#like my dog. love my dog love her HATE myself and how I treat her and how I don't give her the life she deserves

[what-if-i-dee-eye-do]

I know I promised myself I wouldn't ever try to kill myself again but like. hee hoo

#who's fronting? #other #negative #dude it hasn't been this bad in years #these past two years might have broken me For Real #I literally just want to die All The Time #my body always hurts. there's nothing good in my life. what little good IS in my life is greatly offset by other shit #like my dog. love my dog love her HATE myself and how I treat her and how I don't give her the life she deserves #love my wife love her so much but I don't like the way she treats me and it feels like she doesn't want to spend time with me anymore #like im just a stuffed animal she wants to snuggle at night or while scrolling her phone #I love my family but I think we all know the problems there #literally what am I supposed to live for at this point? the hope that one day things might not be quite as bad? as fucking if. look at the #climate. look at geopolitical events like Palestine and the Congo. look at the economy #why the fuck would I want to live #why would I want to suffer in this hellscape of capitalism and genocide and climate change and and and and and and and #I wish I could go back to the doctor and try to get meds and therapy but I'm flat broke and don't have health insurance so i guess I'll just #feel like this until I die naturally or by my own hand lmfao

[ashwhowrites]

Part 1

Here is part 2!!! I hope you guys like it and it was worth waiting for. Thank you for all the love and support on part 1 🥹 it means the world. Enjoy :) never proofread

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Steve and Eddie raced to the school, anxiety in their veins as Eddie parked the van. Both boys ran into the building, following the sounds of screaming and cheering.

Steve pushed through the huge crowd, arms immediately wrapping around Y/N's body. Yanking her frame off of Jason, who is on the floor groaning in pain.

"STOP. STOP" Steve screamed, trying to keep his grip tight as she wiggled and squirmed to get out of his touch.

Eddie raced behind, going for Jason instead. Y/N doesn't fight unless she's provoked and he had a good idea Jason started it.

But Eddie's attention on Jason got caught short, hearing Steve Y/N's name as she marched down the hall.

~~

Steve didn't waste a second running after her. He let her walk away once, and he didn't want to do it again.

"Please, just stop" Steve pleaded, hand reaching out to grasp her elbow.

She hated that she melted once he touched her. She was mad at Eddie, but Steve hurt her too.

"what Steve? Now you want to talk?" She spat out, turning around to face him. Cradling her own elbow out of his touch.

"I'm sorry, I never should have let you walk away without listening to you first. You deserve to have the opportunity to explain." Steve confessed. He watched her closely. Her eyes were blocked off from any emotion. And her lips were turned down into a frown.

"no, I don't deserve to explain myself, I deserve to have my boyfriends trust me enough to not even think twice about a rumor like that. I also deserve to be treated as my person. Not a shell of the people who hurt both of you in past moments. I'm not Nancy, and I'm not whoever the fuck Eddie thought I was. I'm me, and you both didn't trust her. Fuck both of you. You followed behind Eddie's lead like a fucking dog. Don't you think for yourself, Steve? It's pretty clear where I stand compared to Eddie. " She said harshly, turning back around and marching out of the school.

Steve took the hit, he deserved it. He was a grown man and he should have thought for himself. He knew he was going to hurt her and he did it for Eddie's sake. He was supposed to treat both his partners fairly, and he just put one higher than the other.

~~

Eddie didn't waste much time with Jason. Spat out to leave them alone and followed the direction where Steve went.

Eddie found him alone in the hallway. Shoulders dropped, and Eddie assumed the conversation didn't go well.

"she still pissed?" Eddie asked, arm wrapping around Steve from behind. Steve shrugged him off and created space between the two.

"just don't touch me." Steve sighed, turning to face Eddie. Watching Eddie's face drop.

"what? What did I do?" Eddie scoffed

"We should have been better. And I should have thought for myself. With everything in me, I don't believe she cheated, and I should have told her that. I followed you and I lost her. And seeing this heartless monster you've been, I think I lost you too. If you believe she did it, that's for you to deal with. But I'm not following you anymore." Steve confessed, giving Eddie a small smile and turning to walk out of the school.

~~

Eddie's insecurities cost him both partners. And now it's on him to fix everything.

He always wanted to protect both of his partners, and he's the bad guy who tore it all up.

Eddie wasn't sure how Steve got home, but once Eddie made it in his trailer, he felt alone. He spent night after night in Steve's apartment, never returning home. He went into his bedroom, throwing himself face-first on his mattress.

He wanted to fix things altogether, he didn't want to talk to Y/N and Steve separately. If he was going, to be honest, and break down into pieces, he only wanted to do it once.

~~

Many phone calls later, Eddie got Y/N to answer. Most of his calls were answered with a scoff and the slamming of the phone hitting the wall. He barely could get a word each time. But this wasn't the time to give up. Once he finally got her to stay on the line longer than two seconds, he asked her to come over to talk.

And it wasn't easy. She was stubborn and still pissed off. Calling him every name in the book, dragging his name up and down the block, before finally sighing and saying "Be there in ten."

Eddie knew convincing Steve to come over would be easy, all he had to do was mention he has Y/N on the way over.

~~

The room was silent, and all three of them were uncomfortable. Y/N couldn't look at either of them, keeping her hands in her lap. Steve kept his eyes on Y/N, silently pleading she'll look up. And Eddie kept his eyes on the floor, stomach twisting in knots.

They were in this position all because of Eddie, and he knew that. All the blame rested on his shoulders and his shoulders alone.

"I want to start by thanking both of you for coming and hearing me out." Eddie sighed in one breath. The anxiety filled his stomach.

"yeah, I think it's a nice option to have a chance to explain yourself, but that's not for everyone." Y/N threw out the side remark. Rolling her eyes as she finally looked up at Eddie.

"I'm sorry for everything. Y/N, I'm sorry for attacking you right away, not letting you explain yourself, and turning Steve against you.....I know what I did was so wrong. Deep down I knew I was fucking everything up but I couldn't stop myself. " Eddie voiced out. His eyes connected with Y/N's.

"Eddie, I just don't understand why it was so easy to believe I cheated on you guys. I've been loyal, supportive, and understanding of both of you! I would have believed you guys over anyone. But knowing you chose to believe random high schoolers over your girlfriend is fucked up. And I deserve a real explanation for that. I don't care if you knew you were wrong, it's the fact you continued to be an ass to me. I'm also disgusted by the fact you saw me as someone seeking to hurt Steve and that you felt the need to protect him. Protect him from his girlfriend? That's low." Y/N didn't plan to hold anything back. She spent night after night having her thoughts brewing over and over.

"you deserve an explanation. I need to be honest with both of you and myself. I acted out of insecurity and fear. I....heard the rumor and my first thought was I cannot let anyone know this would hurt me. It's fucked up, and I picked my pride over being vulnerable. I wanted to show I could be unaffected. That the relationship between you and I isn't what I depend on to be happy. But it is, and it's fucked up of me to find that embarrassing to admit. Because it's not. You and Steve make me so fucking happy and show me what love is about. I took all that for granted and tossed it aside like it wouldn't mean anything to me. Neither of you deserved that, and Y/N you didn't deserve to be treated like that. " Eddie took a deep breath before continuing.

"I also want to apologize to Steve, I wanted to protect you but all I did was hurt, everyone. I should have been mature and brought the topic up in a controlled way. I shouldn't have thrown it out in a fit of anger and I shouldn't have turned you against her before she even got home. I was wrong and I was wrong to both of you. I know I don't deserve another chance, I know I didn't give Y/N a fair chance, but I'd like to ask for another chance at being your boyfriend again." Eddie nervously looked between the both of them.

"Before we answer that, I'd like to apologize to Y/N also," Steve sighed out, facing her fully. " You are right, I should have thought for myself. We both know Eddie doesn't communicate well, and I was the only one in that situation that could have controlled the conversation and helped us out. I should have let you explain yourself. You're not Nancy and you've proved that. I also am guilty of letting my insecurities take over and ruining everything we built. I think I speak for Eddie and I when I say, if you give us this chance, we will prove our loyalty to you. And we will always communicate when our insecurities are taking control again. "

Y/N was happy to hear both boys being honest with themselves, admitting that their insecurities got too much and they panicked. It doesn't take away the hurt and damage, but it's a start to fixing everything.

"I appreciate both of you apologizing. Eddie, I'm hurt that you felt that your pride was more important than being vulnerable with me. But I like to hear that you know what's wrong and you are aware that was the wrong thing to do. I know you are trying Eds, and I don't expect you to know what to do all the time. You know you hurt me, and you knew it was on you to fix it. Thank you for taking responsibility for that. I will give you another chance, but I want you to work on your communication. We shouldn't count on Steve for all the communication between us. If you can prove to me that you are working on that, I'm happy for you to be my boyfriend again." She smiled at Eddie, his face breaking out into his smile.

She turned to Steve, a soft look in her eyes. " Thank you for apologizing as well. Thank you for knowing I am not Nancy and thinking over my words. I understand that your insecurities took over and I would also like for you to communicate that to me. I have faith that you can do that. I am also happy for you to be my boyfriend again." She smiled.

All three smiling at each other. Both boys understood they needed to back up their apologies, and show that they meant it.

Eddie knew that no one was ever going to make him as happy as his two partners do. He's lucky enough to have two people fall in love with him. He's safe with them. He can fall apart with them and know neither will judge him. He's flawed and that's okay.

Steve knew Y/N was her person and she was beautiful. She wasn't out to hurt him or Eddie. She just wanted to love them for who they are. Steve knew he needed to think for himself, and speak his thoughts if they happened to disagree with hers or Eddie's.

"Can I kiss you now?" Steve and Eddie asked at the same time, both boys chuckling to themselves as they stare at their girl across from them.

She giggled behind her hands, nodding her head.

"who's going first?" She joked. Knowing a fight was ahead of them.

"ME!" Eddie screamed, shoving Steve as he raced across the room.

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[antiyourwokehomophobia2]

Man, this pisses me off so bad. If you're a woman who relates more to males than other women, it's because you've decided to focus more on how you're different from other women rather than how you're like them. You will literally never have more in common with males, and males do not feel the same way about you. These cute little posts that you write about how you love males more than your fellow women? They do not write the same thing about you. They hate and mock you constantly. Anyone remember "Cis women need to shut up"

"As a cis woman, I agree"

"You need to shut up, specifically"

?

Yea, that's how they feel about you and your solidarity.

The difference between lesbians and trans women in female spaces is the fact that lesbians do not have high rates of violence. There is no group of women that outclass men in terms of violent tendencies. Trans women retain the rates of male violence that regular men do. I'm not saying you have to treat trans women like they're all violent beasts, but if you can't see why female people would be uncomfortable with male people in their spaces, you're either naive or genuinely unsympathetic towards the very real fear that women have of being subjected to male violence. You can't say trans women and lesbians are similar because, unlike males, there is no statistical evidence that lesbians are highly likely to take advantage of a woman. If it turned out that 98% of rapes were committed by lesbians, I would 1000% understand why straight women don't fucking want to be around me. Have some fucking empathy, holy fucking shit. Even if you are completely on board with trans women being in female spaces, at LEAST acknowledge that it makes sense for women to be concerned about who is allowed in their spaces. It's crazy how I could tell someone I have a fear of dogs because one bit me when I was a kid, and they'd put their sweet pooch up, but God forbid a woman be cautious around a demographic who commit 90% of all violent crime. Oh no. That woman is suddenly a terf bitch.

I have nothing in common with trans women. I don't care how much pain they have experienced. We are not the same. When I was twelve, I cried and I cried as I put my palms together to pray to a God I hoped would be able to take away my homosexuality. I didn't even grow up in a particularly homophobic family. Both of my parents were accepting of me, but I still sat in the dark of my room, tears streaming down my face, as I prayed to have my sexuality changed.

Two years later, one of my friends made a joke about me dressing to impress my crush. She said my crushes name---a feminine name. A girl sitting in earshot heard her, turned to me, and asked me with disgust if I was gay. I said no without even thinking about it. It absolutely did not help that we were in a locker room with other girls. I was aware of my sexuality by that point, but I was 14 and unable to hold my own against a girl looking at me like THAT. For a few weeks after that, that girl made comments about how she was "watching me".

I know pain, I know discomfort, I know what it's like to feel predatory. Seeing feminine women, especially if they're white, makes me feel like an alien. I look at them and think "how are we so different? I see none of myself in you."

Sometimes I'm right. Sometimes we're not similar at all. But guess what? That doesn't mean I'm similar to a straight male. Fucking hell, sometimes I'm not similar to other lesbians. That's completely normal. I think OP needs to read better work by cishet women. If you think that there is not a single piece of cishet female writing that can move you more than something written by a male, you're not looking in the right places at all. I don't understand why some LB women seem to think that the very act of someone being a straight woman makes them incapable of relatability. Of course it makes sense for you to be cautious. Lesbians deal with a lot of alienation and predatory feelings, but if the very ACT of a woman being cis and straight makes you feel like she has absolutely nothing in common with you...? The issue lies with you. YOU are the one othering THEM. Not the other way around. You're the one who has decided that a few cis straight women othering you means that they ALL will so you'd better beat them to the punch. You're the one who has decided that your relationship to womanhood is so astronomically different from straight women that nothing they say speaks to you. That's INSANE. Do you realize how much you have to alienate yourself from womanhood to feel more relatability with a male person than a female one? Idk how to tell you this, but it is highly probable that the most cis, most het woman you have ever met has had a period. It's highly likely she's been harassed by a man. It's highly likely she's been made to feel inferior by way of being born female. No, they can't relate to the experience of being a lesbian who is made to feel predatory for no reason, but to say that nothing a cis het woman says/experiences can move you at all? Nothing they say can make you feel like your experience with womanhood and hers are similar? Do you realize how you sound? "Trans women have been harassed by men and made to feel inferior, too!!" Okay! So you should be able to relate to cis women in the way you do trans women, right?

I told my discord server that I was nervous about my future roommates. I showed them photos and someone said "all this tells me is that they're feminine and white" and I literally think about that all of the time. I was projecting. I was so scared that these white, feminine, probably straight women were going to judge me for being a black lesbian that I didn't even realize that I was the one violently judging them based off of nothing but their skin color and their femininity. I knew nothing about them. I STILL know nothing about them. I've barely spoken to them. But already I had labeled them as unrelatable judgemental women because of how they looked. Hold on. Wasn't I the one afraid of them judging ME? How could I be so afraid of them judging me for being a black lesbian when I was the one judging them already? What sense does that make?

You guys are so busy writing off cis straight women as unrelatable bigots that you've failed to see that you're the one who is extremely prejudiced against them. And I absolutely fucking know someone is gonna read this and say "well, you can't say that all trans women have male violence patterns and dahdahdahdah" and it's like. But YOU can say that cis straight women are so unbelievably different from lesbian women that you'd rather say you're more similar to a straight up fucking male???

I'm not saying it's not a little jarring to see women who are so different from me. I'm not saying I haven't been burned before and there's no reason for me (or other lesbians) to be cautious. But I will literally ALWAYS have more in common with cishet women than I ever will a man pretending to be a woman.

One time I had a professor. She was on the older side (I'd say 40's) and white. Not the type of person I'd think I'd click well with. She was straight and married with children. One day we talked after class, and the only thing that ended our conversation was the fact she had an event she had to go to. We would've talked longer if not for that. She emailed me a little while later to tell me that she enjoyed our chat. After that, she actually hugged me on two occasions. You wouldn't think we'd have common ground. An older, straight, married white mother and a young black lesbian. Both of us are "cis" but I can tell you I relate to her much better than I ever could someone born male.

I once had a personal trainer who was a feminine woman. She had acrylic nails and everything. One time she said that she couldn't hug her male friends anymore because she had a boyfriend (he wasn't the one enforcing that rule. That was something she personally felt). Also not someone I thought I'd click well with. But we did. One time we had a really productive discussion that was actually derived from the conversation with my professor. I felt very close to her in that moment. Our conversation came to a close because she had another client, but I still think about that convo.

There have been so many fucking times where I thought "this woman is not like me. Look at her." But what I realized was that I was the judgmental one. I was the one deciding we were different, not her. I was the one writing her off. I was the one convinced we had nothing in common.

I am BEGGING you not to alienate your fellow women. There are no inherent traits that make you unable to relate to other women. No amount of whiteness or cisness or straightness can make a woman completely unreachable. I am NOT talking about political parties or views so don't fucking try me with that shit. Obviously that puts a wedge between people, but someone simply being born cis and het does not make them alien from you. For God's sake, look at the fucking MeToo movement. Women from all fucking backgrounds who share an experience that an unfortunate amount of women go through. Women from all different races, sexualities, etc. who came together to talk about how they've been subjected to sexual violence. Ellen degeneres was one of them. How does that fit into your "lesbians and cishet women cannot relate to each other" spiel?

OP's post has 130k notes and it makes me fucking sick. Holy crap y'all, we need more solidarity than this. Other women are not your enemy. I'm begging you to reconsider your approach to women who are different than you. You are missing out on people who can love and support you in a way that literally no male can. You are depriving yourself. Just because a few cishet women in the past alienated you, does not mean that you have to continue their legacy. Let it go. Everyone on earth can see you embracing your hatred of women, and you wonder why your fellow women never hug you? They fucking can't! Put your hatred down and make space for the love that comes with realizing that you absolutely are like other girls!

#You guys think you're so progressive but you're just in a woke version of not like other girls #Stop comparing lesbians to literal males #Jesus fucking Christ #I actually hate you guys so fucking much #I'm never telling anyone I'm gay every again bro #I hate all of you #I should've prayed to be asexual man #Maybe god would've taken me more seriously

[archiveikemen]

『 Dark If 』 Story Event: Epilogue

Jude Jazza

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❥･• Warnings and FAQ

Note: This epilogue is a continuation of the Premium END story.

And so, Sleeping Beauty fell asleep for 100 years due to her curse.

She was awakened by a true love’s kiss from a prince, and they lived happily ever after. —

Kate: … I wasn’t kissed by a prince.

I muttered while recalling a passage from the original story of Sleeping Beauty I read back in England.

Ellis: What’s the matter?

Kate: Ah, it’s nothing, just… did my father or any soldiers try breaking into this castle while I was asleep?

Upon waking up, I was informed that my father had passed away while I was asleep.

His passing weighed on my heart for some time, because I felt that I was unfilial for not being there during his final days.

However, I was able to better cope with my feelings after paying a visit to his grave

Besides… I had to be considerate of Jude, who cursed me and took me away from my father, and was still hated and greatly feared 100 years later by the entire country.

(I don’t want to make him regret saving me.)

That was why I never asked for any details on the matter, but it suddenly started troubling me again lately.

Ellis: Ahh… come to think of it, I think I remember something like that happening.

Ellis: I drove them all away under Jude’s instructions.

Kate: What…?

Ellis: I did try my best to have them leave as unharmed as possible.

Ellis: But it seems that the ones who came while I was away were flayed by Jude and thrown out.

Ellis: Some of them were even left hanging outside for a while.

It was possible that all the princes who attempted to get to me were defeated by the fairy of the thorn castle and his assistant, the thorn.

(In order for this world to have a happy ending…)

(Perhaps someone from this world has to kiss me to wake me up from my sleep.)

“There is something missing in this world” — those words had been bothering me for a while.

(But…)

(If I have to kiss someone other than Jude… I'd rather this world remain twisted.)

Kate: … Thank you for protecting me.

Ellis: Nah, don’t mention it.

Jude: You haven’t paid for that service yet.

Kate: ! Welcome back, Jude.

My heart instantly started racing the moment I heard that voice.

I sprang up from the couch and ran to Jude.

Jude: You don't have to come sprinting towards me every single time. What are you, a dog?

Jude muttered dismissively and sat down on the couch.

It had been a few months since I woke up from my sleep, and I was still very much in love with him.

Kate: … I can’t help it when I miss you so much.

Jude: Yeah, yeah, how nice.

The way Jude treated me was as though I were a little girl.

(... I want him to see me as a grown woman.)

(Could it be that he thinks the difference between our mental ages is too big, because I was asleep for 100 years…?)

I still wore the collar he gave me back when we first met.

He told me that I could take it off whenever I wanted, because it wasn’t really something that could blow my head off.

But I found joy in the thought that this collar connected me to him in some way, so I couldn't bring myself to remove it.

…

— On nights when I had difficulty falling asleep, I would sneak into Jude’s study.

(These piles of books… they were all for finding a cure to my illness.)

While I did find Jude’s spiteful nature endearing, I yearned for him to look at me beyond my illness and as a person.

(I wonder if right now, Jude only sees me as nothing more than free labour and someone who’s repaying a debt they owe him.)

(I mean, of course I’m genuinely trying to be helpful towards him as I promised to and I’m more than happy to help, but…)

(I’m asking for too much, aren’t I? This just isn’t nearly enough for me.)

A suffocating feeling of hopelessness overwhelmed me.

(... This room smells like Jude.)

The love overflowing in my heart was making my body throb and heat up.

Kate: Jude…

I touched my lips.

(I don’t need a prince to kiss me. But…)

Kate: … Will you finally notice me… if we kiss?

Jude: I was just thinking it's admirable that you’re holed up in the study night after night to read…

Jude: What kind of dirty thoughts are you having, pervert?

Kate: …!?

I whipped my head around to see Jude leaning against the door with a mocking smile.

(Jude!? W-When did he come into the study…)

Kate: E-Erm, I was uhh…

Jude: What? Feeling frustrated?

His disgusted remark made my face turn bright red.

I bit my lip tightly in frustration, feeling as though I had just been chided for doing something indecent.

Kate: If you say so… then yes, I am.

Kate: But… it doesn’t mean that I want just anyone to think of me that way or touch me.

Jude narrowed his amethyst eyes and stared at me intently.

Jude: … You sound like you're saying that you’re horny for me.

Kate: … That’s exactly what I’m saying.

Even if it would make him dislike having me around or hate my entire being, I wanted to come clean about my feelings for him.

Kate: It bothers me that I’m only being thought of as a labourer working to repay a debt.

Jude: — Just a labourer?

He had remained unfazed until now, but upon hearing those words — Jude’s facial expression stiffened and his eyebrows twitched.

Jude: … You really don’t get it at all.

Kate: What…?

Jude hooked his long finger under my collar.

Kate: … ah…

His fingertip coming into contact with my skin sent a sweet tremble through my body that had been throbbing with need ever since he entered the room.

He pulled on the collar, bringing my face closer to his.

Jude: Do you think I’ll spend 100 years finding a cure to an incurable illness, just to save the life of someone I don’t see as anything more than labourer?

Jude: Are you looking down on me?

Kate: ah… ugh.

I felt a pain in my back as I was pressed against a bookshelf.

He let go of my collar and held my wrists together—

There was a soft touch on my neck, at the spot where the needle pierced me.

(Huh…?)

The moment I realised that it was Jude’s lips, my entire body started pulsating.

Kate: ah… aah…

His teeth grazed on my skin and he bit down on it like he wanted to slowly instil the pain.

(Did Jude just… bite me…?)

I felt my body go numb and it was as if my legs were about to give way.

Jude pushed his leg in between my knees, preventing me from falling.

Jude: … Before you fell asleep, I said this to you.

Jude: I said that, because it's you, I would never let you die.

The gaze from his gleaming amethyst eyes staring down at me became harsh.

Jude: I must've phrased that wrong.

Jude: It’s precisely because it’s YOU, I didn't let you escape me just like that.

Kate: Jude…

I was so happy that I wanted him to touch me, kiss me, and look at me as soon as possible.

Jude looked down at me mockingly.

Jude: Oh, but I’m not going to kiss you or anything more than that.

Kate: … Why not?

Jude: You kept me waiting for 100 years — it’s not fair to me if I so easily give you what you want.

Jude: As much as possible, I’ll make you feel impatient, frustrated, and miserable.

Jude: Knowing how persistent you are, 100 years will be nothing, right?

Kate: — You’re awful…!

Jude: Hah… I could say the same thing about you.

It was miserable and painful, my body wouldn't stop throbbing.

The heat from craving for him like mad was messing with my thoughts.

(I don’t need a prince to kiss me.)

(Nor do I need a happy ending, or to return to my original world.)

Even if this bittersweet pain he gave me was making me feel miserable — to me, that was the best form of happiness.

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[synintheraven]

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary: you finally find Ivarr Ragnarsson and a cup of ale gives an unexpected turn of events between the two of you.

✵tw: mentions of violence, mentions of alcohol, drinking, other than that lots of fluff :p

✵word count: 1,3k

characters info | part five

The sun was hiding behind clouds and a thin layer of snow covered the hills around us. It was cold, the wind crawled under my clothes and a shiver climbed my spine as their eyes were on me.

We had just arrived to Repton, yet the little army under Ivarr and Ubba's command was far more cautious than that of Tamworth. And as their famously reckless Lord stood proud before us, the rabid dogs followed close behind.

There were no children, no wives. Only soldiers dressed in mail, their Lord's most trusted hounds.

—And what of her? Is she your gift to me? —Ivarr asked almost too proud of himself and I was ready to bite back, but Sihtric was quicker to answer.

—She’s my woman. —He said. I frowned, his words still echoing in my head.

—Slave girl? —The Ragnarsson grinned, his eyes fixed on my expression. —Either that or she hates your cock.

Sihtric then gave me a strange look, his hand finding its way along my back and stopping where my butt joined my back, pulling me awkwardly closer to his side. —We’re just tired, it was a long journey from Theotford.

Surprisingly, he seemed to bite on Sihtric’s lie, while I pictured myself with a knife going through the Dane's throat.

—So, why are you here? Guthrum isn’t treating his hounds right?

—We got word that a son of Ragnar had taken Repton, so we thought to serve a true dane lord was better than to follow a stupid man to his defeat.

We knew nothing about Guthrum; not the colour of his banner nor the look of the man’s face. But it was easy to make up a lie when the man himself wasn’t there to deny it, though in truth Guthrum would’ve embraced us as his warriors as long as we looked like Danes.

Ivarr was hesitant, like dry weeds waiting on a spark to set ablaze. Yet he welcomed the fire, not afraid to get burnt.

—Ha! —He said loudly, his gaze studying me with curiosity as he crossed his arms. —And you, woman? Can you fight? Or are you only here to please this pretty warrior? —He finished as he looked at Sihtric, but he was out of words.

—The son of Ragnar wants me to teach him how to use his axe? —I snapped back happily, but my man, the one I wasn’t aware I had, was concerned about Ivarr’s deadly stare.

—I love sassy bitches, you can stay. —He smiled widely, as the men around us joined their lord with a grin. —Same for you, pretty boy.

Everything was blurry; the candles provided the room with a gloomy light and the flickering flames made the shadows around us deeper than they really were, like if whole territories hid among that darkness.

It made me wonder about the unknown, all that is hidden from plain sight but lurks in the blackness of the night. The wild beasts, the magic creatures, and all else that is hidden to us mortals.

I could hear the voices from the drunken warriors around me, their laughter, their joy after a succesful battle. The sound of wooden jars and metal clashing as they celebrated with ale, their harsh steps on the floor.

I was hearing Sihtric as he talked, telling me one more time stories about all his battles, all he had conquered to get here, to England. All about the raids: priceless treasures, gold-filled chests and wealthy norse fools ready to give everything up if only to escape an unneccesary fight, all that he'd managed to steal for himself after years of serving under Yggr's banner.

I watched as he wrapped his hands around the mug and a puddle of ale drenched the linen around his arms, yet he didn't seem to care. A tattoo showed from under his sleeve, an interesting shape playing in the shadow and hiding from the candle light. He simply kept on talking, ever proud and happy about his stories, his life.

Maybe it was the ale, maybe there was something in the air that night, but his words sounded funny in my ears. He was explaining how he once cut off a man's hand with an axe: the splatter of blood, the horror in that man's voice as he screamed out of pain. But all I could hear was a mumble, his attempt at sounding coherent while the ale made its way through his throat.

And so, I laughed. Sihtric's response was to look at me with a frown, then proceeded to burst out laughing with me.

He suddenly stopped and went completely quiet, worrying me for a moment that perhaps I was the reason of such a sudden change in his reaction, though nothing about his glare betrayed whatever was going on inside the man's head.

A young girl walked in our direction, trying hard to avoid Sihtric's eyes. She was skinnier than the others, with skin as white as snow and several bruises dyeing the flesh around her neck, making it no surprise that she was so afraid of the drunken warriors surrounding her. But she was there to serve drinks and so she would.

Her trembling hands made their best to hold the jar firmly and fill his cup, avoiding eye contact with the fearsome man before me. Yet when she was done and ready to escape, his hand wrapped around her wrist.

For whatever reason, I felt as if fire burnt inside of me; but I couldn't recall what was causing such a feeling, nor could I stop myself from standing up, as if something else was controlling my body.

—You're too pretty to be working at this stinking alehouse. —He said while pulling her closer, watching as the poor girl's panic intensified. —There's nothing to fear, woman, wouldn't you rather be with me than serving all these bastards?

There was a glimpse of a smile on his face, despite the terror in her eyes. He was a good man, for a drunken fool, and would've easily let her go if asked to: but that's not what those women were used to around there, so she was desperately looking for a way out.

So I took his mug in my own hand, spilling all its content on the floor. And his confused reaction was priceless.

—You better have a real good reason for that bullshit, y/n. —He stood up, freeing the girl's wrist, though she was still too frightened by him to go away.

—You're trying to hump some random girl and expect me to act as if I didn't care? —I asked with pride in my voice, though struggling to figure out what those words were supposed to mean.

He frowned again, probably trying to remain offended but failing miserably as a silly smile appeared on his face.

—We're supposed to be together, don't you remember, my love? —My words made no sense, yet they seemed sufficient for him, even if Ivarr and Ubba were too far from us to hear anything we were saying.

—Right! —His eyes widened up and he quickly took a step further from the girl, resting his hand on the messy table. —It's just that I'm so in love with you and to touch you would mean to ruin your pure beauty.

To this day I still don't quite remember what happened that night, nor do I recall when did the scared girl left us and ran back to the owner of that shithole of an alehouse. But I do, however, remember how he started to laugh mid-lie and looked down on his empty mug, only to remember I was the cause of it.

—Or perhaps my dear husband struggles to use his plow sword with his beloved wife. —I snarled back and once again he let out a noisy laugh then went quiet when he realized I had meant no compliment by that.

—Are you challenging me? —He asked with a playful smirk, leaning closer as I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled my fingers on his hair.

My heart was beating hard: surprised at the shiver running through my body as I felt his skin on the tip of my fingers. And, for the first time since I’ve met him, something about his gaze felt different.

The candle light reflected on his face, his brown eye looking warm and inviting while the other side was ever bright, sea waters dancing within his eye.

His breath smelt of ale and his hands were getting a little too comfortable around my waist, but that didn’t stop me from reaching for his lips; even as he teased me, pressing the tip of his nose to my cheek, but avoiding my touch.

Sihtric’s kiss was full of warmth and necessity, feeling as his hands roughly pressed me onto his body. So I gave in.

#sihtric x you #sihtric kjartansson x you #sihtric kjartansson x reader #sihtricxyou #sihtricxreader #sihtric x reader #sihtric fanfiction #sihtric fic #sihtric kjartansson fic #sihtric kjartansson fanfiction #tlk fanfiction #the last kingdom fanfiction #my writing #SORRY forgot to post it earlier hehe

[seuonji]

QUICK QUESTION!!!! (im asking like a bunch of carats so-) rate svt on a scale from 1 to 13 where 1 is husband material, 7/8 is bf material and 13 is bestie material.

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from aya: OMG?? thanks for asking this!! I LOVE THIS IT SOUNDS SO FUN. okay actually ive talked about this with my friend and i was so passionate lol. ngl i find all of them husband material.

i’m sorry if these don’t make sense. i have the worst stomach ache in the world…

also a lot of these may have been influenced because i’ve seen some of them with children but..anyways.

aya’s standards: funny, sweet. should be a bit mean.

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1, MINGHAO. girlll the the way he said its his wifes choice on how many kids she wants because its her body</3 husband MATERIAL. in general he’s just so sweet, gentle and passionate and he can cook??? also he’s kinda mean and brutally honest. recently i’ve realised i want someone like that.

2, joshua. there’s smt about him that screams husband. the gentleness but joker type, he’s someone i want to come home to.

3, seungcheol he’s actually my husband alr so. i want him for him ofc he’s just the sweetest and he’d definitely treat you right i love him sm, someone i want to come home to as well. we both have dogs, we both literally parent the same kid it would work so well<3 but idk if i can handle the sulking that’s why he’s not number 1</3

4, jeonghan, responsible, trusting, reliable. he’s husband. like i feel like he’s someone that you’ll have so much fun with especially in the long term sense.

5, seungkwan IS HUSBAND TYPE AND PEOPLE DONT TALK ABOUT IT ENOUGH. he can cook, he has great humour and he looks husband. i love the way he is.

6, jun husband quality, someone i would want to wake up to and we’d have fun together. he’s good with kids and he’s just silly + he’d be so nice. also he reminds me of a crush i had when i was younger.

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7, vernon. i have this crush on vernon idk what it is but i have a huge crush on him. he’d be a great boyfriend but he’s also someone i’d admire from afar.

8, seokmin urhhehrh he’s husband type but also he has such first love feels? i’d be super in love with him but it just didn’t work out💀??

9, jihoon actually he should be higher on the list because i’ve always found him funny but it was only recently he started to like going out and as someone that loves going out he’s definitely leaning to husband type. but rn he feels like a boyfriend you learn so much with.

10, chan. he’s someone i’d be so curious in dating. would probably be a boyfriend that made me really happy.

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11, soonyoung HED BE SUCH A GOOD BOYFRIEND. but even better as a best friend—we’re both so loud i’d want him to be my hype man or smt. he’s a bit like me and i’ve dated someone like me i didn’t really enjoy it, i preferred them more as a friend😭

12, wonwoo…idk maybe it’s the fact he reminds me of half of my situationships. but that isn’t to say i’d hate to date him. he’s a green flag amongst all and he’s someone i can see myself going to for like a nice chat with.

13, mingyu. i know y’all are gonna hate me for his placement but like. i want him to be my best friend so bad😭😭😭 like a guy that can listen, he’d cook you a meal when you’re feeling down

thanks for listening.

#💭aya’s current concern #🗯socialising!? #🤍!✌🏾anon

[supersources]

interview with the vampire (2022):  episode 5,  a vile hunger for your hammering heart. tw:  murder, death, abuse, violence, blood, strong language, all vampire things.

* i can't die like this!

* let my dog live.

* it's a kill list in a teenager's handwriting.

* i'm trying to think of something more fucked up than this.

* they'll scale the sides of this building, force their way inside and paint the walls with his blood.

* don't look down on them, look in the mirror.

* he's an opinionated young man, he lives to share these opinions even when they are not solicited.

* what does he taste like?

* i didn't ask that.

* you were thinking it.

* he tastes like honey and pineapple, he stuffs himself for days before he offers himself to me. would you like to sample?

* i care for him more than he cares for himself.

* stay out of my head.

* you wouldn't find the corroboration you're seeking even if you could. we burned, we buried. and a convention city is not motivated to advertise grim statistics.

* i know what i'd do, but you've cut my hands off.

* don't do that, it's private.

* what night is it?

* i couldn't hear you over the tugboat.

* a whole lot of concern has been wasted on you these past months.

* did you read my other ones?

* well, you better hope and pray you taught me how to clean up good.

* you gonna let him do this to me?!

* i've read some passages out loud, i'm afraid. hurtful words for both of your guardians.

* i buried them, okay?! way out of town! nothing out there for miles, no one's ever gonna find them except maybe criminals burying bodies of their own.

* i'm never gonna forget what happened here. i hate you.

* get out of my room!

* you want money?

* i mean, it's always a straight line with you. yes, i am asking for your support in my campaign.

* sounds like there's a maniac on the loose.

* don't be too startled if the police come knocking on your door.

* i was in the middle of cleaning when they knocked.

* you often leave your daughter alone with access to illegal spirits?

* that's my daughter's room!

* oh, i'm getting ready for bed!

* have you lost your goddamn mind? overnight, in a jail cell, with no coffin. we all be dead by morning.

* we do not bring souvenirs into the house!

* so much wine in his blood... and beer, and whisky.

* you wanted her, you fix her!

* do you remember our life, how happy we were before her? an anvil tied around our ankles, pulling us towards the pitch-black ocean floor.

* who am i supposed to love?

* how are you gonna fix it, huh? which one of you is gonna fuck me?

* well, you're not my type, i like a fuller figure.

* if you could find other vampires, which you won't, they would shred you to strips because you are built like a bird, because you are a mistake.

* how about you shut the fuck up?

* he treats us like shit and you take it! why is that?

* you, as cruel as the devil ever made, to refuse me one love when you got two!

* i've been entertaining myself.

* i'll kill her soon.

* don't run off...

* why did you take me home? why not a hospital? maybe i'd have a handsome husband by now, or he'd be plain with a good disposition. that'd be fine too. i'd be sweeping floors, making dinners, nursing babies. maybe i'd go to church... you think on that some.

* i had no words for her, what words were there? "it all happened so fast", "i was trying to save you"... "all vampires are born out of trauma."

* poor dear. she wasn't held enough in between ritualistic murders.

* look, charlie manson wrote a couple of beautiful songs. still, he was charlie manson.

* is that all you think of her?

* it won't matter what your intentions are... it's the world out there right now.

* once you put it out there, they decide what it is. it can get away from you.

* i won't have her exploited.

* keep reading.

* keep talking.

* assume we are under suspicion. assume our finances no longer provide us protection.

* make your kills outside of the city, one a night. no persons of note... unfortunates, undesirables.

* we should leave the city, start anew, turn a betrayal into an opportunity. new york, chicago, los angeles...

* we should dismantle her room.

* she'll be back.

* there would be no roaring twenties for us.

* we were underground for seven years.

* (name), come home. i know i hurt you. i know i can make it right again.

* little girl... i'm talking to you. now what were you doing in the library? you're not allowed in there.

* i don't talk to strangers.

* you can read?

* just as i thought, a little thief. you're coming with me.

* what are you gonna do after that? after you turn her in, after it makes you feel like a big man, what's your next move, you think?

* you're not allowed to ride one of those on campus.

* this is our school, where is your fighting pride?

* you hungry?

* flaubert's style is so dense. the absence of metaphor is so striking...

* should we make it a night of the two?

* you sound like every pompous sorbonne student i've ever eaten.

* should i do it like you instead? read the first ten pages of every book and pass myself off as cultured?

* well, at least you're listening. i sit there thinking "light yourself on fire, see if he'll notice."

* you draw me into your gloom.

* it's your fault she's gone. if you hadn't pushed her...

* i cannot listen to this insanity about (name) one more time.

* i got to hear my own funeral. only couple dozen people showed up, most didn't have much to say. started talking about the weather a few minutes in.

* poor fella digging my grave lies resting on the family plot.

* what was he like, your maker?

* it ain't like that, he's more like a dad.

* oh, now there's three of us.

* got me wondering what it'd be like, ride with others, hunt in a pack. a little fang gang.

* you got a name?

* you don't kill like a (name), you kill like a killer.

* there are four pages torn out... did she tear them out? didn't seem like something she would do...

* when you do that, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question all of the other shit you're shovelling my way.

* don't ask again.

* it could be her, but i'm the one who is presently standing in front of you.

* so, if my considerable considerables continue to be squandered...

* hello? oh, sorry... no, it's good to hear your voice.

* we're headed north... crash cleaned us out. and don't offer, 'cause i'm not asking.

* you look good.

* don't need that either, (name). or... whatever you are that took my (name).

* i prayed myself old, begging what to do about you. god never talked back, so... this is how it has to be, for me, for my family. you understand?

* i've come to apologize, i put you both in a bad spot. i wasn't right in my head... i am now.

* apology not accepted.

* so, quick stop home to do laundry before you fuck off for good?

* perused a few folklore anthologies and now you're going to cross the ocean to take on a society of monsters?

* if what i've read is lies, then tell me what's true.

* seven years and what's changed other than you need a housekeeper?

* the vampires out there are vicious... oh, but you know that already. who did you meet out there?

* that's it, keep 'em scared. that's his way.

* we took her life from her. we cursed her.

* come with me! come with me, (name)!

* i thought i could live without you but i was wrong.

* his love is a small box he keeps you in. don't stay in it!

* a thousand nights of sulking, and the first sight of her you're just gonna up and leave me?!

* please, come with me! let's be vampires worthy of your love!

* i fought myself a million times, fought my nature, controlled my temper... i never once harmed you.

* let him go... he didn't do nothing. it's me you want.

* i have patiently waited in vain for you to love me as i love you. just say it... i'm never going to love you. it would help me a great deal to hear that from your lips... your quivering, hateful lips.

* let go of me.

* anything for you.

#rp meme #rp starters #rp prompts #sentence starters #inbox meme #inbox starters #rp ask meme #starter prompt #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #askbox meme #askbox prompt #ask meme #sentence prompts #mine: prompts.

[vpalmersfootballgloves]

yellowjackets 205 thoughts

unlike javi, i dont know how to keep my thoughts to myself. spoilers below

first and foremost, HAPPY LESBIAN INDEPENDENCE DAY.

THE GAY ASS VHS STORE, THE DOUGHNUT SPRINKLES ALL OVER THE COUNTER, THE SKATEBOARD, THE IGNORED DUES, VAN BEING OFFICIAL GAY MENTOR OF OHIO. adult van cold open, i used to pray for you.

HAPPY WIFE HAPPY LIFE. taivan lives for another day!!!!! when they interlocked their fingers together, i whooped so loud my building collapsed

tai forever down bad and fucking whipped for van? just like me fr

the boob pen backstory?? TAIVAN SHENANIGANS AT SHAUNA'S WEDDING??? IM SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING FINANCIALLY BACKING AO3 USERS TO WRITE THIS PLOT RN....

tai being concerned over van's health..... tai admitting she's afraid she'll hurt van... van visibly hurting from tai admitting she loves her and moving past the hurt to be unbiasedly present for someone she cares so deeply for

tai in van's clothes !!!! tai sleeping on van's couch!!!! tai watching tv with van!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"maybe you don't have to be dying to have regrets" on god taissa, you have a dead dog, a sleeping problem, a wife in the icu and a child probably in child protection services. like i understand you its van but on god bestie you need help.

van cute as HELL for arguing with POP CULTURE REFERENCES.

fugue tai kissing van and van not backing off - she's down horrendous too i fear

side note jasmin looked so fucking good in this episode. god. like GOD.

and now the rest of the episode

never gonna get the mari hate, she's on a mission to be a Bitch to Everyone and it's funny as fuck TO ME!!!

akilah's determination to live and all the ways she's trying to preserve her humanity (caring for a mouse, studying for the SATs) is going to make her death hurt so much.

randy goofy as hell trying to pass off hand lotion as semen. shauna goofier than him for not checking. MUST MISTY BE THE ONLY INSANE OVERTHINKER AROUND TO COVER UP EVERYONES CRIMES IN NEW JERSEY????

pedo cop broke the weirdo-meter when he breached every law of the land and law of decency when he entered without a warrant and sniffed someone's potentially used condom

once again, i hope the milf avengers (or at least shauna) kill pedo cop. like hands shaking, skin peeling and everything.

jeff showing clear displeasure over the inappropriateness of his teen daughter being manipulated by a Grown Adult in a Position of Power rather than the risk of shauna being caught.... dad of the Fucking Year. this is a jeff sadecki defense household.

also shauna only asking callie about the cop's age after jeff's display of concern is actually very concerning...

callie being so happy she pleased shauna... can everyone with mommy issues please stand up?

fuck travis. nobody treats nat like that

javi only speaking to coach ben because he didnt participate in the jackie fruit festival... the gay ally i didnt expect

personally, i believe that fugue tai is a prominent candidate for antler queen and unless jackie can summon both snowstorms and physical form, fugue tai is javi's friend.

RIP KRISTEN YOU WOULD'VE LOVED HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL. IM SO SORRY YOU DIED IN A CESSPOOL OF EVERYONE'S SHIT.

the lottiemistynat love triangle continues. natalie fucking ace for bagging two women who would do anything for her.

#i have Long Thoughts on the oxycodone - which i need time to process and figure out better words for. #yellowjackets spoilers #rambles #yellowjackets #yj #yellowjackets meta

[bi-bard]

Grounding - Will Graham Imagine (Hannibal)

Title: Grounding

Pairing: Will Graham X Reader

Word Count: 1,660 words

Warning(s): mentions of Will's instability (this poor ma just needed some genuine help)

Summary: (Season 1) (Y/n) needed to talk to someone about their feelings for Will. After speaking with Alana, (Y/n) feels like there are too many risks in expressing an interest in Will. He doesn't agree with that assessment.

Author's Note: I... love Will Graham. I will continue writing about him until everyone loves him as much as I do.

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"Hey, Alana," I jogged over to her, falling into step with her. "Can we talk about something?"

"Sure," she nodded.

I pointed toward an empty office. She followed me, letting me shut the door behind her.

"What's going on?"

"I just... I need to say this out loud so it isn't sitting in the back of my mind while I'm working."

"I don't know if that's gonna-"

"Let me believe it," I cut her off. She held her hands up. I paused as I pulled myself together.

"Hey," she touched my arm. "Nothing leaves this room."

"I think I'm in love with Will," I spit out.

Her eyes went wide for a moment. She slowly nodded.

"Sorry-"

"No, no need to apologize," she promised. "That's a big deal."

"I know," I replied.

"I... Can I give you a professional opinion?"

"That's never a good way for a talk to start," I said.

"Will isn't... Will might not be in a position where a relationship would be healthy," she tried to word it as carefully as she could, but I knew what she was referring to.

"I understand," I nodded.

"(Y/n)-"

"I know," I cut her off. "He has nightmares. He gets into the minds of killers for a living, which only fuels the nightmares. He has a lot of trouble with physical touch and eye contact. He has some kind of abandonment issues that probably led to an avoidant attachment style. That's why he takes in more stray dogs than he has friends. Hate to break it to you, Alana, but I studied psychology too. I understand the risks here."

"If you two end up together-"

"There's a chance of us becoming codependent, I know," I stopped her. "I... I don't know what I'm going to do."

"You need to wait for him to heal, " she sighed.

"Yeah, I know."

I ran a hand over my face.

"Anyway," I felt a lump growing in my throat as I tried to blink away any tears, "I just wanted to get that off my chest but thank you for that. Not like I had already been anxious about that exact thing."

"(Y/n)-"

"I'll talk to you later."

I walked out of the room, going to walk down the hall. I saw Will looking at a file as he walked down the hall, so I quickly turned around and walked the other way.

I had managed to work through the day without focusing on Will. It wasn't until that night that I got a phone call from him.

"Hey, what's up," I asked.

"I... found another dog," he confessed. I almost chuckled. He sounded like a guilty child. "He has a collar, but it's late and cold, so I took him in for the night. He's now hiding under my bed, and I wanted to see if maybe he was quicker to trust you."

"Why me?"

"I don't know," he muttered. "You're just trustworthy, I guess."

I grinned and closed my eyes for a moment.

"Okay," I said after a moment. "I'll be there in a bit."

"Thank you."

When I made it to the house, Will was waiting outside.

"Hey," I waved as I walked over. He waved back. "Where's the baby?"

He chuckled, "Under the bed, tucked against the wall."

I nodded and walked inside.

I walked over and laid on my stomach on the floor. I saw a little puppy curled by the wall, shaking.

"Hello," I said quietly. I slowly pushed my hand forward. "Hi. How are you, baby?"

I looked over when Will laid on the ground next to me.

"Don't crowd too close," I warned, turning to the puppy. "Don't wanna overwhelm him."

Will nodded and scooted back a little bit.

"Hi, puppy doggy," I said softly. I held my free hand out to Will. "Give me one of the dog treats."

"I tried to lure him-"

"Will."

He sighed and handed me the treat.

"Here you go," I held a small piece of the treat out to the puppy. "Are you hungry, puppy?"

The dog started sniffing in the direction of the treat. I laid the first piece down on the floor before breaking off another piece and scooting back a little bit.

Soon, the dog had slowly crawled out from under the bed.

"Hello," I said, offering the last piece of the treat. I let the dog sniff my hand before I pet him lightly. "You're a sweetheart."

I carefully picked up the dog and he stayed calm.

"What a good puppy," I muttered.

Will carefully reached over and let the puppy sniff his hand.

"You've got a gift," he said.

I chuckled, "I had treats."

"I had treats," he corrected. "You performed a miracle."

"Will Graham believes in miracles," I pretended to be shocked. "Learn new things every day."

He chuckled and looked down.

"I think the other dogs are making him nervous."

"Yeah, I set up the little laundry room for him for the night," Will pointed over to it. "Puppy pads, food, water, and a few towels as a bed. I was just going to keep checking on him every now and then."

"All night?"

"I don't sleep much anyway," he shrugged.

Will helped me stand up without putting down the puppy.

Once we got the dog situated, Will offered me something to drink.

"I'm alright," I shook my head.

"Please," he said. "I dragged you out here. Let me make sure you didn't waste the drive."

"Fine, fine," I nodded. "Tea, please. I've gotta drive."

"The only reason I keep tea in the house is for you," he explained, walking over to his cabinet.

"Oh? You don't drink it?"

"No," he shook his head. "But I know you like it, so I keep it around."

I grinned at his back, "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he turned back to me and leaned against the counter.

We both fell silent. I looked around the kitchen. This house always felt too big for Will. The dogs owned the main lounge area, but the rest of it just felt like it was waiting for Will to be comfortable there.

"You're worrying about me," Will noted.

"When am I not," I asked. "You due to try and avoid all my questions."

"I'm fine."

I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, I wouldn't believe me either," he sighed, looking down for a moment.

"Anything you wanna talk about," I pushed. "Work? Your therapy with Hannibal? Anything?"

He shook his head as he looked at me. Something seemed to shift. Something in his eyes was just different. I tried to pretend I didn't notice it.

"Are you sure?"

There was something. I could almost sense it.

He started taking steps toward me, "No..."

"What," I asked.

"I've... I've started having dissociative episodes," he explained. "I'm missing time, but apparently I look like I'm just fine."

"Any particular situations? Like is there something around you triggering it?"

"I don't know. I don't think so."

He was standing directly in front of me. I chose to try to ignore it, as out of character as it seemed.

"Maybe you should find some kind of anchor," I continued, trying to ignore how close we were. "Something that you can do or have that'll kind of drag you back into the moment? Something grounding."

He nodded, seeming to half-listen as his eyes bounced to different parts of my face.

He leaned in, merely a few inches from me, "Maybe that can be you."

He went to close the gap between us. I stepped back as soon as his lips brushed mine. I looked around the room, wanting to focus on anything other than him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"No, no," I shook my head. "Don't apologize. Please don't apologize."

I ran my hands over my face. I had a million thoughts running through my head. Everything Alana and I had talked about and everything that had happened over the last few weeks.

"I... I can't be the thing that grounds you," I tried to find a way to explain this without sounding like a dick. "I just... I can't. Relying on me like that is only going to end up hurting you."

Will nodded, looking at the ground.

"I want to support you, but I can't be your only anchor, Will."

"I know," he replied.

"I... I really do like you, Will," I said. "A lot. I just don't want to put you in a place to be disappointed. I need you to understand that."

I stepped forward and cupped the sides of his face.

"I understand," he promised, holding my hands in place. "I just want you."

I let out a breath.

He moved my hands from his face so he could rest his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes.

"Please," he muttered.

I leaned in and gently kissed him. My hands moved to grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer. Any hesitation, any pause, any argument about why I should've avoided this was just gone. All that was there was us.

I grinned against his lips when his hands grabbed my sides.

I didn't pull away until I was running out of breath. Will slowly opened his eyes and grinned at me. I let out a breathy chuckle as I looked at my hands. I slowly let go of my grip on his shirt and fixed it, laughing a little at myself.

"I love you," Will said quietly.

I looked back at his face. His eyes were still trained on my face.

"I love you too, Will," I replied.

We stood in silence for a little while longer.

"Will you stay here tonight," he asked. "Please."

I nodded, kissing his cheek lightly, completely forgetting about my lack of any change of clothes.

It was all worth it. Everything that was happening, everything that could happen. It was all worth it. Because we were happy and that's what mattered.

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#hannibal x reader #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal imagine #will graham x reader #will graham fanfiction #will graham imagine #imagine #fanfiction #x reader

[jesse-cromeans-sugarbaby]

Rusty Nail x Reader. She is the younger sister to Lewis and Fuller Thomas. And she is candy cane? Maybe Fuller makes her be the one to mess with Rusty since she is a female? After she hesitantly starts talking to him on the radio, instead of rusty wanting it to be a fling he kinda hoped he could actually get to know her. So he kinda gets sad when he gets set up but also mad at the brothers cause he doesn’t want to blame her for tricking him. Joel this makes well enough since.

Ask and you shall receive

Gruesome love

RUSTY/FEM!READER

Warnings: mentions of blood, death, Guns, slight gore, unwanted smelling, kidnapping,reader is scared y’all..fluff? I made this kinda dark..

Sighing softly, I leaned your head on the window of the car. The boys have been making me want to pull out my hair. They wouldn’t stop bickering. I don’t think I could take another second of them arguing. Thank god fullers distracted with the ham radio

Fuller has been fucking with it the entire ride. Asking stupid questions and acting like a fool. Suddenly he turns around to face me. Raising a brow, I know that look…ugh. “Sooo lil sis you wanna help your big bro prank some horny truckers?” Shaking your head. “No, I’d rather hang myself” I say before shooting him the finger. “Please..I’ll buy you your favourite snack for a whole year!” ”you can’t even keep yourself out of jail..” you deadpan. He slaps his hand on his chest, “oh you wound me” rolling your eyes at his childish antics. Glancing out the window I look at the dry land surrounding us.Turning your head to look back at him you see he’s giving you his best” puppy dog eyes”.

Slapping his head I know he won’t shut up til I do. “Alright alright..don’t blow a blood vessel” he cheers and shakes Lewis, he just slaps fuller off him. Handing me the radio I frown, maybe I shouldn’t do it. Sighing I speak into the radio.

“Hello..this is candy cane…?” Imumbled fuller looks at me waiting for me to speak some more, but you can’t think of anything. Suddenly you hear someone speak over the radio. “Candy cane..” gulping you. “Well, hi there who’s this” there’s a long pause. “You can call me rusty sweetheart” you look at the boys and fuller seems to be losing his mind. “We’ll rusty, I hope you're doing better than I am..this drive seems like it’s taking forever” “roger that candy cane” fuller smirks.

“Nice we got him” I frown…this feels mean. Bringing the radio back up to my mouth. “Well I do love travelling though..cause it lets me see the world” I hear a chuckle then he speaks “then you’d love to hear about all the places I’ve been” I smile slightly and fuller nudges me “i would love to hear all about it” he starts speaking but he gets cut of and then there’s static. Fuller slaps the radio and fiddles with the nobs while whining. Sighing lean back in my seat…he really was a sweetheart..and you would love to hear all about his stories.

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The car is parked outside a motel I watch as fuller walks in to get us a room. Watching him get shoved to the side I furrow my brows. Suddenly hearing the radio pick up again I hear. “Candy cane?” Lewis tells me to ignore it. Frowning fuller gets back into the car holding the room keys he passes me mine. He hears the radio and looks at me.

“Tell him your turning in for the night and your staying lone star motel room 17 if he wants to meet up”

I glare at him and shake my head. He pushes the radio into my hands and I hiss at him. I frown,before speaking. “Hey there, rusty,how have you been?” “Hey candy cane, I’m good, how bout you sweetheart” I can’t get over the shitty feeling..this is mean, so mean and I hate I’m a part of it. “I’m turning in for the night, if you wanna meet up I’ll be at the lone star…room 17” “well that would be a treat” fuller snickers “tell him to bring pink champagne” I sigh before speaking “and bring pink champagne..it’s my favourite” god this feels terrible..

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That was what led us here….sprinting through a corn field. I couldn’t find Lewis or Fuller anywhere. I glance down seeing my whole body covered in dirt. My hair sticks to my face due to sweat.

Frightened, I tried to make sense of the situation. My body was shaking so much, from the cold and adrenaline. Whispering, I tried to call for Lewis, but heard nothing. I walked through the field seeing the parked truck sitting in the middle of the field. I looked around and suddenly tripped, confused I looked down seeing..fuller laying in a puddle of blood. I gasped covering my mouth, tears forming in my eyes. My hands shook as I crouched and tried to shake him. This was my fault…I cried and stood up on shaky legs.

“Lewis…please answer” I whispered..I didn’t see him anywhere I lost him when we all split up. After walking a little further I spotted Lewis. I ran over to him and he hugged him. Crying into his chest I told him about fuller. He cussed and kicked the ground, before turning to me “were getting out of here ok just follow me”. Nodding I follow closely behind him.

He walked over to the truck, hopefully the keys were still in the ignition. Lewis went to step closer, but all I heard was the sound of a gun going off. I felt blood splatter all over me. I stood there frozen..lewis? I turn to look and see his body lying on the floor..his chest covered in blood… i feel a hand on my face, making me turn my head. I turn and see rusty..grinning

“Well there you are gorgeous…I’ve dealt with those mean boys..ya had me running around”

Looking down at me with a smirk he slides a thumb down my cheek. Before leaning down and smelling my hair. He inhales and sighs before standing up straight. He kicks Lewis' body before picking me up. Throwing me over his shoulder. I struggle in his grip panicking. “Now don’t worry sweetheart…ain’t nothing gonna happen to ya” he says before bringing me to the other side of the truck, setting me down in the passenger seat. He grabs some rope and ties my hands together. Before buckling me into the seat. He turns so he’s face to face with me, his eyes glinting.

“I think I promised you some stories..didn’t I sweetheart?”

#rusty nail joyride #rusty nail x reader #x reader #slashers #murder husbands

[brainyrot]

Stuff from the comics I like and if they were canon to the inky mystery I would explode from joy part 2

Bacon soup has Bendy's face on it, it's really funny really, just having the soup you like the most have your own face on it for no real reason.

Alice is seen float a lot, it's really fun.

Boris growls.

Alice halo becomes smaller and her horns gets longer whenever she gets mad, along with fire.

Bendy just doesn't dress up for Halloween because he's a demon, but if he has to scare Boris, he gets a ghost costume (implying that Boris is not scared of bendy. At all. Which is very cute.) < from the cartoons

Charley just hates bendy lmao

love how whenever something happens, it has to be Bendy's fault. he's just a troublemaker, but his friends are ready to forgive him anytime.

Boris says "good golly gosh" a lot, actually.

"we're the first people to land in the moon, and it's YOUR FAULT!" love this from Alice actually.

Also in the bendy universe apparently the moon's made of cheese and there are aliens living there. Or whatever those turkeys were.

Alice is never up Bendy's bullshit.

according to Alice, bendy needs to get better at his "people's skills"

Bendy just has lots of pranks things, like the little joy buzzer (the thing where you shake the hand of someone and the someone gets shocked n stuff)

Also bendy has a pet fish. (Love how when he turned bubbles into a monster fish bendy still called him bubbles, like. Hey guys check my giant pet monster!!! His name his bubbles!!!)

bendy is just..not evil, even when he has literally something that can give him everything he wants (the pitchfork, even though in the end it was a scam) he just says "I shouldn't keep this to myself, but have everyone else have it too!!!" And immediately goes to give his friends their wishes.

Like, even if he calls Boris "his servant" he just treats him way too good.

also "bubbles you destroyed the whole town! Good work of course, but that's where I live!!" Awesome.

Despite bendy being a demon (demons are often described as filthy and greedy) he enjoys being clean.

Best description of bendy I saw "mischievous selfish bitch who steals pies from old ladies" (because in the comics he does steal pies. From one specific lady too.)

The first thing bendy does when the pitchfork turns out to be a curse casting pitchfork is say "oh no! Alice and Boris!" He truly cares man.

"think bendy! Put your devilshness to good use!!"

Alice openly says to bendy "bendy I will beat your ass once this is over", icon.

"there's only one devil who can menace alice and Boris and that's me!" Like when the older sibling says "only I can bully my younger sibling" beautiful. I want this canon in inky mystery.

Alice dosen't even question why bendy pet fish is now a giant flying monster, meaning he pulls out shit like this everyday.

"to think that dosen't recognize all the good naps we had together!" Boris has a favorite spot to sleep and it's that specific tree. (The dancing evil tree.)

BENDY SAVING BUBBLES WHEN HE FALLS😭🙏

bendy: "i've learned my lesson!!" Does the same mistake again.

Alice is really just a good independent woman, I love her. She's smart and she got charm.

I love how Alice can fool bendy and Boris pretty easily, she's the smart one of the group.

All of the stories with bendy, Boris and Alice being like characters like in devil's treasure, yukon bendy and such it makes me think they dress up and play pretend.

Bendy saying "I love that guy" to Charley like😭🙏 this man has no enemies !!!

"we've been here for fifteen minutes!! Time to go home." Boris is still a mood. (He's talking about working, btw.)

Bendy is casually a conductor. (Even more reasons why he loves trains, AND HE PLAYS WITH A TOY TRAIN IN THE GAME.)

Bendy does not like potato corn.

Boris gets offended if he gets called a dog, he will specifically tell you he is a WOLF, not a dog!

"boo bendy!! We love you Alice!!!" LMAOO

"see people of new York!" Either he went to New York to perform, or sillyvision is around there.

Also apparently bendy can lift things and make 'em float. He lifted Alice in the air and let her float around for a magic trick (or it was Alice floating for him but I doubt, since later he spins her and she doesn't like that.)

"whoops! That was my good tomato" 😭🙏 I LOVE THE BACKGROUND CHARACTERS

Let me appreciate the pizza guy saying "another, signore?" Which translate to "another, sir?"

Bendy can cook! Or at least, he can make chili.

Bendy does his bath with his rubber duck!!

Boris and Alice casually fishing where it says "no fishing"

They also just, casually look at bendy sleeping in his washtub being pulled away by the water.

Edgar is such a cutie patooie. He even asks politely "just don't tell the gang I saved you btw, thanks."

#batim #batdr #bendy the dancing devil #bendy crack up comics #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #bendy the dancing demon #toon bendy #Alice angel #boris the wolf

[milknhonies]

Please someone lobotomise me. I don't want to have big human thoughts. I'm done. Just put me in a care home and let me go through dementia as I enjoy puzzles all day. I'd rather be at peace and forget things than have to continue feeling like I'm constantly drowning.

I hate myself and I hate that I struggle to fit into society.

I just want to be loved and I thought I'd be married with kids by now (yes I'm only 22 but I'm a Christian virgin who struggles with the physical feelings of being comfortable with sex other than the smut I write and read.)

I thought men were real- I thought men were romantic and worshipped women. I didn't realise how objectified and then shamed we are by men who behave like animals.

I don't want to work and I think that's a massive reason I'm having such a bad breakdown. I want to be a Pilates wife. I want to be at home baking and cooking and meal planning and loving a husband. I want to mend his work uniform and sit and rub his feet while he oats my head and tells me I'm his angel.

I don't want to work in disability care where my tolerance is so minimal to loud, overstimulated (overstimulating for me) aggressive clients. Or work with babies that scream and cry and hit along with angry parents that yell at you the moment something goes wrong. I wish job employment agencies would stop trying to pressure me into these roles. I KNOW THEYRE UNDERSTAFFED ALREADY SO IM NOT RIDING A SINKING BOAT- no THANKS

I just want my dad. I just want to go home. I just want to be 6 years old. I want to go to preschook again and do painting.

I don't want to work from 5pm-5am and walking Brisbane streets at night all alone going from one cleaning place to another just for one client to write passive aggressive comments in the Communication booklet and my boss to start telling other co-workers that I'm having meltdowns and I'm high maintenance.

I'm autistic and I just want to be treated like a toddler or a dog because that's kinder than what's happening now.

I just want a husband to look after me and protect me.

I want to just make cute little videos and not have to worry my pretty head about money.

I DONT WANT designer bags or clothes. I just want to have a house I'm allowed to decorate and make dresses or bake for church. And a husband who comes from work and pats my head and tells me I'm a good girl. At this rate I don't even care if he's fucking a receptionist on the side.

I get it how these are such white woman tears. But fuck I think every woman should have this dream off they WANT without any shame.

I know it's a "grow up this is reality, you're describing something that doesn't exist." WHY CANT IT EXIST. FUCK.

I don't blame feminism. Feminism is amazing and I love her.

I blame classism.

People can't survive on just single home incomes anymore and that's fucked up to me.

"but women had jobs too you're just describing the rich wom-"

Women with jobs were mostly young single women waiting to get married or women who never wanted to get married but needed a liveable income. YES some entire families worked to survive poverty back in the day, I wont disregard that, but FUCK

you would think being so advanced as we are considering we mass produce via machine etc, human life would be "easier" BUT IT ISNT.

And I'm TIRED. I really am. I've been depressed since the day I was born but because it's so normal to me I forget how depressed I am and then feel bad when I burn the fuck out.

[weirdo09]

THANK YOU SM X REMIX I am so tired of people taking away Gwen's fuckups it's what makes her a good character bc she has actual damn flaws and faces consequences😭😭😭Also if you go in my Mirasol tag,you will an ask with all my lore for her + Personally i LOVE Margo x Miles G,they are goth bf x pastel gf to me <3 I should make a hcs post for them for sometime!

yes !!!! i’m indifferent about her all because like she’s so different than what people in this fandom perceive her as. like the way people be tryna make it seem like her and miles have been married for 20+ years with 2 kids and callin Margo a home wrecker n wishin her dead all because MILES LOOKED AT HER !!!!!

like to me, canonically they should just leave gwen and miles friends. it just weirded me out how they had miles have a crush on her when miss girl was like “i’m 15 months older than you??” like no, their romantic chemistry is dead, 6 feet under, baby 🙅🏾‍♂️

love that she’s a character with flaws but those flaws be low key makin me wanna shake her n make her feel how she done made miles feel because likeeee that’s my boy n you treating him like that is not ok in the slightest !!!!! but like i hate it more when people be erasing her of her flaws because like i know why you be doin it cause she’s ✨white✨ n honestly it annoys the hell outta me as a cyberflower/flowerbyte shipper when the toxic gwiles shippers be comin n actin like her draggin miles like a dang dog was so so cute but it wasn’t, it was weird n honestly if the roles were reversed, ooo, miles would be so hated on

no like this bothers me to high heaven cause miles is not her boyfriend, they are not a thing, they’re just friends (who are on the rocks because of secrets) and they be treating margo so bad !!! like i love her and miles as a thing because they just clicked in the movie n i felt like they actually had chemistry aside from gwen n miles

like she faced consequences and y’all are like “no!!! she can’t!!!!” and the victimblaming again but with her and jessica like stop talkin bad bout my wife 😤 jess was doing what she said she was gonna do, she ain’t tryna lose her job over a girl who doesn’t follow the rules that were set. honestly, i’d could make post after post about how the fandom portrays gwen but i’m not

margo n miles g just give me such stiff bf x bubbly gf that softs him up. just love her n miles in general because their dynamics are just !!!!! i’m actually thinking of making headcanons for them myself

#asks #mutuals 💗

[rationed-passion]

The Long Read: On the couch with Rationed Passion

We've had a few insightful questions from a lovely devotee and proud trans non-binary who we've named Ana. Having previously done the requisite RP interview, Ana was keen to open up a bit more and our own trans icon, Ginger was happy to step in as amateur psychologist.

Hello Ana, do make yourself comfortable, and welcome back to Rationed Passion:

Thank you. Sorry, I’m going to be very in-and-out today, real life keeps intruding.

We hate it when that happens :-) We're so glad fully-clothed denial is working for you. But we're keen to hear about your gender journey:

Yeah, it's going to sound strange to some, but my gender journey is pretty typical I feel. At least for Americans today. When I caught COVID in 2020 it was the first time as an adult that I was free from work, school, or errands. Before this, I was raised in a very back-water rural area so I was a “man” in all sense of the word for my area. I had two jobs, was sexually prowling, and even a conservative!

Well some of our friends are conservatives. Not sure if they prowl. You have to love them regardless, and hey I did love P J O'Rourke. I'm not judging.

Well not long after I turned 20, I had to spend two weeks locked in a bedroom with my (now) wife to quarantine from the rest of the house. And after just two days I realized I wasn’t a man and that I was just playing the role that society and my family forced on me.

It was quite a time wasn't it? I'd come out to myself as trans just a couple of years before. It was very strange dialing back in my public persona, and trying to find my inner identity, again.

Well I didn’t know what I identified as then. But now I’m proud to identify as trans femme non-binary.

I'd really recommend our readers look that one up, because there are just so many shades of gender identity. And you and I occupy two distinct, very beautiful colours in a very diverse spectrum.

Only you girls could get away with being so flowery!

We're all pretty flowers, hun. But you have a couple of darker petals you'd like to share, don't you?

I also identify strongly with “bottom” it’s a very encompassing word for me. When i was a bi man, i was a bottom. And I still am on the bottom side of the D/s dynamic in my marriage.

We'd really like to explore that. So you're married - as you said - and your wife supports your gender and submissive identities. It really ought to be happily ever after, surely? Nice church wedding and all that?

You'd think ... but oh don’t get me started on the Church Trauma Drama lol. Let's just say it’s very not safe to be out in my area. I’m in one of those areas in the US where it is practically illegal to be trans in any real sense of the word. Like, laws against drag performers type shit. But Miss and her family are generally fine with me expressing myself.

Sigh. We forget how lucky we are even in these islands. But let's dig a little deeper. About being a "bottom". Give us a little insight:

I have yet to find me a group of friends. I'm still not quiet out of the closet in my life I'm afraid. Another thing with my journey is my relationship with my body and how I've always hated it. Though I'm coming around to it. So being a "bottom" fits with my feelings of self-esteem. You call me “Ana” which is fine by me! I go by Angel, or slut, or whore. You get the picture.

Oh, I see. I'd really kick against being called Slut or Whore (even when I behave like one). But do you like being called those? Or tolerate it for the scene?

It’s weirdly affirming. I know, weird, huh? To me it’s the same as “good girl.” It confirms I exist, and am perceived the way I feel and not the way I have to pretend to be upwards of 12 hours a day. It’s honestly as simple as that. If I take a liking to someone they can almost treat me like a dog and I’d be happy. I guess it stems from issues in my childhood, being an only child in a rural area, being alone like that. For not important reasons, neither of my parents really watched me after a certain age and I raised myself. But hey, that’s just me going into the psychology of it all.

Oooo - I do love the psychology angle, but I'm keen to bring this back to our shared love of fully clothed denial. So you're a "good girl"?

Good Girl is the best, honestly. I don’t really think my identity with being femme and my identity with being a bottom are connected. Back when I thought I was a guy, “good boy” had a very similar effect. I actually find a lot of the <ahem> “content” with trans women to be gross and fetishizing. Especially Sissy stuff. I don’t like sissy stuff, and I believe it’s more about the fetishizing of the way men perceive and pervert women, than it is anything else.

Look, we're very pleased to welcome Sissies to our blog and hold them as fellow sisters. But I do tend to agree - the "humiliation" of being dressed in girls clothes is just something I've never got. I have always loved wearing the most outrageously femme fashion.

Of course! I should add, I find no issue with cross dressing or like men wearing panties and things like that. Especially because I think playing with and reading gender roles in the bedroom is great.

Definitely! Now, you've also expressed an interest in hypnosis. This might be the point at which I hand you over to Vanilla.

It's true I do have a huge kink for hypnosis. But also i just love it as an art form. It’s something I've always been interested in as a little kid. I remember watching Teen Titans and coming to certain revelations lol.

Well Vanilla now has you on her list, so don't be surprised if she does some rather targeted inductions in the near future.

I can't wait!

Ana. you've been a lovely guest. Thank you for gracing our psych couch and we wish you every happiness.

Thank you. I hope I haven't offended anyone! Remember these are just one transbian’s opinions.

Don't you worry, hun. Welcome to the sisterhood.

#fully clothed denial #fully clothed #ask me anything #we are rationed passion

[junowritings]

Hi, could I please get a BG3 matchup?

Pronouns- she/her

I generally prefer men

About me-

I love love love cats.

I tend to be pretty shy/timid until I know for sure the other person wants me around. I rarely ever approach someone I don't know; they need to make the first move. In social situations I tend to be more of an observer than a participant unless someone specifically includes me. Once I'm comfortable around someone, I'm still pretty quiet, until the conversation turns to something I'm really enthusiastic about; I'm okay with people infodumping as long as it's genuine & interesting. I can be a bit sassy, too, and I'm (usually) not afraid to laugh at myself. I'm a bit of a homebody, but if someone invites me out to do something, I'm usually game.

In a relationship, I'm pretty cuddly/affectionate- they'd better be prepared for all the touching, hugs, kisses, being my pillow… as long as they're into it, too, of course (even better if they're reciprocating).

I like to think I'm pretty smart- I got good grades in school and I tend to learn new things quickly. I'm pretty curious/inquisitive; I'll take almost any opportunity to learn something new. I like to figure out how things work (including taking things apart to fix them, like my old laptop to replace the keyboard or my original Nintendo DS to replace the broken hinge), and I even built my own PC! I've also dabbled a bit in programming.

For hobbies I like video games (imagine that!), ttrpgs, board games, also stuff like sudoku. I like gardening even if I'm not very good at it. When I get time, I enjoy doing cross-stitch, too.

Pet peeves/things that annoy me (aside from "standard" stuff like people being condescending, bigotry, etc.): unnecessary noise- dogs barking nonstop or children throwing temper tantrums in the grocery store; I hate repeating myself and being repeatedly interrupted; preventable stinkiness- people reeking of cat pee, cigarettes, wet basement, etc. (sweaty from a workout or something is one thing -and can even be kinda hot-, smelling like a month-old dirty litterbox is another)

Many thanks!

Heyya sorry that this one took so long! Literally got a few lines in and just knew who would be a great fit for you,,,

I match you with Gale!

From the word go, the pair of you end up hitting it off from the very first run in. Thanks to a little outside intervention of course.

You say you like cats, and Gale’s got one better - he’s got Tara. Just treat her with respect and compliment her and you’ll already be giving her a view on your fine character. It certainly helps that you mean no ill will towards her master either, but that’s besides the point.

If anything Tara’s ends up being a wingwoman for Mr. Dekarios - by the time you’re quietly cooing over how fluffy her wings are and she is set on instigating this match and by the gods will she go through with it. It will do him well to meet someone with such a fine taste for company after all! Of course Gale has been admiring you from the sidelines before his Tressym’s attempt at introductions, watching how you’re content to observe the world around you unless someone makes a point to include you. And the wizard does his best to make you feel included! He will absolutely make sure that you want his company and that you’re comfortable having him around before he goes intruding on your revelry.

Don’t worry at all about being quiet! If you prefer to have the silence filled he is more than happy to wile the time away regalling you with whatever current topic has intrigued him at the moment - usually it will have something to do with a breakthrough he’s made in his studies, or detailing a novel that he’s been pouring over with witty commentary on the contents to match. Will get a little too hung up about the wow-factor of the topics he tells you about, wanting to genuinely impress you with it. Just assure him that you’re interested in what he’s saying and he’s not boring you and this guy is a goner. Knowing that you don’t mind listening to him? With no expectation for something from the wizard? It doesn’t seem like a lot but I can tell you his heart is done for and the pining begins.

PLEASE, I cannot stress this enough - shower this man in all the affection you want to give him. He is an absolute sponge for it and gives you this little lovestruck look if the potential for love and affection is on the table. Kiss his cheeks till he’s red all the way up his ears and down his neck; hug him as tight as you’d wish or tuck yourself in close to his side. No matter the expression of affection, Gale would gladly spend the rest of his days under the onslaught of your attention. What he loves most is when you hold him close; the casual intimacy of being close to someone he cares for so much and cares for him in turn makes his chest swell and the aches melt from his bones. Card your hands through his hair for good measure? Gods you must be trying to kill him with love, yet he can think of no finer a demise than beneath the soft touch of your hands. 

Gale fully accepts his new future life as your pillow during cuddles. He sees it as a perfect compromise - you get to use his soft chest to lounge on at your own leisure, and he gets to bask in the weight of your presence curling up upon his torso as you make yourself comfortable. Likes to let his hands smooth over your back as you relax, calloused fingertips moving in such a way you could swear that he’s tracing patterns, but he’s far too good at easing the tensions from your muscles to spell out what he’s tracing unless you focus. (Spoiler alert it’s something sappy - maybe hearts). May or may not doze off if he finds himself relaxing too much - what can he say? It’s more comfortable than he thought! Plus the thought of waking up with you there makes the prospect of a quick nap far too tempting to pass up.

He loves your inquisitive nature; it’s one of your many stunning attributes that allows the pair of you to mesh so well. You’re a quick learner, taking to any new tidbit that Gale is excited to share with you as naturally as you breathe. It’s beautiful, really, watching you process the world around you and seeing what inspires your mind, and Gale loves nothing more than to encourage that curious mindset that you possess.

Fascinated watching you take things apart. He’s got a myriad of artifacts scattered around his home, thanks to a penchant for collecting them and keeping a small hoard of the stuff around for when he’s looking for stuff to pass the time. Feel free to take some of the non-lethal-to-the-touch ones and have fun prying them open to find out what makes them tick. He can think of no better use for them, and is actually rather intrigued to see what new discoveries you can make in dismantling and piecing these items back together again. He’ll even go out of his way when he’s out at the markets to find things that will stimulate that curious brain of yours. If you’re into those intricate puzzle boxes to test your skills he’s more than happy to bring them back for you,

The kind of partner who will lean over your shoulder while you’re working through a sudoku page and help you point out ones that have you stumped. It’s cute, but you may have to playfully ward him away with your pen if you’re absolutely set on solving these things on your own. He’ll take to ttrpgs like a duck to water - literally give him like an hour to go over the mechanics of whichever one you wanna show him and he is so ready you have to laugh at how invested he gets. You may have just introduced the man to his second favorite pastime - the first being you, of course.

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Confession

Pairing: Shawn Mendes x Reader

warning: swearing, fluff

A/N: I’m just gonna put a random girl name in this story.

Y/N POV

I’m in love with him! But I don’t know how to tell him.

Shawn and I have been friends for about 5 years and he’s been dating someone for a while now. I mean I should be happy for him but deep down inside myself, I’m jealous, the girl he’s dating is beautiful, I always thought she hated me but Shawn says she doesn’t but I feel like she hates me with a burning passion.

One day, they went on a walk and Shawn invited me to go with them and I said of course, said yes. I felt like a third wheel, the way she looked at me. I got uncomfortable half of time and Shawn noticed.

The pictures on social media made me uncomfortable and upset. I know I should be happy for him but I have seen her true colors and they aren’t good at all.

There was a time that she came to my house for a little party with my friends and I and she was a total bitch to everyone and including myself. I told Shawn about this so he told her on what I said but she lied to his face.

“Shawn, Mary treated me including my friends like we were terrible human beings but all we did was treating her with respect.” I said to him.

Shawn is looking all stressed about the situation while having his body near a table with his hands on the edge of the table while looking down at the table.

“That’s not she told me.” He looks at me.

“Then what the hell did she say huh?” I went up to him.

“She told me that you guys were talking shit about her.” He looks pissed.

“You know me Shawn, I would never do anything like that.” I defend myself.

“Y/N, she always says that you would never even talk to her or even talk about how she’s a terrible person.”

“She is! Every time we’re together and she’s with you, she gives me a dirty look at me like she’s going to slash my tires.” I talked loudly.

“Well I don’t see it.”

“Open your eyes and see what’s she’s doing! I know that I should be happy for the both of you but she treats me like I’m dog shit.”

The way he looks at me, he doesn’t believe me.

“We’ve been friends for 5 years Shawn you have to believe me!”

“I’ll believe when I see it.”

A FEW WEEKS LATER

I’m cutting up some strawberries for a snack for myself until I hear pounding at my front door. I open the door and it’s Shawn looking upset.

“Y/N, she ch- cheated on me.” He walks in to my kitchen.

“She what?” I follow him.

“She cheated on me Y/N! And you were right, Mary told me that she did treat you and your friends like trash.” He sits down on one of my chairs.

“I feel bad for saying this right now but I told you so.” I leaned on the wall and I look at him.

“I wish I believed you the first time Y/N/N I’m sorry.” He looks dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry Shawn that this happened to you, I know that you should’ve believed me at first but I’m worried about you being heartbroken.” I walked up to him.

He hugs me and puts his face on my shirt, I hear him cry quietly. I pet his hair.

“Can I stay here? I don’t want to go home and be there alone.” He looks at me and says.

“Of course you can Shawn.” I look down at him.

A few days go by and I’ve never seen him this depressed, he would be in my guest bedroom for hours and when he would come out of the room, I can see how his eyes looks glossy and his face looking all red like he’s been crying for hours.

One night he didn’t want to sleep alone so he slept with me, we didn’t do anything but I cuddled with him. He would cuddle me back or he would be asleep already.

Mary would call him a few times and he would ignore her calls and messages, eventually he blocked her on any social media that he followed her on. She started tweet about him which were a lot of negative things about him. So my friends, his friends and I took her place and she blocked all of us. God she’s a bitch!

Shawn would go out with his friends and family sometimes and he would look at things that remind him of Mary, which that will make him be upset. Once again I feel so bad for him and he would be thanking me for everything I have done for him since his ex cheated on him.

I have to tell him that I’m in love with him. I know, I know he just got broken up but it’s been 9 months now.

We’re in his apartment and he’s writing some music down in his I walk up to him and I get nervous. He looks at me and notices my nervousness.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” He sets his pencil down and looks at me.

“I have to tell you something.” I said nervously.

“What is it?” He walks up to me.

“I- I’m in love with you.” I stuttered.

“You what?”

“I’m in love with you Shawn.”

He stays silent. I hope he loves me back.

“Y/N, I love you too. Ever since we met.” He touches my right cheek.

“But, why were you dating Mary all this time?” I look confused.

“She wanted to get attention from me.”

I can tell he’s still heartbroken. 

“I had no idea Shawn, I’m sorry.” I touch his left cheek. 

“It’s okay, she's history to me now.” He touches my right hand that’s on his cheek.

“I feel bad for saying this, do you love me?” I look into his eyes.

“I’ve been in love with you since you dated Thomas.” 

“We dated for, 3 years. You’ve been in love me that long?” 

“Yes.” He confessed.

I look at him, he looks worried.

“Y/N, I’m sorry I said that I wa-.” I interrupted him by kissing him.

He kissed me back. It felt like we were the only people on earth. I started to feel his hair, he moans. He holds me close. We stop kissing and we start touch noses. 

“I love you Y/N/N.” He says while we're still doing nose to nose.

“I love you too.” We look at each other. 

The bell rings and we stopped on doing what we were doing and Shawn walked over to the door and looked in his peephole. 

“It’s Mary.” He looks at me.

“I don’t know what to do with that Shawn, answer it.” I said walking to his couch and sat down. 

He opens the door seeing Mary. I start listening to their conversation.

“Hi Shawn.” Mary said in a sweet accent like she wants him back.

“Hi Mary. What do you want?” 

“Just want to talk to you Shawnie.”

“Ew.” I thought.

“I’m sorry?” Mary says in my direction.

She heard me? God she's a little twat. I walk up behind Shawn and look at Mary, having a fur coat on like she’s from the 20s.

“Mary, where did you get that fur coat at?” I look at her.

“Oh I got it at this expensive store, you wouldn't understand.” She said in this sweet voice that I’ve never heard before. 

“Yeah with my money.” Shawn confesses. 

I turn my head behind Shawn’s I giggle to myself.

“You love me Shawn and she knows it.” She said in a snarky way.

“I don't anymore. you cheated on me.” 

“That’s just fake news Shawn and you know it.” 

“You told me that YOU cheated on me.”

She looks like she knows that's the truth. Shawn even told me a few months ago about this.

“Mary, how about you go away and be with the asshole you're with instead of Shawn.” I stood in front of Shawn and told Mary.

“Fine, are you two dating or something?” She questions me.

“We are, he loves me more then he loved you.” I said.

She doesn't say anything. She gives me a smug look like she wants to do something to me. 

“You’ll want me back Shawn and you know it.” She says.

“No I won’t, bye Mary.” Shawn says. 

She walks away and I shut the door.

“Y/N. I’m sorry that you had to see that.”

“You're alright. She showed us her true colors.”

“She did, didn't she.” He looks down at the floor.

“Shawn, I love you and you know it, she's just trying to get to you.” I walk up to him and make him look at me.

“I know, and Y/N I love you too. I just need her to get out of my head.”

“And your friends, family including myself will help you.” I put my right hand on his left cheek. 

“I know you guys will.” He smiles.

I hope our relationship lasts a long time and I hope it’s a good one.

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