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Hazbin Hotel:

Human!Alastor x Housewife!Reader

~Understanding Asexuality~

Warnings‼️- Established relationship, angst to fluff, mentions of pregnancy, fem!reader, maybe OOC Alastor??, mentions of cannibalism but only for like one sentence.

Setting is Alastor’s time period, 1900-1930s.

A/N: I hope I did Alastor’s character justice! He might be slightly out of character?? I can’t imagine him actually getting in a relationship, I mean man is literally a serial killer- so I tried- ENJOY

~I would also like to say, I am not asexual or aromatic myself. This is just my take on Alastor’s sexuality/how he handles it. If I made any mistakes, please correct me but I tried to be as respectful as possible. I tried to do some research on the history of asexuality during the time period, but remember I am not perfect and this is a FAKE scenario with a FICTIONAL character.~

You like to think you know your husband like the back of your hand.

The two of you got married young, falling hard for the young radio host was easy. Many other maidens had, their affections for Alastor painfully obvious. All the while Alastor had no plans on perusing any of the women who fancied him. He was love blind, not really understanding the amount of people attracted to him, or why they were.

What wasn’t to like? He was an attractive young man, charming, and a true gentleman. But the idea of settling down, having to commit himself to one individual the rest of his life, didn’t appeal to him.

Especially with how tainted his brain was with his little hobbies.

He never got the special feeling everyone spoke about. Butterflies, increased heart palpitations, sweaty palms. The mere thought of it was enough to have his face contorting in mild disgust.

That opinion didn’t change when he met you. There was no ‘love at first sight’ feeling for him. You were polite and put together and that was something Alastor could appreciate. He didn’t quite understand your advances towards him. Seeing your interest towards him as friendly banter, while you saw his reactions to it as rejection.

You accepted his dismissal of your feelings, knowing you had given it your best shot. It didn’t stop Alastor from adoring your company. Whether it be on the dance floor or attending the diner you worked at. You were an incredible friend to him, nothing more.

Safe to say, Alastor didn’t suddenly catch feelings for you. There was no sudden change in his feelings.

But there were whispers

Unwanted Attention being brought on Alastor.

Gossip was high. Many mouths questioning Alastor’s true intent with you. Why was he always along side such a pretty thing without courting her? Were the two of you involved in secret affairs?

The theories grew, and while Alastor loved the attention being a radio host brought him, gossip was bad if he needed to keep his personal life under wraps. Besides, what kind of gentleman would he be if he let others tarnish your good name? Getting with you was more of an effort to fit into norms rather than it being for ‘true love’.

Slowly he showed signs of affection towards you. Holding your hand in public, taking you on more proper dates, even kissing your cheek once or twice when he saw hushed whispers from nearby crowds. The affection was sudden, but not unwelcome to you. Your feelings had never truly gone away for the radio host, and you pinned his original rejections on him being shy.

It wasn’t long after his advances he asked your official partnership. To be frank, you were easy and Alastor needed a cover. His true intentions were cruel, but you were blindsided by your longtime crush and friend being interested in you.

But you weren’t completely naïve.

While yes, you loved Alastor with all your heart, you knew in the back of your mind he had ulterior motivations. Every chaste kiss, every hand hold, every hug, felt rushed and nervous. Your whole relationship with Alastor felt fast paced, as only a few months after having the gall to ask you out, he was asking you to marry him.

It felt forced.

The feeling you tried to ignore, hoping it was just your insecurities causing the sinking feeling in your gut. You of course said yes to Alastor’s proposal. Knowing deep down you loved him and should not question if he did so in return.

Before you knew it, you were dressed in white in front friends and family, listening to wedding bells chime gleefully.

You could recall joyous laughter and dancing, talking about your soon future with the radio host whose last name you had now shared. Sharing drinks with friends to celebrate you ‘winning’ over Alastor. It all moved so fast yet you were happy with the results.

Alastor couldn’t have agreed more considering the chatter about the two of you had died down ever since his proposal. (Besides a few heartbroken maidens who heard the handsome host was officially off the market) Less eyes were on him which was good for the estranged hobbies he would indulge in.

You and Alastor moved in together and it felt like smooth sailing.

Until the next thing people expected from the two of you. That of course being children.

Alastor and you would constantly hear all about the subject from your mother, who was desperate to have some grandkids running around. At the mention of children you felt flustered and embarrassed, considering you and Alastor had yet to be intimate with one another.

It was through the subject, however, that sinking feeling returned. As your mother rambled on about grandchildren, you occasionally piped in with your own opinion. When your husband realized having children was something you actually wanted, you caught him grimacing at the idea.

The look he gave made your heart feel heavy in your chest. The sinking only worsened when he begrudgingly agreed with your mother, saying how the two of you would provide her with grandchildren with time.

Forced.

You felt guilty. You knew Alastor was lying with his words. It wasn’t like you hadn’t tried to seduce your husband before. It was actually something you expected to happen and for the radio host to initiate.

Alastor would be lying if he said he didn’t start to feel genuine fondness towards you. You knew him well, better than any other friend he had.

You knew his schedule, his habits, his preferences. It scared him how much you could read his mind like a book. All the reason more to keep you sheltered away from how cruel of a man he truly was.

You were simply too good for him. Too innocent.

But when it came to intimacy, the radio host showed absolutely no interest. Coming up with one excuse after another to not be intimate with you. His rejection left you feeling unwanted and almost abandoned. Your own husband didn’t seem to enjoy your affections and it hurt your heart. You started to question if you were the cause of his discomfort. Was he just not attracted to you? Were you being too pushy?

Your mind even wandered to the late nights Alastor would stay out. Was he seeing someone else, perhaps? He could have anyone he wanted really, despite your marriage, there were many women who would still flirt with him. Had one caught his eye that he favored over you?

Anxiety and insecurity riddled your body for a long time before you started to search for possible answers. After work, you would head to a library of the outskirts of town. You didn’t want anyone you knew possibly catching you wildly scanning through books for possible answers.

The library didn’t provide much comfort. You found unsatisfactory answers, many of which ended in advice on how to ‘properly seduce a man’.

You didn’t want to force your husband to be intimate with you. Making desperate attempts that would ultimately be denied as they had been in the past.

You dug a little deeper, with a lot of the same results. You were just at your wits end with all the repetitive failure to find anything that felt right. However, one article caught your eye. A book that had dusted over from the lack of acknowledgment. Out of luck you reached for it, hoping to find any answers. Reading through the contents, it opened a whole new world of terminology and knowledge about a community you didn’t know existed.

You found comfort knowing there were possibly other people like your husband. That his rejections could possibly be the cause of something else other than you. You decided to take the article home with you, along with a few others, to read into it more at home.

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Through your research, you had started to understand your husband’s behavior more and more. You wouldn’t truly know the answers unless you had simply asked him, but at the same time, it felt better to consider this an option than to believe something was wrong with your marriage.

There were other people who exhibited traits your husband showed when it came to intimacy. Those who didn’t enjoy such pleasures or desires. It was a spectrum, one that you had never heard of. But it all made sense the more you read into different people’s experiences.

Some people’s stories you read stated how intimacy rarely crossed their mind. Before, you had only heard stories of friends being hyper sexual, with high sex drive that would oftentimes cause high gossip. It made sense that there were bound to be people at the other end of the stick, who felt the opposite. Of course they could acknowledge it was a thing. However the need/want to experience such things would rarely and sometimes never spark. It didn’t make these people strange or less human, it was simply how they felt.

You hear the door swing open, interrupting your thoughts. You swear to yourself silently, hurrying to close the books and articles you were reading up on. You shove the disorganized papers into the large book, then shove it underneath the table, out of view. You stand, brushing off your dress, and quickly go over to the stove.

“Hi honey! You’re home early.” You shout across the house to your husband. You grab your apron, messily tying the back of it.

“Oh I finished up early today, thought you would enjoy the surprise.” Alastor’s voice responds, his footsteps approaching the kitchen.

Grabbing a pot, you fill it with water as Alastor enters the room. He approaches you, putting a finger under your chin and bringing you closer. He gives your cheek a small peck, his fingers barely grazing your hip.

Forced.

You smile towards your lover, setting the full pot over the unlit stovetop. Adrenaline runs through your veins as you watch Alastor go and sit at the table. You clear your throat, avoiding looking at your husband. You open up the cabinets, looking around for ingredients to start on supper.

“How was your day, love?” You ask, trying to be as casual as you could. Alastor caught on to your anxiety, but decided to ignore it. He hummed, adjusting his glasses on his face.

“As normal as any other, dear. There was actually quite the crazy story, today about-..” Alastor went on about his radio show and the topics he had covered. You nod occasionally to show you could hear him, but his words didn’t really process in your head. You couldn’t focus with you heart drumming in your ears. Pulling out random ingredients from the cabinets, trying to think of anything to make for dinner, Alastor continues to speak. His voice a source of comfort despite him unknowingly being the cause of your anxious behavior.

“..they apparently continued their actions anyway! Don’t these men have any class? I swear to you the nerve of… some.. folk..” You tuned back into Alastor’s rambling just as he hear him start to trail off. You hear his seat pull back, making a creaking noise as he leans back and looks under the table. Feeling his gaze on you for a moment, you don’t dare to look back at your husband. He had seen what you tried to poorly hide.

Alastor leans down, grabbing the book with articles sticking out of the side. He hums, opening the book a skimming over the contents of what he found.

“Darling, what’s all this?” He asks, eyebrows furrowing as he read through the article. Tensing at his tone, you avoid looking towards him and keep quiet. Your mind racing almost as fast as your heart. Your voice was caught in your throat, trying to come up with an excuse. Any excuse.

It takes a moment to gain your composure. Eventually you speak, after clearing your throat in an attempt to get rid of the lump stuck there.

“I was just.. doing some reading.. on uhm..” Gosh, this was embarrassing to admit. Your face flushes to pink as you continue, “I just had some concerns.. I suppose I was feeling a bit insecure about our relationship-..”

“Our relationship?” Alastor questions, staring daggers into your back. His tone showing signs of irritation and discomfort. You turn towards your husband. There was no hiding how you felt now. You couldn’t lie to him when he had the evidence in his hands.

“I.. suppose I was worried.. for my own selfish reasons. I got to wondering why you didn’t seem attracted.. to me.” Alastor glares slightly at your words, drumming his fingers against the table. He knew exactly what you meant with your words, his nose instinctively cringing up in mild disgust. He opens his mouth to speak again, but is cut off quickly by you.

“I know it’s something silly to be concerned about, it shouldn’t be a concern at all. I shouldn’t have questioned you. Dare I say it was wrong of me.” You quickly tried to explain to ease your husbands silent anger.

Alastor stayed quiet, teeth gritting as his all too fake smile cracked at the seems. He felt on edge. He couldn’t have you questioning him like this, opening him up and making him vulnerable. You made him question how well he was really hiding his true identity. You could tap in to what he was feeling and it irked him. He cleared his throat, interwining his fingers together to create a cradle for his chin to sit.

“I don’t see how your concerns are important, dear. Our relationship is fine without such activities. Do you not believe that to be true? I love you, do I not?” Alastor asked, a small smile plastered on his face.

Forced

“Do you?” You find yourself asking before you can process the question yourself. Alastor’s wide eyes make you replay your words. You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. What were you thinking??

Both you and your husband stay quiet for a period of time, staring at each other with wide eyes. Alastor breaks his gaze, looking towards the wallpaper design in the kitchen that suddenly interested him. Your voice catches in your throat. It felt like you couldn’t speak for what felt like forever. Heavy weight on your chest when you uttered the question you’d been keeping inside since you said your I do’s.

Taking a breath to regain yourself, you look towards the stove. Scattered abandoned ingredients of what dinner was supposed to be left there. You glance towards Alastor, voice barely a whisper as you speak to him.

“I understand..” Your muttered voice doesn’t reach him, causing him to look at you and turn his head. You see him in your peripheral vision, then repeat yourself;

“I understand if you don’t.. or if you don’t want to partake in any.. intimate actions with me..” You start, grabbing a potato that had been abandoned on the counter. You start to rinse it under the sink water.

“From what I’ve read, you’re not alone. There apparently are men and women alike who don’t share an interest for sexual acts and behaviors. You’re not the only one..”

“I’m not accusing you of anything.. I’m not trying.. to make you feel bad. I just wanted to understand.. and I do. Please let me.”

Alastor stares at you while you speak. His silence feels like rejection. The same rejection you felt when you had first met him, but this was worse. Your heart ached, your chest felt tight, and your eyes felt like they were drowning in welled up tears.

You loved Alastor.

But never would you force him to return it.

You hear your husband stand from his place at the table, slow steps walking towards you. You feel his presence behind you. You silently prepare yourself for an onslaught of ‘how dare you’s and ‘who do you think you are’s.

Instead you feel warm hands hook underneath your arms, pulling you back towards Alastor’s body. Your body tenses, as you drop the vegetable you were once washing into the sink. Alastor leaned forward, resting his nose in the crook of your neck. Leaning down and hugging you tight.

Flood gates open as soft tears spill down your flushed cheeks. You gently hold onto Alastor’s arm with one hand, trying to stay perfectly still as if your husband were a stray animal. As if you move, he’d flinch away.

Alastor pulls away from your neck, looking at your face. His hand reaches up, standing straight, as he caresses one of your cheeks. He smears the tears across your cheek in an attempt to wipe them away, before leaning into you. Breath hitting yours before his lips meet yours.

Authentic

You’d never felt such a gentle and loving kiss from your husband. It felt so genuine and kind. You kiss back weakly, only hoping to make him feel the warm feeling he gave you.

Alastor never truly did understand his admiration for you. He never regretted marrying you. Of course you were always a good friend for him, one that he would work hard to keep safe. To keep you hidden away from who he was. Your happiness was always in the back of his mind as an essential. Sure he hated how you read him so easily, like it was second nature. But he hated it because if you knew the truth, you wouldn’t be safe.

He hated it because a part of him did love you.

Pulling away from the kiss, Alastor keeps you close to him, watching more soft tears fall down your face. He brings his other hand up, letting you face him while he grabs out a handkerchief from his pocket. Gently dabbing away the tears on your face, he looks at you with such soft eyes. Such genuine eyes.

“Thank you.” Is all he says. It wasn’t a satisfying answer. You wanted more than anything a long list of answers to all your worries.

But invisible weight lifts off your shoulders. Closing your eyes and letting out a breath that felt much deserved to let go. It was a solution, an answer no matter how much it truly did explain. You had made an effort to understand your husband, when most would force their ways through the barriers he set around himself. That was something Alastor could appreciate.

He never understood why you took the time in your life to be patient. Be understanding. How an angel like you ended up with the demon he was.

But he hoped you wouldn’t regret it just the way he never regretted you.

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“…and I told her, if she ever had a problem with him again, take it up with me! And just like that, her husband was on a platter! Such a shame, his body was almost as disgusting as his behavior!”

Alastor sipped his tea as he listened to Rosie ramble. He never broke his gaze away from her, hanging on to every word she had to say. He delicately set down his cup on the porcelain saucer. Everything about Rosie.. her charm, her personality, her humor.

It all lead back to the thought of you. Someone he admired and felt comfortable with.

“Are you alright, Al? You’re kinda gawking over there..” Rosie asked, practically seeing the gears turning in Alastor’s head. Alastor blinked out of his thoughts, watching Rosie give a smile at him and tilt her head.

“I’m fine, dear, it’s just..” Alastor glanced to the side, his signature smile softening into something genuine. “You remind me of someone.” He explained quietly.

The mention raised Rosie’s interest, ready for any gossip Alastor had to spill. She leaned in close, grinning ear to ear. “Ooo! Don’t be shy, who do I remind ya of?”

Alastor looked at Rosie and he could’ve sworn that in her midnight eyes, he could see yours. Staring back at him through his soul. How could he describe you? Someone who just knew him despite how hard he tried to hide. Someone who acknowledged him over and over again despite his own uncertainties.

“She was the dearest darling to ever grace the earth.” Alastor found himself muttering. Rosie melted at the compliment he not only gave you, but her as well. She saw genuine adoration in the radio demons eyes when he spoke of you.

While what you had with Alastor wasn’t entirely real, he wouldn’t have exchanged your marriage for anything. After all, when everyone else didn’t and refused to.

You understood.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #rosie and alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel rosie

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jadeysjasmine · 2 months

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The Dare - Aitana Bonmati x Reader

A/N: this is a repost. 1573 words

Tags: angst

Summary: You find out that your relationship started due to a dare.

You and aitana had been dating for a few weeks, it had been going amazing and you found yourself falling in love with the Spaniard.

You were caught off guard when she asked you on a date, fairly new to Barcelona and Spain in general you were fairly new to the Spanish culture and how affectionate they are so you played off all previous interaction with aitana, and all of your other Spanish teammates, as them just being friendly.

To say you were ecstatic was an understatement, you had a major crush on the Catalonian since before you joined Barcelona, she was not the only reason but a big reason as to why you made the switch from London to Barcelona.

That night you and aitana went to a lovely secluded restaurant on the outskirts of Barcelona, spending the night laughing and getting to know one another on a deeper level.

For the following few weeks it was amazing, you and aitana explored all over the city of Barcelona, trying different restaurants, going bowling and even the arcade.

She asked you to be her girlfriend during one of your weekly movie nights, she had barely finished the question before you, rather loudly, accepted and pulled her into a hug.

You two were getting closer by the day, sharing childhood stories, fears and your biggest dreams.

There was only one issue, the aitana when you were alone compared to the one around other people was completely different, like black and white.

Around you she was clingy, sweet, talkative and could not get enough of you.

However around your teammates she was the polar opposite, she hated touching you, would always be on the other side of the pitch, never partner with you for drills and anytime you two interacted it was short replies.

You chalked it up to her not being a big fan of PDA and you overthinking due to being mistreated in previous relationships, not like the team, or anyone for that matter, knew about your relationship.

It had been bugging you because it was not like you wanted you two to have sex in front of the team, you just wanted to be able to speak to your girlfriend.

You were currently in the locker room, packing your stuff to head home having just beaten Rosengard 7-0.

Saying bye to your teammates you start heading out to your car, putting your bags in the trunk before reaching for your phone to reply to a text when you couldn't feel it.

Realising you must have left it in the medic room when you were getting a minor cut from a tackle checked, heading back inside and grabbing your phone.

As you are about to walk past the locker room to leave you hear what sounds like ona loudly say "You need to tell her aitana, the joke has gone too far. Think about her feelings and how she will feel when she finds out."

This caught your attention, moving closer to the door but out of the way so if it was opened you were not caught for snooping.

It was your girlfriend who spoke next "I know but I am starting to really like her and I do not want this to ruin our relationship." her voice quiet, like she was trying not to be heard by anyone other than ona.

You were unsure what they were implying but you felt sick at the though of aitana being untruthful with you about your relationship, you hear ona scoff before wishing you never heard the next words out of her mouth.

"You either tell her that you only dated her due to a dare or I will." you hear shuffling before ona speaks up again, voice louder meaning she had moved closer to the door "If you truly like her like you claim to do then you will be honest with her.

You felt sick, completely blindsided by this new discovery.

Rushing out of the stadium and into your car, speeding home so you can breakdown in the comfort of your own home.

You're barely in your apartment when you fall to your knees, body shaking as you sob into your hands.

You had eventually stopped crying, looking at your phone you realise you had been there for 30 minutes. You noticed a text from aitana confirming she would be at your house for your movie night.

Panicking you texted back cancelling plans, making up an illness. You knew you had to confront her at some point but all you wanted to do tonight was curl up in bed and watch netflix or play games.

You're halfway through an episode of your favourite show when you hear a knock on your door, you weren't expecting anyone so you were confused as to who was at your door. Ignoring the knocking you opted to turn down the tv and hope the person thought no one was home and leave.

As luck would have it, the person did not leave and 2 louder knocks followed. Sighing you paused your show and made your way to the door, you looked through the peep hole you saw the person you were avidly avoiding, aitana.

She was holding a carrier bag, you quickly fixed your appearance, hoping she didn't figure out you had been crying.

Opening the door slightly, hoping to be able to convince her to go home, you spoke "Hey aitana, what are you doing here? did you get my text?"

She looked up, worry etched on her face and laced in her voice "Yes I got your text, are you ok amor? have you been crying?"

You wanted to roll your eyes, she's acting like she cares about you but you're unsure about anything anymore, especially anything concerning aitana.

Instead you put on your best fake smile, assure her you're fine and that you're just feeling under the weather and that she should go home so she doesn't catch anything.

She looks unconvinced but doesn't question you, telling you to rest, stay hydrated and she handed you the bag she brought which contained medication, snacks and her grandmothers homemade chicken soup recipe.

If you didn't know what you knew and her presence didn't make you feel nothing but anger then the sweet gesture would have probably made you cry but instead you thanked her, telling her to drive safe and said your goodbyes, trying to make her leave as soon as possible because you don't know how long you could keep up this facade.

The next day at training not only aitana, but the whole team knew something was up, you were training fine but you barely spoke to anyone and if you did you were giving one word answers, you weren't carrying on with the younger player and you weren't as bubbly as you usually are, the team just put it down to you still feeling a bit under the weather and alexia even offered to take you home but you just said you were fine and kept training.

You didn't mean to be blunt with everyone but you did not know who was included in the bet and you couldn't trust anyone.

Aitana surprisingly tried to approach you and start up a conversation, you found the whole situation ironic considering she would avoid you previously.

When training finished you skipped showering, instead choosing to do it at home and were packing your belongings away, still in a bad mood, when aitana cautiously approached you.

"Hola, do you maybe wanna go out tonight or if you are still feeling sick we can just have a movie night?" She asked nervously.

You scoffed, not meaning to get as angry as you did but it all stemmed from how hurt you were, bluntly but viciously replying "Why? Did someone dare you again?"

Her face fell, colour draining from her face as she starts stuttering an apology and questioning how you knew but the look on your face made her stop talking and awkwardly look down at her handing, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

The whole locker rooms eyes are on your, some shocked, some guilty, some confused.

The silence was almost deafening, no one dares to say a word, not with the angry look on your face. It was Mapi who eventually broke the silence "What does she mean carino? What bet?"

You turned away from aitana to look over at mapi, now noticing the eyes on you and feeling embarrassed by your outburst, your shoulders deflate as you mutter an apology for causing a scene.

You hadn't answer mapi's question and she opened her mouth as to re-ask what you meant when Ona spoke up "She means that there was a dare to make her fall for aitana."

Collective gasps before everyone turned from ona to look back and you and aitana, your face heating up with embarrassment as a new wave of humiliation hit you and you grabbed your stuff before making a quick exit.

As soon as you left you heard the locker room erupt into noise, the ones that had to idea about the dare were furious, berating the midfielder.

You made it to your car when your phone pinged, it was a text from your agent.

Chelsea are looking for a striker and want to bring you back home, Barcelona have accepted the bid as it is an unrefusable offer but ultimately it's up to you.

Your head is spinning, what will you do? Staying in Barcelona means seeing the girl who broke your heart but leaving will mean leaving aitana and as much as you hate her right now, you still loved her.

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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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the second seat * fem!driver

the question of who gets the second seat in the new season has been unaddressed for months

pairings: logan sargeant x femreader, oscar piastri x femdriver, liam lawson x femdriver, mick schumacher x femdriver

notes: guys omg i always thought liam n rocky being in the same time would mean marketing chaos and absolute borderline insane team antics,, if only i hadn't been too lazy to write nonlogan fics when it comes to vr LMFAOOO

(series masterlist) | (📂 the sophomore year)

"it has to be me, right?" mick grins, turning to the small girl as she dances around the living room with her cat in her arms. "you said you'd get me the second seat."

"doubt it, mate," oscar mutters, fingers slamming down on the buttons of his controller as their game of mario kart plays out on the tv screen. "don't trust a word she says. she's a serial liar."

"am not!" she shrieks, turning around to glare at oscar. "he's the serial liar!" she looks at mick. "i tried to get you the seat, mate, but apparently i don't have that much of a say after all."

logan shrugs, eyes stuck on the screen as he bites down on his lip. "i know who got the second seat."

"what? that's insane!" oscar scoffs, shoving logan quickly before returning his hands on his controller. "and you haven't told me? are you crazy?"

"it's not my fault i live with her! you know she can't keep a secret to save her life," logan snorts, rolling his eyes. "you're just gonna have to wait for andretti's statement like everybody else."

"that's stupid. we're already here," mick points out. he looks at the girl and scowls. "who is your teammate for the new season? no way you keep your mouth shut long enough for them to make the announcement in the next 10 minutes."

she shrugs, disappearing into the kitchen. "what can i say? i turned 21 and suddenly i'm a new person."

"she'll tell us before they can post about it. don't sweat it," oscar laughs, putting his controller down. he pumps his fist in the air as he beats logan at yet another mario kart race, giggling when logan punches his arm.

"well, my teammate should be here any second," she hums, walking back in with a pint of ice cream in her hands. she holds out the pint to the group. "ice cream?"

mick looks at the pint. "you have an ice cream problem, rocky."

"perhaps." she takes a seat next to mick on the couch as oscar takes the pint from her hands. "but they signed him before telling me about it. so i, too, was blindsided."

"sad."

"truly," she shakes her head as kidnapper finally releases his claws from her shirt, padding over to mick's lap. she takes the ice cream pint back in her hands. "but it's a pretty good catch. i think we'll be good together on the track."

the front door swings open. "i'm here!"

"your teammate's lily?"

"are you fucking stupid?" she kicks logan lightly, rolling her eyes as she throws her head back. "obviously it's not lily."

"oh, you haven't told them yet?" lily giggles, skipping over to where oscar is sitting on the ground. she presses a quick kiss to his cheek, making the other 3 people in the room groan as they throw their head backs.

"gross!"

"get a room!"

"trigger warning next time."

"wait. what does she mean by that? you mean my girlfriend knows and we don't?" oscar frowns, pointing at the redhead who has her arms strung around his shoulders. "what's with the secrecy?"

logan laughs. "yeah, i told her."

"unfair! that's blatant favouritism!" mick scoffs, throwing a pillow at logan. "why'd you tell her before us?"

"i had to tell someone. i knew lily would never speak if i told her not to tell anyone," logan grins, clearly proud of his decision. "what time is he getting here, rocky? can't believe he's late for lunch."

"ah, cut him some slack. he's just flown in from home," she giggles. "any moment now, actually."

"he'll arrive soon?"

she feels her phone buzz in her pocket. "check your instagram."

there's a moment of silence, the two clueless men fishing hurriedly for their phones to check their social media.

it's followed by loud gasps and bewildered screams. mick jumps up, startling the cat sitting peacefully on his lap. kidnapper quickly settles on her lap again. "you kept this a secret for this long – how, exactly?"

she shrugs just as oscar screams. "you're mentally unsound! you hid a secret this large from me?"

"that's right," the door swings open, slamming against their shoe rack as a familiar face walks by the entryway of their small apartment. he throws his arms up into the air and puckers his lips. "meet the fine lad who's managed to scam andretti into giving him the second seat to start in the new season."

oscar holds a hand on his chest. "lily, call an ambulance."

"good lord," mick slowly sits down, scratching his head. "you crazy son of a bitch. how did you manage to pull this off?"

she giggles, moving over to the other end of the couch to make space. he drops himself between mick and the younger driver, slinging his arms around their shoulders and resting his leg over the other. "that's right. it is i, liam lawson, driving for andretti this season."

"oh, we're gonna be insane this year, mate," she laughs, holding her hand out for a high-5. "i got you an ice cream pint to celebrate."

"oh, lit. what flavour did you get me?" liam hops up and runs over to the kitchen. "chocolate too?"

"mint."

liam's head pops out of the kitchen, an unimpressed stare boring holes at her. "you know i hate that."

"welcome to the team."

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itsclydebitches · 1 year

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I'm re-listening to TMA and I CANNOT get over the 180 Jon does in "Page Turner." We're four episodes in and the last three have been spent building up Jon as the cliched skeptic who takes a Rational™ approach to his supernatural job, thank you very much. Oh, you encountered a meat puppet trying to lure you into an alleyway? Sure you did, Mr. Drunk As a Skunk. My hometown is housing moaning coffins that dislike being used as coffee tables? Uh huh, says the self-identified drug addict. Oh, the woman who saw the Not!Them didn't have injuries severe enough to induce hallucinations? Alright, fine, but I'm sure there's some explanation for all this. I am Jonathan Stuffy Sims and I will NOT be cowed by a bunch of unverifiable superstitions.

So by now the listener is pretty used to this format. Creepy statement, skeptical Jon, just enough ambiguity to set up the eventual reveal that all this is true. We know how these stories go. Jon will get blindsided by the revelation in like... a season? Maybe two? Poor guy is gonna be so shocked, being a skeptic and all smh 😔

BUT THEN MAG4 slams in with the post-statement to end all post-statements. Jon comes out swinging and just fucking decks the listener with "If I never hear the name Jurgen Leitner again it will be too soon." Oh, you thought the ominous book collector would be news to him, something else to dismiss? SIKE. He already hates Leitner, all his homies hate Leitner, Leitner is an established Supernatural Threat and god dammit, I thought we'd already dealt with this back in 1994. What was Gertrude thinking? We need to stop the spread of evil ozone books immediately. I'm taking this up with Elias, I'm taking it to the TOP, because if we don't keep the clearly undead woman and her heat-averse son from spreading more fucked-up novels around we are all DOOMED. What's that? There was Sanskrit written on her flayed corpse? Oh, of course there was because organizing this archive wasn't ENOUGH of a challenge!!

And then in future statements Jon goes right back to, "The supernatural? I do not see it 😌"

All of which is WAY more fucked up and compelling than the traditional skeptic. Jon is a mess. Truly the most character of all time.

#TMA #The Magnus Archives #Page Turner

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malice-ov-mercy · 3 months

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Waking Up in Vegas

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Content Warnings: 18+!, implied sexual encounter, mentions of alcohol and gambling, friends to lovers

A/N: inspiration taken from this post from @madomens

Word Count: 2k

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“I feel like three years of my life has been wasted. What if I never find the one, Noah?” You pouted, sitting in the edge of the plush hotel room bed.

Noah sat beside you, pulling you close to him and tucking you under his arm. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of your head. It hurt him to see you so heartbroken and not yourself.

The breakup blindsided you both. Your—now ex— partner abruptly ended things a week before your four year anniversary. They offered no explanation and then just disappeared off the face of the earth.

“You haven’t wasted anything, (Y/N).” He hooked his thumb under your chin and turned your head so you were looking at him. “It’s their loss, not yours.”

Water welled in your eyes. Noah frowned. Gently, he cupped your face and wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“Hey, no crying. You’re too pretty to be crying over some loser.”

The sound of your small chuckle made his heart flutter. He smiled softly. You offered a weak smile of your own. How your ex so easily bared to drop you baffled him. Clouds surrounded you, but to Noah, you were still the living embodiment of warm sunshine.

“Thank you, boba.”

Noah scrunched his face, making you laugh louder. He always acted like he hated the nickname, but you knew he adored it, simply because it came from you.

He kissed your forehead then stood, holding his hand out for you.

“C’mon. Vegas awaits. We’re gonna make you forget all about the last three years.”

Come 2:00 AM, you and Noah were lost to the chaos of Las Vegas. At this point, you were sure your blood was mostly alcohol. You won big at a few casinos, but ultimately ended your night breaking even. The world spun more than you remembered. Standing up right was hard and walking wasn’t much easier.

Noah stumbled along close behind you, his hand safely on your lower back. You spotted a bench and your feet started screaming at you. You made a beeline for it, leaving Noah behind and to chase after you.

A heavy groan loud enough to wake the dead left your body as you collapsed onto the bench. Sharp stinging pain shot through your feet. Your hotel wasn’t far, but if you walked one more second, you would crumble.

“Oh my god,” you said out of breath. “You may have to carry me back to the hotel, Noah. I can’t walk any further.”

He scoffed and joined you. “If I wasn’t so fucked up, I would. I’d absolutely drop you the second I tried.”

You giggled. “I guess we’re just stuck here then.”

Noah hummed in response. He draped an arm across the back of the bench. You leaned into his side and closed your eyes. The harsh brightness and flashing of signs started to hurt your head. Noah dropped his arm and softly ran his fingers over the white fabric of your suit jacket. His cologne swirled around in your nose.

Briefly, you dozed off in the warming comfort of Noah’s embrace. For as long as you’ve known him, Noah provided a safety you never experienced. He always went out of his way to make you feel cared for and loved. Every special occasion or hard time, he was there. The world truly blessed you with the greatest and best friend anyone could ever ask for.

You opened your eyes, squinting and blinking to readjust to the Vegas cityscape. The hustle and bustle of the night invaded your fuzzy thoughts. A plethora of signs littered the space above sidewalks and building walls. Clubs, bars, sex shops, restaurants, and so much more.

Out of the corner of your eye, a bright pink heart neon sign caught your attention. You squinted at it. Not far from it was a small structure that poorly resembled a chapel. A sinking filling filled your chest. Three years of memories rushed back to the forefront of your brain. Thoughts of what could have been consumed you.

“You okay?” Noah’s gentle voice cut through the heartbreak in your head.

You looked up at him. His brows were furrowed. The obnoxious heart shaped sign reflected in his eyes back at you.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Of course, anything.”

You tore your gaze away, suddenly finding yourself unable to look at him. Your eyes wandered back to the chapel.

“If neither of us are married or in a committed relationship by the time we’re like forty, can we just marry each other?”

Noah shifted and drew your attention. He blinked at you, clear confusion on his face.

“I don’t wanna end up alone, Noah.” Your voice cracked.

“(Y/N)…” Noah cupped your face. “You won’t be alone. You’ve got me. Always.”

You smiled half heartedly. “I appreciate that, but I’m serious.” You placed your hands over his. “Promise me.”

Noah studied you. His hesitation scared you. It was a big request and one you probably should not have made while severely intoxicated, but you definitely wouldn’t have the courage to ask him sober.

“You’re seriously asking me to marry you?” Noah spoke, his tone sounding incredulous.

You nodded.

He mimicked a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing repeatedly.

Nausea bubbled in your gut, either from alcohol or anxiety as you waited for an answer.

A few more seconds of awkward silence passed before Noah’s lips curved into a tiny smirk. He chuckled lightly and extended a pinky finger. You hooked yours around his.

“I hope for your sake you’re happily with someone by then. I’d make a terrible husband.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder. “Are you kidding me?! You came with me on an anniversary celebration because my ex dumped me last minute and it was too late to refund. You are absolutely husband material.”

Maybe it was all the colorful lights, but you swore you saw Noah blush. With a nervous cough, he stood up. His eyes really were perfect little boba in the night light.

“We should probably head back to our hotel.” He held out his hand. “It’s so late and I’m exhausted.”

You grabbed his hand and hoisted yourself up. The sudden shift made your head spin. A wave of intense dizziness washed over and you nearly knocked Noah down. He was quick to catch you.

“Can we go to one more place first?”

“(Y/N)…”

“Please, boba?”

With a defeated sigh, Noah interlocked your fingers.

“Fine. But you're paying for the ride back.”

Dragging a reluctant Noah behind you, you start towards the chapel. Curiosity was killing you. You wanted to see what it looked like inside and desperately wanted a picture of the neon sign.

Sun beamed through the floor to ceiling window. It was millions of miles away, but it settled right over your eyes. You grumbled, feeling the throb of a hangover poke at your brain. You reached up to shield your eyes from the sun’s dreaded light, but your hand smacked something warm and soft. It made a displeased noise, then you felt your body being pulled closer.

You realized you were caught in someone’s embrace. Panic prompted your eyes to fly open. Noah’s sleeping face greeted you and you relaxed. It wasn’t entirely unusual to be cuddled together, but you were pressed flush against his bare chest, not an inch of space between your bodies. You could feel the steady, strong rhythm of his heart.

“It’s not polite to stare, (Y/N),” Noah rasped, voice heavy and thick with sleep.

He opened one of his eyes and peeked at you, a lazy smile on his face.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You kind of smack me in the face.” Noah chuckled, pulling you even closer in his embrace.

His chin rested on top of your head. He drew gentle circles on your bare back, the tender caress softly tugging at the lingering sleepiness. You threw one of your legs over his and nuzzled into his chest, sighing contently and enjoying the warmth of his soft skin. The realization you were both naked dawned on you suddenly.

“Noah?”

“Hm?”

“What did we do last night?” You asked.

You pulled away enough to look at him, noticing a small, barely visible mark on his jaw. Noah met your stare. His eyes then went to your neck and chest.

“Well,” he spoke, bringing his left hand to your neck and trailing a finger down to your chest, “judging by the marks and the lack of clothing, I’d say we fucked.”

A blush spread over your face at the bluntness of his words. He hooked his index finger under your chin. Dark, mischievous eyes stared back at you.

Noah ran his thumbs over your bottom lip. “Would you like a refresher?”

Embarrassed and flustered, you tried to wriggle from him. He laughed lightly but didn’t let you stray too far. You furrowed your brows, trying to display fake annoyance. Your expression softened as he intertwined your fingers. Noah gazed lovingly at you. Warmth filled your heart and spread through you. You smiled softly at him. He mirrored the gesture.

Your eyes fell to your hands. There were rings on your fingers that weren’t there last night— Noah’s a simple black band and yours a simple silver band that had started to turn your finger green. You racked your brain trying to remember where you could have possibly gotten jewelry, but drew a blank. Noah followed your gaze, equally perplexed.

Details of the night were hazy and far away. There was lots of drinking, that much you knew. The pounding in your head reminds you of that. You remembered your luck running fry at tables and slot machines. After that, the picture in your head was scrambled and jumbled. Some pieces had pink in them, another had a paper with yours and Noah’s signatures—but your name looked different. Your last name wasn’t there. It was—

“OH MY GOD!”

You sat up and put significant distance between you and Noah, startling him with the sudden shift and volume of your shout. You glanced back at Noah, sheer panic on your face and concerned confusion on his.

“WE GOT FUCKING MARRIED.”

The picture finally came together in your head. The pink of the neon sign, the marriage certificate, Noah convincing you to get cheap rings as “place holders” until he could ”give you a proper ring”, pouncing on each other the moment the hotel room door closed.

Your head spun from the memories.

“Forty came quicker than I expected.” Noah joked.

You gave him an exasperated sigh and cradled your head in your hands. Sheets ruffled behind you and the spot beside you dipped. Noah wrapped an arm around you and nestled you into his side.

“Okay, not the time for jokes. Sorry.” He pecked the top of your head. “If you want, we can look into getting an annulment.”

“If I want?” You looked at Noah. “What about you?”

He shrugged. “I don’t hate the idea of being your husband.”

His statement rendered you speechless. You looked at the ring on your finger. Honestly, there was no reason you could think of that against being married to him. Every future you ever envisioned always featured Noah in some way, either by your side at the altar or across from you.

You looked back at the soft boba eyes watching you. You cupped Noah’s jaw and pulled him into a tender kiss, not caring an ounce about his or your morning breath. Butterflies took flight in your stomach and made a home in your heart. You smiled into the kiss, and so did Noah, followed by sets of giddy giggles.

“I don’t know about you, tea, but I’m starving. How ‘bout some food?”

Noah gazed at you. You looked at him confused.

“‘Tea’?”

“Yeah,” he said matter of factly, like the randomness of the word was obvious. “What’s boba without its tea?”

You outwardly cringed. “You are not calling me ‘tea’.”

“Puddin’?”

“Better.”

“Spouse?

“Perfect.”

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian fanfic #noah sebastian fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fanfic #bad omens fic

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coralinnii · 2 years

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Hello, may I please ask for part 2 for Malleus in that isekaid villainess au? Heacanons please

"If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice"

feat: Malleus

genre: hurt/comfort?, romance

note: sequel to “being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy”, roughly 1.5k word count

I hear you simps. I had an idea for an interaction with the heroine but the post got kinda long so I stopped here.

The past few weeks felt like a roller-coaster. You were pushed, pulled, and blindsided by the amount of things that were happening simultaneously.

Firstly, you had to deal with the sudden proposal your family received for you, literally on the day you just had your previous engagement annulled.

Secondly, your family had to deal with the accusations of treason from multiple families, which suspiciously included the families of the capture targets.

Thirdly but probably the most concerning, your precious pen-pal and the man who sent the proposal was the Dragon King and hidden capture target of the game you were reincarnated into, Malleus Draconia. And he keeps appearing by your house to receive the answer you refuse to give yet.

“Are you upset that I am the Dragon King, dear human? Do you hate me?”

Screw him and his sulking figure right now. How does a Dragon King be so good at pouting?

After everything that has happened, you wanted nothing to do with the main protagonist and her harem and with Malleus being a capture target, he was just as liable to betray you like everyone else did. Your heart couldn’t bear any more.

You were scared, which was why you attempted to distance yourself from him with logical reasoning. You tried to convince him that marrying you was too socially damaging.

“So long as my family is suspected of treason, I cannot in good conscious marry you, Belle- King Malleus”

“Oh, is that all?” And with that, Malleus left leaving you confused. What did that mean?

Apparently that meant that Malleus had a mission to destroy what stood in the way of his beloved. Within a week, he and his aids searched for foul play regarding the accusations and soon found what he was looking for. The offenders responsible were arrested and sent to the imperial family in secret. He found something interesting but thought it would be better to hold onto this trump card for a bit.

Thus, the accusations were dropped and your family was joyous over the news. And so was Malleus, albeit for different reasons.

“What say you now, dear human?”

“P-Please distance yourself, King Malleus!”

Malleus was persistent and determined to woo you the human way if he must. With the advice he received from Lilia (poor choice, really), he attempts to win your hand in marriage.

“My young Malleus, before humans marry, they tend to court each other first”

And so he did. He would bring you expensive gifts and take you to “dates” (walks around his extravagant gardens count, right?)

“King Malleus, please-“

“Call me by my pet name, dear. I believe humans call their lovers by terms of endearment”

“That's beside the point! P-Please step back!”

“But Lilia reported that humans are fond of physical contact and close embraces? In addition, you were fond of holding my hand when we first met”

“!!”

Still, despite all of your fears, Malleus found his way into your heart and you chose to trust him despite his position as a capture target, against your better judgement.

Which was why you chose him to come with you to meet them again.

“They truly have no shame” your father seethed as your house received an invitation with the imperial seal on it, an invitation to a ball celebrating the new engagement of the prince. Your mother held you in a comforting embrace but she wore a look of great distress and rightfully so. Because it was sent as a royal invitation, to refuse is to insult the imperial house and your family was already in hot waters.

“Sweetie” your mother spoke to you worriedly to which you tried to smile to ease her worries. You weren’t happy but you knew what you had to do.

Luckily, Lilia heard of your predicament and offered a solution.

“Dear, a human’s greatest arsenal could be those they have bonds with” the wise viscount hinted. “I’m sure my King would be more than happy to accompany you”

Which brought you to where you were now, with Malleus offering a hand to you as you walked towards the castle you used to be so acquainted with.

You were quite a sight to those attending the ball, the jilted former princess candidate being escorted by one of the most powerful beings in the land. Being unable to bear their piercing stares, you started to put focus on keeping pace with your partner, tightening your hold on his arm which you realized were rather built and firm. You knew Malleus to be lean based on his game design but the feel of his arms had your mind wandering slightly if he’s more muscular than you thought. Was he this firm everywhere else?

“Dear human, are you alright? You seem deep in thought”

Your body flushed with embarrassment as you got caught drifting too deeply in your thoughts. You released your hold on Malleus and stepped away a little to cool down before the draconian man realized. Luckily, he seems none the wiser.

“So you chose to come afterall”

You flinched at the voice. You dreaded your instincts to be true but it turned out to be so. It was the prince, accompanied by his closest companions and the star of the ball, the heroine.

Swallowing your nerves, you bowed as expected towards the royal family. “As a loyal servant of the royal family, it is my duty to respond to the invitation”

However, the prince scoffed at your figure. “Even when you and your family's disgraced themselves, you call yourself loyal?”

You held back your tears but it was difficult when you could feel the heavy weight of disgust the prince held for you. Once upon a time, he was your dearest childhood friend and you thought the years the two of you spent together meant something to him. Sadly, it must have been one-sided on your part.

However, as heavy as that disgust, it was getting overwhelmed by the aura of something else. The growing anger coming from next to you.

“Young prince” your partner spoke in a warning tone, narrowing his striking green eyes. “I recall the misunderstanding was resolved and the true perpetrators were apprehended by the imperial knights”

The prince was quick to silence himself and avoided your eyes which hinted he was already aware of the arrest.

"Your anger towards my partner seems to be misguided, despite the knowledge of the true situation. Quite unbecoming for a future ruler, I must say"

Malleus continued to stare down at the shaking royal heir and let out a disappointed sigh.

“I cannot blame you, however” Malleus said which surprised both the prince and you.

The powerful fae, with gentleness contradictory to his reputation, held your hand in his. He brought your hand closer to his lips, bringing your attention, and the attention of others, to the tall man. You felt your heart jump as he smiled at you before speaking once again.

“I’ve come to understand the feeling of anger for the sake of others and the desire to protect those dear to you”

Your nerves returned tenfold as your heart was beating to the point you were nervous to think if all of the surrounding attendants was able to hear it.

Although his green eyes were soft when holding your gaze, it was quick to harden when he turned to stare down at the prince and his associates.

“But I suggest you tread carefully, young prince,” Malleus daringly warned the capture targets. “In my investigation regarding the accusations against my dear’s family, I came across something curious”

With that, the intimidating king took a step closer and leaned slightly forward, closer to the nervous prince but still situated in a way that seemed to look down at the prince.

“The families that reported the treason were in one way or another connected to that woman of yours, which begs the question if these false accusations were done for her benefit”

The prince froze and glanced at his new lover, who looked as worried as he did. No matter the power the heroine and the prince may hold, that kind of conspiracy would damage the heroine’s reputation as well as the prince and his associates who were quick to condemn your family due to these accusations. If it turned out that underhanded methods may have been used to dirty your name then…high society and the kingdom would be in an uproar.

And Malleus was counting on that.

“So…” Malleus' deep voice broke through the prince’s mental spiral. “I do hope you choose wisely before ever trying to interact with my precious one again”

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #villainess au

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letters-to-lgbt-kids · 10 months

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so happy for you about the qpr!! that’s just wonderful news! wishing u all the best <3

Thankyou! I truly appreciate your sweet words.

I want to use this as an opportunity to talk about how this non-traditional relationship came to be - mostly because I love talking about him, but also because I feel queerplatonic relationships need to be talked about more!

So, what is a queerplatonic relationship? It isn’t really one specific type of relationship with a strictly defined set of rules or boundaries. It is an umbrella term for “non-romantic significant-other relationships”… so, emotionally intimate relationships that fall neither into the category of a “typical romantic relationship” nor into the category of a “typical platonic friendship”. This is not so much about behavior but about the feelings of the people involved. The way one queerplatonic relationship looks like (activities, language, touch, future planning etc.) can be completely different from the next, it’s all about what works for you!

The term “queerplatonic relationship” (or qpr) originated in the aromantic community, but you don’t need to be aromantic to be in one.

I am not aromantic, Alex (name changed for privacy) is. When we met, I didn’t know that yet. We met online. Not on a dating app, we just found each other over shared interests, so romance wasn’t on my mind. We became online friends and found out we actually live close to each other. As time went on, I felt like there was a lot of chemistry and some mutual attempts of awkward flirting, so I decided to ask him on a date. And he said yes!

We grew closer, my feelings for him grew and quite honestly, in the deep corners of my heart it was already a fact that we would become a couple. We didn’t call each other boyfriend yet but it was only a matter of making it official. Really just a matter of asking… and so it hit me like a brick when I scrolled through social media and saw him coming out as aromantic.

I’ll admit that I didn’t handle it well. I felt blindsided by him not telling me directly and carried this feeling into our conversation about it which led to it not going well. I should’ve given him time to explain and given us space to figure out together what this means for us. If I did, I would’ve learned that it was a new realization for him as well and that he himself was not sure yet what it meant - but I didn’t. I jumped to assumptions and felt bitter about them.

After fruitless discussions turned into a fight, we made the hard decision to stop talking. We were both heartbroken about it but it just seemed like a situation with no solution. He didn’t want a traditional romantic relationship, I didn’t want a traditional friendship. We did briefly talk about a queerplatonic relationship but we both couldn’t imagine how that’d work. Would that essentially just be a traditional relationship/friendship by a different name?

For two weeks, I cried into my ice cream. Kept checking his social media secretly even though we mutually agreed to unfollow each other before the split. Went back on dating apps and went out on a virtual date with the first poor guy who said yes and hated every second of it. Texted Alex about it in some shitty attempt to make him jealous. Cried some more. Until I found a list in my notes that I had made months earlier, with all the things I like about him.

This list made me think I can’t lose him like this - I’d rather have him as a friend than not have him in my life at all. I sent him the list and was relieved to learn that he missed me just as much. After some (much more mature) discussion, we agreed to just be platonic friends.

One of the first “normal ” conversations we had after our split - normal meaning a topic that wasn’t related to attraction or identity or relationship status - was just us talking about a tv show he used to watch as a kid. This has become a fond memory of a realization that is hard to put in words: I’ve always been someone who wants clear definitions and labels. But there’s beauty in things being undefined as well. In that moment, we weren’t a specific label. We were just us. And us, our unique dynamic, is what I fell in love with - regardless of how we name it.

So, we named it friends and that worked great. But one thing kept bothering me: With a friend, even a best friend, it’d be silently assumed that you may pursue other people romantically. You can have a best friend and a boyfriend, you’re not taken by your best friend. This wasn’t a matter of jealousy - Alex wasn’t interested in pursuing other people romantically anyway and I don’t mind that he has other close friends. This was about me, not him. I didn’t want this to be a situation where I’m assumed to potentially pursue others. I want to be taken because that’s how I feel. I’m not open to dating someone else, Alex is my significant other even when it’s not a traditional romantic relationship.

I reached out to other aromantic people online and talked to them about these feelings. They encouraged me to talk to him about this and suggest an individually defined relationship to him - one that isn’t based in romance but has the level of commitment I feel. Communication is key, they said, you two can set your own rules.

And that’s exactly what we did! I wrote him a letter and put these feelings to paper, and asked him if he wants to have an individually defined relationship with me, be my friend I’m in love with and am committed to, and he said yes!

(We don’t usually use the term queerplatonic in our everyday conversations, I just use it as a practical umbrella term here - we like to keep it a undefined unique relationship status)

#lgbt+#lgbt

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thesensteawitch · 6 months

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The Remaining 2023 Vibe Check!🌲❄️⚡

What's coming for you?

🍂Pick A Pile Reading🍂

(Left to Right--- Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3)

Hello, Senstea Souls!🍁

Thank you everyone for staying and waiting for my next blog. I promise I won't make you wait for a whole week. I was busy taking care of my health. Thanks for your patience, beautiful souls🩷.

This reading is about the rest of your 2023. It's a collective reading. Take a deep breath and read🌻.

Pile 1

The emperor, the chariot, ace of wands, the hierophant, page of swords, 2 of swords.

Hello, my dear pile 1. Firstly I want to ask how have you been. I see that something quite challenging for you (but you were okay with it) came to an end. Maybe your human side was okay with it but not your soul. The mind kept finding a rational reason for your pain. But being in that certain situation/job/relationship you had to pay a price. It cost you your peace. Whatever happened did not happen for no reason. It happened to teach you something. Now you must be thinking, “Well, isn't it obvious?” Yeah, but darling you forgot that there are thorns on the way to the garden of roses.

Currently, you aren't able to get a closure and you won't be able to for some time. But as the year approaches its end your eyes will be opened. Some of you may experience your 3rd eye-opening. You will see the divine reason for why something ended so abruptly when you weren't ready. Or why anything even happens in this world? You'll gain some clarity regarding the purpose of your existence, your destiny, and who you truly are. Some of you may develop some strong philosophical views. Just know one thing pile 1 that what happened has ignited a spark within your soul. The light within you will burn again which was diminished months or in fact years ago. Currently, you are confused. Some of you are being rigid. I see polarities. Sometimes you will think too rationally and brutally. Sometimes you'll become philosophical. But in the end, you'll find your balance. And will finally carry your wounds as the mark of your wisdom. Your wounds will become a roadmap to your destiny.

I hear, “Blindsided, addicted. Thought we could really do this but really I was foolish...Young people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. Some mistakes get made that's all right that's okay, in the end, it's better for me that's the moral of the story babe.” For some of you, it's related to someone and for some, it's about something very dear to you.

Only you can come out of the mental war you are going through. Only you can remove the blindfold and finally see the things as they truly are. Get out of your head! Seriously! Our mind can only go so far. It repeats the narratives it has seen. Truth comes from the divine. Surrender. Surrender to the divine/God/source/universe or whatever power you believe in. Writing down your emotions will definitely help you. You need to ground yourself. Start with grounding and soon you'll find your answers. You can just sit on the grass or walk barefoot on the grass. It will tremendously help you within a few minutes. I am not kidding. I do it. It will help balance your root chakra. You will find some stability.

Start planning how you truly want your life to be. It will help you in giving a vision. Because I see that all you need is an answer, a closure, a truth about life. If you do what I said then by the end of this year you'll finally be able to move forward with all bitter-sweet moments. You will have control of your life and not someone or something else has control over your life. Let nobody control you. Be it your mind, a desire, or a person. I also see that some of you are afraid to dream big. First dream like crazy and then make a plan. See how you can achieve whatever you want to achieve. And how can you be authentic in what you want to have in your life? Then make a plan and believe that it can happen to you. Remember the great examples in our history. If they can so can you. But don't end up comparing a fish to a monkey, you know what I mean right? You will be realising your worth by the end of 2023. You'll get the clarity that you are not able to get until now.

You need both magic and practicality. Remember to write 10 things about you that you know are wonderful. Also, forgive others and most importantly forgive yourself. Release the grudges and the negativity will be released. YOU ARE DIVINELY PROTECTED NO MATTER IF YOU BELIEVE IN ANGELS OR NOT. I also hear, “I don't know how to feel but I wanna try. I don't know how to feel but someday I might.” Oh God, you guys! Just watch BARBIE. And observe Ken. You'll learn a lot from him. Please do watch Barbie. And if you already have then watch again you might notice something that you didn't before. God bless you, pile 1. I also see a power struggle. You don't feel powerful. But you soon will. All this is happening to bring your power back.

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Pile 2

King of pentacles, ace of wands, 10 of swords, knight of swords, 6 of wands, 5 of wands

Wow! My dear pile 2. First of all good job. I am so proud of you that you have finally decided something your guides have been whispering to you. Maybe life forced you to take a stand or you contemplated a lot. But one thing is clear you realised that the situation you were in was not favorable for you. You thought it would turn out to be something amazing but it did not. It definitely broke your heart. Currently, I see that you are trying to show strength in the face of adversity. It's good. You should keep doing that. But let me tell you my dear pile 2 that whatever tough situation you're in it's coming to an end. Very very soon. In a month you'll see yourself coming out of it. Finally, you are trying to stand up for yourself and your values. For once, you will not need anyone else's permission or approval. Beautiful! I see financial upgradation is definitely coming up for you. All the mental struggle and health struggle is coming to an end!!!!! Some of you can somewhat feel it. You may not have achieved your goal and you surely are not at the destination. But definitely, some progress is being made. Something has shifted. You're not in between. You're almost there. What you do in these coming weeks will define your years to come. Believe me when I say this. You know your goal, your destination. You're not naive. You're not unaware. You just fall into the temptations of instant gratification. And I see it all happens due to ‘what ifs’. New ideas will be coming to you. Soon you will be seeing competition as cooperation. People will praise your ideas and your work. And it will be huge! As you have just stood up from the ashes, it's still all over your body so the nostalgia might hit you. I hear the song, “What a time”. I feel this year has taught you a lot. But now you finally see your goal. You've made all the wrong decisions so now there's only the right way. What I mean by this is that you have exhausted all your options. Now there's only one way. Follow your destiny. You have been on the wrong roads so many times but the good thing is that you've learned. You have grown.

“We both have demons that we can't stand. Maybe you're seeking an honest man.” I feel that for some of you, your relationship played a huge role in your transformation. I also hear, “There may be lovers who hold out their hands but they will never love you like I can,” you knew how to give pile 2. You are a giver. Some of you may even be healers.

Now you're on your own. You always have been. But now you're not in a toxic cycle of codependency. And if some of you are still struggling with codependency then know soon it will be over. I hear December will be an abundant month for you. You are going to be the warmth that people would need in the cold winters. Some of you are so creative. I also hear, “I had the best time falling into love...” and now I feel you are choosing to stay single for some time. I feel it's good for you. Your soul needs this. I also see that some of you feel that you don't have enough knowledge about something but I see you do. Don't compare yourself to anybody online. There will always be someone better. But you don't need to fall for this trap of being above everyone else. You will finally take in the essence of understanding that the human race is dependent on each other and it helps each other directly or indirectly in each individual's growth. For the remaining months of 2023, your eyes will be on your vision. Nothing else! I literally am enjoying reading this pile. My heart is jumping. You are going to be blessed and divinely protected. I also sense that you always have been protected by the divine.

Aahh pile 2 I also see that this coming eclipse is going to play a major role in your life. It will bring a powerful change. This change is going to put you on your destined path. A new beginning is coming. If you guys have been wishing for something then know that it can come true. Please let go of your fear around finances. It's creating a blockage. I think you will be able to do that soon. Still, let me guide you on how to do it. You need to believe that you can have all the luxuries of the world. Keep doing things with your heart. Put a part of your soul in the work that you do and you will see financial abundance following you. Create things with pain, pleasure, purity, and peace. Keep the balance. Virtue lies in the middle. YOU GUYS ARE FOLLOWING YOUR DESTINY. Please keep going and not even for a moment lose hope. Focus on RELEASING the negativity and not listening to it. God bless you, pile 2! I am so so so happy for you. The external growth does depend on you and it is yet to come but I can't help but be proud of the internal growth that has happened to you and still, there's potential for more growth. Wow! The road is finally clear for you. It's your time to shine. Congratulations! Let me know what happens.

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Pile 3

Two of wands, the emperor, two of pentacles, king of pentacles, queen of pentacles, the empress

Hello, my dear pile 3. It took me time to pull out your Oracle cards. Now I see why. So tell me why are you not taking action? I mean I see that when you are about to there's a part of you that makes you feel that you aren't ready. But guess what? You'll never be ready. No one is ready to start something. Knowing something you're planning to start is important but there's no end to learning. Then when will you be really ready if you measure your worth like that? You are afraid to execute your plan. For a long time, you have been planning and plotting but when it comes to taking action there's a huge resistance. If you are afraid that you won't be able to achieve your goals then let me tell you pile 3 that huge abundance is waiting for you to taste it. I can sense your soul suffering but this rigid mind and reasoning of yours has kept you in one place for so long.

The universe is going to put you off balance no matter how strong are the walls around you. Something is going to put you off balance and I am not saying this to instill fear in you. No concrete remains in front of God's will. Huge abundance waits for you. It's you who is coming in your way. So what if you're going to hit your goal in 6 months or a year? At least start or you'll never get closer to your dreams. Pile 3 do not even think of giving up! You do have a long way to go but to reach somewhere you need to leave a certain place and situation. By all means, explore. And who said that only the destination is supposed to be beautiful? It's the journey that matters. You are going to meet some really amazing people who will be helping you with your plan. Somebody is definitely going to help you soon.

When you're finally ready to overcome this resistance you will feel like your life is a mess. Believe me, this chaos will bring order. Currently, I see that your life is stagnant. I hear you saying to your resistance, “I like me better when I am with you.” It's so difficult to change your mindset pile 3. Stop weighing the outcomes rather than start creating. You have the capability to create a wonderful life for yourself. It's in your cards I am not saying this casually. Not all lessons are learned through books some are learned by experiencing the real world. The only way to fight any kind of resistance is to do the thing it is stopping you from doing. In the coming few weeks life is going to break something on you so that you have no choice but to move forward through the chaos that you are afraid to face. Believe me, pile 3 your life is going to turn out to be so beautiful. You'll love it. You might see a glimpse of it in December if you win over your fears.

Everything is concrete around you there's no oxygen and you have no pulse. It seems you have stopped watering your garden. No trees, no water? No oxygen! YOU HAVE THE KEY TO UNLOCK THE NEW OPPORTUNITIES. The vision you have is the key to your growth. Please don't be in your head all the time. In the times of challenges that you might face ahead please be playful. Don't be so serious all the time pile 3. Laugh a little. Let the day take you. You don't need to keep planning. Take breaks. Take rest. But do not be afraid to put in effort for your dreams. These coming months you'll be learning something that very few people know or take interest in. That's how you'll be able to create financial abundance. Knowledge will be served to you. If you feel lack in any aspect then the holes will be filled in by the universe. But first, you must take action. “The more that you say the less I know. Wherever you stray I follow. I am begging for you to take my hands and wreck my plans that's my man.” The universe is literally coming through and saying to take a leap of faith. Take its hands and wreck its plan of bringing turbulence into your life. “Know that my train can take you home anywhere else is hollow.” Home doesn't hamper your growth. Comfort does.

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Lance snaps the last piece on — a dorky fingerless leather glove — and smiles, satisfied. He observes the rest of his handiwork and can’t help a single nod.

Damn, he’s a whiz with a sewing machine.

“Don’t get too big of a head,” Pidge mutters, adjusting her new go-go boots. “This is still the dumbest thing any one of us has done ever.”

Hunk snorts. “Speak for yourself.”

That is fair. Lance has caught Hunk negotiating both of his kidneys for a particularly rare machine part.

“It’s still stupid,” Pidge insists.

To her credit, she’s probably right. It had started as a bit. A dumbass, one-off bit that Lance cooked up one random day, after a shitty mission that had them all in the dumps.

“I miss Keith,” Allura had muttered, huffing to herself. “He would have trained with me more so I wouldn’t have been so blindsided. You guys never do any extra training with me.”

The team’s responses had been a mix of mild offense and several other affirmations of missing their friend. All of them did — yeah, sure, each and every one of them finds great joy in giving Keith shit, and some of his leadership skills were…questionable, at best, but he was still their friend. And they missed him.

Lance got an idea.

After everyone else went to bed, he dug through random material boxes littered throughout the castle, and fashioned himself Keith’s infamous cropped leather jacket. It wasn’t quite the same — the only way he’d get leather in space would be from Kaltenecker, which was never going to happen on Lance’s watch — but there was no mistaking who he was imitating. He walked into breakfast the next morning with his fringe pulled over one eye and a smirk making the corner of his mouth twitch.

“Life is a nightmare and existence is a prison,” he’d said in his most emo voice.

Was it a fair impression of Keith?

No.

But was it funny?

Lance’s question was easily answered by the rest of the team losing their shit. He’d kept it up the rest of the day, playfully pretending to be Keith whenever someone asked him a question. As stupid as the whole bit was, it did make him feel a little better. A little more like Keith was just away for a little while, and that he was coming back, rather than a nameless face on a Blade base. It made things a little less scary, a little more lighthearted. It was a stupid joke, but a good one. Lance took off the dorky jacket at the end of the day, hanging it in his closet, not even thinking about it.

A week later, Pidge walked into the kitchen with the jacket she’d lifted from his room, doing her own garbage impression, and from there things had kind of snowballed.

None of them made anything official, obviously. That would be embarrassing as shit. But every Tuesday — or whatever the space equivalent was — someone would inevitably show up in the kitchen with an article of clothing that was unmistakably Keith’s. Eventually Lance started actually making replicas that would fit everyone; a jacket for Hunk, go-go boots for Shiro, fingerless gloves for Allura. Small, stupid things that Lance would make when he had the time and leave by their door without saying anything, without acknowledging the objectively deranged bit they were all overdoing.

It’s been long enough, though, that everyone’s outfit is complete. They’ve been celebrating Keith Day and cycling through enough weekly impressions that everyone has a full Keith outfit, so they’re having a Keith party.

Lance has not had so much fun in ages.

“Yo, Keith, pass the Gufla juice,” Lance says. Coran looks delighted for a moment before schooling his face into a grumpier expression.

“You’re the only one who drinks this garbage,” he says, doing a truly wonderful impression of Keith’s exasperated tone. “Just keep it where you sit.” He passes the bottle to Lance, then leans in close so Lance can hear his whisper. “Am I doing an alright job, lad? I’ve made an attempt to let the fondness he has for you bleed through my words!”

Lance flushes, taking the bottle from the advisor and hurriedly occupying himself with pouring a glass. He clears his throat three separate times before he finally manages to speak, conscious of the various snickers he can hear from around him.

“You did fine.”

Pidge scoffs, leaning back in her chair and raising a cocky eyebrow. “I dunno, usually it’s more like this.” She widens her eyes obnoxiously, batting her eyelashes and clasping her hands under her chin. “‘Nice shot, Sharpshooter. Couldn’t do it without my right-hand-man.’”

Allura and Hunk cackle, offering their palms for Pidge to slap, which she does unashamedly.

Lance, who is the pinnacle of grace and poise and Being the Bigger Person, primly dabs his mouth with a napkin and decides not to attack his horrible gremlin friend where she sits.

“That was the worst Keith impression I’ve ever heard,” he informs her.

Shiro hums before she can respond. “You’re right, Keith.” He nods at Lance. Lance sticks his tongue out at Pidge.

Ha!

“He hasn’t used ‘Sharpshooter’ in a while,” he continues, and Lance’s heart drops.

Shiro? A traitor? No. No!

Shiro adjusts the oversized white collar of the cropped jacket and grins to himself. “It’s a little more like this.” He stands, because he’s a dramatic hoe, and puts his hands on his hips, shaking his head mock-fondly at Lance before saying, in a hugely exaggerated Southern accent, “Well I’ll be, Bluebell. Maybe we make a good team after all.”

Okay. Evidently, Being the Bigger Person is overrated. He grabs a butterknife and throws it at the asshole black paladin, which is narrowly dodged with a yelp.

“There,” Lance says smugly. “Knife violence. How’s that for a Keith impression?”

Besides Shiro’s pout that lasts for a good five minutes, the rest of breakfast is just spent having good fun. They each break character a thousand times each, but it’s fun anyway. Allura in particular is the king of Keith impressions — possibly from the mess that was the Coalition Show — and the rest of them aren’t too shabby, either. Lance thinks he’s pretty good at nailing Keith’s laugh when he’s startled to find something funny (and no, he’s not going to spend any time reflecting on why that is, thanks).

“You know, fellow Keiths,” Shiro says, picking at his gloves, “I’ve teased him about the gloves for years, but they kind of do make me feel cool.”

Lance sighs. “Yeah, that’s the worst part. The gloves really do make me feel like a ninja sword guy.”

Instead of the various affirmations he expects to hear — come on, he and Shiro cannot be the only ones to feel that way — there’s only silence. He glances up at the rest of the team, only to find them all slack-jawed and horrified, staring wide-eyed at the door.

Lance’s stomach turns to stone.

There’s no way.

Slowly, as if he can make his suspicions disappear if he halves his speed, he turns toward the dining room door.

Where, of course, stands Keith, somehow, the real one, Blade uniform clinging to his body as he leans on the doorframe. He sports the tiniest of smirks, and yet somehow it’s more smug than any expression Lance has witnessed before.

“Hey, guys,” Keith says, casual. “Mission got cancelled so I had a couple days off, and I was nearby. Thought I’d hang with y’all for a while; Black let me in.”

He speaks so casually, walking into the room with a slight sway to his hips, a swagger, that leaves no question about it: he sees the situation in front of him. He gets it. He knows damn well he has the upper hand here.

He’s playing them.

The whole team sits frozen in their seats, hyper aware of their outfits, each knowing they have no excuse and no way out. They will never be able to successfully clown him again. He’s won. He knows how much they like him. Worst, still, is that Keith knows exactly who on this ship can make fingerless leather gloves from scratch. He knows exactly who’s dumbass idea this bit was, who put hours and hours into making accurate Keith outfits.

Lance is going to reacquaint himself with that airlock.

“Oh, nice, you guys are having that Dushan stuff.” Keith strides over to Lance’s seat, places a hand on the back off his chair and leaning in close. Lance puts his head in his hands and prays his ears aren’t as red as they feel. Keith reaches right over his shoulder and plucks a piece of food off his plate, popping it into his mouth. For a moment there’s nothing but a horrible silence, none of them knowing what to say.

“And by the way,” Keith says, when it’s clear none of them are going to speak up. His smirk has widened significantly, and he looks like he’s just won every argument he’s ever wanted to have at once. “The gloves make me feel cool, too.”

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based on this scene in teen titans

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celticcrossanon · 1 month

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Celta, I have read different viewpoints on social media. One is that by linking to the sussex.com site, Charles essentially blocks them from making money off of it since it is now connected to the Royal UK site and their merching off being Royal is forbidden by the Sandringham agreement. Also, I have read their bio on the Royal UK site is greatly diminished, thereby diminishing them slowly, which is a planned move by the BRF (death by a thousand cuts style).

Hi LovingHoagieArtisanEggs,

The biography is greatly diminished, and joint (shared between the two of them, no separate page for each one), and if it wasn't for that link I would be somewhat pleased with the website revisions.

My problem is to my eyes, by including that link, King Charles has legitimised their behaviour and confirmed the couple as 'truly royal'. He has given the royal stamp of approval to their mock-royal website and hence to their behaviours.

"Of course The King approves. Look on the royal website. He has linked the royal website to our website. He wouldn't do that if he didn't support us and approve of what we are doing."

"Of course I can speak for the crown. Look on the website. The support my actions and have shown it by linking to my website."

"Of course I need all the privileges of a royal prince. The King supports me - he has linked to my website to show his support. He wouldn't do that if I was a normal private citizen."

etc and so forth.

AFAIK there are no links to the businesses of any other royals on the website - just Harry. To me, that means he is back in the official royal fold and has the royal seal of approval on all his ventures and behaviours, past and present. Meghan gets the same because she is his wife.

What annoys me even more is the media will say nothing about this. There will be no outrage at The King using his official website to support the commercial activates of his son. There will be no outrage over the activities that this action approves. The media will treat this as a normal update if they mention it at all, and the implications for the BRF will go unheralded until something makes them obvious, and then the BRF will be 'blindsided' once again.

I am sick to my gut of the hypocrisy. Don't distance yourself from a family member and then draw them back into the fold like this. 'Overseas son' was all BS, and this is The King's true colours.

Stupid is as stupid does. I only hope that this blows up in His Majesty's face ASAP and for once in his life he has to face the consequences of his actions.

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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(Based off of something I mentioned in this ask.)

Dear (Name),

We have not interacted with each other very much but we have crossed paths a few times. More times then not the few interactions we did have were mainly negative and I apologize for that but I have a certain image and family reputation I must uphold, especially in front of others. But I have been watching you, watching how you interact with others and what kind of person you seem to be. It has made me want to introduce myself properly to you and genuinely get to know you, to experience what so many others have seemed to grow so attached to you for, but I have not yet found the right time to do so or how to go about it. Therefore, given the things I have seen for myself and the fact that you overall seem like a sincere person just trying to survive with what has been dealt to them I couldn’t just stand by and watch you being played and lied to by the people you believe to be your friends.

I had not really had any intention to reach out to you this way or write to you at all. But I thought you should know something very important and I know you wouldn’t have believed me if I came to you in person. This letter will not be inherently positive given the circumstances it is concerning and I sincerely apologize for what you are about to become aware of but you should not be in the dark about it. Especially, when it concerns so many people you have grown so close to and fond of.

Attached to this letter is a petition that had been started before you first took a position at Hogwarts. Word had gotten around about an obscurus being brought into Hogwarts and out of fear, worry and repulsion someone had taken it upon themself to take action. The petition was demanding you not to be allowed at the school as well as near the staff and students in attendance who reside at the castle. The petition had been stopped early on before it really took off but it had still gained plenty of signatures. Signatures you may come to recognize for yourself.

One very glaring signature was from the very mother of the Weasley children who you have grown so attached to and vice versa. Notice how she was one of the top signatures on the list of names, meaning she was one of the first to rush and sign against you. And yet she has welcomed you into her home, has made you a part of her family and has the audacity to act Saint like. As if she had not tried to ruin your chances at making a living for yourself or getting to experience and feel some kind of ounce of acceptance and belonging.

How will you be able to continue to have a woman who had gone against you so hastily like that as someone worthy of being a part of your life?

Would she have ever told you that she took part in taking action against you?

Will you be able to see any of the teachers the same given that a number of their names had been signed as well?

How will you bring yourself to look at, let alone be around, the children of those who never wanted you around in the first place?

I know if it were me, I would cut those people out of my life entirely. As you should. They are not worth your time or friendship, let alone to be brought into your life as family. I do hope you heed my advice, you truly do not need people like that in your company.

After reading all of this and being blindsided by this information I am sure that you must feel unbelievably hurt and betrayed right now but you needed to know. Although, I am sorry I had to be the one to relay it to you but someone had to.

With regards,

D.M.

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comicdisneyanimelovercutie · 4 months

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I was a really big fan of James's videos I got really excited whenever he would upload a new video. I was looking forward to the upcoming videos he had planned. I had just watched his video on Neil Gaiman and his work when a couple of days later when hbomberguy uploaded his plagiarism video

I was really excited. His videos on Sherlock and Vaccines is my favorites of his. So I was watching I was excited to see the people or person he was going to do a deep dive about.

I was totally blindsided by the fact it James. I at first couldn't believe it that James had plagiarized his videos. I felt sad and disappointed at James and myself at first then I got to the part in the video where hbomberguy highlights where James plagiarized other people and to see that most of his videos if not all of his videos was plagiarized I got so mad at James but mostly at myself for ever believing in James and his "work"

But the thing is that the topics that James talked about I knew about some of them. I knew some of the history he was talking about and got wrong but I just brushed it off as joke or him being sarcastic.

Some times I would just doubt myself and think James must be right because I thought he was smarter than me. It took a couple of days after watching hbomberguy's video and Todd's video debunking some of James lies for it to really stink in and to think over the what I remember from James video for me to realize I did know the correct information.

It was like watching james's videos made me forget what I knew was true and made me feel even dumber for taking is lies has fact.

I felt and still feel incredibly stupid and gullible for ever believe James and just taking him at his word.

Before hbomberguy video I didn't know about the plagiarism accusations against James. So it well and truly blindsided me. I watched a couple of the videos in the playlist hbomberguy made of better queer creators and it became so glaringly obvious what James wasn't doing is his videos when it came to citing their socures.

I really hate that give James my time, my excitement and just give him the benefit of the doubt. But as much as my pride and my ego are bruised right now.

My sympathies truly go out to the people who gave this man their money. Via is patreon or his production company. I don't know how or if they can get their money back. To me it don't matter if you give James two dollars or two hundred they are the people who really got hurt in this whole thing. And to the people he plagiarized from I hope they can get some kind of justice for this whole thing.

This has really taught me to trust my self when I think something doesn't sound right and to not just blindly believe someone because they might sound smarter than me. It's going to take some time to get James's lies and misinformation out my system. But I hope that for the people that this man took money from get their money back. And for the people he stole from they get their credit and some sort payment for all of this I just wish this lesson hadn't come at the expense of other people's stolen work and money. And for that I am truly sorry.

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h8ani · 8 months

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Truth or Dare

Part One Here

Pairing: Shikamaru Nara x Reader

Anime: Naruto

Word Count: 2.3k

Synopsis: the events that led to asking your ex boyfriend a simple question from truth or dare

Warnings: Sappy fluffy ass smut, cursing, I’m gonna say the smut is lowkey trash so that’s a warning in itself, I am not good at writing fluff so there’s another warning in itself 😭

A/N - here’s Pt 2! I am not really good at writing fluffy stuff so I tried the best I could 😭 feel free to give your thoughts and opinions!

Shikamaru is a jackass.

That's it, that's the sentence. Point blank period.

Shikamaru couldn't have been further than the boy who you fell in love with. He was cocky, tried showing out whenever you were around now, cracked jokes. He didn't used to be like that, like someone who wanted attention. You liked his laid back attitude, how he always went with the flow, how he didn't care about anything. He didn't care about anything but you at one point in time, but that's in the past now. Now Shikamaru is someone you don't even recognize.

Shikamaru loved you, that you know. You used to love him too, you still do and a part of you knows you always will. He was your everything and you were his, the two of you were always seen attached to the hip in your early days of dating, and even when you were apart the other wasn't too far away.

Everyone used to joke about how you and Shikamaru were together since you both were in the academy, always laughing when you two finally hit your three year anniversary saying that it was much longer than that. You liked him long before he liked you and you being way more pushy about it as a 12 year old girl. Remember the saying about if a boy picks on you then he likes you? That was definitely you to Shikamaru and frankly he thought you were almost as annoying as Naruto was back in the academy. Keyword is almost. He swears up and down if you weren't so cute he would've shadow possessed you off a cliff on graduation day. How you were able to have him fall for you let alone get him to like you back is still a question you always asked yourself and him, even he could never give you a straight answer but you never really cared that much for one. You loved him with everything in your being, you'd jump in front of him any day of the week if it meant he'd stay out of harms way, he felt the same for you which makes everything about the breakup so much more painful to think back on.

You'd be lying if the breakup didn't come as a shock, you felt blindsided. It wasn't too long after your anniversary when he ended things. 16 days after your anniversary but who's keeping track of that? He didn't, you know he didn't. You're still bitter about it, about how abruptly he ended things and walked away like you weren't just planning on moving in with him, like you both didn't have countless talks about your future together, even the late night talks about what your kids would look like and how you two would raise them. All of that must have slipped his mind or he was just talking to talk and never meant any of it at all.

Your feelings and how it's still affecting you is evidence that you loved him and how much you truly did. The bond you had with him hurt too much to break but he did it anyway. You didn't leave your apartment for almost a month having Kakashi push back any missions for you for the time being, Shikamaru went on a mission the very next day seemingly unaffected by severing the tie you two had with one another. He had his missions to think about and all you had was your friends, most stayed neutral to your breakup because no one wanted to choose sides, you wouldn't want any of them to hence why everyone was at Ino's little party.

That party.

That game.

That damn game of truth or dare.

You never liked little party games like that, you never should've picked on Shikamaru for the next question. You blame the alcohol rather than you wanting to get on his nerves in some way after he called bullshit on your answer. Truth or dare was a stupid game and you should've just picked someone else.

~ ~ ~

"So Shikamaru, truth or dare?" You look at him with your arms crossed. He stares right back at you, eyes not leaving yours as he answers.

"Dare."

Of course he'd choose dare. He could never make this easy on you. He never did give you any easy passes even when you were together.

You think for a moment and fight the urge to smile as you speak. "Kiss who you want the most." He blinks and just looks at you, his brows scrunch for a moment. "Unless you can't-"

"Easy." He says as he gets up from his position on the floor. You roll your eyes at his response and lean back into the couch. You watch him as he doesn't even need a second to ponder who he wants to kiss and before you know it he's in front of you. You look up to him confused, Shikamaru leans down and his hand brushes past your cheek to find place at the back of your neck. You can feel your heartbeat in the back of your throat as you see him pause before looking at you. His eyes don't show the playfulness and teasing he had from earlier and you begin to question it.

"What are you-" You begin to speak but are cut off quicker than you started. His hand on the back of your neck pulled you to him, lips crashing into one another and your eyes fluttering shut almost immediately. You kiss back almost instantly and you can't help but not have a single care in the back of your mind about it. The silence from your friends was another thing that you couldn't help but not care about, seeing them watch this happening, nothing mattered to you but this.

You're conflicted, that part isn't going away, you so desperately kissed Shikamaru back after everything that's happened. The pain, the hurt, the heartbreak, yet you still missed his lips on your own. The butterflies in your stomach and the blush on your cheeks immediately counteracting the argument in your head that this was a bad idea because you wanted Shikamaru back more than anything. You missed him, you missed his kisses, you missed the way he'd grab onto your waist pulling you back to him in bed, you missed Shikamaru more than anything.

But the lingering thoughts still run around in your mind.

You could never go back to him no matter how much you missed him. Too much has happened, too much that shouldn't have happened. You'd never get back with Shikamaru.

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You and Shikamaru would never-

Your legs tightened around his waist as he carried you back to his bed, the only sounds in his room were of you two, your kisses, your whispers to each other. He laid you back on his bed, your back melting into his soft mattress as he kisses you harder.

His teeth nipped at your bottom lip causing you to gasp as he slid his tongue into yours. You allowed him to take over, his one hand sliding into yours as his other slid up to your cheek. The subtle softness to the hunger of his kiss balancing each other out and you couldn't help but tighten your legs around him pulling him in closer. His hips slowly grinding into yours while he left your lips, kissing you one last time before looking down at you.

"What?" You say in almost a whisper, he would've missed it if he wasn't so close to you. He just shakes his head in response and kisses you softly, a change of pace from how he was kissing you moments before, his hand left yours before he sat up and removed his shirt quickly tossing it to the side. His hands found their way back to your waist before sitting you up and helping you with taking your clothes off.

He was slow and wasn’t in a rush with you, every button on your shirt he took his time with and a part of you wished he’d be faster with this because it’s just a hook up, at the very least that’s what you thought because why? Why would he want to reopen old wounds? Why would you think that this is anything but sex?

“Baby.” His voice brings you out of your thoughts and you look up at him, eyes wide at his words and a small chuckle comes out past his lips. “You’re thinking too much.” He places a quick kiss to your lips while taking your shirt off and tossing it to the floor. His hand finds it’s way and pushes you back on his bed.

You can’t help but pout at his words, how dare he still be able to read you so easily. How dare he kiss you tonight. How dare he be the Shikamaru you missed oh so much, how fucking dare he.

In the moments of you thinking and distracting yourself Shikamaru removed the rest of his clothing and quickly found his place inbetween your legs, he lined himself up gathering your slick on his dick and you finally glance up at him to see him already watching you. A smile graces his face. “There’s my girl.” You can’t help but let the smile that’s creeping up show as he says that. His girl. Like you never weren’t his in the first place. “Are you ready?” His thumb presses to your clit and moves in quick circular motions, you were already wet, he knew every trick that was your body. You nod quickly and as he leans down to kiss you he pushes in eliciting a deep groan from himself. “Fuck- God you’re so tight still.” His hips slowly roll into you making your pussy flutter around him.

“Faster Shika.” You arch your back slightly, his length hitting that perfect spot in you and he listens, picking up his pace along with the pressure of his thrusts. Each thrust he gave was harder and harder making you see stars with every one.

The small noises that came from you were music to his ears, he missed that sound, he missed you. Shikamaru would never admit this but he was nearing his peak already. He hasn’t bothered to sleep around after parting from you and he didn’t want to, his only release has been his hand and his constant thoughts of you and now that he has you again he doesn’t know how much longer he can last, but it’s like you knew that already. Just like how he remembers every little thing that makes you tick you also know everything about him, you know when he’s close, you know what turns him on, you know Shikamaru better than anyone else.

You clench around him and he about loses it, every little profanity slips past his lips and you watch him as he’s barely holding it together. A smile tugs at your lips and you bring your hands up to hold his face. “It’s okay if it’s quick.” His face heats up in embarrassment and he shakes his head, his fingers find their way back to your clit in response cutting off any other words you were about to say.

“Fuck- I love you. I missed you.” His head drops to the crook of your neck leaving open mouth kisses all along it. “Should’ve never fuckin let you go, I love you so much.” His pace quickens and the only sound that’s heard is the sound of skin slapping skin and the whimper you give out from his confession. “I love you.”

“Shut up Shika-” you begin to speak but his head leaving from the crook of your neck to hovering about your face has the words die on your tongue.

“No, I love you, so let me love you.” He’s adamant on his words and all you can do is nod and allow him to show you. He kisses you putting all the words he couldn’t say behind it, quickly deepening it.

It doesn’t take long for his fingers on your clit to make you cum, your pussy gripping him as he fucks you through your high and you feel his hips stutter, he pulls out and releases on your stomach and not even a moment after he’s getting off of his bed and going to the bathroom to get a warm towel to clean you up.

You two sit in silence as he wipes the towel on your stomach and thighs cleaning you up. The warmth of the towel and the chill in his room is a nice feeling. The silence is nice too but you both understand there’s more to be said.

“Do you want to stay the night?” He glances up at you, a pleading look can almost be seen in his eyes, the uneasiness of his question being heard.

“Yeah, I’d like to.” You give a small smile to him and grab his hand gently tugging him back to you. He grabs his blankets and throw them over you two, pulling you to his chest and holding you tightly to him.

It’s silent for a moment and for a second you think he fell asleep already, his breathing was even and he was silent until you felt his fingers brush against your side. “I do love you, ya know.”

“Then why’d you break up with me.” You say before you can even stop yourself. You can hear him let out a small sigh and bury his head into the back of your neck.

“I was scared and stupid. There’s nothing I can say but that…I’m sorry.”

He’s holding onto you so tight, almost as if you would just get up and walk out of his bed and out of his life. You can feel the slight tremble of his hands against your body and you can’t help but pull yourself out of his grip and turn around to face him. “I love you too, you idiot.” You shake your head at him. “God you’re such an idiot.”

“I have an IQ higher than yours.”

“Then you’re a really big idiot.”

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