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uzurakis · 2 days

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heyy !! i was looking at your profile which is amazing btw and saw someone desperate like me for some kaiser content. maybe smth involving reader wearing his jersey and well… yk.. :33

“aah, someone’s been a thief,” kaiser teases, eyeing the jersey that fits snugly on you. the way the fabric drapes over your shoulders, slightly too big yet perfectly fitting; it’s like you’re carrying a piece of him with you, and it fills him with a sense of pride. “i was wondering where that went.”

during a break from practice, your boyfriend spots you and jogs over, his eyes widening as he notices the familiar jersey. a nasty smile forms on his lips as he approaches, clearly intrigued.

playing pretend, you feign innocence, glancing down at the jersey. “oh, this? i thought it was mine. it fits me perfectly, don’t you think?”

it does, it looks perfect on you. oh how much kaiser wants to say that. but no, there’s still one thing he needs to hold high; a man’s ego.

so, kaiser narrows his eyes playfully, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “nice try, but we both know that’s my jersey. or maybe you happen to be one of my fangirls that shop their favorite—“

“oh, shut up,” that cocky attitude of his is not getting anywhere under your watch. then you shrug, giving him a cheeky grin. “well, finders keepers. maybe you should have kept a better eye on your stuff.”

“ouch, you’re saying i’m messy person? that hurts, mein liebling,” he chuckles, one mirthless laugh falling in your ears. “why don’t you wear it tomorrow for the match?” kaiser suggests playfully. “that way, everyone knows you’re mine.”

you tilt your head, pretending to consider it. “hmm, i don’t know. there will be a lot of fans wearing jerseys with your name on them. even you could mistake me as one of your crazy fangirls. yuck.”

kaiser’s smirk fades, replaced by a mock pout. “but none of them are you,” he says, tone slightly possessive. “it’s different when you wear it. like, it’s special.”

still playing along, you raise an eyebrow. “oh, so now it’s special because i’m wearing it? maybe it’s just a really good jersey.”

he laughs at your remarks, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “mein liebling, seriously, seeing you in my jersey makes me feel… proud..?”

“because when you wear it, it’s a statement. it says you belong to me. and i like that.”

“i like what’s mine.”

you feel your cheeks heat up at his words. “well, maybe i’ll consider it,” you reply, trying to keep your cool. “maybe though.”

his grins broadens, clearly pleased with your response. “good girl. now, how about a kiss for luck?”

you laugh, “only because michael asked so nicely.” leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips, you continue, “anything else you want, your highness?”

he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “you better be in the front row tomorrow. front and center,” he murmurs against your lips. “i play better when i know you’re watching.”

you smile, but what if you still want to mess with him? “huuh, but i also haven’t said i’ll watch your—“

“don’t fucking care, you will watch me,” he says, pressing another kiss to your lips, shutting you up. “now, go cheer me on. i’ve got a game to win.”

n. i’m taking this way babes. we can also talk abt it if u wanna take it that way *winks aggressively* jus hmu as always <3 mwah ty for trusting me wit every kaiser piece here ahhsakksjs. also! tagging another kaiser lover @6gumi mwaaah xo

@uzurakis

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will80sbyers · 3 days

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The thought that they are perfectly written to help each other makes me feral for them because they are complementary without having to try to be

Mike has that type of strong and morally golden character that believes in fighting back for justice and he genuinely thinks that all his friends being some kind of "different" only makes them special and that's something positive that they should be proud of and just by being himself- when he's not trying to be cooler for someone else - he helps Will to feel like he shouldn't hide himself like all the other people around him made him feel he should

Will looks at Mike and takes example from him and he takes courage and the love he feels for him is so beautiful that it feels wrong to think it would be wrong to love him

Will with Mike usually starts to feel like he can be brave and honest about his feelings, and he's not a mistake only because he's born different from what society considers proper.

and then we have Mike that doesn't feel special at all, that doesn't see himself reflected in the mirror as a hero, he doesn't see himself represented as one irl because for him what he does, like, be willing to give his life for his friends and challenge anyone that wants to hurt them just because he wants to protect them doesn't feel like something special or a burden

for Mike that is just in his nature

and so he doesn't understand how that makes him a hero inherently, he runs towards the danger any time his friends and family need him even against all odds... he fights back and he's willing to take any type of consequences for that, he's brave and loyal and loves with all his heart and still he doesn't see himself as a hero

during the years Mike has started feeling like he's not special enough for people to really want to stay in his life long term and so he has to try to be cooler than he is and change what he's like on the surface to be more like what society regards as one of "the cool kids"

and then here comes Will that gets MAD when Mike is not himself, that pictures him as a brave hero and wants Mike exactly as he is, he looks at Mike and sees the best person one could be and takes a mirror and places it right in front of him and says you are perfect exactly as you are too, I love you for who you are and I want you to always know that, I need you to be yourself because you being yourself is what gives me hope that I am not a mistake

you being yourself is what makes us all better because we are inspired by your character and you make us all want to fight injustice with you and follow you anywhere

you are special. and you are actually the one that's most special between all of us because of what you have in your heart and we all need you and most importantly we WANT you and we want to be with you

I want to be with you and stay with you for the rest of my life - you make me want to stay on this earth even against all of the pain and fear, and you make me feel brave and I need you to know how much you are loved and appreciated as you are right now without having to change anything about yourself

Mike & Will are complementary and they need and want each other at the same time and they will find happiness together🩷

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #they are just so perfect together #crazy together #they help the other face life's challenges more easily and that's what love is

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k0juki · 24 hours

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Wolf in sheep's clothing

Joost Klein x fem!reader

Warnings: (Joost is not famous in this!) stalking, bad behaviour, maybe paranoia? mentions of killing and mentions of dead people... NOT EDITED!

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Wc. over 1500

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You always thought that you met Joost by accident. But was it really? With him you never know, and now you were pretty sure that it wasn't by accident. He is a man with charm, that's a very dangerous thing.

His blue eyes held more darkness than you had ever seen in anyone else. But there still was something in them, you just hoped it wasn't too late for him.

And even now that you aren't together, you still hoped there was some way to save him.

"By safe on your way home." Said your mother through the phone you had between your ear and shoulder.

"Yeah mom, I will. Don't worry, okay? I love you, bye." You ended the call and made your way home on the busy streets of Amsterdam. It was getting colder this time of year and you feared it would start snowing in a few weeks.

It was a short trip home from the grocery store. Just around the corner, by the book store, where you always walk by. But you tried to walk here only during the day, not night. You saw in the news many times before how some doubtful people robbed other people near your apartment. This wasn't the best street to live on, but it was still your home after all.

You hated that you had to lie to your mother, but it was for the best. She knew about your and Joost break up and she worried about you. And she would definitely get crazy if you told her the truth about your real parting.

The place you loved no matter what. Yes, it has some advantages and disadvantages, but what hasn't. And after you and Joost broke up, you tried to avoid this this shortcut as much as possible. You always thought that someone was watching you going through here, and now that you and Joost weren't together, you felt this feeling growth.

You speed up a little and adjust your jacket around you with bag full of food in one hand and the other in your pocket. "It's alright Y/n, no-one is here, there's nothing to be scared of." You kept telling yourself, you were ready for everything.

But it wasn't this unfamiliar gaze that scared you. No, you knew it very well who exactly it was. He is the one you should avoid, to hide from and to fear. Maybe you didn't know where he was, but you knew he was close.

"Y/n"

It was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. You stopped in your tracks and slowly turned around. It was him, in all his glory. You didn't say anything. You couldn't, it was like he took all the oxygen and you just couldn't breathe.

"Y/n" he repeated and took a step towards you. But you couldn't move, it was like you were glued to the floor. Looking closer at him, you saw behind his glasses how his right eye was a bit swollen and purple around the corner. He didn't look good, in fact he scared you.

He stopped a few centimeters before you, practically breathing right in your face and you were sure, you were breathing just as hard.

"Wha..." you couldn't bring yourself to even speak properly, but you had to for your sake. "What are you doing here?" It was a simple question, but you didn't expect him to answer truthfully.

"I'm here to see you."

"No," Stepping back, you took your other hand out of your pocket, keeping distance between you and him. "You can't be here."

"Why not." This dull look in his ocean eyes wasn't the one you fell in love with, he wasn't your Joost. The one that cared for everyone so much all the time, even though he didn't have to. This wasn't your Joost that told you how much he loves you right when you woke up in the morning and before you fell asleep in his hold.

This wasn't him. This was someone else.

"You know why." Came out as a whisper. "We are done." You turned back around and continued your way home, you didn't stop even when you heard his voice calling after you.

"You can't keep doing this Y/n!"

He wasn't coming after you and you were glad, you just hoped you won't have to see him again.

As soon as you saw your apartment, you sighed and walked inside the building. He was gone.

Opening the door, you were greeted by loud meowing. It was like your cat brought you out of the trance. He was hungry and rubbed his head against your leg.

Kefir. He was a present from Joost and the name was an idea from him too. He knew how much you liked milk, so you immediately agreed. Your little nonstop meowing little Kefir.

You put the full bag on the counter after you made sure you locked the door. That night you couldn't sleep, how could you, and all because you saw something you shouldn't. It didn't had to end this way, but he had made his choice.

How can you hurt someone, let alone kill. This was twisted. Beyond disguising. And what was worse, you didn't told that to anyone, too scared to say something to someone. But you made your choice to break up with him. It didn't make you feel any less guilty, but you had to do something, anything at this point.

And you knew that if you looked out of the window, behind curtains, you would see him here standing with a cigarette in his mouth. How he was watching you every night for the past month since you broke up.

He scared you. Joost scared you.

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You woke up later than usual, but there was no wonder. When you went to sleep, the sun was already up. When you looked out of the window, he was no longer here.

"Are you hungry?" You asked the cat and he just meowed as you made your way to the kitchen. You put kefir granules and got ready for the day.

Then you made your way to work and after the whole day, you had to say, you had enough. All those rude people and their bizarre ideas how you could do your job better.

When you went home you couldn't help but notice certain things. He wasn't here. Normally he was right there waiting in some dark corner watching over you or going behind you in crowded streets.

You didn't think much of it, thinking he finally stopped following you around like a lost puppy. You took a deep breath and stepped inside the building and made your way to the fourth floor. As you opened the door, you knew he was there, in your home that used to be your both.

You immediately noticed, but it wasn't for your cat, because he came to greet you as soon as you opened.

You knew he was here because he didn't follow you home. It was a strange thing for him to do, but you got used to it.

"How did you get in?"

You heard his chuckle and saw him step to the light of your living room.

"I don't want you here Joost. I made that clear." You said to him feeling confident, but that didn't mean you feared him any less.

"I didn't mean to scare you that night, you know?" He admitted and made his way slowly to you.

"Do you..." You began "Do you want me dead?"

He didn't answer that, you didn't expect him to. He looked at you and after so long, you finally saw something in his eyes other than emptiness. It was like he recognised you.

"Dead?" Joost asked and tilted his head to the side. "Y/n, I don't want you dead."

"Then why do you keep doing this? Why are you scaring me? Why did you kill that guy?"

"I love you, can't you see that?"

He looked desperate and ashamed of himself. Like he didn't recognise himself too. Looking down he pulled you closer by your waist and put his head on top of yours. He squeeze your waist and then whispered.

"You don't get it, I had to do it."

"Why?"

"Because of you. For you."

Now it was your turn to be quiet. Too scared to say something. You didn't return the hug he was holding you in and he noticed. You closed your eyes as you felt them fill with tears of psychical pain and regret for someone's life they couldn't live.

"No, it was always going to end this way."

This only made him hold you closer and harder. You took a deep breath and whispered.

"It doesn't have to end this way."

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Don't copy or translate my work. Also the picture is not mine, credit goes to owner.

A/n: idk how I should feel about this... it's not edited so... :))

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woodland-gremlin · 17 hours

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Summoning Your Secret Boyfriend Pt. 7

This part was brought to you by the amazing @megasweetbones . They wrote this part, I simply edited it. Go check them and their work! Show them some love!

First Previously AU Summary

“Were you the ones that summoned me, freeing from the bane that is paperwork?” the being asked.

Constantine was momentarily thrown for a loop, but the Brit was able to right himself more quickly than any of the other heroes.

"We summoned you to make a deal. I'm offering my soul-"

"Let me stop you there." The King's smile was mocking. And probably terrifying to everyone else, given his fangs. His lichtenberg lightning marks spasming in a way that could be mistaken as agitation. "I know who you are, John Constantine. Many hold claim to fragments of your soul. But, even if that was not the case, I am the one who holds claim to all souls. As all souls have , and will, pass through the Infinite. Your soul holds no weight here. Neither does your mind or body. Do not bargain with them. And do not bargain with me. Simply tell me why it is you summoned me, as I already know what I want from you."

Constantine looked like he didn't know whether to be offended or not. But it seems fear won out, as well as desperation.

"Forgive me, please, your majesty. Trigon has threatened to destroy our universe, starting with Earth. We have summoned you here to ask that Trigon be forced to return to the Infinite Realms. Or, to at least be stopped from devouring our universe."

It was as if everything paused. The billow of the wind, crackling ice, the flicker of the candles, the shifting of the lightning scars and cape of stars.

"He has threatened... what?" Quiet, almost shocked, the words passed from the Ghost King's lips.

Lips which twisted into a snarl. Fangs elongated. Flickering candles became green blazes. Wind roared back into whipping gales. The King's body distorted with his rage. Unfathomable and nightmarish.

"He dares to Challenge me?!? My Rule? My Authority? He knows of how this world has those under my protection and, yet, still believes he can touch what is MINE?"

If Red Robin and Supernova hadn't already been exposed to this Eldritch madness and the Realms, frequently, they'd probably be near catatonic. Like the other heroes. Most were on the ground or leaning against something. Aquaman looked sea sick. Flash was shockingly still for once. Even Batman couldn’t handle the madness the King oozed.

Supernova can smell that at least two people have pissed themselves. Euwh. What an awful day to have a nose. Especially with his heightened sense of smell. Phantom could probably smell it too, though was uncaring in his rage.

At least Constantine was able to speak in the face of an angry Ancient who Rules the Infinite. His experience with powerful otherworldly beings that could end him at any moment coming in play.

"Please, let us know what deal it is you wish to make in order to have Trigon stopped. He will be here very soon."

"I want you to abolish the Anti-Ecto Acts and free the souls of my citizens, who were captured and experimented on under such heinous laws." Phantom turned to look at Red Robin and Supernova, who should have pretended to be affected like the others. As it stands though, they were standing there. Unshaken and unaffected. "There are those among you who have already worked to undo the damage. But they should not be forced to work alone. I want all of you to support them and my people you have wronged. I want my people returned, safe and sound."

Phantom was finally able to calm down as he spoke. Wind slowed down and candles went back to but a flicker. He turned back to look Constantine dead in the eyes.

"Make no mistake, I would have fought for the Earth, and this universe, the moment I was made aware of Trigon. I have my own reasons for protecting this world and its people. But I expect the same in return. In that you are protecting the health, well-being, and safety of your people? I must do the same. Free my people and erase the laws that allow your kind to hunt us for sport and science. This is not a deal, as it's my job to prevent my people from destroying the Balance. No, this is a warning. My people may question why I'd save yours, given these laws. My people want war. While I deal with Trigon, you will undo the mistakes of your government. Or else, banishing Trigon would be for nothing."

With that, the King left. Ice and the haunting aura leaving with him.

Constantine looked over at the two young men who stood, casual and unmoving. He, as well as every other person in the room, was still shaking. The whole situation called for a drink, or a dozen. But he knew that he needed to get everyone in order to fulfill their end of the deal. The Bat would just knock down any liquor once he was aware and the Anti-Ecto Acts were too important to deal with while drunk. Bullocks.

To be continued?

Note: Hoped you guys enjoyed that! @megasweetbone really out did themselves. Now the question is this a good place to finish? There isn't much more I would add but some aftermath so I want you guys to tell me if I should just leave it as is or not. Once it is finished I am going to ask the others who helped with the story ( @fanfics-or-dragons and @megasweetbones ) if I can post it on Ao3! After all I want to properly credit them so knowing if they have an account so I can add them as a guest writer or credit them another way. Tell me your thoughts in the comments!

-Gremlin

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bambisnc · 1 day

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i'm like some kind of supernova [ft. u.ae]

⤷ pov : literally all of the clocks of your house stop working and a random girl falls into your house?? she says she's like .. a goddess?? and now you've agreed to help her find her colleagues that disappeared?? or else she might torment you for all your life???

pairing : timekeeper!giselle x reader genre : serious codedish + crack cw/tw : talks about dying/not dying + giselle talks old timey-ish for a couple mins + lowk this is a fever dream + uneditted womp womp wc : 914 woooo !!

the strange quiet should’ve tipped you off.

when you woke up from an (unusually) dreamless sleep, your first instinct was to fight the urge to look at your phone and instead focus on the digital clock situated to the left of your bed.

you were trying to make a conscious effort to “stop being dependent on your phone” and metaphorically touch grass.

and, obviously, that was your first mistake.

the flashing numbers of the screen looked back at you, almost defiantly. 00.30.

one look at the sunlight streaming in through a conveniently located window proved that incorrect immediately.

the clock appears to be broken.

pretty normal occurrence, could happen to anyone.

but when you venture out to the dining room, another clock, one of the analog variety, proudly displays the hour hand at 1 and the minute hand at 8.

the clocks in the living room, guest room and kitchen all respectively seem to believe it’s around 2.45, 3.06 and 4.58 am respectively.

you can no longer put this off to a coincidence and the realization that there may be some foul play at work shakes you to the core.

until, of course, there is a loud BANG! and a girl falls right on top of you.

by then, your only coherent thought is AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

the girl groans, likely in pain from the fall (where did she fall from??? is she a neighbour and did your ceiling just … break down??). she’s quick to regain composure however.

“greetings mortal. be not afraid for i am merely a being that most humans desire to have control over, despite knowing how utterly unattainable it is.

i am giselle; the keeper of time, in its purest essence.”

“your name tag says uchinaga aeri though.” you gesture with your eyes as she still has your arms pinned down with just enough strength to render them completely immovable.

“and also,” your fight or flight reaction shows itself by a means of ceaseless curiosity, “isn’t time supposed to be .. an old bearded man holding an hourglass? wasn’t he called father time?

the time keeper/uchinaga aeri/giselle/ looks pissed. or is she just flustered??

“the name tag is just a slight error, okay?! and i actually DO have an hourglass. also assuming that time is “male” is sexist.”

“no that’s not what i meant-” you try to defend yourself, but she brushes it off with practiced ease.

“my colleagues and i recently faced a … misfortunate incident. they all disappeared soon after. the thorough investigations i carried out right after lead me nowhere for quite a while.

but now… my sources have led me to you, mortal.”

the way aeri giselle speaks is enough to show you that she would not hesitate to resort to any means necessary to bring back the people she’s lost. they are obviously much more to her than just “colleagues.”

you admire that. but also … according to her “sources” doesn’t she think that you are the one responsible for the disappearances?

giselle’s grip on your hands eases only slightly while your brain busily tries to make sense of the events; wondering if she perhaps terrified you into silence.

you do not let that opportunity go to waste.

with a slightly awkward, not as suave movement as you would have liked it to be, you flip over so that the timekeeper is now below you.

“mortal?!” she gasps out, “you dare manhandle one of the 4 Supernovas, the guardians of the universe?! why i should-”

“hear me out please, before you burn me to a crisp or whatever you’d like”

giselle’s eyes twinkle.

she snaps her fingers. and all the lights blink out.

you find yourself … in your bedroom? almost like you’ve been sent back in time to earlier the same day…

the time keeper sits at the edge of the bed, rather nonchalantly, for someone who looked like they were merely seconds away from..

“letting you age and age and age some more, until all that’s left of you is a shriveled husk and all you can think of is the sweet release of death; but alas you’ll never find respite, because i will simply ensure that you remain undying. i think that’s what i’ll do to you if you don’t cooperate <3 arson’s not really my thing, ningning however,-”

you interrupt her once more, probably not the best decision but you need to make your offer as soon as possible if you have any hopes of getting out of this alive, “i’ll help you.”

“what…?”

you ramble on about how all the clocks had stopped working and how you were 99% sure that this meant you were definitely a key part in helping to find the people who had disappeared.

it almost feels like an interview; trying to convince giselle to hire you as a helper and also, as a side bonus, not torment you for all of eternity.

and surprisingly, it works.

as you’re ending your pitch, she suddenly leans forward so that her forehead almost touches yours.

“rest up for now, then.” she says, “you need all the energy you can get for our mission. and if you even think of backing out…”

“i won’t!!” you affirm quickly, which makes her smile and

god she’s really pretty isn’t she?

—

beep. beep. beep.

the digital clock on your bedside says it’s 00.30.

you grab your phone.

the Contacts app opens up. the first saved number is of a certain timekeeper.

o giselle (NOT aeri.) xxxxxxxxxx

notes : I HATE THE TITLEEE IM MIGHT CHANGE IT IDK THO + [m.list] song rec : man idk i was js watching danny gonzales videos/horror video game playthroughs + supernova - aespa???

𐙚 . regulars : @skriri ⋆

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hyperactively-me · 20 hours

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regency era!ghost x reader au (part 7)

One evening, as you and Simon glided across the dance floor, lost in each other’s eyes, you couldn’t help but notice the envious glances and hushed whispers that followed in your wake.

“How on earth did those two end up together?” “By the look of it, the Duke should be proposing any day now.” “I think I deserve to be Duchess more than she does.”

“You know,” you say slowly as you twirl gracefully, “you’re making quite the spectacle of yourself, Simon. People are starting to talk.”

He chuckles, his grip tightening around your waist. “Let them talk.”

He has to bite his tongue to restrain himself from continuing with, I don’t care what anyone else thinks. I’m yours, you’re mine, and I’m not about to let anyone forget it.

You smile, feeling a rush of affection and amusement. “You really don’t care, do you?” you ask, a teasing lilt in your voice.

He shakes his head, a serious expression on his face. “Not in the slightest. As long as I have you, nothing else matters.”

You laugh softly, leaning into him. “You’re incorrigible, Simon.”

God, the way you make his name sound so pretty. He might faint.

After the dance, Simon pulls you away from the crowd and onto a balcony, the soft hum of the party fading into the background. With the way his hands feel on you, you can’t seem to care that you’re unsupervised and alone with a man.

The cool night air is a welcome respite from the warmth of the ballroom. You shiver slightly, hugging yourself to keep warm. Immediately, Simon shrugs off his coat and drapes it over your shoulders to ward off the chill.

“Thank you,” you murmur, grateful for his thoughtfulness.

He nods, his eyes lingering on your face. He loves the way your makeup highlights your features, the way you style your hair. He loves the way you stand up for yourself, the way you speak your mind without a care in the world. He loves the way you look so small compared to him, the way your dress accentuates your frame perfectly. He loves how passionate you are about the things you love, the way you make him feel. And—

"You know," he begins, his voice low and intimate, "there was a time when I thought I would never be capable of feeling this way about anyone, let alone you."

You raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "Oh? And what way might that be, Simon?”

He smiles, a genuine, tender expression that warms you to your very core. "In love," he admits softly. "Completely and utterly in love."

For a moment, you're stunned into silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The sincerity in his eyes, the vulnerability in his voice—it's everything you had hoped for, yet never dared to believe.

"You— you love me?" you ask, your voice barely more than a whisper.

He nods solemnly, taking your hand in his.

"With all my heart, every fiber of my being,” he replies, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "I know I've hurt you in the past, and I can never truly erase those mistakes. But I promise you, I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you'll let me."

Tears prick at your eyes, and you blink them away, squeezing his hand tightly. "Oh, Simon," you breathe, "I never thought I'd hear you say those words. But now that I have, I love you too. Despite everything, I love you."

A radiant smile you’ve never seen from Simon spreads across his face, and he leans closer, his eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. Finding none, he whispers lowly, "May I kiss you?"

Your breath catches, heart racing at the proximity of his face to yours. You can see every lineament, every tiny wrinkle, every light freckle that dots his face. You notice the details of his scars, the way his nose is slightly crooked. He squeezes your hand, bringing you back.

“You... you mustn’t,” you stammer, your voice barely a whisper. “It’s highly improper.”

Who are you kidding? You want this as much as he wants it.

Simon doesn’t immediately release your hand. Instead, he turns it over and places a soft kiss on the inside of your covered wrist.

“You might cause a scandal,” you say weakly, your resolve thinning with each passing second.

Simon chuckles, low and quiet. “A scandal, you say? Perhaps it’s time I gave the ton something truly scandalous to talk about.”

You swallow thickly, heat rushing up your neck. “And what, pray tell, do you have in mind?”

He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “Marry me.”

The world seems to stop as his words sink in. You pull back slightly to look into his eyes, searching for any hint of jest, but all you find is sincerity and love.

“Simon,” you breathe, your heart pounding. “Are you serious?”

“As serious as I’ve ever been,” he replies, his gaze unwavering. “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you every single day. So, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

A whirlwind of emotions sweeps through you—joy, love, and a hint of disbelief. You’ve always known that your relationship with Simon was special, but to hear him propose, to see the depth of his feelings laid bare, is almost overwhelming.

“Yes,” you say, your voice filled with emotion. “Yes, I will marry you.”

The words have barely left your lips before Simon's expression transforms, an unrestrained joy lighting up his face. Without a moment's hesitation, he pulls you into a tight embrace, his warmth enveloping you entirely.

“May I kiss you?”

You finally nod slightly, your eyes fluttering closed as anticipation builds. Simon cups your face gently with both of his rough, calloused hands, his touch hot and reassuring. He hesitates for just a heartbeat, savoring the moment, before he closes the distance between you. His lips brush against yours, tentative at first, then more assured as he feels you respond.

The kiss is tender at first, tentative, as if he's savoring every moment. You can feel the depth of his feelings in the way he kisses you, the way his hands cradle your face as if you are something precious and irreplaceable. It’s filled with the promise of all the unspoken words and emotions that have been building between you. It’s a kiss that feels like redemption, second chances, and the beginning of a future that you both long for.

Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer as you deepen the kiss. He groans ever so quietly as you pull at him. You can feel his heart beating against your chest, a quickened rhythm that mirrors your own. Time seems to stand still as you lose yourself in the sensation, every worry and doubt melting away.

When you finally pull back, both of you breathless and slightly dazed, Simon rests his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed. "I've dreamed of this moment," he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “For so long.”

You smile, your fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw.

"You're mine," he murmurs softly, his voice filled with wonder and certainty. "And I'm yours."

"Always," you reply, your heart swelling with happiness.

As you stand there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, you know that whatever the future holds, you’ll face it together. And that is more than enough.

part 6 < > part 8 (finale)

#simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #simon “ghost” riley x reader #simon “ghost” riley x you #hyperactivelyme #*ੈ✩ simon “ghost” riley

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just-a-sewer-goblin · 2 days

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Butcher!Simon x gn!reader Part 7 whooohooow. We get the cofee date and more conversation! Yay

Also I'm dead tired, going straight to sleep after posting this forgive any spelling mistakes. Also please point it out to me if I messed up the gender of the reader anywhere. I promise that's just because these are horribly self indulgend and I might slip up and put my own gender in there. But I wanna keep these as neutral and inclusive as possible because we all deserve to be self indulgend with these. Love you all!

< Part 6 | COD Masterlist | Part 8

Simon’s running late and he‘s cursing himself when he opens the door of the café he’s supposed to meet you at (he’s so glad you didn’t tell him to meet up at Johnny’s bakery, he wouldn’t have survived that).

He’s not even sure why he’s late and he’s glad Price doesn’t know about it, the old man would give him hell for not being on time, especially when it means making lovely little you wait. God, he can't believe he's making you wait, his chest tightening up slightly. What if you already left?

As soon as he steps in, he spots you and has to take a second to take the scene in. The café is cute and cozy; you’re nestled into a booth at the back anxiously watching the sidewalk through the window, your mutt laying by your feet. You’re probably looking for him and that makes him hastily walk towards your table. He really wants to kick himself for being late. Way to go and show you how important this is to him.

When you hear him approach you look up and your dog sits up, eyeing him. Your eyes are big and you look like you didn’t expect him to show up at all. Honestly you look like a deer caught in the headlights, like one wrong move might make you bolt (he really needs to tame you, put a collar on you so you won’t run).

Your expression makes Simon want to crumple to his knees so he might beg for forgiveness. His chest is slightly heaving from his race against time and you raise your hand in an awkward little wave.

“Hi…”, you say and hearing your lovely voice immediately makes his heart speed up.

“Hi, sweetheart. So sorry for being late.”, he apologizes and extends his hand for your dog to sniff. The beast recognizes him and deems him harmless, so he pulls out a chair for himself opposite of you. You already have a drink in front of you and you self-consciously stir the apparently empty cup (god, you’re adorable in your nervousness).

“It’s fine. I’m sorry I ordered already, wasn’t sure you were gonna show up.”, you admit quietly, eyes downcast looking at your drink. Simon’s heart breaks. He wants to cover your hand with his and tell you that nothing could keep him from showing up for you even if it means crawling from another grave.

Instead he starts taking off his jacket and says: “I’d never stand you up, sweetheart.”

That makes your eyes snap up to his and he feels his traitorous heart stumble over the next beat. A smile appears on your lips and he forgets what else he wanted to say when your gaze lands on his newly exposed forearms. Your eyebrows slightly lift seeing his tattoos.

Simon’s just about to grow worried that you don’t like tattoos (shit... maybe he should get a laser removal?) when he catches you biting your lips. This time it’s clearly not nervousness.

He’d never admit it but maybe he deliberately flexes his hands and makes a show of getting comfortable without his jacket until your attention is ripped away from him by a waiter asking for your orders (he could seriously knock the poor sod out for that).

When Simon looks at you again your eyes are on his face, your brows slightly furrowed and you cock your head (that would be the perfect angle for him to press his lips to yours). Suddenly he realizes that you’ve never seen him outside of the shop and you’re probably put off by the mask.

“You can ask.”, his voice is gruff and curt and he curses himself. He couldn’t have sounded more uninviting. This is just perfect, at this rate you'll end up leaving before you get your second drink.

“So… I assumed the mask was a hygiene thing but…”, you vaguely gesture to his face. “… evidently it’s not. May I ask why you’re wearing it?”

He barely suppresses a chuckle. Seems like you’re not as reserved as he thought. The pairing of your openness with your timid and shy demeanor makes for an interesting mix.

He finds himself appreciating your directness, something he hadn’t anticipated from you. Then again this date is for you to get to know him and decide whether he’s worthy of being in your presence again (apart from just buying meat).

“��s a habit from my military time. Now it feels odd to go without it.”, he explains simply. He doesn’t see any reason to be dishonest with you. He wants to get to know all of you, uncover all your secrets and hidden parts. If you find him interesting enough to ask about him too, who is he to deny a deity the knowledge about their worshipper?

You nod slowly, scrutinizing him. The next smile you send him is crooked and a bit apologetic. “Doesn’t make it all that much easier to trust you.”, you say.

“And seeing me would? What more would my face tell you?”, he genuinely questions.

That makes you pause for a second and he decides to go on. “People hide intentions behind expressions all the time. Now I might hide my expression but never my intentions.”

Instead of answering directly you look down at your dog.

“Well, Wraith likes you, which really already tells me a lot.”, you say and Simon nearly raises his fist in victory (he’s glad he didn’t forget to put some treats in his pocket).

Wait… “Wraith?”, he nearly chokes on his own spit when he repeats your dog’s name in question. Even after all this time he never asked for the name and never got a good look at his name tag.

Wraith…. a ghost. A ghost!

Your expression turns soft. Simon wishes you’d look at him like that. He’d happily lay on the floor by your feet if it would mean you’d look at him like that. “Yeah… Wraith.”

He watches you in rapt attention when you continue: “I just…”, you chuckle self-consciously. “I never found the idea of ghosts intimidating. And the idea of one of them appearing to you before or after death always sounded more like a guide or companion than horror and fear. Which is kind of what Wraith here is. Most people look at him and find him intimidating, they’re scared, when actually he’s the sweetest, purest pup and best companion anyone could ask for.”

Simon barely keeps from looking at Wraith again. To look for whatever you see in the ugly fucking dog. He’s glad he keeps his attention on you, because you look up, the slightest hint of embarassment on your face, the expression so adorable he feels like fainting (would you look at him like that if he called you his good little lovie?).

“I… sorry it’s silly…”

“It’s not.” Fuck why does his voice sound so raspy. “I like it. Appreciate you tellin’ me”, he quickly adds battling down the sudden urge to tell you about his own Ghost. He consciously keeps his hands from reaching for his mask and running over the skull print.

“I’ve always been afraid of ghosts.”, he admits and your eyes widen incredulously.

“You? You look like ghosts should be afraid of you, not the other way around.”, you blurt and he can already sense the oncoming apology so he makes sure he’s quicker.

“Thank you, lovie. That’s very flattering of you. Not sure how much these…”, and he flexes his biceps obnoxiously for you. “.. would do against incorporeal entities.” (Oh fuck was that weird? He was going for a joke but fuck that was weird wasn’t it? Shitshitshitshit you’re gonna think he’s one of those airheaded only brawn guys)

Simon’s about slap himself when you snort, cover your mouth and giggle, the sound settling warm in his stomach.

Then you seriously nod at him. “Don’t worry, big guy, I’ll protect you from ghosts. They might slip right through your big beefy arms but they’ll miss mine.” You flex your arms too and Simon bites back a grin when he's reminded of how much smaller you are than him. “Thin like trip wire, they won’t know what hit them. Literally.”

He chuckles, earnestly and from deep in his belly, and you grin at him, evidently more at ease. When you settle more comfortably in your chair, not as tightly coiled anymore like you might need to jump into action at any moment, Simon can’t help the protectiveness flaring in his chest. You’re too precious for your own good.

But you don’t need to worry anymore, especially not around him. He'll keep you safe.

You’ve got two guard dogs now.

#the sewer writes #simon ghost riley x reader #cod x reader #butcher!simon x reader #simon x gn!reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #butcher!simon #butcher!ghost

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Meadow

written by moonseandstars. published: 1 June 2024.

❀ 1.5k words. taesan x reader. ANGST. no warnings except it’s in 3rd person but if there’s something else that should be here please let me know, i’ll add it in! fancy a different story? જ⁀➴ the library is this way!

❀ authors note — so gross and dramatic and sappy and flowery EWW. was just feeling romantical i guess. didn’t plan to write this, the idea just came to me but i was so excited about it i just had to. might delete it later tho idk if it like it lmao. not proofread. kinda hurt my heart to write this :( happy reading fairies! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ♡︎ edit: pls let me know if u guys like this writing style & if i should write like more often :) feedback is appreciated <3

Underneath a starless sky, a girl stands in an empty meadow and waits. The moon is full and bright, a hazy ball behind a thin layer of clouds, washing the field and the many flowers and the girl in a soft, milky glow. Y/N is the girls name. Y/N shifts her weight nervously between legs, her hands tugging on a strand of her hair, a reminder that she’s real and her feet are in fact touching the Earth. Her mind is desperately trying not to think of who she is waiting for. Each time she tries to picture him, her legs swiftly turn wobbly. A flash of black hair hanging over brown eyes, a hand around her waist, a loving gaze, all there to remind her of what she has lost. Part of her hopes luck will be in her favour tonight, and the expected outcome will be seen as a mistake—a hasty decision without much thought. But, with the stars hidden away, as if they couldn’t bear to watch what would take place, it doesn’t seem lady luck will be showing herself tonight.

A boy walks through a dark forest, stomping on sticks and leaves, making no effort to quiet his presence. His name is Taesan. He is afraid and confused, the heart in his chest cracked a million times through. In his mind, he fights to untangle a string of words. He wrote them down on a piece of paper many days ago, looked at them until his eyes burned, then recited them until his voice was foreign to his own ears and the words didn’t sound like words anymore, merely sounds. They stayed etched into his mind perfectly fine for days, until this moment. All of a sudden, they dissipated, as if one decided to untether itself from the little corner it was in and the rest followed in its path. Now, as he trudges through mud, he tries to bring them back together.

The girl is still waiting. Her legs have grown tired of standing, so she is sitting in the tall grass, near a cluster of poppies, brushing their velvety petals. Another way for her to ground herself, to tether herself to the world beneath her. I am here. I am real. she thinks. Y/N begins to wonder if the boy will not show. If he’ll abandon her there, in the same place they said I love you. But that would be cruel, and Taesan, while sometimes distant and closed-off, was never one to be cruel, at least on purpose. Perhaps he has just lost his way, she thinks. Her mind conjures up a few different scenarios of what he could be doing, or rather, what could be happening to him—Instantly, dread creeps up on her, a sly finger tapping on her shoulder, enticing her to look its way and succumb to the worrying thoughts. Before she can, though, she hears rustling coming from the woods to her right. She looks up and sees Taesan and her heart begins to beat faster, so fast she thinks it might just stop all together. Somehow, it doesn’t, and she has the strength to stand up, albeit a little awkwardly, and walk a few steps to him, so they’d meet in the middle.

When the Taesan reaches the opening to the meadow, he waits at the edge and watches Y/N. The entire setting before him is a picture of sadness, so different to when they were last there together. All he can think of is that bright Spring day, where everything was green and the air smelled sweet, like honey, and the two of them were lying among the flowers, talking and laughing and sharing secrets like candy. Promises were made and believed in. Little did they know how quickly Time would weaken those promises. Taesan drifts back to reality. He feels sick and dizzy, but he knows he must talk to her, it’s the right thing to do. Leaving doors open, leaving questions unanswered nurturing false hope, that is never fair.

The boy stands in front of the girl, and suddenly, the world is hushed; even the trees stop swaying, as if they’re holding their breaths. They feel like the only two people in this world. Neither of them speak for minutes, it seems. They just stare at one another, then at the grass, or the milky sky, then back to each other– so much more being said in those glances than words could ever tell. After a moment, Taesan speaks, “I don’t know why I chose this place for us to meet. I didn’t think it’d hurt so much.” He tries to laugh but it comes out wrong, breathy and short.

“I don’t know either. I’m not surprised you thought it wouldn’t hurt. Probably because it never meant much to you. Wasn’t important, you know? I bet nothing between us was important to you”, the words come out of Y/N’s mouth like daggers, her tone sharp and unrelenting, but it’s taking all her strength not to cry.

Taesan winces and puts his head down, a familiar prick at the back of his eyes. After a moment, he looks up at her. “It was important to me, it really was. Do you know how much I loved you?”

Loved. The word guts her; at any moment, she thinks her insides will come spilling out. How stupid she was to think he would change his mind, would apologise and say he didn’t know what had gotten into him.

“I don’t know what happened to me. I tried to figure it out. I really did, I really tried. I was so angry at myself for feeling that way. It scared me so bad. I didn’t want to feel that way, but I did. I do. Am I just supposed to ignore that? You know it wouldn’t be fair to either of us if I kept it to myself. You deserve better than that,” He says, desperately almost, his voice cracking near the end. “Please believe that.”

She does not know what to believe, so she just observes him. Looks at the face of the boy she thought would be her everything, forever. She sees the treasured moments between them, three years worth of I love yous, all that time spent together. With so much history ripped up and forgotten in one night, she had no choice but to question if any of it was real. Tears are spilling out of her eyes already, and the boy looks at her with so much concern and heartbreak, it makes her want to lay down in the grass and let the ground swallow her whole. He has a lingering feeling she won’t speak again, so he continues.

“I can’t change how I feel” he hesitates, looking up to the sky as if it will help him and speak the terrible words for him, but it does not. He closes his eyes and says, “I’m not in love with you anymore”

His words echo around her, as if they’ve clung onto the breeze and fixed themselves into it just to suffocate her. A familiar feeling of weightlessness fills the girls heart. The same feeling it felt when she noticed his eyes looking at her blankly or when he stopped kissing her. The same feeling when he stayed out later than usual and ignored her calls. The same feeling when she knew, deep in her bones, that he was slipping through her fingers. At this point, the tears are rushing down her cheeks fast, her breaths turning into heaves. Taesan wonders if he should hug her, comfort her in some way but he knows that’s an action he’s given up permission to do. She is not his, and he is not hers anymore. All there is left to do is leave. So, he goes.

Y/N and Taesan had both thought Time would heal them. They didn’t know then that Time was the wound. That it hurts instead of helps. They did not know people can grow apart, that feelings aren’t set in stone and can ebb and flow like the tide. There was so much they did not know.

With one last sorrowful look at her, he sniffles and walks towards the forest, back home. Y/N stands in that meadow for what seems like hours. Somehow, as if by magic, she makes it to the path leading to her house. She feels too many things. She is numb and sick and guilty and heartbroken and furious all at once. When she reaches home, almost mechanically, she walks through the door, up the stairs and into her room, carefully getting into bed. She sobs well into the night, cries until her eyes are sore and her head feels like lead and there are no tears left to fall. The words I’m not in love with you anymore in Taesan’s voice sounding in her ears over and over again, until sleep comes and relieves her of her pain.

#vivi’s library ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚#bonedo! ᡣ𐭩⋆.˚#taesan 🐈‍⬛ ♡#dividers by fairytopea <3 #boynextdoor #bonedo #bnd #boynextdoor imagines #bonedo imagines #bnd imagines #taesan #taesan boynextdoor #han dongmin #taesan x reader #taesan x reader imagine #han dongmin x reader #han dongmin x reader imagine

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imwritesometimes · 4 months

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I think the huge chunk in the middle of my wip notebook that is just manic notes, outlines, time lines, entire chapters complete with edits from the last (almost) year that I abandoned should idk... have the decency to tear themselves out and set themselves on fire

#nothing like sitting down last night like: you know what! I am gonna try again! fck it! I CAN write!#I know I can cause I checked! I can absolutely write it's fine I'm actually pretty good at this!#and opening the notebook and looking at the cery loose wip notes and going: ok! I can work with like 80% of this!#what else is in here?!!!#that was my mistake.... I should not have looked at what else was in there #pages and pages and pages of 3 different wips I tried to make work for one ship #a couple for another #a whole fleshed out 5+1 for a beloved ship wip that I just.... gave up on #notes from the last fic I shared nearly a year ago #that was the last time my writing flowed. I could read those notes and be like #oh this bitch is onto something. she's FEELING IT.#and then after that. poof. I tried and tried and tried and tried.#and then I got all in my head abt the one ship. and the source material. and I honest to god just.#kinda burned myself out on fic and fandom and blorbos in general tbh. like. that ship nearly killed my creativity.#for good.#but now I'm kinda like hmmmm you knkw what I'm not bad actually!!!#but then. open the notebook. and womp womp. maybe I am bad. maybe I've always been bad. maybe I SHOULDN'T try again.#closed the notebook and went to bed. idk if I wanna look at it tonight again #might just fuck off and try to make sense of the new true d ep that's apparently out tonight #(this season has been so mid so far mehhh)#erin explains it all

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lith-myathar · 7 months

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#really really hate how thoughtless and oblivious i can be to my own bad behavior #ill know something is important or that a shouldn't do a particular thing #but over time and assumptions and small acts of carelessnes shit just....fades and accumulates and one day #i look up and ive done something very stupid and hurt someone else #and i didn't feel it happening #my mind will take things and hide them from me is what it feels like. ill know they're there but it fades into the background noise #i am hard on the things in my life including people and relationships. and i am always so vulnerable to my own fuckin lmfao inattentivenes #this is why i struggle so much with the idea of ever having an intimate partner or children. it doesn't matter how much i care.#eventually and inevitably i do damage.#and i know consciously that people make mistakes and all you can do is try to course correct and make it right. but it's better #not to hurt anyone in the first place and i really don't know if i will ever be capable of that.#trying to convince myself this kind of shit is growing pains but man. man. i can't stop being what i am and it really #really feels sometimes like i am just destined to break and neglect #but then that ''im broken'' thing feels like trying to dodge around taking responsibility and improving. and i should be better than that.#but god how tf are you supposed to stop dissociating from the reality of what you're doing when you're. dissociated.#all i can ever think to do is isolate #*sigh* guys i think i might need to graduate to therapy with a trauma specialist #or adjust my medication. god. im so tired.#why is it so gd hard to be a normal decent person. it doesn't seem hard but then

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By far the funniest scene in TDP is when Ez shows up to the final battle leading a group of dragons with heroic music in the bg.... and they set the human army on fire, obviously planning to wipe them out entirely........ and the camera cuts to his sad puppy face being like "guess I had no choice :((((("

#ezran's only defining trait is not wanting bloodshed. it's why the armyis there in the first place.#but then i guess he learns that sometimes there is no other choice :((( you have to kill en masse :(((((((#AND THERE IS NO REASON FOR THIS. EZRAN GAVE UP HIS CROWN RATHER THAN BATTLE AGAINST THAT OTHER COUNTRY.#AT NO POINT DID HE LEARN WHAT HE DID WAS WRONG AND THAT HE SHOULD HAVE FOUGHT BECAUSE HE K N E W WHAT VIREN WOULD DO.#HE KNEW FULL WELL. unless he sat in that cell and realized ''hm maybe this was a bad idea''.#tdp liveblog #tdp dunking #this is a drafted post but i am feeling it bc the new preview reminded me of tdp #can you imagine the crown negotiations that conveniently took place offscreen #the dude is like ''look king if you dont wanna go to war against kasef OR xadia then you can juet step down!!!! let someone else do it!!!''#and ez is like ''hm that WOULD stop me from making the same mistake as my father. who did you have inmind?''#and the dude is like ''idk yet! but for certain reasons i need you to release viren and go to jail''#and ez is like ''well i guess if that is what you think i should do. but please let every solder who wants to leave the army do it''#and the dude is like ''sure!!! i kow you will be in jail when it haappens but you know viren you can totally trust him he will do it!!!!''#and ez is like ''ok then!!! yayyy this was a good decision''

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terrorbirb · 10 months

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I think permanent corrective actions and root cause analysis exist solely to cause people with OCD and anxiety disorders to ruin their brains.

#totes bro #every time i make a mistake i make 3 mistakes #1 i mixed up letters in a word and pulled the wrong thing #2 i know i mix up numbers and letters so i should have had a system in place to prevent this #3 whatever system i come up with is guaranteed to not be permanent so if anything similar happens its also my fault #and then it's 'if you keep asking why what is the cause of the problem'#and the answer cant be human error or lack of funds so its some system i didnt design always #and this is sthe same thing if someone else makes a mistake because i didn't design a process that would have prevented that #and once again whatever i do change is guaranteed to fail in the future and then it's nicole didnt you try to fix this already #but often its like some tangential problem like i pulled the wrong qty of the right item #i tell my therapists this and they ask is there an answer where i am not to blame in this entire company and the answer is no #♥️#because I design the processes and if people dont follow the processes its because i designed them wrong #anyway! having really bad anxiety hours #I've tried to bring this up and I get told 'well design a better process where this isnt the problem ' and that.... misses the point #Because now the problem is i feel anxious because i failed to make processes that are infallible (which is the expectation) and so i need t #make a process to handle my anxiety which is guaranteed to fail #and is also my fault that i feel the anxiety because why didn't i correct for this sooner when i started my anxiety #they say these things like 'look on the bright side you can improve' and really i cant because even if i do i wont fully improve #which you know makes the permanent corrective action not permanent #and they say you know permanent doesnt mean definitely permanent but then any time theres a problem theyre like 'why wasnt it permanently..#and i try to say you told me last time permanent doesnt mean permanent and its no. bad. youre just trying to stop short of a well polished #process. look at 5s #and it starts over and over and over #i try to say the way we do this doesnt work for me because everything is my fault even if its someone elses error #and because it causes me anxiety because I know no process is perfect but it was supposed to be permanent #but hr my bosses everyone just do not empathize with me at all and cant figure out why im anxious and how this makes it worse #because there's room for improvement!#also if its not clear many of the mistakes are because im dyslexic

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1discolover · 1 year

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I feel like women and girls are always expected to be the “bigger person” even when it’s unjust. Expected to have empathy and forgive easily, to give many chances because we’re all flawed and make mistakes right? but what about the women who don’t forgive?the women who get angry and remember, the women who refuse to be bullied out of their pain for the comfort of others, who’s mistakes are not as easily forgiven.. does anyone preach about compassion when they think of them? are they given the space to be flawed and complex or are they expected to downplay their hurt to always think of others, to be the “bigger person” and move on.

#whenever i hear anyone say this to me or to the women around me i know it’s for their own comfort #it’s so incredibly selfish #and women who don’t forgive are demonized and looked at as if they’re the bad guy even though they’re not #forgiveness is such a personal thing #i find it so odd that most people are comfortable dictating what you should and shouldn’t forgive #like that’s based on THEIR lived experiences principles and values and they just project that onto you like you are the same #and i’m obvs talking about the big unforgivable things not small human mistakes and misunderstandings #but even that is so vague and all of us will have different ideas about what is a big unforgivable thing based on our lived experiences #but yee societal wise tho women in general i find are expected to forgive the big unforgivables #and are not as easily forgiven when they make small mistakes #can you imagine how suffocating that is #it feels like you’re getting robbed out of the human experience #anyway all this just to say i am that woman who doesn’t easily forgive or forget and i am tired #not just from remembering my own pain but remembering the pain of the women i love #i remember it for them when everyone else tells them to forgive and forget

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notjanine · 2 years

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okay i’ve had the nothing-serious-not-interested-in-monogamy talk with both of them and they’re both cool with it, i guess i’m just gonna continue dating both of them, this is. going way differently/better than i ever could have expected

#i’m a little worried they both might be into me a little tooo much #like Bookstore’s response was like I don’t want to do just casual sex i need a connection (but what we’ve been doing is good so)#and they’re already dreaming about me which is… idk what to think about that #and Tech Guy’s response to me saying nothing serious was like. Could that change in the future #i said Bruh everything in my life is up in the air anything could change but don’t count on it #but otherwise yeah they are both okay with it!#wild. i’m gonna have sex with each of them next time i see them #v much looking forward to that #but now idk if i should switch their days like i’ve been seeing Bookstore on fridays and Tech Guy on sundays #but…. tbqh tmi but now i KNOW Bookstore’s so big i’m. worried i might need more than a day to recover 😳#like it’s at least twice the size of the last dick i had and i’m not actually 100% sure i can take it 😳#v much looking forward to trying!! but. they might beat it up too good and she might need more than one day of rest after…#gosh. problems i never in a million years could have anticipated having #and like yeah i know this could get super fucking messy but #i’m making up for lost time i’m exploring i’m gonna make mistakes but i’m also gonna have fun #and i’m gonna get railed on the regular which would really do me good lmao #also the best thing about making up for lost time and explroing new things in a new way is that stuff’s so new there are somany superlatives #Bookstore’s gonna be the biggest dick i’ve ever had. Tech Guy is the best kisser i’ve ever had.#how else will they surprise me how much more fun will i have with them i can’t wait to find out #lizzo_boys.mp3

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hi-im-otter · 2 years

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um i think i should stop posting art here

#i dont know if temporarly or not but #yk the thing is i kinda started drawing for this blog #i uh #every time i draw something the first thing to do is post it #and even if i feel i like it before then after a certain time of no reaction i start looking at it in search for mistakes #or imperfections #i dont like it anymore #i feel like it shouldnt be like this #i should have my own self esteem not depending on the reactiong online #so #i guess ill be quiet for a while..#it makes me sad tbh but i dont know what else to do um #so.#ily all bye~

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oveliagirlhaditright · 2 months

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Not to be a Negative Nancy... but is anyone else worried that with Kingdom Hearts IV coming out after Final Fantasy XVI and Final Fantasy VII Rebirth, it's going to feel so much lesser in comparison?

Because I kind of feel that way... and I know I'm not the only one, in some cases. Like, I remember how in the Key Keepers' spoiler discussion Final Fantasy XVI spoiler cast, Audrey (somewhat jokingly) mentioned how no matter what epic thing they try to do with the boss fights in Kingdom Hearts IV, it wouldn't be on the level of the Eikon fights in Final Fantasy XVI, so it wouldn't have as big an impact on her as those did (paraphrasing here).

And then KHInsider has a thread going on right now, about how Kingdom Hearts IV shouldn't try to take too much from FFVIIR--as they are different games--and user Luminary agreed with that, but brought up how I feel: that if they do take any inspiration from Rebirth, it should be the good character writing and interactions, and cinematography--since they've now shown they know how to do that, and if they don't do that in KHIV, it'll feel like a downgrade.

But I'm just worried that they won't. Especially where the girl characters and interactions are concerned.

I mean, we have new writers on KH now, so maybe they can help make things better than they have been before. But IDK.

#i just feel like square enix. as a whole. is making a lot of decisions that are hurting kh right now #like in having radio silence for years now pretty much. allegedly because they were having trouble getting missing link off the ground #and i know it's because missing link is apparently what we need to know next. but if it were me--and we were having that much trouble with #it--i would have course corrected and made it so missing link WASN'T the game we needed to know next then (because we know from the phase 2 #calendar they showed they're planning more games of course) and made it something else and released that instead until missing link could #have finally been released #i also feel like having kh ride so much on mobile games in general now is a mistake #and yeah: i do think they should have been advertising khiv some during rebirth's marketing... and right now #ANYWAY. about the thread on khinsider. it's about how a ton of people right now are saying how kh should take a page out of rebirth's book #but this particular person doesn't entirely agree because ff and kh are very different series in some regards #for me personally i would definitely be okay with kh taking some ideas from rebirth (like the ones i mentioned above) and even some other #ones but definitely not all of them. because op of the thread IS right about ffvii rebirth and kh being different games #but back to my original point: i do think khiv. when it does eventually come out. is going to look like a worse game because ffvii rebirth #came out first. and even probably ffxvi depending

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