support that child to the best of your ability at school. And this parent feels like you trespassed some sort of sacred boundary asking about how they handle that behavior/ situation at home.

And yet they will also turn around and irately say things like "you don't know our family history"... um... yes (slow clap), that is why I'm *asking* you what things look like AT HOME , girlfriend; when your child demonstrates x, y, and z behavior. Because, dare I say, I *don't* know your family history? Therefore I have to do this thing called "ask the parent"??? 

Like, goddamn you people are the most impossible cohort of parents I have ever worked with. you're impossible to read and you're impossible to trust.  your fake as hell to be perfectly honest. and I miss straight shooter truly smart and knowledgeable white collar parents like Kathleen, the no bullshit mother who would both fiercely protect her child and help me get what I needed from administration if it meant it could help her child and the whole class.

I can't even trust if I truly have positive rapport with these millenial parents; or if they're just lying to my face and preparing to turn into a viper in a few days and report something to my boss that I allegedly said that I didn't even know I said; and can't remember the details of anymore. Because to me, I was just checking in on potty training readiness or letting them know their kid had a rough day today. Which are things that I have done on a regular basis for over 15 years. 

And millennial parents, when you backstab your child's teacher, y'all will turn around and report trivial shit to their boss, that in the mind of the teacher wasn't even a big deal -- these kinds of things are literally an every day part of any preschool teaching job that any preschool teacher would have to do!  and then you request a meeting, and you're probably gossiping about it to the other parents, and you have clearly sat on this issue and let it fester in your mind for several days if not weeks because the precipitating event wasn't yesterday; it was like many days ago. But only now you're bringing it up.

You've probably gone to your therapist and complained about it. And your therapist probably told you that you need to be empowered as a parent and blah blah blah, and you have every right to march into that school and voice your feelings and have that teacher burned at the stake!

... yeah how do you think that is going to ripple through the chain of command? 

Did any part of yourself stop and consider that teacher also has to help other peoples children at the same time as yours?  And to meet with you she has to step away from all of those children? Did it cross your mind that some teachers out there genuinely have the best interest of the entire classroom in mind and that all the other parents, not just you and your immediate needs? and if you keep creating drama for teachers like this they are not going to want to stay in the profession?  Because of parents like you??  And that this stupid meeting and your stupid bullshit complaints might just be the straw that breaks the camels back and makes her quit out of the blue, when she thought she genuinely liked working for what she thought was a really great school, finally. And now your drama is making her reconsider her own thoughts about wanting to put in a couple more years as an early childhood educator?

Did any part of yourself stop and consider that your child having a little bit of a rough patch emotionally may have been the least of the problems that day, because there are bigger problems than just your child missing mommy that day? 

Did any part of yourself stop and consider that you might want to feel grateful that the teacher is keeping it real with you instead of hiding the truth in order to keep you emotionally happy and soothed?

Did it ever occur to you that there could be a lot of other shit that that teacher is basically being forced to hide about the truth of the reality, because her superiors have asked her not to say anything to you all?

Are you guys aware that administration will literally come to the teacher and tell the teacher to immediately cease all communications with youas soon as you file a trivial and selfish complaint about her? 

Because that's what really happens. I'm not just here making this shit up.  I'm here confessing this shit. Because I'm tired of holding it in. 

Just because you operate out of some weird version of parenthood that you imagine in your mind where you have all the power, doesn't mean that's actually true.

Every professional and licensed Preschool, unless it is owned and run by the teacher herself, always answers to a higher chain of command.  Remember that. she's not working for herself, she's working for a larger organization. 

So it may have started off that you had a really lucky relationship with your child's teacher, where she felt safe and honest enough to tell you the truth about what's really going on with your child. She may have initially felt like she had the freedom to inquire with you on an honest and authentic level, so that she could support your child in a simple, non-dramatic, effective way; and help everybody move forward from some thing that wasn't that big of a deal to begin with, with simplicity and ease. 

But then you got all defensive and took it personally, and then it had to go to her boss, and then it had to go to that bosses boss, and in some instances it's going to go to boards of people. And those people are all gonna tell us, the teacher to stop talking to you. like literally no joke at more than one school when a parent complains I have been told to stop talking to parents completely.

Is that what you really want?  You really want the direct educator and caregiver of your child, Monday through Friday, who can observe your child through professional eyes and who knows the classroom situation more intimately than anyone else-- the person who designed the entire fucking classroom from the ground up literally. Literally, most of the shit your child is experiencing and enjoying on a daily basis Monday through Friday, was brought to the classroom by the teacher you want to tear down, and was a literal creation out of that teachers mind into your child's daily school reality.

Yepp. Her. That lady. You want to cut off communication with the person who literally created the reality that your child experiences when they go to school everyday.  She built the furniture with her hands, and she composed out of her own brain the fucking songs that your kid goes home singing nonstop, because they love them.

You want to cease all communication with **her**??? Forreal tho?????

Okay, cool. Your wish is my command. not even because I want to but because my boss is making me now, thanks to you.

So let's all millenial it up, and be fake AF for the rest of the school year. 

Your kid is doing great! 😁. They had a great day! 😀Fake smile. 😇. Let's all just play pretend so that you millenial parents can have happy emotions at times. let's make a bunch of people on different levels of your child's school organization have to have a bunch of drama they have to deal with. because you don't have the balls to just accept basic ass Preschool communication. Great job, millenial parents.

I either need to leave this field altogether, or I need to hurry up and start start my own preschool where I have the power to just kick people out if they're gonna be immature drama. 



[ancient-reverie]

I have a problem and I want to tell you guys. it's about my mom's version of "allowance"

I'm 27, mentally and physically disabled, and bc of that I have never moved out, and am happily unemployed. I don't NEED money. I don't even WANT money. I HATE money. I want to grow my own food and survive without it type of hate. But my family is well off bc my dad is a retired firefighter, but still has a business of maintaining and repairing fire hydrants. My parents happily support me living with them, they don't want rent (would refuse it even) and only want me to have a job so I have something to do and for them to know I'll be able to survive on my own. (I can survive on my own but it wouldn't be with a job. I know how to live in the world.)

with that prefaced here's a rant:

my mom gives my brother and I an allowance. and she's always said "it's to prepare you for the real world" (i.e. having a job and an employer and paycheck) my problem is even though she calls it an allowance... but it's actually just bribery to do chores. she pays us for doing everyday chores. which backfired. let me explain.

I never learned that sometimes chores are chores, work is work, and you don't get paid for doing it. I never learned that finished work would be the reward, my brain expects payment. EVEN FOR MY OWN ART I MAKE FOR MYSELF.

I have a hard time doing chores, or anything, that won't 'get me anything'. I do also blame my ADHD.

What I'm actually upset about though... is that an allowance is given to kids as their share of the household that they can spend on whatever they want. It's an allowance not a paycheck. It's given because you love your children and want them to be happy. It's not meant to be held over their heads on whether or not they do their chores.

There are more important things in life than doing chores by the way but that's blasphemy I guess.

Bonus: she threatens to take away the money if we don't do our chores in a timely manner. but she never does it. and when she doesn't take it away she'll say 'well you're my kids it's what you do as a oarent' as if she wasn't holding it over us the whole time??? bitch what???? the fuck??

AND BONUS BONUS SHE DOESNT REMEMBER SAYING THAT??? NOR REMEMBER HOLDING IT OVER OUR HEADS??

AND IF YOU THINK SHE'S GASLIGHTING ME SHE ISN'T. SHE GENUINELY FORGETS AND IT'S A FUCKING NIGHTMARE. I WISH SHE WAS GASLIGHTING ME, AT LEAST THEN I'D KNOW THAT SHE KNOWS WHAT'S GOING ON.

so I think her parents screwed up "allowance" for her by doing this same shit. and I'm trying to teach her that I don't wanna be an employee.

I would like the allowance because she loves and cares about me.

I will do the chores because I live in the house and they're my chores too. Because they're a part of life.

I don't need to 'learn about the real world' I had books, and games, and textbooks that taught me. Not to mention our entire culture is capitalism so it becomes a little obvious to the smallest of children that job = payment.

BUT REAL IS ENTIRELY UP TO INTERPRETATION. WHAT THE FUCK IS "THE REAL WORLD"?? IS THIS NOT IT?? CAN I FIND REAL LOVE IN THE "REAL" WORLD BC I CANT HERE. THESE FOLKS HAVE NEVER EXPERIENCED TRUE LOVE AND IT'S NOT GREAT BEING RAISED BY THEM.

so yeah... thanks for listening to my rant about how my mom misuses the word "allowance" and how it's one of the stakes driving into in our broken rock of a relationship.

#hell o void #what the hell would i tag this #parental relationship struggles #can never tell if my mom is a narcissist or bpd or her unmedicated adhd is so bad it makes her the most self-centered person on the planet #literally she keeps saying she wants meds again for her adhd AND THEN DOES NOTHING ABOUT IT #DESPITE MY DAD AND BROTHER AND I PRACTICALLY BEGGING HER TO DO SOMETHING #my mom thinks she's miserable bc my dad is bad at relationships and so thats what she focuses on all the time #and sure maybe he is but when my dad and brother and i are together its all chill. she throws wrenches into everything and has no idea #she doesnt recognize that shes the problem most of the time and when anyone brings it up she just dissociates and cant handle it like.. #ive been her therapist my entire life. trying to keep this goddamn family afloat. sick of it. but cant move out so may as well try huh

[helloalycia]

a bitch [two] // leigh shaw

summary: when you finally decide to confront leigh about the incident, things don't go to plan.

warning/s: cheating, arguing, confrontation

author's note: here’s part two! hope you like it :)

part one | masterlist | wattpad

I refused to paint Leigh in the worst light, even if I'd seen her that way. She ended up staying the night at mine to pass out without being around her sister with her hangover, and I tried not to mind. I was patient for the rest of the evening and the following morning, trying not to assume the worst. But it was hard to do that when she continued to act like nothing was out of the ordinary.

My paranoia get the better of me, as whenever she got a text or slipped out for a phone call, all I could see was her and Abby making out at the party. Why hadn't she told me what happened if it wasn't what it seemed? The only explanation could be that she didn't want me to know, which meant she was hiding it, which meant she was cheating on me. Just like Alex.

It was later that following day after the party when I was sat on the dining table doing some work on my laptop and she was sat on the couch. Her phone vibrated, followed by a tone, signalling she got a text, and I tried not to writhe with discomfort in my seat. She scoffed before tossing her phone to the other end of the couch.

"What is it?" I asked, trying not to seem too interested, even though my heart was bruising.

"Nothing," she mumbled, eyes fixated on the telly.

I gave her all of my attention now, curious. "Go on, what is it? It's clearly not nothing."

She tilted her head to look at me. Sighing, she said like it was no big deal, "Drew wants me to work on a piece, but with somebody else. And you know I'm not a fan of collaborative writing."

Forcing a smile, I hummed in acknowledgement. "Who is it? The person he wants you to work with?"

Looking back to the TV casually, she shrugged. "Abby."

Just the mere mention of that girl's name in Leigh's mouth left a bitter taste in mine. And the longer I watched Leigh staring at the TV without a care in the world, oblivious to the fact that my heart was breaking because of her, the more I wanted to burst. And I eventually did.

"I know you're cheating on me," I blurted, making her look to me with a baffled expression.

"What?"

Deciding to roll with it, I closed my laptop and met her confused stare. "Don't try to hide it, Leigh, I know. I saw you last night. At the party." She continued to play dumb, so I added with distaste, "You were kissing Abby."

Leigh opened her mouth, half-gasping and half entertained as if I was suggesting the most ridiculous thing. "You're kidding, right? That's– that's what you think of me?"

I stood up quickly, glaring at her through glassy eyes. "Don't act coy. I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. I tried to wait for you to explain yourself just in case I misinterpreted, but you continued to hide it. No doubt hiding every other moment you spend with her, too, right?"

Leigh's confusion was quickly replaced with anger, as she stood up from her place on the couch and walked towards me, pointing a finger my way.

"How dare you jump to conclusions like that!"

"It's not jumping!" I shouted, unable to stop my emotions getting the better of me. "It's facts!" Smiling bitterly, I shook my head, vision blurry with unshed tears. "I always had my suspicions that she liked you, but I never thought it could be the other way, too..."

Leigh's glare was fiery. She clenched her fists by her side as she studied my expression, attempting to find an explanation for this accusation. And the fact that she was still playing dumb pissed me off.

"God, everybody told me that you could be like this," I muttered between gritted teeth. "You flip-flop between emotions. The constant mood swings, an explosion that everyone gets caught up in."

She crossed her arms, shrugging sarcastically. "Don't hold back or anything. Say what you really mean."

I clenched my jaw and stared at her, tears finally flowing. How could this be the same person I was in love with?

"I shouldn't have expected any different when it came to your partners," I finished with a hurt voice.

Her eyes narrowed as my words settled in. "Fuck you."

"Well, you won't be, will you? You're too busy fucking Abby!"

"You're not even giving me chance to explain!" she shouted with irritation.

"Explain what?! How you kept this from me? How you had all day to explain and you just didn't?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "You know, sometimes you can be such a..." I searched for the right word before my frustration landed on only one. "Such a bitch."

She pressed her trembling lips together as she glowered at me through teary eyes. It stung, knowing I was the reason she was upset. But she cheated on me. I had every right to be.

"Fuck off," she said harshly, before turning to grab her phone and jacket.

Slipping on her shoes, she stuck a middle finger in the air before leaving my house. I glared at the space where she was stood, heart pounding in my ears and chest tightening with discomfort. She deserved it. She did exactly what Alex did.

But this hurt so much more.

—

I woke up late the next morning since I didn't have work and I was too devastated to do anything but stay in bed. Last night was difficult, just like the night before, and when I finally found myself falling asleep, all I dreamt of was Leigh.

Even though I didn't want to, I felt a guilt thrumming in my chest when my words came back to mind. I shouldn't have reacted so badly... and I definitely shouldn't have called her a bitch. My anger just took over, pushing away my love for her, and attacked her without question. But God, it still hurt. Just thinking about her with someone else reminded me of Alex and the voice message and–

Staying in bed sounded like the best option. But of course, the world had other plans.

My phone dinged, signalling I had a text, and I reluctantly reached over to my bedside table to pull it off charge. Through sleep-filled eyes, I tried to make out the name on the screen.

           Leigh ♥️

Suddenly awake, I swiped to open the message and felt my heart drop as I read it.

          Leigh ♥️: Fuck you.

Attached was a video, and as much as I wanted to get pissed at her text, I was curious to know what she'd sent. Playing it, I soon realised it was CCTV footage from her workplace, outside the toilets. At first, I squeezed my phone, thinking she'd sent it to rub it in my face. But then as I continued to watch, I saw the moments I missed last night.

Leigh walked out the toilet and Abby pulled her to the side, attempting to talk to her about something. There was no sound to the clip, but it was clear that Leigh was trying to back away and go elsewhere. They talked, Leigh using that smile she used when she was trying to be polite, before Abby suddenly pushed herself on her, kissing her. I pulled a face at the sight, reliving it all over again, but then Leigh shoved her away with anger.

Again, there was no sound, but I recognised that familiar Leigh wrath she subjected people to when they pissed her off. Hands were waving around as she seemed to be shouting in Abby's face, her face set into a permanent scowl as she did. Then she turned and stormed away, and the video ended.

Lowering my phone, I stared at the ceiling with a lump in my throat. She hadn't cheated, I'd just walked in on the wrong moment. Every horrible thing I'd said to her... completely uncalled for. No wonder she was angry and upset when I'd accused her – she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Fuck!" I shouted to nothing, before throwing my phone to the end of the bed with annoyance.

How the hell was I to make this right?

—

I spent the remainder of the morning trying to think of what I could do. Leigh wouldn't want to speak to me, understandably, but I had to try. It would be a terrible apology, but I couldn't just leave it. I loved her and I could only hope she'd still love me, even after every nasty thing I spat her way.

Knowing she'd be at work, I gave her boss and best friend, Drew, a call. Hopefully she hadn't told him everything I'd done otherwise he was definitely going to ignore me.

After a few rings, he finally answered and I couldn't stop my fingers from drumming against my thigh nervously.

"Y/N, thank God you rang! I was just about to call you," he said before I could build up the courage to speak.

I furrowed my brows. "You were?"

"You should come pick up your girlfriend," he said, and I figured he didn't know. "I don't know what her problem is and, don't get me wrong, I love Leigh, but I can't condone violence at the workplace."

My eyes widened so much I was surprised they didn't fall out my head. "What?!"

With a mixture of amazement and disappointment, he answered, "She punched a colleague of hers, Abby, in the face. It was so out of the blue – a solid punch to the jaw. Broke her knuckles, I think."

Jaw dropping, I forgot how to speak.

"She's at the hospital," he continued. "Thankfully, Abby isn't pressing charges – no idea why not, not that I want Leigh to get arrested obviously – but damn, there's a lot of paperwork to do and–"

"Drew!" I cut him off, worrying myself with thoughts of Leigh at the hospital by herself. "Text me the address. I'm on my way."

The drive to the hospital was agonisingly long, but I reached it quite quickly. I did attempt to call Leigh, unable to stop myself from checking if she was okay, but she didn't answer. This did nothing to ease my concern.

After making my way through the hospital, I finally arrived at Leigh's room. I let myself in, seeing her sat on a hospital bed with an ice pack covering her hand, balanced on a table. At the sight of me, she rolled her eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?" she muttered lowly, refusing to meet my gaze.

I stepped inside hesitantly, my guilt returning as I remembered everything I accused her off. "Drew told me what happened."

She clenched her jaw. "Well, I'm not a baby. I'm fine on my own."

Ignoring her rightful annoyance, I sighed quietly. "Really, Leigh? You punched her?"

As if realising how silly it sounded when I said it aloud, she looked the other way and stayed quiet. Her jaw was still clenched as she contained her anger.

"What's the damage?" I asked, hoping my concern wouldn't piss her off. As always, I was wrong.

"None of your damn business," she snapped, still not looking my way.

I frowned, approaching her bedside, but she still refused to look my way. "Leigh, I want to apologise, I do, but I need to make sure you're okay first."

She rolled her eyes before finally looking to me and glaring powerfully. If I hadn't experienced being in a fight with Leigh before, I would have definitely tucked tail and ran. But I'd known her long enough to know that the mask of anger she wore right now was only a cover for the hurt she felt. The hurt I'd caused her. 

"You don't need to do anything," she retorted, before nodding to the door. "You can go."

My heart pounded with guilt. "Leigh, please.”

"Sorry, I don't mean to be a bitch or anything," she cut me off bitterly, before looking away and frowning to herself.

The words I'd said to her in a moment of fury returned to mind and I'd never hated myself more than in that moment.

"You know, since Matt died, almost everyone I know called me a bitch," she revealed quietly, voice filled with pain rather than hostility. "Even my family. Especially my family. But you... you never called it me, Y/N. Not once. Not even when I deserved it."

The silence that followed her words was deafening. Why the hell did I have to call her that? Why?

Before I could even think of how to respond, the door to her room opened and in walked a doctor, holding what looked like print-outs of x-ray scans.

"Oh," he said with mild confusion as he spotted me by Leigh's bedside. "I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Leigh's doctor. Doctor Syed. And you are?"

"Her girlfriend," I replied, just as she also replied, "My ex."

I gave her a stern look, accepting if she wanted to break up, but definitely not leaving her here alone.

"I'd like to stay if that's okay," I told Doctor Syed, sensing his confusion as he looked between Leigh and I, attempting to make out whatever was happening.

To my surprise, Leigh didn't argue, even when the doctor looked her way to see if she had a problem. She simply rolled her eyes, scoffed quietly, and said nothing.

Taking this as a response, Doctor Syed proceeded to explain about Leigh's injury, particularly the broken bones in her knuckle. Apparently she'd punched Abby with so much force that she'd literally broken the bone with a crack. The x-ray proved just that and gave the doctor a perfect sight of where he could fix it, thankfully, without surgery.

I waited with an unusually quiet Leigh as he put a splint and cast on her hand there and then. He then spoke about recovery times and how she was to look after herself. After writing up a prescription for pain meds and handing it to her, he quirked a brow questioningly.

"Is that all okay, Miss Shaw?" he asked.

Leigh was too busy brooding to listen, so I smiled at the doctor instead.

"I'll make sure she does that," I answered for her. "Thank you, doctor."

He nodded and returned the smile before wishing us luck and leaving. I looked to Leigh, who was quick to get up and grab her jacket, being careful with her hand. The two of us said nothing as we left the room and hospital, making our way out onto the street. Before I could ask how she was getting home, she began to walk away from me.

I groaned inwardly before following after her, stopping her from going any further. She glared across from me.

"What?" she said through gritted teeth.

"I can give you a ride home," I offered. "I parked down the street."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm fine walking."

I gave her a knowing look. "Leigh, you just broke your hand."

Realising my point, she sighed. "Fine. I'll call literally anyone but you for a ride."

Okay, I deserved that, but it still stung.

"Fine," I said, before waiting with her as she made the call.

She took a seat on the bench to the side of the road, waiting for a taxi, and I joined her, making her scoff.

"Just to make sure you get home safe," I said, when she gave me an incredulous look.

"Whatever," she mumbled, before watching the road for her taxi.

When it finally arrived, she didn't even spare me a glance before getting in and leaving. I sighed with regret, glad she was okay but realising I still hadn't had the chance to apologise to her. I was still yet to make this right.

—

It was the next day when I'd deemed it enough time to have given her space whilst also deciding I had to tell her how sorry I was before it was too late.

Building the courage to approach her front door was one thing, but knocking was another. I'm pretty sure I stared at the wood for ages before actually lifting my hand to knock. And even then, my heart was still pounding nervously in my chest.

After a moment, the door opened and revealed Leigh. But as soon as she recognised me, she made a move to close it.

"Leigh, please, wait–!" I tried, and put my foot in the doorway so she couldn't close it.

"I have nothing to say to you!" she exclaimed with irritation, glaring at me when she noticed my foot in the way. "Move it, Y/N."

"You don't have to say anything," I said with a frown and apologetic eyes. "Just hear me out. Please."

She pressed her lips together firmly, disguising her hurt with frustration. But when her eyes met mine, the pain was there and I felt guilty all over again, knowing I'd made her out to be the worst.

"I never should have said what I did," I started quickly, not wanting to lose my chance. "And I definitely shouldn't have called you a–" I winced, hating the word more than ever. "A bitch. I know you get angry when you're upset and that should've been my first indicator to knowing something wasn't right. I should've heard you out."

"But you didn't," she cut me off with a terrifyingly calm voice. "You jumped to conclusions instead. When I've never given you any reason to doubt me."

I licked my lips and looked down shamefully. She was right. "I know."

"Do you?" she asked rhetorically, a hint of resentment in her voice. "Because you jumped on me so fast that I didn't even see it coming."

Risking looking up, I saw the defensive stance she took, arms crossed judgementally and jaw tensed with annoyance.

"For the record," she added, expression softening a little, "I didn't tell you about the kiss because it meant nothing and I didn't want to upset you for no reason."

I swallowed the rising lump in my throat, the guilt thickening and squeezing the life out of me.

"I can't believe you'd think I would do something like that to you," she admitted with a heartbreaking voice, uncrossing her arms. "I love you, Y/N. I'd never hurt you like that. Never."

Squeezing my eyes shut, I pinched the bridge of my nose, memories of Alex flooding to the surface. "I know, Leigh, I know. I do."

She sighed before me. "Then why?"

Releasing my nose, I opened my eyes and was surprised at the blurriness, tears having formed. I was losing the woman I love because of my stupidity and I couldn't. I couldn't lose her. She deserved to know the truth, no matter how much it hurt.

"Do you remember my last girlfriend?" I asked reluctantly, before clearing my throat. "Alex?"

Her brows creased together with confusion. "Yes. What about her?"

Letting out an embarrassed sigh, I avoided Leigh's gaze. "We broke up because she cheated on me. With... with someone from work."

When Leigh didn't say anything, I looked up and saw her shocked expression.

"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You said it was a mutual breakup."

I pinched the skin inside my palm to feel something other than hurt and awkwardness. "I– it was easier to say that than admit the truth because the truth was– is embarrassing." Unable to hold her gaze for much longer, I focused on the door next to her. "You were going through a lot at the time, Leigh. The last thing you needed was to deal with my bullshit, too."

She frowned, trying to meet my eyes, but I was too ashamed to look her way. "You should've told me, Y/N."

I shook my head slowly. "I shouldn't have. Just like I shouldn't have assumed you'd be like her. I just– I got horribly insecure and I know that you're not her. You're nothing like her. And I shouldn't have treated you like the villain."

"No...," she began, still adjusting to my words. "No, that makes so much sense." Her good hand rested on my cheek as she forced me to look her way. "I'm so sorry that happened."

I pulled back, her hand dropping to her side, and wiped away a stray tear. I'd never meant to earn her pity – I'd done something wrong. This wasn't me earning sympathy, I just wanted her to know the truth.

"I don't want you to apologise," I told her. "I just want you to understand that I'm sorry. So sorry, Leigh. I hate that I– I ruined something good, something amazing. I never meant for this to happen," I motioned to her hand, "and I don't want you to think of me like– like– like this. Like–"

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me close. "I don't. I really don't."

I closed my eyes and stuffed my head into her neck, holding her tightly. She stroked the back of my hair soothingly and pressed a kiss to the side of my head.

"I forgive you," she murmured, and just like that, relief spread through me. "I'm so sorry about what happened to you. I promise I'd never to that to you. Never in a million years."

I pulled apart, wiping my tears away sheepishly whilst nodding. "I know you wouldn't, Leigh. I'm sorry for even thinking that you would."

She cupped my cheek, using her thumb to swipe away a tear. Green eyes met mine, sparkling with unshed tears that made me feel guilty because I'd never wanted to make her cry.

"I know you are," she said gently, before offering me a small smile. "Come inside, yeah? You can make it up to me by watching movies with me."

I let out a small laugh and she smiled, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my lips before holding out her hand. I rested mine in hers and let her lead me inside, hand tingling where her skin touched mine.

Leigh Shaw was anything but a bitch. She was the most caring, considerate person I'd ever met, and when she flashed me a reassuring smile as we headed to the couch, I knew one thing.

I was lucky to have her.

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