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Pet for Rent , Chapter 3/4 (The Adoption) A CS Modern AU Story

Ready for Chapter 3? Here we go!

Thanks to all of you who are reading and liking this story that was purely written because it was therapeutic for me. It was a year ago today that my Zeke was diagnosed with cancer. This is also written for all of you who have sent a beloved pet over the rainbow bridge yourself. I hope you find it an uplifting story, even though it was born from a broken heart.

Chapters on Tumblr - Ch 1 (The Meet Cute) Ch 2 (The Idea)

Chapter summary: Emma and Killian go out on a date, and Winston has his 'gotcha' day.

Rating: M (for smut in the last chapter, which can easily be skipped if that's not your thing)

Words: 7108

Also posted to Ao3 and ffn

Story begins under the cut

“Wake up, kid,” Emma said the next morning, gently shaking her son.

Henry rolled over and rubbed his eyes, then looked at the Minecraft clock on his nightstand. “You never wake me up this early on Sunday.”

“I know, but we’re going to church today.”

He pushed himself up in bed, yawning widely. “We usually watch it virtually, though. You said you like to do it that way.”

“Yeah well, today I thought we would go to Gentle Shepherd Church. I’ve heard good things about it, including the fact that it has a Sunday School class for you and an adult one for me.””

“I thought only kids had Sunday School classes.”

“Well, Killian said the adult class is more like a Bible Study.”

“So this is the church where Killian goes?”

“Yeah. It is,” Emma said.

“Oh, boy!” Henry exclaimed, throwing the covers off and jumping out of bed. “That’s where Mr. and Mrs. Nolan go, too!”

Emma laughed. “I guess you do pay attention sometimes.”

“Do I have to dress up?”

“Killian said it’s casual. Just wear your khakis and a nice shirt. I’m going to get breakfast started.”

“Can we have pancakes?”

“If you promise not to get syrup on your clothes,” she replied, as she left the room.

As they ate, Henry wondered aloud if anyone from his class at school went to the church they were going to attend.

“It’s very possible, there are only three churches in town.”

“That would be cool! Are we going to sit with Killian?” he asked, before shoving a huge forkful of pancake in his mouth.

“Take smaller bites, Henry. I don’t want to have to give you the Heimlich manuever this morning.” That earned her a mischievous grin around his mouthful of food. “I don’t know who we’ll sit with, honestly. Belle and Liam go to that church, also.”

Henry swallowed. “They do? I haven’t seen Belle for a long time, and I never met Liam.”

“It has been a while. Hopefully, we’ll be seeing her more often.” She took a drink of her coffee, then slowly set the mug back on the table. “Listen Henry, I need to tell you something.”

He swirled his last bite of pancake through the small lake of syrup on his plate, then looked up at her curiously. “What?”

“I, uh, I talked to Killian last night after you went to bed, and um, he asked me to go out with him.”

Henry’s eyes widened. “On a date?”

“Yeah.”

“When?”

“Tuesday evening. I’m going to ask Belle if she can watch you. Is that okay?”

“Uh-huh,” he said, his shoulders rising and falling in a non-chalant shrug. “Where are you going?”

“Out to eat at that nice Italian restaurant down by the harbor.”

“Okay,” he said, then put the remainder of the pancake in his mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?”

He swallowed before saying, “I like Killian. He’s always really nice to me, and to you, too. Plus he likes soccer and dogs.”

Emma chuckled. “I guess that makes him a good guy, huh?”

Henry nodded, grinning widely. “Yep.”

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Emma pulled into the parking lot, marveling at the number of vehicles already parked there. She hadn’t realized so many people attended the church.

When she first came to town, she took Henry to a different church a few blocks away, but they didn’t have a nursery and Henry was too active to sit still through an entire service. By the time it was over, she was worn out from trying to keep him quiet, received several dirty looks from sanctimonious people, and had gotten nothing out of the sermon. After a few weeks, she gave up and started watching live church services that were posted on YouTube instead.

“There’s Killian’s car,” Henry piped up from the back seat, having spotted his black Elantra.

Emma pulled into the open space beside it and cut the engine. Looking in the rearview mirror, she pushed strands of hair behind her ear and checked her lipstick.

“You look good, Mom,” Henry said. “I haven’t seen you wear a dress for a long time.”

She smiled at him in the mirror. “Thanks, kid. I haven’t had a reason to wear one for a while. I figured I might as well since they’ve just been hanging in my closet.”

They exited the car and approached the building, wondering which door to enter.

“Hi, Henry!” a voice called from behind them.

They turned to see one of Henry’s classmates from school “Hey, Nicholas! I was hoping some of my friends would be here.”

“John, Devin and Mike will be here, too. We’re all in class together, and so are some of the girls.” Both boys rolled their eyes.

“Be nice,” Emma admonished.

They followed Nicholas and his family in through the side door, which led to the Sunday School rooms at the back of the church building. Emma walked with her son back to the class room where Nicholas led them, and met his teacher, Miss Bell.

“The kids all call me Tink,” she told Emma when she introduced herself. “Because of my last name, and the fact that apparently I look like a fairy.”

Emma laughed. “I suppose I can see that,” she said, taking in the petite form of the other woman. After seeing that Heny seemed to be comfortably settling in, she returned to the hallway, searching for the area where the adult class met.

“Emma!”

She turned to see Belle approaching, Liam’s hand clasped in her own as he trailed behind his fiancée. “Hey, you guys. It’s good to see you,” Emma said.

“You, too,” Belle chirped. “After all the times I’ve invited you to join us here at church, what made you decide to come today?”

Liam draped his arm around Belle’s shoulder. “Come now, Sweetheart, do you really need to ask that question? I think she might have gotten an invitation from my little brother.”

“Younger brother, you mean.” Emma turned to see Killian walking up behind her. “Good morning, Belle, Liam. Good morning, Swan. I’m very happy to see you made it. Is Henry already in his classroom?”

“Yeah, I just dropped him off. He’s excited to know several of the other kids.”

“Good! Our class meets in there,” he said, gesturing to a large room to her right.

They walked in to see two dozen people milling around, chatting with one another. Emma instantly spotted Henry’s school teacher, who smiled and waved when she saw her enter the room. Then she saw David walk in with two cups of coffee, one of which he handed to his wife.

“Would you like some coffee, Emma?” Killian asked.

“Uh, sure. That would be great. One sugar, please.”

“Have a seat anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

She watched him go, then sought out Belle and Liam, who had struck up a conversation with the Nolans. Walking over, she smiled at everyone. “Hello.”

“Good morning!” David’s wife greeted cheerfully. “I’m so happy to see you here, Ms. Swan.”

“I’m happy to be here, but please call me Emma.”

“Of course, and you can call me Mary Margaret, although Mrs. Nolan might be a little less of a mouthful!”

David chuckled, looking at his wife adoringly, before turning his eyes toward Emma. “This is the first time you’ve been to this church, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. I’ve gotten into the habit of watching church services on YouTube on Sunday mornings, but with Henry getting older, I wanted to find a church that offered classes for a kid his age. Killian was telling me about the Bible study and the Sunday School program here and I thought we would give it a try.”

“Did I hear my name?” Killian said, coming up beside her. He gave her the coffee and a grin.

“Aye, we were just talking about the world’s biggest pratts,” Liam said.

“Liam!” Belle admonished, elbowing him. “We’re in church!”

“Could everyone please take their seats so we can get started?” a man with curly, red hair announced.

“That’s Archie, the teacher of the class,” Killian told Emma, gesturing to two open seats.

They sat down with Belle on Emma’s right and David on Killian’s left. “He’s the town psychiatrist, isn’t he?” Emma asked quietly.

“Aye. He leads excellent discussions in class and is great at getting everyone involved.”

Forty-five minutes later, Emma completely agreed with Killian’s statement about Archie Hopper. She thoroughly enjoyed the Bible study and was eager to find out if Henry liked his class, too. That question was answered when she stepped out into the hallway and her son came bounding toward her, grinning from ear to ear.

“How was it, kid?” she asked, unnecessarily.

“It was great, Mom! Can we come back next week?”

The church service proved to be inspirational and quite enjoyable, too. They sat in a pew between Killian, and Nicholas’ family. Afterwards, they stayed and chatted with several people Emma recognized from town, all of them making the newcomers feel very welcome.

When the service ended and it was time to leave, Emma and Killian shared a conspiratorial look before she asked Henry, “Hey kid, how would you like to have lunch with Killian?”

“At Granny’s?” he asked.

“No,” Killian chuckled. “Granny closes her diner on Sundays. Didn’t you see her in the choir?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t think about that,” Henry said. “Where will we go, then?”

“Killian invited us to his place to make sub sandwiches. How does that sound?”

Henry turned towards Killian. “Do you have bologna?”

Killian grimaced. “Afraid not. I won’t have that vile stuff in my home. I have ham, turkey, salami and cheese.”

“Ketchup?” Henry asked hopefully.

Trying to control another grimace, Killian said, “Aye, if you insist on it, I do have ketchup.”

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Killian lived in a two-story apartment building at the opposite end of town from Emma and Henry’s house. After they made their sandwiches and ate lunch, Killian showed them around. Besides the open kitchen/dining/living room area, it included a decent sized bathroom and two bedrooms, one of which he used as his office for work.

His apartment was on the first floor, and the sliding back doors opened out into a fenced-in common area for the building. The yard wasn’t huge, but it was big enough for a swing set for the children who lived there, as well as an open, grassy space, shaded by a couple of large trees.

As Henry stood looking around the area, Killian moved behind him and put his hands on his shoulders. “What do you think, lad? Is the yard big enough for a dog?”

Henry slowly turned his head to look up at him. “Are you getting one?”

Emma moved to stand in front of him. “Killian and I have been talking. I’ve been saying it wouldn’t be fair to adopt Norman because he would have to be cooped up in a crate all day…”

“But I work from home, so I’m here all day…”

“So if we adopted Norman…” She looked up at Killian, encouraging him to continue.

“I could take care of him during the day and he would stay with you in the evenings and overnight.”

Henry’s head was swiveling back and forth as the adults explained their plan, the confused look on his face morphing into one of surprise and cautious happiness. “So…so you’re saying we’re gonna adopt him?”

“If you promise to help take care of him and train him to obey,” Emma said.

“I will! I promise!” he shouted, flinging his arms around her waist. “Thank you, Mom!”

“You’re welcome,” she said, kissing the top of his head. “We wouldn’t be able to do it without Killian, though.”

Immediately he ended their hug and turned to give Killian one. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome, lad. I’m looking forward to having Win-, er, Norman as a companion, too.”

“We really ought to decide on one name,” Emma said. “He’s going to be confused if we’re calling him two different things.”

“Well, I suppose the better choice is Norman, since that’s the name the shelter gave him.”

“Do you think Norman is a good name, Mom?” Henry asked.

Emma shrugged her shoulders. “One name is as good as the other, as far as I’m concerned. You and Killian figure it out.”

“Let Henry name him,” Killian said. “I consider the dog to be his.”

“What do you think, kid?”

Henry scrunched up his face in thought. “Remember the book you read to me a long time ago that had a really mean woman in it? Her name was Norman, wasn’t it?”

“Her name was Norma,” Emma chuckled.

“It kinda sounds the same and you had to stop reading that book because she scared me, remember?”

“Are you saying you prefer Winston?”

He lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. “I guess. Is that alright?”

“Fine by me. Like Killian said, it’s up to you.”

“Winston will be so happy we’re adopting him!” Henry declared.

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Killian called David the next day to tell him of their plans to adopt the dog. David was very excited and told Killian the paperwork would be ready and he would have Winston fully vetted, licensed, chipped and groomed by the time they picked him up on Saturday.

When Killian called to relay this news to Emma that evening, she said, “I’ll pay the adoption fees, since he’s going to be Henry’s dog.”

“Emma…”

“No, I want to do this. That way, if you do move away, I won’t feel bad about you paying for a dog you don’t get to keep.”

He was quiet for several moments, considering her offer. “Okay, I’ll agree on one condition - that you let me pay for his food, treats and toys for the first month.”

“That will probably add up to more than the adoption fees,” she teased.

“That’s entirely possible,” he agreed, chuckling. “I understand Liam is going to come over with Belle to watch Henry tomorrow evening. Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, I already talked to Belle about it today. I told her not to do anything that might scar my kid.”

Killian laughed again. “Poor Belle, she’ll have to make sure two kids behave.”

They chatted for another hour, finalizing plans for their date and discussing everything they would need for Winston. When they finally ended the call, Killian sat staring at his phone for several minutes, deep in thought. Emma’s comment about him possibly moving away had him mentally ticking off the pros and cons of such a move.

When he finished, he had far more reasons to stay, and the one at the top of the list was Emma Swan.

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“Mom! Belle and Liam are here!” Henry yelled.

Emma quickly finished applying her tinted lip glss, then did a final inspection in the full-lenth mirror. She was wearing a 3⁄4 sleeve deep red dress with a modest V neckline, the straight hemline falling just above her knees. Her ensemble was completed with black heels, silver jewelry and a black clutch purse. She’d spent extra time applying smokey eye makeup and curling her hair, which fell loosely down her back.

Satisfied with her reflection, she pulled her black and white houndstooth peacoat out of the closet and left the bedroom. Henry was just getting ready to open the door when she entered the living room.

“I’ll get the door, kid. You know I don’t like you to open it.”

“But I already saw who it is,” he protested.

“Sorry, but that’s the rule,” she reminded him, moving to the door as a knock sounded. She opened it to reveal Belle with Liam standing close behind.

“Oh, Emma, you look lovely!” the other woman exclaimed.

“She’s right,” Liam agreed. “You look far too nice to be going out with my little brother.”

Emma laughed and gestured them inside. “Thank you, but I think he would object to being called your little brother.” She took their coats to hang up, showed them where the emergency numbers were, and gave them instructions for Henry’s bedtime routine.

Just as she finished, there was another knock on the door. Before going to answer it, she gave the engaged couple a nervous smile and ran her hands down the front of her dress.

When she opened the door, all her nerves seemed to fly away, replaced with a sense of happiness at the prospect of going out with the man in front of her. Killian stood there, scratching behind his ear, a habit she found incredibly endearing. He was dressed in dark gray slacks, a white button down shirt and navy blue sports coat. She was pleased to see his eyes widen slightly when he saw her.

“Swan, you look…stunning,” he said.

“Thank you, Killian. You clean up pretty well yourself.”

“Hi, Killian!” Henry piped up, coming to stand beside his mother.

“Hello, lad. Are you ready for a fun evening with Belle?”

“What about me?” Liam asked, appearing behind Henry. “I’m a fun guy.”

“You make yourself sound like a mushroom, brother,” Killian snickered.

Liam folded his arms over his broad chest. “Are you really sure you want to go out with this idiot, Emma?”

“Yes, she is,” Belle said, “and the two of you are wasting time with your banter. Emma, you and Killian go and have a wonderful time. Don’t worry about Henry. He’s in good hands.”

“I know,” Emma said, bending down to kiss her son’s cheek. “Be good and listen to Belle and Liam, okay?”

“I will. Have fun, Mom.” Wrapping his arms around her, he added, “I love you.”

“I love you too, kid.”

“Goodnight, lad,” Killian said, ruffling the boy’s hair.

“‘G’night, Killian. See you Saturday!”

During their exchange, Emma went to get her coat and purse from the kitchen chair where she left them. When she returned, Killian took the coat from her and held it up for her to put on. After saying their final goodbyes, he escorted her down the sidewalk to his car, his hand resting on the small of her back.

Once they were both buckled into the comfortable leather seats, he looked over at her, picked up her hand, brought it to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “You truly do look beautiful this evening, Love.”

“Thank you,” she replied, knowing that her cheeks were beginning to turn the same color as her dress.

Giving her one more smile, he started the car and pulled away from the curb. Emma had wondered if things would be awkward between them during the date, but they carried on their conversation just as easily as they had from the very first day.

Each time she went out with a man, she caught herself constantly checking the time on her phone and wondering how Henry was doing. Tonight however, she was so caught up enjoying the good food, wine, and the handsome man she was with, she completely lost track of time. When she finally checked her phone screen as they pulled up in front of her house, she was shocked to find it was nearly eleven o’clock.

Killian opened her door and offered his hand to help her out of the car. They continued holding hands as they strolled casually up the sidewalk, the early autumn air cool against their cheeks.

When they reached her front door, she turned to him with a demure smile. “I suppose this is where I tell you I had a wonderful time and debate whether or not I should give you a kiss.”

He chuckled lowly. “Aye, I suppose it is. So tell me, Swan, what’s the verdict? Did you have a wonderful time?”

She put her hands on his chest, rubbing them over the lapels of his jacket. “Yes, I did. I don’t date very often, and this is by far the best date I’ve had in a very long time, maybe ever. I find it very easy to talk to you.”

“I feel the same, Emma,” he said, taking a step closer to her. “Now, have you made your decision about…”

She didn’t give him a chance to finish. Pushing up on her toes, she pressed her lips to his, wrapping her arms around his neck as she felt his encircle her waist. She intended the kiss to be brief, but found she quite enjoyed it and didn’t want it to end.

It was interrupted when the light outside her front door suddenly turned on, nearly blinding them despite their eyes being closed.

“What the bloody…” Killian began, just as the door swung open.

“Tsk, tsk, little brother,” Liam said with a maddening smirk on his face. “Kissing on the very first date? Wouldn’t that be considered bad form?”

“Liam, bloody hell!” Killian retorted.

At the same time, Belle’s voice could be heard from the living room. “Liam Albert Jones! That was mean! Just for that, you won’t be getting a kiss from me tonight when you take me home!”

As Liam pleaded his case, Emma giggled into Killian’s chest. “I guess our date is officially over.”

“Next time, could you please ask Belle not to bring my wanker of a brother along to watch Henry?”

“Next time?” Emma questioned. “I don’t remember you asking for a second date.”

Killian reached around her to close the door, then gazed into her eyes. “Will you go out with me again?” he asked quietly.

Her eyes darted back and forth between his, floored at the depth of hope and sincerity she saw there. She opened her mouth to answer him, but instead found herself kissing him again. This time, when they separated, she leaned her forehead against his with a sigh of contentment.

“May I take that as a yes?” he whispered.

“Absolutely,” she breathed. “Thank you for a fun and memorable evening, Killian.”

“It was my pleasure, Emma. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.” Turning around, she opened the door slightly, then glanced back over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Killian.”

“Goodnight,” he replied.

She went inside and closed the door, leaning against it with a dreamy smile on her face. She had nearly forgotten she wasn’t alone, and was startled when Belle spoke.

“If that look on your face is anything to go by, I don’t need to ask if you had a good time.”

Emma could feel herself blushing, but gave her friend a smile and said, “I really did. We’re planning to go out again. By the way, Killian requested that if you watch Henry when we do, you forbid Liam to come along with you.”

While Belle laughed, Liam said, “Henry will disagree with that. He had a lot of fun with his Uncle Liam tonight.”

Emma’s jaw dropped. “You told him to call you ‘uncle’? Why did you do that?”

“He didn’t, he’s pulling your leg,” Belle explained, glaring at her fiancé. “I’m happy to report that Henry was much better behaved than Liam, who is going to have to earn his way back into my good graces.”

Hiding her giggle behind her hand, Emma listened to the couple playfully bicker, still able to feel Killian’s kiss on her lips and the happiness in her heart.

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On Friday, Emma picked Henry up from his after school sitter Ashley’s house and they went to Killian’s apartment. He insisted on making them homemade pizza before going to the store to buy necessities for Winston.

Henry chattered animatedly throughout supper, the topics ranging from how much he loved the pizza and who he sat with at lunch, to the new book he checked out at the school library. Most of all, he talked about all the things he and Winston would do together and how he would train him.

Emma and Killian shared humorous glances across the table while they listened. Since their date, they had texted each other a few times during the day and carried on lengthy phone conversations every evening after Henry went to sleep.

When they pulled into the parking lot of the pet supply store, Killian turned off the car as Emma looked back at her son. “Now, remember Henry, we have quite a bit of stuff left from Ernie, so we’re not going to buy a lot, okay?”

“Okay, but we can help Killian pick out everything he needs, right?”

Before Emma could answer, Killian said, “Of course, lad.”

“You might regret that,” she murmured, earning her a grin.

As they browsed the aisles, Emma slipped her hand into Killian’s. She felt him give it a squeeze and looked over to see him gazing at her with a warm smile. Then she turned her attention back to her son, who was examining the assortment of collars and leashes.

“What color do you think Winston likes better - red or orange?”

“Dogs are color blind, kid,” Emma informed him, “so I don’t think he will care one way or another.”

“Oh, yeah,” Henry said. “Well, which one do you like, Killian?”

“I recently developed quite a fondness for red,” he answered, giving Emma a wink. She blushed, knowing he was referring to the dress she wore for their date.

“That’s my favorite, too,” Henry declared, selecting a red leash from the rack. Emma and Killian helped him pick out a matching collar that was the right size for the fifty pound dog. They were added to the cart Henry was pushing, then they moved on to the aisle containing the dog beds.

As they looked over the display, Emma took the leash from the cart and studied the tag. “This says it’s good for dogs up to fifty pounds,” she read. “I think we should get the next bigger size, don’t you?”

Henry and Killian both agreed, and Emma left to go replace it. When she returned, she stopped short at the end of the aisle, blinking back sudden tears. Henry was kneeling on the floor in front of the beds, running his hands over them as he carried on a commentary about which one was the softest. Killian crouched beside him, his hand on the boy’s back, his attention completely focused on what Henry was saying.

For eight years, Emma denied herself a relationship with a man because she hadn’t met one that she thought would be a good match, not only for her, but more importantly for her son. Either they got skittish when they found out she had a son, or they tried too hard, overcompensating for their lack of experience with kids.

Then, thanks to a simple mistake on her part, she met a man who was fitting into their life so naturally, it was almost too good to be true. Her heart as a mother swelled witnessing how well Killian and Henry got along and what a truly wonderful role model Killian was for her son. At the same time, her heart as a woman fluttered at the possibility of finding someone who could be a perfect match for her.

Taking in a deep, steadying breath, she walked down the aisle to join the two most important people in her life.

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Saturday morning, Henry knelt on the sofa, his arms crossed on the back of it as he watched intently out the window for Killian’s car. Emma shook her head at her son’s impatience, but in all honesty, she was just as excited for the man to arrive.

Once they finished shopping the previous evening, Killian invited them in to watch a movie. The three of them browsed through the options on Killian’s streaming platforms, ultimately allowing Henry to choose The Super Mario Bros. Movie.

Killian made a huge batch of popcorn and the three of them settled on the couch to watch. Henry sat in the middle, holding the bowl with his eyes glued to the screen. Emma and Killian found themselves enjoying the movie too, even though they originally didn’t think it would hold any interest for them.

By the time the final credits rolled, the boy’s head was lolling against Killian’s arm. When Emma tried to get her son to wake up so they could go home, Killian took pity on the sleepy child and easily lifted him into his arms to carry him to Emma’s car. Before getting in the car herself, she and Killian shared a short, sweet kiss and she promised to call after Henry was in bed.

After arriving home and getting her son settled, Emma talked to Killian until she was starting to fall asleep and he teased her about finding him boring. The entire evening caused her emerging feelings for him to deepen even more.

Now, she was standing behind her son, watching for the familiar black car to turn the corner.

“Do you think he forgot?” Henry asked.

“He said he would be here at nine-thirty and he has ten more minutes. Try to be patient.”

Henry turned around, sat down, then rested his head against the back of the couch and heaved a sigh. “I just want to go get my dog.”

“I know, kid,” Emma soothed, rubbing her hand over his hair. “I’m excited to bring him home, too.” Glancing out the window, she smiled and said, “Look who’s here.”

His head shot up and he jumped off the couch, shouting, “He’s here! He’s here! Let’s go!”

Killian didn’t even have a chance to put the car in park before Henry was sprinting out the door, with his mother following behind him, still pulling on her coat.

Killian had just climbed out of the car when Emma reached the end of the sidewalk. “He’s a little eager to get there,” she said dryly.

“You don’t say,” Killian chuckled, looking into the back seat where Henry was already buckled in, nearly vibrating with excitement. Brushing a kiss against her cheek, Killian placed a hand on the small of her back to escort her around the rear of the car.

When they arrived at the shelter, Henry jumped out, clutching the new collar and leash in his hands. “C’mon, Mom,” he urged, hopping from foot to foot as he waited impatiently for the adults.

“Hold your horses, kid,” Emma replied, stepping from the car and closing the door as Killian did the same. “We have to sign some paperwork and pay the adoption fees, so it’s going to be a little while before Mr. Nolan brings Winston to you.”

“I know,” he said, “but the faster we go in there, the sooner we’ll get him.”

“You’ve got a point,” Emma agreed.

The three of them crossed the parking lot and Killian held the door for them to go inside. David was sitting at the desk behind the counter, a huge grin creasing his face when he saw them enter.

“Good morning!” he greeted. “I think Nor-, um, Winston senses something is going on. He was very excited when I fed him and let him out in the exercise yard this morning.”

“He probably knows it’s his ‘gotcha day’!” Henry declared. Turning to his mother, he added, “I told you he’s smart!”

David chuckled as he spread the paperwork out on the counter. After explaining each page, Emma signed where he told her and wrote a check for the fees. Henry gave him the collar so he could attach the dog license and chip information to it, then he asked the boy if he wanted to go with him to get Winston. To no one’s surprise, Henry jumped at the chance.

While they waited, Emma moved closer to Killian, reaching out to take his hands. “Thanks again for helping make this happen. It’s been hard watching Henry grieve for Ernie and have to tell him we can’t get another dog.”

“I can imagine, Love. I’m very happy I could help.” Dipping his head, he met her willing lips to share a kiss with her. After it ended, he said, “We need to plan our next date.”

“Yeah, about that,” she said, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea to leave Winston with Belle and Liam until he gets a little more used to his surroundings.”

He nodded in understanding. “That’s true. Well, if we can’t go out on a date, perhaps we can plan one where we stay in.”

“At my place or yours?”

Before he had a chance to answer, the door to the back opened and Winston came through, straining forward on his leash and practically dragging Henry behind him. Emma and Killian bent down to try to pet the whirling dervish of a dog, attempting to get him to settle down.

“I think you’re right about him knowing something special is happening, Dave,” Killian said. “I’ve never seen him act this way.”

“Dogs seem to have instincts about these things,” David noted.

“Is he ready to go?” Emma asked.

“Yep, he’s all yours!” David replied happily. Reaching down, he scratched the dog behind the ears. “Be good, Winston. Enjoy your new family!”

They went out the front door, laughing at the way the dog practically strutted to the car. Once they were all buckled in, including Winston with his new doggy safety belt, Killian drove out of the parking lot. Henry patted the dog’s head and said, “You’ll never have to come back here again, boy. You’re going to live with us forever.”

The drive back to Emma’s seemed to go much more quickly than the one to the shelter. Killian pulled up to the curb and Emma reminded Henry to hold tightly to Winston’s leash so he wouldn’t run into the street.

Killian walked up the sidewalk behind them, but stopped short of following them into the house. When Emma realized it, she asked, “Aren’t you coming in?”

“I, uh, I didn’t want to assume.”

“If you don’t mind sharing me with a boy and a dog, we can consider today a date,” she grinned.

He returned the grin. “Sounds good to me.”

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After a full day of romping and playing with Winston, it was easy getting Henry to go to bed that evening. When Emma went into his room after he was done showering and brushing his teeth, she found him already under the covers with the dog laying beside him.

“He does have a bed, you know,” she said, without any intention of making the dog move.

“He likes it here, don’t you boy?” Henry said, rubbing the dog’s belly.

“If he needs to go out in the middle of the night, make sure you wake me up, okay?”

“I will,” he yawned. “Are we going to church tomorrow?”

“I’m planning on it. David said Winston seems to be crate trained, so we’ll see how he does in there for a couple of hours.”

They went through Henry’s bedtime routine and he was already asleep by the time she read one page of their current book.

“He’s one happy kid,” Emma said as she went back into the living room and sat down beside Killian on the sofa. “And you played a big part in making him feel that way.”

Killian toyed with the hem of his button-down. “You give me far too much credit, Love.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, reaching out to tangle her fingers with his fidgeting ones.

“Because he’s been a happy lad since the first day I met him, and none of that was due to me. It goes to prove that he has a wonderful mother.”

“Some days I’m not so sure about that.”

He kept his head down, studying their entwined hands for several moments. Without looking at her, he said quietly, “Remember I told you that the woman I was dating previously was married?”

“Yeah.”

“She was several years older than me, and not only did she hide her marital status from me, she also failed to tell me she had a son.”

“Oh, wow,” Emma said. “That really must have come as a shock.”

“Aye, it did,” Killian affirmed. “One day after we broke up, I parked along the street down from his school and watched her arrive to walk him home. I wasn’t being a stalker, I was just curious. Her son was about the same age Henry is now, but he was nothing like your boy.” He finally looked up at her. “I’ve never seen a child look as sad and dejected as her son. It was as if he was carrying the weight of the world on his small shoulders.”

“Poor little boy.”

“Aye, and I’m sure it was because of the choices his parents made. They cared only for themselves and their own gratification, not about how they were affecting their son.” He reached forward to brush a wayward strand of hair away from her face. “Emma, it’s quite obvious that starting from your very first decision to bring Henry into the world and raise him by yourself, you’ve made his happiness your priority. It’s one of the things I admire the most about you.”

Her face warmed from his praise. Scooting a little closer, she leaned against him and he put his arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple. “I enjoyed our date today,” he said, “and I certainly didn’t mind sharing you with Henry and Winston. It did my heart good to see how much they love each other already.”

“Winston was sleeping on Henry’s bed and looked completely comfortable there. I just hope he doesn’t wake us up too many times during the night.”

“Well, he’s past the puppy stage and wasn’t able to go out at night while he was at the shelter, so maybe he won’t get you up at all.”

“That would be nice. I don’t want to be yawning during the sermon tomorrow.”

He leaned back to look at her. “I’m happy to hear you’re coming to church again.”

“Yeah, Henry and I both really liked our classes and I thought the service was great. I especially enjoyed the music.”

“I heard you singing. You have a beautiful voice.”

“Thank you,” she said, her face reddening again. “I didn’t realize I was singing that loudly.”

“I don’t think you were, I was just standing close to you. You shouldn’t be self-conscious about singing praises to God, anyway.”

“That’s true,” she agreed, snuggling closer to him. “Do you want to watch something?”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m quite content just talking,” he murmured.

“Mmm, me too,” she hummed. “Why is it always so easy to talk to you?”

“I don’t know. Perhaps we’re soul mates.”

“Do you believe there is such a thing as soul mates?” she asked, looking up into his face.

“I didn’t,” he replied. “Until I met you.”

Their lips connected for a long, sweet, languid kiss.

“Killian?” she whispered, when they parted just enough for her to talk.

“Yes, Love?”

“Maybe I’m not content just to talk.”

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Emma went to bed two hours later with the taste and feel of Killian’s lips still lingering on hers. He starred in her dreams and she awoke the next morning with a smile on her face. After yawning and stretching, she realized Henry hadn’t woken her up at all during the night to put Winston out.

Throwing back the covers, she quickly padded down the hall to his room. Peeking around the edge of his slightly open door, she smiled at the sight of the boy and dog still asleep.

After showering and getting dressed, she woke them up, took Winston out while Henry dressed, and went back inside to fix breakfast. As she was stirring the scrambled eggs, Henry entered the kitchen and immediately went to get Winston’s food bowl. They had already agreed that feeding him and keeping his water bowl filled would be Henry’s responsibility.

They sat down to eat and Emma smiled at the sight of the dog sitting right beside Henry’s chair. “Don’t forget that we’re not feeding him from the table. I don’t want him to get into the habit of begging, like Ernie did.”

“I know,” Henry said, then chewed thoughtfully for several seconds. He swallowed and said, “Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love Killian?”

Emma really wished she hadn’t just taken a sip of coffee, because she nearly choked on it. With watering eyes, she asked, “What makes you think that?”

He shrugged. “You guys hold hands and sit really close together and everything. I even saw him kiss you. You have to love somebody to kiss them, don’t you?”

Emma’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times, resembling a fish out of water. She thought she and Killian had been discreet when they shared brief kisses, but apparently her son witnessed at least one of them.

“Killian and I, we…we’re just dating, Henry,” she finally managed to say. “People date to get to know each other, to…to see if they might, um, fall in love. Kissing is a part of dating, but it doesn’t mean we love each other.”

“So you don’t love him?”

“I…I honestly don’t know yet. I do like him and I like spending time with him. He’s fun and he makes me laugh.” She leaned across the table and placed her hand on top of Henry’s forearm. “How do you feel about me dating Killian? It’s always been just you and me. Would you be upset if he and I did fall in love?”

“Would you get married?”

The question took her by surprise, but she maintained eye contact with him, wanting to show him how much his opinion mattered. “Not without you being okay with it. You always come first, Henry, and I won’t do anything to make you unhappy.”

“I wouldn’t be unhappy if you fell in love with Killian and married him.”

“You wouldn’t?”

He shook his head decisively. “Nope. I like him. He’s really nice to me and I can tell he makes you happy. You smile and laugh a lot more when he’s around. I think it would be cool to have Killian as my dad. That’s what he would be if you got married, right?”

“Technically, he would be your step-dad, but that doesn’t make any difference and I’m sure it wouldn’t matter to Killian, either. I appreciate how he treats you and how he likes spending time with you.”

“Yeah, me too. And Mom?”

“Hmm?”

“I think you, me, Killian and Winston would make a great family.”

She smiled and gently squeezed his arm. “I think so too, kid.”

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Thanks so much for reading. The last chapter will be posted next week!

NEW TAG LIST:

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#pet for rent #chapter update #chapter 3 #jrob64 #art by jrob64 #csff #cs fluff #cs smut #CS modern AU #Captain Cobra #ouat Captain Swan fanfic

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nobodysdaydreams · 18 days

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Are you Christian? hope that doesn't sound accusatory

Anon. I love you, but please know there is no possible way to drop into a stranger’s ask box anonymously demanding to know personal information (age, sex/gender, sexual orientation, race, ethnicity, religion, nationality, diagnoses, etc.) without sounding somewhat accusatory or at the very least a little nosey (because why do you need to know that), but reading your disclaimer did make me smile despite my apprehension regarding this inquiry, so I appreciate you adding that in.

This is also a weird one because I genuinely don’t know what answer you are hoping for or if you’re just curious and enjoy dropping into people’s inboxes to ask if they’ve heard the good word of Jesus Christ which I have to admit, is an interesting strategy though not one I’d recommend. I was gonna answer this anon with something like “what are you a cop?” Or “come back with warrant” (classic) but then upon reflection, realized I should probably clear some stuff up in case you are confused. So, uh, to answer the question, yes, I am, though that will require some explanation as religion is not really what this blog is for. This blog is where I dump my hyperfixations, rants about life, links to my fanfics, and maybe make a few friends along the way. Some of the media I engage with like Narnia happens to be Catholic/Christian, or have Christian themes, or be popular in Christian circles, but that’s more coincidental. This blog really has no clear organization at all, I just see stuff I like or personally identify with, reblog, and that’s that, so it’s mostly fandom content, but stuff on neurodivergence and disability slips in a lot because I identity with a lot of it and happen to know a fair amount about it, so it makes sense to have it on my blog from time to time.

Now, I believe you might be coming into my ask box to ask about this because I recently started following and reblogging a few posts from Christian content creators. The reason for that is ironically similar to the reason I got this blog in the first place. I had no one irl to talk about fandoms and hyperfixations with, and people didn’t want me talking about them irl, so I came here to do that, met a lot of nice people, we rant about fandoms together, it’s a good time. Currently, I’m not around people irl who are Christian, so I’ve started coming here for that too, and it’s worked out pretty great. Met some nice people, talked about headcanons and such, found a few neurodivergent Christians and the intersectionality is nice, mostly good stuff.

The one issue I ran into was that a good number of my established followers and mutuals have religious trauma or don’t like religion very much, so to be sensitive to that, I tag every reblog of a religious post “tw religion” or “tw religion mention” so that they know to block the tags if they don’t wanna see it, and then I save my long rants on Christian headcanons and stuff like that for private DM’s and discord conversations with mutuals who are interested in that. It’s just something I do to try to be respectful and acknowledge that while this is something that’s brought a lot of joy and positivity in my life, not everyone has experienced it that way, and they might not want to see that on their dash, and it can be genuinely triggering for people.

But while this seemed like a good idea at the time, I now realize why you probably feel the need to ask about my religious background, which is why I feel obligated to answer your question. Because… most people who reblog posts with “tw religion” have something to say against it, but people who like religion will just reblog the post. Which I now realize, upon reflection, leads to a lot of Christian creators getting notifications like “uh oh! Someone reblogged your art with the hashtag “tw religion” wonder what rant they have against you” and then they check and it’s just me going “wow nice art, Happy Easter and God Bless You, you’re incredibly talented 🥰, and also TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CONTENT!” and on the flip side it’s also probably weird for everyone who sees the hashtag “tw religion” and is like “haha…nice. A rant against faith. I gotta see this!” only to click on the post and see some really well drawn art of Jesus and the children with a ton of positivity. So um… sorry for confusion?

To make a long story short, yes, I’m Christian, but this blog is mostly fandom content, that’s why I created it and that’s what I’m here for. I do incorporate a lot of Christian themes in my fic writing just like I incorporate elements of my neurodivergence into my writing as well, but my writing is not explicitly Christian, anyone can enjoy it. You’re allowed to like things by different groups that you are not part of while still not completely agreeing with everything that particular group believes. I promise it’s okay, that’s how humans work, none of us will ever think completely alike, but we can still enjoy each other’s stuff sometimes. I promise the world won’t end because you liked a fanfic where I wrote Nicholas’ speech to Martina about forgiveness and how she’s still a good person to parallel God’s mercy and love for us, you can still like it and like the message while not agreeing with my idea of who God is or that there even is a God at all. Most if not all the characters in Wolf 359 are atheists, and I still enjoy the podcast (though I will note before people come in my comments about this, yes, there is obviously some nuance to this atheism as canonically Minkowski is culturally Christian, Doug kinda knows the our father and probably got dragged to church on Christmas/his birthday and Easter at some point, Daniel Jacobi’s name has Jewish origins so the character likely has some Jewish background, Maxwell is ex-evangelical, Hera strikes me as spiritual but not religious, Cutter and Pryce are atheists who left religion but kept all the toxic parts so they could make themselves gods, and this last one actually has no canon evidence whatsoever, but I firmly believe that Kepler is specifically agnostic not atheist, and he goes out of his way to emphasize this by saying stuff like “due to the limits of the human mind, we can never really know the truth about the big picture” or something like that, but I know he has a speech about it. No disrespect to my agnostic followers, but unfortunately I think Kepler would do this).

That tangent aside, I will end by saying this. I have all sorts of people following this blog: Christians, atheists, people of other faiths, members of the LGBTQ+ community, neurodivergent folks, BIPOC, and more, and they followed me for my unhinged rants and fandom content. They didn’t come here to have their identities and beliefs bashed, and due to the fandoms I am in, many of them are also minors. And I am so, so, scared about what my reply to this anon might bring to this blog, no matter the answer, so let me be very clear: if you use this post, or any of my posts, to spread hate and negatively towards anybody, you’re blocked. I have already done this a few times when I’ve seen it around tumblr. If you think it was a mistake, let me know, but I’m not exposing my young followers to that. That’s not gonna help anybody, and there are so many better things you could be doing with your time.

With that said, if the tagging system is not working out, and you’d prefer I put the religious stuff on a side blog my non-Christian followers can block while still enjoying my usual content on the main, I can do that too. Whatever makes it easier for y’all.

*this would be a bummer, because I just hit an even 200, which is tricky to do when all you got is two of the tiniest fandoms alive and not much else. But look after yourself, I wish you well, and I’ll get over it.

#Bods Answers #I’m not dumb enough to put fandom tags on this #Not for all the money in the world #Bods Polls #tw religion #tw religion mention #Long post

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dimancheetoile · 6 days

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uh, hi.

maybe you're seeing this on your dash and thinking "hum, this username is kinda familiar". maybe you do remember me, in which case, again, hi.

i've been gone for an entire year. it hasn't been a great one. for those who read my posts before, you might already know this, but for everyone else, I was born with a rare genetic condition. on top of that, i had a very serious accident at 13 that more or less destroyed my right leg. i haven't been able to walk right since then, and it hasn't been helped by the following years of botched surgeries, complications from the operation, misdiagnosis and medical malpractice. i'm left with a barely functional leg that has a permanently torn set of ligaments, collapsed nerves and debilitating, constant, torturous chronic pain.

then i had a weird relapse of sorts. a bucketful of symptoms. hives and flushing, limbs and joints swelling, rashes, trouble breathing, sudden drops in blood pressure, heart rate above 100 at rest, stomach cramps, nausea, headaches, migraines, chronic fatigue, confusion, memory loss, dizziness and loss of consciousness. it's called MCAS.

i can't describe to you what it's like to never be well. to never wake up in a body that feels right, even just ok. to always have something going wrong, something painful, something that doesn't work right.

i'm hooked up to an oxygen machine twice a day. i wear a compression garment that goes from my ankles up to the tips of my fingers. i have to do two self-injections every month. i live with additional compressive equipment for both my knees, both my ankles, both my wrists, an elbow. i have a machine with electrodes i can put on painful areas to electrocute them and sometimes, it helps with the pain. i have to use pain-relief plasters and poultices a couple times a day.

i have premature arthritis. the arthritis in my back ate all the cartilage of my last three vertebrae (the ones above your tailbones, your lower back) so i'm like a car with no suspensions. my vertebrae are rubbing against each other with nothing in between to protect them, my discs are crushed, i have severe sciatica. chronic light sensitive migraines.

my joints don't hold. since january, I dislocated my left knee leading to a synovium effusion (big pocket of the lube in your joint that gathers and forms a ball and it pushes on your nerves, ligaments, tendons and tissue); i sprained my left ankle and it tore my external ligament and heel ligament. i dislocated a bunch of my fingers multiple times.

oh, i also got diagnosed with endometriosis and PCOS.

i live bedridden now. i have an entire grocery bag of medication sitting by my bed so i can reach it easily. opioids, neuropathic pain medication, anti-inflammatory medication, a medication that completely stops my period.

and that's without mentioning the hours and hours of hospital visits, specialists, family doctors, physical therapists, etc.

i'm gonna be honest. same time last year, i was having a hard time. i had turned 25 in january and moved into my first apartment since uni. it's in the same village as my mom which is the only reason i could live independently. so i was just 25 and all the MCAS stuff was happening on top of everything else and i had this realisation that this was what the rest of my life would look like, but worse, because my disease is degenerative. it gets worse as you age.

so i was just 25 and i realised i had the next 50 to suffer through this and more, and suddenly i didn't want to be here anymore. there was no ideation, it was more a complete break down of my hopes for the future. what was my future going to look like in this cursed body?

anyway, i collapsed under the mental pressure, my health continued to worsen. what i used to be able to do was no so much harder, and sometimes impossible. i was a 25-year-old in a prison of their own flesh. i couldn't deal with the rest of the world, so i cut myself off from it.

i'm doing better now, mentally. physically, it's only gotten worse. as i write this, i'm reaching for my pain meds because everything below my right knee is screaming in agony and i have a splitting headache. this is a good day for me.

thank you, if you've read this far. thank you, if you thought about me even once in the past year. i'm not asking for anything, except maybe to talk with you if you have a similar story. i feel so alone in this hell, it'd be nice to talk to someone.

i love you all.

-mako

#mako talks #disability #invisible disability #chronic pain #chronically ill

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0ryza13 · 8 months

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So I'm having a small crisis, it's fine, don't worry, but I gotta share.

So my childhood went by with me as the "weird kid" and the "gifted kid", as you do on Neurodivergence dot Website, right?

Then I'm like 18, 19 and I'm in college, and I'm like huh all these posts about ADHD are really fuckin relatable. So I go to my psychologist and say "hey uh I think I maybe have ADHD can we check that and maybe get me on meds to help with school?"

And she goes yeah sure and within like two weeks I have an ADHD diagnosis and a script for meds (I ended up havign to try a few different ones to find the right one for me but that's a different post).

And then a couple years later, im like 21, 22, and I'm thinking to myself "man all these autism posts are really fuckin relatable" so I just kind of ignore that one cause I had stuff going on. Then I take a self-diagnosis test online and im like "I'm putting in all the Normal People answers, there's no way I'm gonna score very high at all" and then I score wayyyyy into the spectrum. And I go "well then."

So the next time I see my psychologist I bring that up, and she goes "oh yeah all of you, my Gifted Kids, absolutely could qualify for that diagnosis. But I don't diagnose any of you with that because that is not a good thing to have written down on paper [because discrimination in workplaces and also by insurance companies and so on and so forth]" and I go "oh yeah makes sense okay then" and I start internalizing that I basically have a bit of autism.

And then I see my psychologist again, and I'm briefly talking about the autism thing for some reason (I forget how it came up exactly) and she goes "yeah but you don't actually have autism. You know that right?" And I go "... huh?"

"Yeah autism is a lot worse than what you have. You know how actual autistic people have it, right?" Yes I know, I have a cousin who is pretty severely autistic, he needs a lot of support in his daily life, etc etc. But back up, I thought you said-???

"Yeah no, what you have is Aspergers, but that was removed from the books as an actual diagnosis. Anybody with aspergers is just considered high-functioning Autistic now. You have Aspergers, not Autism, I just cant give you a diagnosis until the higher powers agree to reinstate Aspergers as a real thing."

Oh. Well then. Hmm.

(And of course this is making me wonder how many of the people who were making those relatable autism posts are also actually Aspergers Not Autism)

[Edit: please reblog the other version. The longer one with all the explanations from people. Thanks.]

#neurodivergence #autism #aspergers #personal #mental health #tagging is hard #edit

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babi-and-bubby-nursery · 7 months

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🌧️⸝⸝ Welcomes to Finns Dream! ⸝⸝☔

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⌣ ﹒ ❛ ﹒ My name is Finnegan, but I go by Finn! Please do not call me Finnegan unless we are moots/friends

♪ ﹒ ┊ ﹒ Age: 20!・✦ My pronouns: They/Them! I am NB

⌣ ﹒ ❛ ﹒ I am mixed! I take pride in it anywhere i can

♪ ﹒ ┊ ﹒ Orientation: Pan/ace [possibly]

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☂️ ⸝⸝︰{Agere information} ・

﹕ᶻᶻ﹒✦﹒ Role: Flip w/a strong regressor lean・

︶︶　 ˚ ◞ Status: I have a CG! His tag is @fdtw1 and he posts car pics from forza! He may make a regression blog one day, but that's his choice <33 ☁️・𓂃 Little type: I am a very Quiet little i've realized. There is a ton of trauma surrounding my regression and it was very hard to regress. Now, with the help of my husband(CG) There is hope! I can only regress for small periods of time, and it needs to be assisted but its a great start and i hope that when we live together itll boost my regression more! ෆ Comfort items: My paci's (i have 2 !!) Kitty; a very old stuffed cat, any of my blankets, my games, my books, my bubby! ︶︶　 ˚ ◞ Nicknames: Babi (pronounced baa-bee) babi bear, baby bear, pumpkin, cutie patootie, Babi butt, babitayto (pronounced babi-tato) tatotay, babs

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⛈️ ⸝⸝︰{Personal information} ・

⌣◞ ✦ Likes: I love to play and stream video games, I bake, cook, and am an avid reader! Books are a must for me (im saving for a library) I also love making things like discord servers and such! And my bubby, ofc・ ⧣

♪ 　 ⌣ 　〃Dislikes: Uh, bugs, bugbugsbugs, bugs, being purposely misgendered, my friends being purposely misgendered, Confrontation (bubby handles this), being flirted with, uh-.. OH and also bugs :}

🪣◞ Boundaries: Please don't ask me to be your Little. My dms are open for anyone +16 or -26 (i had a bad past with older individuals on tumblr) Listen to me when i tell you no, i mean it. Uh, and that's all i can think of for now

ෆ Other info: I have been a regressor since 13, i am now 20! I also have multiple mental health related issues, and am trying to get diagnosed for ASD as it is super prevalent. Physically i am also not in good health so its a struggle health wise lol. I will also be selling paci's from here!・𓂃⁩ᵎᵎ

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☁️ ⸝⸝︰{Tags} ・

‿⁠☆‿ #moodies— For any moodboards I create!

◜⁠#Stimmies﹒— For any stimboards I create!

‿⁠☆‿ #For Bubby— CG tips or appreciation posts I attempt. Anyone can use or repost these, they're just directed at my CG!

◜#W.O.T﹒— Outfits I create for my servers Wear or tear! Anyone can repost these

‿⁠☆‿ #Babi Things— These are either things I make that i wish to share, or just things I like that I am reposting!

◜#AgereSupport﹒— My tag for when im boosting events in my little server

‿⁠☆‿ #DinoLovers— My tag for when im boosting events in my CGs little server

◜#RainyDayPacis﹒— My tag for boosting my shop, or showing off pacis for sale

‿⁠☆‿ #BabiAnswers— My answers tag ◜#BabiReports﹒— My tag for reporting users that break my DNI's. or cross tag who interact with my posts ‿⁠☆‿ #Bubby's happy homework— My happy worksheets tag! These are sheets found by my CG @fdtw1 that we would love to see other littles/dreamers complete!

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⛅ ⸝⸝︰{Links} ・

⌣ ﹒ ❛ ﹒ Pronouns Page: https://en.pronouns.page/@FinnegansTravels

♪ ﹒ ┊ ﹒ Carrd: TBD

⌣ ﹒ ❛ ﹒ Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/finneganstravels

♪ ﹒ ┊ ﹒ Insta Shop: https://www.instagram.com/rainydaypaci/

⌣ ﹒ ❛ ﹒ Discords: https://discord.gg/35xMMYsUZQ and https://discord.gg/YrDVpf9uqn (both are verification locked)

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☀️ ⸝⸝︰{DNI} ・

・Anti-agere/agedre, NSFW blogs/"SFW" kink blogs, Ddlg/abdl/cgl and other variants, etc

・18+ only / nsfw accounts, etc

・Bigotted peoples (Racist/Homophobic/ableist etc)

・Anti-xenos/anti-neos, etc

・Under 13 or over 27 (you can repost my stuff, but plz do not message me)

・MIKs (minors in kink), MAPs (minor attracted peoples), pro-ana, pro-mia, anti-recovery

・Extreme political left or rightists, religious extremists, Etc

・Pro-lifers/anti-choice

You will be blocked On sight if you do not adhere to my dni.

｀、ヽ｀ヽ｀、ヽ(ノ＞＜)ノ｀、ヽ｀☂ヽ｀、ヽ

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ofstoriesandstardust · 2 years

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back to december (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: we’ve gone too long without some angst. suffer.

summary: after all the time, Rooster agrees to have one last conversation, in order for the both of you to get closure. you find yourself asking him for one more chance.

inspired by taylor swift’s “back to december”

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, discussion of depression and symptoms of depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of a grandfather passing away, angst with a hopeful ending, this takes place somewhere arbitrarily on the timeline post-TGM, this is self-indulgent, but isn’t that what all fanfiction is, references to the selection because i can’t help myself, i saw the opportunity and ran with it, this has a mildly unrealistic ending and this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written but honestly idgaf

word count: 2,412

You sighed, fiddling with your cup as you sat down at a table outside the cafe. It was a nice spring day out, warm, with a gentle breeze. Not too hot, not too chilly. Perfect. Had things been different, it would’ve been a day you and Bradley had spent in your backyard, enjoying the sunshine, lazily reading books and working and chatting and soaking up each other’s presence. Your heart clenched as you thought about it, knowing you were the reason it wasn’t like that anymore. Knowing you were the reason it may never be like that again.

He sighed, the sound of the metal chair scraping against the concrete bringing your attention back up to him as he set his cup down. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments and then you blink. “Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.” He nods and there’s more silence. “So, how’ve you been?”

“Good.”

“Work good? Everyone still flying good?” He nods.

“Yep, all still the best damn pilots I’ve ever flown with.”

“Mav good? No more plane crashes?”

“Yep, everyone’s all good.” You nod.

“Well, the weather’s nice today.” You say, looking up at the blue sky, not a cloud in sight.

“Mhm.” He responds, taking a sip of his drink. You look at Rooster, knowing his guard is up and you’re the reason why. You know he’s thinking of the last time you saw him, when he tried to save the relationship and you left him behind, telling him it was for the best. You sigh, blinking back the tears that are starting to form. You don’t get to cry, you’re the reason you’re here in the first place.

“How’re things going for you?” You aren’t expecting him to ask that, so your brain short-circuits and you freeze, coming up with the only response you can think of.

“Good. Good. Job’s good. Family’s good. Good.”

“You don’t sound good.” You chuckle a little bit at that.

“Yeah, I don’t- haven’t been sleeping lately. I uh, got diagnosed with depression in February. Not sleeping is part of all of it.” He raises his eyebrows a little bit.

“Oh.”

“Mhm.” It’s your turn to put your guard up, not wanting to let Rooster see the worst of you. Another silence settles between the two of you and you chance a glance at your ex-boyfriend. Your met with the same brown orbs that you’d fallen in love with. He’s looking at you with concern and care and a hint of something else and you’re hit by a wave of memories.

Rooster’s hand is on your thigh as you laugh loudly with him, the countryside flying by. The two of you are on your way to see Maverick at his hangar and it’s at that moment, seeing your boyfriend relax as he laughs at your story, that you realize you’re in love with the boy. He glances at you. “What?”

You shrug. “Nothing, you’re just cute, s’all.” He squeezes your thigh in response, eyes on the road.

“I love you, you know?” You take his hand from his thigh and it intertwine it with yours, squeezing it.

“I love you too.”

You blinked, swallowing your tears as you watched the time on your phone tick by. The day wasn’t over yet. You could still call. Still text. There was still time to reach out. You groaned as your entire body screamed to do something, to let him know you still cared but you didn’t move, watching the time run out. As the clock hit 11:59 PM, you sighed, clicking your phone off and standing up from your dining room table. Your house was dark and quiet, much like your life had been since you’d broken up with Rooster.

“Happy birthday Bradley.” You whispered.

You sigh as you take in Rooster’s defeated figure, collapsed at his dining table.

“Fuck, (Y/N), I am trying so hard here, please, just give me something.” You sighed, biting your lip. He’s crying and you can feel tears of your own rising up.

“Bradley, you and I both know this was never going to work.” He whimpers, his hands coming up to cover his face as his sobs take over, muffled behind his hands. Your heart cracks and you usually would’ve sat down, taken his hands, and let him cry into your shoulder as you hugged him, soothing his pain. “I’m so sorry, but- but you deserve more and I- I can’t give you what you want.” His head shoots up to look at you and you grimace taking in his red-rimmed eyes.

“You! You’re the one I want! I don’t care about all this shit, I just don’t want to lose you!” A cold feeling washed over you as you picked apart his words, wondering if he really meant them. He wanted you now, but would he in a year? Two? Three? Were you breaking his heart or just speeding up the inevitable, when the two of you burned out? Would he just resent you for staying when you both know it was meant to end? And did he even really want you or was he just with you because of how long the two of you had been together, for what the two of you been through together?

“Bradley, I’m sorry, but I can’t- I can’t do this anymore. I can’t. We’re done.” You whisper and you watch as his heart breaks. The cracks in every piece of him falling apart as sobs overtake his body and he breakdowns at the table, shoulders heaving. Your heart twists as you watch the scene and you turn away, biting back your own tears. You grab your keys and before you know it, the front door is shutting behind you. You breakdown in your car, collapsing onto the steering wheel as your own sobs wrack your body.

Goodbye, Bradley.

He smiles at you as he jogs over from the game of dogfight football. You not-so-subtly admire the way his tan skin glistens with sweat as he presses a kiss to your cheek. “How’s the book?” he asks warmly and you shrug. You’d long stopped paying attention to the murder mystery in front of you, instead admiring your boyfriend and his pilot buddies as they played.

“Oh, just thrilling.” He lets out a loud laugh as a warm feeling settles in your chest.

You could get used to that sound.

“Yeah, okay. Yeah, thanks for telling me Mom.” You say, swallowing the tears as Bradley eyes you. “Yeah, love you too. Bye.” You say and you move the phone away from your ear as you look at the table, eyes burning. “Sorry, I just- I had a feeling something was wrong and I needed to-” You sigh, taking in a deep breath, trying to hold back the tears. The relationship with Rooster was still fresh and new and you weren’t sure you were ready for him to see you break. He stood up wordlessly, gently taking the phone from you and putting it on the counter. He wrapped you in a hug and you returned it, feeling your guard fall down second by second. “He passed away tonight.” His hug becomes tighter around you as the first few tears break loose. “My grandfather’s gone, just like that.” A sob breaks free and he moves a hand to run through your hair.

“Shh, let it out baby, I’m here. I’m right here.”

You blink the memories away as Rooster sighs, shifting back in his chair. “What do you really want here (Y/N)?” He asks and you shrug.

“I told you, I wanted us to both get closure.”

“I got closure the night you walked out. Try again.” He states harshly and you flinched and shifted uncomfortably in your seat, sighing.

“Uh, well, I uh- I’ve had a lot of time to think about about what I did and especially why I did it. And uhm, not that it’s an excuse but uhm, I’ve come to realize my depression was the driving force behind the breakdown of our relationship. It- it made it really hard for me to feel like I could be loved, that I was worthy of love. And the bad thoughts got worse and I thought that maybe if I left then I wouldn’t- wouldn’t feel so shitty. But by breaking your heart, I broke mine, and it just made things worse.” You feel your throat close up with tears and you pause. The brunette shifts eyeing you carefully. “And uhm, a few months after we broke up I decided to get help for whatever I was dealing with because I realized that this shit isn’t normal. So I started seeing a therapist and um, it lead to a diagnosis and I’ve been doing a lot better now. But I still struggle with it because I uhm- sorry I’m-” You sigh, putting your head in your hands as the tears threaten to consume you.

“Hey, it’s okay, take your time.” He says softly. You pull your legs put on your chair to sit criss cross, picking at the skin on your finger. He move over so slightly to set his large hand on your knee. You sigh, taking a deep breath, not daring to make eye contact with him as his hand never moves.

“It’s been hard for me to get to a good place because I still have a lot of guilt and regret about what I did. Bradley, breaking up with you was the worst mistake I ever made. You were- you were my best friend, someone I could just laugh all night long with. You knew exactly what I needed and you supported me no matter what. You treated me so well and I know- I know leaving broke your heart and it broke mine too. I regret it more than I regret anything else in my life and I am so sorry. And uhm, I want to ask for a second chance. I don’t deserve it but God- it- I know it’s so selfish of me to ask but I have to because I need to know and if you’ve moved on or don’t want to let me back in, I completely understand but I- I want nothing more. If you gave me a second chance, I promise I would do better this time, I would love you right, I- I would never leave again.” He inhales sharply, moving his hand from your knee and your heart sinks as he does. You wipe away your tears as they slip down silently as the man in front of you holds your heart in his hands. “I still love you. My heart has only ever been yours Bradley Bradshaw, and it will only ever yours to keep.” He crosses his arms as he looks away from you. You continue to wipe away tears as you watch the gears turning in his head.

“What you did destroyed me.” And there it was. You nod, already moving to stand up.

“Yeah, I know. And I’m sorry you can’t forgive me.” You whisper, grabbing your keys, as the tears burn your eyes. You’ve already broken down enough, might as well go home and lick your wounds without having to hear him list everything you did wrong and why his life was so great without you in it. He reaches out for your wrist, effectively stopping your movement.

“Hey, I didn’t say that. Sit down.” He says nervously, almost as if you’ll say no and run again. You sit down slowly and it’s only once you’re fully seated, that he’s sure you’re not going to bolt, does he let go of your wrist. It burns from his touch as you try not to think about how badly you want to take it and just hold it in your own again. “Look, if we’re gonna do this, we have to start over. I need to see that you’ve changed. That you’re truly doing better, that you’re doing what you’re supposed to, that if things get bad again, and they will at some point, because it happens with mental illness, that you’re not gonna run again. I need to be able to know that I can trust you to talk to me about whatever’s going on inside that pretty little head of yours. And that if you’e not gonna talk to me about it, you’ll talk to someone.” You nod slowly, biting your lip uncertainly. He hesitates, clearly choosing his words carefully. “Look, I’m not saying that we’ll- we’ll ever get back together. I can’t promise that, because I don’t know if I’m going to be able to trust you again. But... but I’m willing to try. Because I loved you and I still love you and I will love you for the rest of my life.” Your heart flutters at the words but you try not to get too hopeful. “So, we can start out as friends, and we’ll go from there.” You sigh, feeling your heart twist, knowing you need to tell him the truth.

“Bradley, I’m all in or not at all because I will not survive losing you again. I- if you get to the end of this and realize you’ll never be able too fully forgive me- I can’t handle that. I can’t get you back, even just as a friend, only to lose you again.”

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers. “Look at me.” You hesitantly meet his eyes. “I’m not. No matter what, I will always love and care about you and if you needed me, I’d fly halfway across the world just to be there. It’s gonna suck and it’s gonna take a lot of time, and we stand a good shot at figuring things out but even if we don’t- I’ll always be your friend.” You sigh, wiping some of your tears away. “What was that book series you made me read, the competition of princesses?”

“The Selection?”

“Yeah, that’s one. What was it Maxon said, my heart was only ever yours to break anyways? Well, (Y/N), my heart was only ever yours to break.” You don’t mention that Maxon had also told America that he could break his heart a thousand times if she liked. You knew the implication behind his words. “I love you, and I love you enough to work things out. We’ll figure it out.”

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scottykarve · 1 month

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About a month ago, I took a trip to Australia and met up with Ted while he was in the ward. I, against the instruction of the staff, recorded our interaction, but the audio was completely garbled. Gibberish to anyone but Ted and I, probably. Don’t use a spy pen from a happy meal if you plan to actually hear it back. Luckily, with my supreme memory assisted by what little I could hear, I was able to write out this thing. I guess transcribing audio logs is all tumblr’s good for? I wasn’t going to post it, but Ted was right, someone can probably make use of anything. So here, if this connects any dots, use it.

[Clicking sound, audio starts. Bitcrushed throughout, with intermittent loud plasticky sounds.]

Ted: Uh.

Me: Hi. Scott, um, karvingwood. Scott Kulver. I decoded the shit on the blog.

Ted: Right, right.. You- you’re American, though. How did you-?

Me: It was an expensive flight. Can I ask you some questions?

Ted: [pause, slightly incredulous huff] Slow down, I think I have some questions first? How did you find me? Why did you find me?

Me: Oh, easy, I asked the Star person on your tumblr. I needed to talk to you, so if I could just?- [the ‘wub wub’ sound paper makes when you flap it]

Ted: Fine, get on with it.

Me: Thanks. So, firstly- [pause, reading from notes I had] … Um, in ‘January’, the video doesn’t glitch when [hesitation] the Tall Guy’s around. What’s up with that?

Ted: I cou-

Me: Talk into the pen please.

Ted: Is that a mic-? ..eh, okay. I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t edit the video. Mmmaybe it had something to do with Virus? That was the first time I’d filmed meeting Him with the mask on. Maybe it interfered, or He just chose not to corrupt it.. Who knows.

Me: Okay, cool. Speaking of Virus, what is it like wearing, uh, him?

Ted: Like a buff in a video game. Invincibility or immunity or something. I don’t get tired, I don’t need to eat, I can be in His presence without feeling sick. It catches up when I take it off, but..

Me: When orr where did you get it?

[six seconds of silence]

Me: Oookay. New line of questions. When did you start seeing Ezra?

Ted: I was 18, so, uh.. God, must’ve been 2022? Early in the year. Kit recommended I ask to see her when I was getting diagnosed with depression. Said she was a great listener, stopped listening when they turned 20, for some reason, so they stopped going. Always felt like there might’ve been more to it. I wasn’t having the same issues, so I just.. kept seeing her.

Me: Kit.. I like the Murphys. Nice ride over.

Ted: Wh- you met them?

Me: Oh, yeah, Kit drove me here. Might see Freyja tonight. We saw a cat on the way, cute black one with just the biggest moon eyes. Reminded me of your little lady. Anyways,-

[quiet huff/sigh noise from Ted]

Me: -speaking of Ezra, [gesturing at arm] what’s the symbol been doing for you?

Ted: Fuck all, as far as I’m concerned. He shows up more frequently than I remember, but that’s probably just because the.. Yknow. Things keep on dropping. He’s like a vulture, just… showing up when something dies to take it.

Me: Mm. And your arm, how is it? Healing up?

Ted: It’s.. fine, I guess. The nurses replaced the bandages to make sure it can heal properly.

Me: Sick, good. That’d be a sweetass scar, but yknow. So the staff’s been treating you fine, I take it.

Ted: There’s a group of nurses I really don’t vibe with, but they keep their distance if I’m not alone.

Me: Makes sense. So, um, on the subject of bodies. [voice lowers] How did you start with the sacrifices?

Ted: [sound of chair scooting back] Jesus christ, say that any louder?

Me: Sorry.

Ted: [voice also lowers] …Look, I’m not going to give you advice on culty killing sprees or anything. The first one was an accident. Kind of. A bird. Swung at it, killed it, and when I found it in my suitcase of all places.. I offered it up, and He sure as shit showed up to take it.

Me: Mm. Has He showed up at all while you’ve been here?

Ted: Yeah, a few times. A few patients, uh.. [lowering voice again] A few nurses have died since I’ve been here. Not my work, I swear to god, but He’s taking them like they’re more sacrifices. Lucky me. There, um.. Three of them. Clearly not natural causes, either. One’s head was caved in, one had their throat slit, and.. And one was bleeding from the face. Something isn’t right here but if I can keep my head down I can get the fuck outta here. Last thing I need is to end up like them.

Me: I’d break you out if I could. [soft laugh]. Well, thanks for, um, your honesty. [chair scooting back sound] It was nice to meet you, Ted! [sound of notebook closing] I’m sure we’ll be-

[clicking sound, audio end]

#teds a great listener #would love to go back under less hospitalized conditions

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g4v1nsgun · 21 days

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okay i should definitely make an introduction because someone who i DID NOT want to interact with me just did so uh

haii!! my name is hiro or gavin, though i go by other names those r the ones i prefer most (click here for my pronouns page, with said other names)

i go by he/him and it/its pronouns predominantly

this blog is a good chunk of the time reblogs about whatever. art, memes, just anything i like. sometimes i ramble and rave and post my silly memes so look out 4 that :3

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interests!!!

i have soooo many to list. this blog is multifandom!!! but primarily bh6 as thats my hyperfixation right now :). pls go to my spacehey if u want a good chunk of them.....

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byf!

- i am a minor. pls dont do anything nsfw with me,.,,..,,.....

- i am taken and i lvoe my husband very much!1!1!1!1!!!1!! u may see the occasional post of stuff i compare 2 me n him <33

- u cant stop me from wanting to talk about my hyperfixations allllll day every day and if i really really trust u i might ramble 2 u about it if u give me the chance.........

- i cant pick up on tone that well, that often... please use tone indicators with me! i really dont mean to offend u in any way! i try my best to use them as often as possible myself lol

- i forget a ton of stuff! blame my adhd as the main culprit

- as with the tone warning, i also cant normally tell if something i say or do or reblog is bad or not... please let me know!

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dni! if..

- you fit basic dni criteria (racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, pedophiles, shit like that)

- just in general bigots. fuck off u annoying shits.

- proship, comship (rarepairs are an exception obvi, i mean my otp is a rarepair), or darkship in anyway. what i mean by this is shit like incest pairings, minor x adult, abusive, stuff thats bad and illegal and wrong. i have no clue why you do what u do but you make me extremely uncomfortable and my blog has no place 4 u

- wilbur soot or dteam supporters. u r not welcome here in any way.

- endogenic systems and their supporters. yes, even if you are a traumagenic system yourself, if you support endos, dnfi. i do not regret saying you are probably faking a very serious mental disorder. if this feels real to you, CONTACT A PROFESSIONAL AND DONT USE DUMB FUCKING CHRONICALLY ONLINE TERMS. as someone who is very close to a professionally diagnosed traumagenic osdd-1b system, i will not tolerate your behaviors in the slightest. get off my page.

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i WILL update this as i go along because stuff comes to me very slowly! be warned!

thank u for taking the time to read otherwise

oh yeah, and i am the self-proclaimed ceo of wilro, or as i like 2 call dem, time machine. they are my otp and comfort ship. they mean a lot 2 me, theyre basically the face of my page LOL.

(psst. i made this image btw. so silly, right?)

#hiro says important stuff

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dabis-azure-songbird · 3 months

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GazettE Oneshot Preview (Mostly Aoi x Reader)

Uh, wow. Um. hi. This was originally posted around Halloween for Kinktober...but it didn't turn out that way so I'm posting a snippet now. It's super hardcore...So please exercise caution. I'll mark it with #Hardtober so you all can block it and won't see the full one. I sustained an overuse/work injury in the base of my thumb that is also connected to my wrist...My thenar eminence or possibly the start of carpal tunnel. I went to the ER one Sunday and then also had physical therapy and meds...I also got officially diagnosed with mixed anxiety and depressive disorder. I apologize if I've let anyone down. I know I keep disappearing and everything, so I understand if you can't support me. But to those who still enjoy my work and want to read it... this is a new preview for you. This oneshot will be fucked up and raw, so please be warned. I'm trying to come back...but I feel terrible I haven't updated my Naga Bakugo on A03 in three years... My wrist/hand is getting sore and hurting a bit now, but I hope some of you enjoy and appreciate it.

MAJOR WARNINGS FOR THIS ONE: Violence, kidnapping, blood kinks, gore, CNC, dubcon, Kai is the bad guy (because I love it and I'm a kinky bitch dammit, so yeah), established relationship with Aoi, foul dirty talk, multiple partners. This may be triggering, so please proceed with extreme caution. And you may ask, why would you write this? It's my comfort and I'm taking back my control for all the men who touched me against my will or the one who told me not to tell them "no". If you don't want to read it, you don't have to. Block #Hardtober

Pairing: Aoi x Reader is the main pairing, but all the GazettE boys have fun with the reader in their own ways.

I will not warn you again, continue at your own risk now. This is also based off of and inspired by TCM, Mad Marble Hell Vision, No. 666. It also jumps right into the action so be ready from the get-go.

A scream echoed through the woods as the dark-haired male fought you to the ground and a punch to the side of your face left you momentarily shocked.

"STOP! Please!"

As he rolled you to face him, you continued to try to grapple and wrestle him. As he pulled the knife from his pants, your blood ran cold like ice.

"Please! Please, no!"

You were able to knock the knife away, slicing your hand a little in the fray, but he still got ropes looped around your wrists and pulled them taut. Refusing to give up, you lurched your body back with just leg power before he grabbed an ankle to draw you back and tie them as well.

You just kept screaming. At first. Kai admitted he liked it, but now you were just starting to get on his nerves.

"Shut up, bitch!" he spat, pulling a rag from his pocket to gag your mouth.

You groaned lowly around the cloth as he hoisted you onto his shoulder.

"Good girl. That's more like it."

You tried to squeal at the hand that patted your bottom.

"Wouldn't do that if I were you, little lady. If I drop you, you'll have an even prettier shiner tomorrow."

Your head began to feel hazy as you hung on him like a sack. For a second, Kai thought you passed out on him. A flick to the side of your thigh quickly resolved that when you yelped in surprise.

He grinned as he brought you into the house. Your eyes met the dark eyes of your boyfriend as he grasped the cage's bars, covered in blood and gore.

"BABY GIRL! You put her down!"

"AGH!" you choked.

"Oh? This is your boyfriend, beautiful? Does he fuck you so good you'll cry like I will?"

Hot tears began to flood down your face as he dropped you ass first on the floor.

"I have a better idea. Why don't I let my pet fuck you instead. Huh? Are you really a dirty little slut?"

You stared at him, black eye already forming and irritated by tears. A frustrated and muffled scream tore out around the cloth as he pushed you into another cage. One with a white band around his nose and blonde hair. The male grunted as his hands held you up and your terrified eyes met his. He licked his lips.

"LEAVE HER ALONE, YOU FUCKS!"

Kai smirked as Reita's hands slid over your torn clothes and bruised and dirty skin.

"Now, Reita, you don't just want to touch her, do you?"

"Reita" glanced to your pleading eyes, to Aoi's, to Kai's, and then back to yours. Slowly, tentatively, he took a step back into the corner of his cage, leaving you to balance on tied feet.

"Getting soft on her, are you?"

#Hardtober #Aoixreader #Gazettexreader #thegazettexreader #theGazetteKinktober

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 9 months

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Interviews 🌊 finnick odair x y/n part 4

I twisted my ring on my finger nervously. I was worried. About many things, about the rebellion plan, about telling my love to the captial and if I would lose the love of my life. But I mustn’t think that. However it is in the back of my mind. Me and finnick both agreed that we would tell the world of our relationship during the interviews. I also am very nervous due to the fact of I have always been insucure. What if he doesn’t like my dress? What if he thinks I’m ugly? I doubted In my mind.

(The dress you wear I love it so much)

Cordia then did my makeup. I could see they were going for a Ocean theme. It was different hues of blue with a bubbly look. They pin my hair up in a French braid.

As I looked deep into the blue of the dress I couldn’t help but feel homesick. I missed the sea.

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As all the tributes are waiting backstage, I hear someone wolf whistle from behind me. I turn to see finnick chuckling. He looking you up and down blushing a bit while smirking “you look great darling”

I smile. Even though he has proposed to my sometimes I still can wrap my head around the fact that we’re together. It feels like a dream.

one by one the tributes go up on stage. They give their sob story to Cesar and the capital. They cry, they guilt trip, they do anything they can to attempt to stop the games. But things are now in motion that cannot be undone. Snow can’t backtrack, not now he gone too far. And he is not the forgiving type. And all to soon they are calling for me to come up on stage.

“y/n!” Ceaser grinned as if he was happy to see me. Of course I returned the smile. “It’s been a long time since we saw you last” I sit down on the chair next to him

I chuckle lightheartedly though there is nothing funny about going into competition where we fight to the death “yes it has”

“now- tell me how do u feel about going back into the arena. Happy, scared ? Maybe optimistic”

“cautiously optimistic” I say “I have a very strong team of allies”

And he seems satisfied until “now tell me do you have someone—speacial at home?”

“I uh” I twist the ring on my finger and mumble out”I-I-do” I look up and and see all of the cameras trained on my face.

“well who are they? And what are they like?”

“oh Caesar if I told you. You would laugh and not believe me” I say with a chuckle

“oh now I must know”

“ well all I’ll say is *there’s nobody better than you it took me a while to know, but you know it from the start,* and when I go onto that arena with you… I may die but I won’t go out without protecting you”

many a gasps arise from the crowd as they make the connection. But all I know is that I Can finally show those girls in the capital who is truly dating

“ well folks looks like there won’t be just one pair of star crossed lovers in the arena this time” Cesar concludes ending the interview

Note: oh my gosh, I am so sorry guys for being gone for so long. I passed out hit my head really hard got a bad concussion which I’m still not recovered from and got diagnosed wi with disautanomia so it’s been a pretty rough time. Sorry for not posting. What do you think of this? I’m sorry if it’s bad, please don’t hate though.

#fanfiction #fanfic #hunger games finnick #finnick odair #finnick x reader #thg x reader #finnick imagine #thg finnick #dating finnick odair would include #finnick odair x reader #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #hunger games #mockingjay #catching fire

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alostlittleriverlotus · 2 years

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I may or may not have written way too much on a post about the personality disorders (and other disorders) that the Obey Me boys have because I saw someone say Asmo was a narcissist and demonized narcissism and it made me mad and also I believe Lucifer shows more NPD traits while Asmo shows more HPD traits. Though no real diagnoses in canon, the traits are there. But I only stopped cause I misclicked and a paragraph I was working on (it was just started) got deleted and I lost my train of thought so I stopped. That and I'm getting hungry and if I don't eat soon my blood sugar will get low and that'll be hell to work through for like a bit.

Anyway, quick synopses:

Lucifer: NPD, OCPD, autistic

Mammon: BPD, DPD, ADHD and autistic

Levi; AVPD, social anxiety, ADHD and autistic

Satan: BPD and ASPD, autistic

Asmo: HPD, ADHD

Beel: AVPD, DPD, autistic, maybe ADD (more attention rather than hyperactivity is what I mean)

Belphie: SZPD and/or ASPD, definitely BPD, autistic

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These are headcanons based on research, in game lore, traits exhibited throughout the game including in chats, story mode, events, and Devilgram cards. As well as me experiencing multiple of these disorders. I will be going in depth on WHY I believe these, particularly the PDs, in that post. It is saved in my drafts right now, but I wanted to at least share my headcanons. Also the reasons take in a lot of what I see people say they experience with the disorders and not just my own experiences with them or just based on a list of traits because I believe listening to those with the disorders really give good insight into what the disorders are like better than just reading abut them can.

If you have different headcanons or believe differently, totally valid. These are, again, mostly based on my own experiences with the disorders I have while the ones like ASPD, SZPD, and OCPD are based on what I have witnessed and learned. Also I suspect NPD in myself and actually Lucifer was a BIG reason I realized *I* could be a narcissist because of his narcissistic traits.

Also I kin all of the brothers and they are my comfort characters so uh yeah. I just. These boys are so disordered and I find they all are autistic/ADHD in some way. Not gonna rant, not gonna rant, not gonna rant, stop talking and go make food River, omfg.

Okay anyway I have a post in the making and it'll go super duper in depth about it! Laterz!

(Oh and if you don't know Obey Me or most of the story aka if you don't play or are a newer player, you may be lost in the post tbh.)

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weebsinstash · 2 years

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hey so, this is, kind of a stressful weird question but as some of you know I work retail and there's a specific customer who is causing quite the problem for us, like its actually making me extremely stressed out because she's mentioned brining lawyers into this, so

If any of you are particularly knowledgeable on the law and specifically ADA/disability law, i have kind of a question below the readmore. Im trying to research the answer myself but I figured there are almost 6k of you and one of you may be able to help. Otherwise this issue is legitimately making me so stressed I may ask questions from a lawyer directly

So anyways without going into extreme detail (EDIT guess who went into detail anyways) I actually made a post about this on my main, but, long story short, there's an extremely emotionally volatile elderly disabled woman who keeps coming into our grocery store and bullying the fuck out of us and making us do things I don't think we are legally obligated to do and recently she's started claiming that she's going to pursue legal action if we don't do what she says

She is ambulatory without use of a walker or cane although she could be using her shopping cart as a brace, even drives herself to the store in a large minivan, but alleges to need help fetching certain items off the shelves. You know, somehow has the strength to walk and push a cart but somehow cannot pick up extremely small items herself. I'm talking even a small pack of grape tomatoes off a face-height shelf, she's asking you to stop what you're doing and grab it for her

Anyways uh normally we wouldn't mind this but the main problem is she's extremely emotionally unpredictable and has a very short temper and is even claiming some of us have "abused her" and "made her feel threatened" so not only is she extremely unpleasant to deal with, but she will literally sit in a chair and refuse to leave the store until an employee, one SHE specifically requests, follows her outside and loads her car for her, which is not a service we provide outside of our instacart service which she would need to do on her phone, but also, again, she keeps making false accusations between us and her, and our parking lot is a legal gray area with no cameras

like legitimately scared of this woman because even though she's not all with it she's lucid enough to be extremely manipulative. I was trapped having to help her load her car and she saw my hands were shaking and commented on it.

Oh! Did I mention? The first time she ever created this whole big scene, deliberately and loudly saying over and over how she's being abused, demanding to sit her chair right in the entryway where people can see her fake hyperventilating, after all of this big show, she said to a manager "isn't there some sort of financial compensation when there's been cases of abuse" so. we're pretty positive she's also just maybe a little actress and wants to dupe us into some sort of incident so she can get free shit

So. Yeah. As a both physically and emotionally disabled person myself I know this is an extremely sensitive, legally precarious topic, because technically if she has emotional diagnosed issues, then technically her behavior is a result of her disability and we aren't allowed to fault her for being an evil nasty old cunt, but also, like.... do we HAVE to help her with every single thing if she can technically do it herself... we don't even want to be near her hysterical old self... she legitimately made me have a fucking panic attack and, don't we have rights too?

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thejellybeanboys · 1 year

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Hmm looking through other posts, wil Liam I diagnose you with you definitely have a crush on Luis . I know u probably don’t want to act upon anything rn but it’s the holiday! You gotta at least do something before someone else more (sandwichy) attempts it too.

(Wolfnoob.exe: (/Command: isolate ask for @Wolfnoob.exe)

Wil-Liam: “A....an actual crush?... Look I'll tell ya a secret that you can't tell anyone especially Luis but...you see I have meet him before, years ago, and uh he doesn't remember me it looks like. Um his family used to camp near a place where I... stayed at. One day in the woods I was crying a lot in the rain cause I scraped one of my knees, but he then showed up with an umbrella to cover me. He helped me and...no one has ever done that for me not--until I met him. He let me stay under the umbrella that whole rain. Soon we talked, he said he couldn't understand me much (i wasn't the best at speaking when I was younger) but he still laughed at my observations. He later went and brought me stuff from his campsite so he can show me how cool he was. He brought the most delicious treats and a portable game system. I loved it. We uh hung for only a week i think, and I knew that it wouldn't last, he would always tell me whenever we played in the woods that his family was only there temporarily for the break and that he'll go home soon. I told him that I should be going home too, uh cause I would be in trouble...i wasn't allowed to leave my...home. But we agreed that maybe if we have the time we could meet again and play. It was strange though, one day Luis said he had two more days until he had to go home, so we hung out as usual... until suddenly I felt strange and I then awoke in the middle of the night in the woods. It seems that maybe i didn't spend that day with him afterall...maybe I just overslept? So I tried to find him...went to where his campsite was supposed to be and...no, it was gone. Only tracks of shoes and wheels were there. It seems like he had to go home early and didn't have time to tell me or I just imagined him saying that he had two days left...it didn't matter. I cried, but I knew he was going to go away. Still, it hurted having your first ever friend just be a temporary one. I went back to my home after it all.

But here we are in the present...um obviously I'm free as a bird now--uh because I was given more permission hehe. Oh man when I first saw Luis in school I couldn't believe it, i thought my mind was playing tricks again or I used my powers accidentally. I couldn't stop staring cause I couldn't believe it, though I know it freaked him out. But dude...when he didn't remember me I-I told myself that of course he wouldn't, you were just some weird thing he met in the woods one summer, someone as cool and untouchable as him wouldn't think twice about something like you... even then he had to at least remember just that camping trip, so i kept prodding and bothering him to surface that memory. He claims to not even remember going camping with his family, he just told me that in general he doesn't remember much of anything that wasn't his family when he was younger, Codey told me that too, I guess homeboy just has memory issues or something. Which is just my luck, My first ever friend and the one who inspired me to leave home didn't know me at all and thinks I'm like a creep trying to bother him. I guess I was okay with starting from square one, until it wasn't. You see I love playing videogames or just competitive stuff in general and there was a lot of it at school. I apparently became popular or something... Luis didn't like that so he kinda ended up disliking me. Yeah I know even more bad luck. I of course don't care about popularity or whatever, but me playing games or competitions allowed for me to talk with Luis more often and even play with him. I had to come with grips that a lot of things changed from that day we met in the forest, that he wasn't going to be exactly the same as Luis that I met (his firery glares made that obvious) but I was still entranced by him the same. He is afterall half the literal embodiment of light that nobody can look away from...not even me, even if it hurts.”

Oh um... sorry if that was long and like going everywhere...i just really needed to process the whole crush thing by myself. Cause I guess it makes sense that i would be attached and then attracted to my first friend...he changed my life a lot and he doesn't know it. I never planned to ever see him again but now that I have it's gotten a lot more complicated...I would tell you why but heh we would be here all day and I don't think I'm comfortable yet sharing everything dawg (believe me I purposely left out a lot of detail in that story). I just like him. Even though he tries to hide his feelings a lot I know he genuinely likes his friends and his family... mostly cause he's very obvious. And I know even though he says or does selfish things he still does the right thing in his heart organ. He's got passion like I've never seen... he's just scared to show it...i can understand. Luis and I might be hella different but I just relate so much to him, he inspires me. Y'know I think I know why it's a crush like youall say...

I mentioned before that the only movie I ever watched before I saw other things was the Princess Bride. It's an adventure movie and whatnot but romance is what drives the journey. I-I always wanted to be like Westley (the main person in the story), heroic, smart, looking good in anything and... finding someone who might be aggravated by me at first but grows to know that I'm not bad or I don't have to be bad and; that I love them and they could love me. And just like Westley I don't wanna be apart from my princess...or in this case prince? Uum yeah, I guess I realize that if I want that for Luis and me then I like him...more than a friend now. Huh, I guess he's now my first ever crush...i didn't think I could get those.”

Though... I don't know how I could ever express it now properly during this holiday... like I said I have done something but I didn't really say it was from me...oh well. There's also the whole "Chris" thing.. which um now that I know I have a crush on Luis... makes me 100 times sadder now (wait is Chris now like my Prince Humperdinck??). Eh not like it matters though, I'm just conflicted as all heck, I wanna tell and express to Luis that I like him but at same time I don't know if I deserve to have my feelings expressed this way or if I should like wait until y'know...he actually accepts me as a friend and I could... tell him the truth on certain stuff...”

#wordgirl #wordgirl au #wordgirl next gen #wordgirl ocs #apologies if you've never seen the princess bride. Wil-Liam has a preference for old media especially in his time. and this movie #is one of them. yep he can only understand emotions if he can filter it though his fixation. he just like me fr #also dw about all the scary cryptic stuff he was saying about his past... it's fine :))#also regarding that backstory. no. I did not take it from that one episode of Bluey. I just discovered bluey late 2022 and I knew the #WilLuis backstory in 2021. but again their backstory is very tropey so I'm not upset dw lol #yes I can use polls. if you want you can vote and yes depending on the answer maybe (big maybe) Wil-Liam will follow through on result

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weabooweedwitch · 11 months

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I feel weird as fuck commenting on your situation in any capacity because I'm just an online rando who doesn't know you personally or the details of your issues w/ your mom beyond what you post and it all just feels a lil too parasocial but even though alleged therapist anon raises some (potentially?) good points about your relationship w/ her and maybe overall emotional issues I don't think you should beat yourself up too hard. It's normal for trauma survivors such as yourself to have some unhealthy and toxic interpersonal habits (slightly side-eyeing alleged therapist for not at least acknowledging this instead of just going in on you). You're not perfect, your mom is not perfect, it's okay we're all imperfect beings on this planet we call earth. Whether or not you're a covert narcissist (not gonna lie I had to google that one lmao) is between you and a personal, ahem, real therapist. Maybe you have some emotional dysregulation issues okay so what? Those can be improved!

Fun story about this online rando I was actually diagnosed with moderate to severe BPD at age 18. It turns out this was kind of a misdiagnosis in the first place, but my symptomatology (namely RSD from neurodiversity) very closely mimicked that of BPD and I had a lot of emotional problems perhaps similar to your own. You mentioned doing a round of DBT when you were a teenager and not finding success, but according to my actual real therapist and personal experiences it's very common for DBT to need multiple rounds before the skills fully sink in. It's also way better doing DBT as a fully formed adult than a teenager who frankly, probably doesn't take their mental health nearly as seriously as they should lmao (this crazy girl shit gets less and less cute with age I'm telling you). I'm now 23 and after 3 rounds of DBT I'm told I don't meet the criteria for borderline personality at all and haven't for a while now. Unfortunately there is a lot of stigma around this disorder (I noticed therapist anon throwing the word 'manipulative' around a bit), but that doesn't mean it's actually true. In many ways BPD is the modern day hysteria, but I won't go down that rabbit hole, just don't pay attention to what ignorant and oftentimes lowkey misogynistic people have to say online about BPD or other mental disorder! They are stupid armchair diagnoses who 99% of the time don't know wtf they're even talking about. You are loveable and worthy of life <3

I slept after work and i have a few asks now so, I'm gonna start this discussion again but since I uh, can get overwhelmed and over emotional I might eventually disappear from answering if u need to step back, but, anyways

One thing I have to be careful about is automatically leaning into "oh maybe they aren't even a real therapist" and I even got an ask suggesting this was one of those bitch lasagna people who were trying to actively make me miserable, which, I don't think is the case, but I also have to be careful automatically discrediting or lashing out emotionally at criticism because, well, a big problem I've always had is not being able to trust my own judgment and needing feedback from other people, stemming I assume from self loathing and anxiety stuff and I technically already am diagnosed with dependent personality disorder which, lack of self trust is a symptom of that (I'm sure I've mentioned that but maybe not?). One reason i began venting online when i was younger was because I would often have these sorts of incidents with my mother and I would use my blogs as the equivalent of an "am I the asshole" forum. I try to have a discussion and hearing other people's perspectives is good, and, a big issue I've struggled with is my mom immediately trying to get personal or discredit other people when they try to criticize her. Like, this isn't me going "see, my therapist thinks she's a stupid bitch" I mean when i was a minor she would literally go from absolutely loving a therapist and thinking they're extremely talented and caring and then when I got mad and repeated things like "hey you know, this is a licensed medical professional saying that a big component of our mother daughter dynamic is that you will literally wear me down to do what you want and you make it extremely difficult for me to set boundaries" and she has, literally, gone "they shouldn't be talking to you about me like that, I'm your parent, oh they just believe you because they've only listened to you, not me"

Well. I had multiple therapy sessions where, sometimes the topic would be dealing with my sister, or because I often feel like I struggle to bring up everything from not remembering, there WERE multiple times she would come into a session with me just to add on behaviors she's seen in me and things we've dealt with with my sister, and I had therapists tell me "yeah let's not have your mom come in here, she kept actually venting about her own issues and she was literally taking over your session and she was actually talking over you"

And im not, saying that to "prove" my mom is shitty or to say "oh look see, im justified" but like. My anger has built up over time? This didn't just magically start happening?

Yeah I need to stop blowing up over smaller things but also at the same time, I think I have a right to be frustrated when I'm seeing the same mistakes over and over, at least the ones that can financially damaging? I'm still SHOCKED she just stopped randomly paying the garage because. The remote isn't working and we have to use the keypad and I think some of the keypad buttons are loosening so sometimes you have to stand there and try it a few times because sometimes it won't close, it'll "untouch" a button you're still holding down and start opening again. And her response to that was "oh they weren't getting back to my emails so I just stopped paying rent" like. She. She literally dug us a hole worth hundreds of dollars for.... feeling entitled to help and getting mad over not getting it? She's been doing these sorts of behaviors for years? (Rm for post length)

Like gee I wonder what would happen if she pulled that shit with our landlord. "Oh, im gonna stop paying rent because the exhaust fan in the bathroom doesn't work" like no???? Why is she doing these things???? I was literally raised in poverty, why is she still doing this after we've had a literal lifetime of hardships???? Like gee thanks for not paying rent when you had solid income and now you're unemployed with hundreds of dollars due, that definitely helps, thanks, that's so much better, what a wise decision 🙄 and I call her out on it and she like, she literally sees nothing wrong with what she did? Because they didn't immediately cater to her, she stopped paying rent in protest, and that's Their fault. Like. That's fucking delusional. What if the property management tells our landlord we aren't paying for the garage and we get evicted??? Like it feels like she doesn't even realize the consequences???

Anyways back to what you actually said, fjfjfjf I rambled there, one thing I've noticed about DBT from the few times I was inpatient and outpatient is. You really do have to be in the right headspace for it to even work. It's so weird because certain things they would talk about and I would go "yeah well obviously, thats common sense" and other things would, kine of create an epiphany. Like for example, a phrase I try to keep with me is "its a process not an event" which basically means "don't get frustrated at immediate growth or results, things can take time" and this can apply to therapy, medication, really you can apply it to anything, but for me personally often when I am not seeing direct or immediate results, I feel like a failure and might give up way too soon, or beat myself up when I Am showing progress, just slowly.

Another DBT mindfulness technique I actually need to practice more (and tbh this could be an adhd thing, bc, I've always had focusing issues and I've read adhd can actually cause emotional regulation issues as well) is, like. When someone is speaking to you, don't be sitting there thinking of your reply, like, literally sitting there waiting for the second they stop speaking to say what you want, because then you're not thinking about and absorbing what the other person is saying. Although in my case often times I find myself doing that because I'm afraid I'll forget what I was gonna say, and my mom could also use a little work in this department

I definitely do think it's time for me to be reassessed though. I feel like now that I'm older and can better articulate my thoughts and memories and how things affect my relationships and ability to function, it can, I dunno, yield more results? Like something I heard constantly as a kid was "oh you have depression and anxiety and a lot of things overlap, let's treat those and see what symptoms are left" and its like homie that's kind of such a bad cop out sometimes, I feel like doctors adopting that mindset in my case really missed some important stuff. Like shit it feels weird to say since the trauma that caused it isn't recent, but I still display PTSD symptoms just in the sense that I'm jumpier and hypervigilant, like if there's an unexpected noise I still physically jump, I get startled easier, just the constant like, urge and need to look towards sounds or survey my surroundings which, I recognize my brain is literally going "hey, keep a look out for DANGER"

Regardless like, me being able to have these discussions with other people, positive or negative, is ultimately for my own benefit. Because this really is a sort of thing I can't do on my own. This IS a thing you take other people's feedbacks and perspectives on. But Jesus like. I'm not saying anyone has to hold my hand but that really felt so personally aggressive and it sent me onto a really horrible mental space. You know sometimes people insult themselves and belittle themselves because they think they're a lowly little worm and they just, they just hate themselves bro, like, it isn't always some inherent attempt to manipulate or demand pity and comfort. I've actually overnormalized saying horrible shit about myself and joking about suicide to the point I say it just, really easily, it comes naturally to me now, and that's definitely another habit I have to break

There's definitely stuff wrong with me, it's just a matter of finding out exactly what and, working towards treating that. It's just, unfortunately going to take some time and I need to make sure I keep my head on straight and don't do anything drastic in a fit of helplessness and despair or anything 😅

#like i dont rven feel like i can reply to these more supportive messages because of the accusations im just. tricking people?#idk... im just trying to be good and its hard. im having trouble controlling myslef #i often have like visceral physical reactions when i get upset like my heart literally begins racing #this isnt oh miranda is throwing a tantrum like im often sttaight up in crisis mode #idk. i just. want to know what to dk

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