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wonijinjin · 4 months

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in sickness and in health

author’s note: please take care of yourselves everyone! being sick is not fun. dedicating this to my dear @babyleostuff <3

synopsis: when you get food poisoning cheol is ready to sacrifice his night to take care of you.

word count: 1.0k | genre: fluff, comfort | pairing: cheol x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of throwing up, being sick, fever, exhaustion, bad mental health

it was around 12am when you realised something was wrong; you never really got sick, but you could feel it coming before it even happened; head pounding and shivers crawling up and down your spine, making you anxious. after a bit of panicking about why you felt this bad you calmed yourself down and went back to scrolling through social media on your phone, scared of waking and troubling the man next to you. seungcheol was already asleep by that time, being extremely tired from working since 3am, having been to several music show recordings and dance practices. you found him so peaceful as he slept and you were so glad to see him rest after many days of hard work. however as the minutes went by while looking at your phone you could sense an increasing nauseating feeling in your stomach, not being able to focus on the blogpost you were reading anymore, being too occupied with trying to make it stop and squirming under the blankets of your cozy king sized bed to make it more bearable. as if on cue to the peak of your struggles cheol stirred in his sleep next to your helpessly thrashing form, turning to you, his sleepy frame trying to process the cause of your distress. “what’s wrong, my love?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “don’t worry, nothing. go back to sleep.” you tried to sound as convincing as you could. he didn’t buy it. “love, i know something is up. tell me, please?” he begged, more alert when he saw how your protests were interrupted by a weak sob. “i think i am gonna throw up cheol.” you mumbled with a terrified look on your face, trying to stay perfectly still so your upset stomach could get some relief. seungcheol first thought that you were trying to pull a prank on him since you never got sick, but when he looked at your features closer he realised how pale you looked, and how sweat was glistening on your skin. “you sure? like right now?” he sat up in no time as the question left his mouth, ready to take you to the bathroom to let out whatever was making you feel so miserable. you didn’t have time to answer him whatsoever as you bolted towards the mentioned room, getting to the toilet just in time for the agonising pain and suffering of the next few hours to begin. in your hurry you had a hopeless attempt to lock the door in order to shut cheol out; you hated if he saw you in any other state than your most perfect one, if he saw your imperfections, how you felt unwell sometimes or how you struggled with life from time to time. he always scolded you for thinking this way, but you couldn’t stop it; you wanted to be his strong partner, someone who he could rely on whenever he needed to. “i am coming in.” you heard him say and suddenly you felt a warm hand on your back and another one taking your hair out of your sweaty face, snapping you out of your feverish daze. “i am here, you are okay, love. breathe for me please. that’s it, good. let it all out. don’t worry i am here.” you could hear cheol’s voice through your eardums, blood pumping in your veins with much more speed than ever. seungcheol held you close to him as you spat in the bowl one last time, making sure you were really done before placing you on his lap, your knees no longer hitting the cold tiles of the bathroom, only feeling his warmth surrounding you. “my poor baby.” his voice was low and hurt while he kissed your forehead, frowning upon sensing how your skin burned under his touch. “you are burning up. you definitely have a fever my dear.“ he announced, but you could barely register his voice and words; you were utterly drained, barely able to keep your head up straight.

cheol of course took note of this, gently guiding you to lean into him even more while he got comfortable on the floor, cradling you into his chest. “i know you don’t feel good my love. do you know how did this happen?” he wondered with concern laced in his words. you slightly shifted in his arms, looking up at him. “i think i might have food poisoning, cheol.” he cooed at you, kissing the top of your head, rocking you from side to side as you whimpered in pain. “it’s okay love. it will be over soon i promise.” he chanted softly in an attempt to calm you down as exhaustion took over you, the high temperature making you shake with chills no matter how close seungcheol kept your body to his. “love, you with me?” he questioned after a few minutes of silence, but didn’t get a reply; you fell asleep fast, totally knocked out from the sudden wave of late night sickness. he was relieved to see that your immune system was trying to get that much needed sleep to heal, although he was concerned about the effects of not taking medication before your slumber; he didn’t have the heart to wake you so he let you rest anyways.

he never stopped holding you through the night, not even when he moved you to the bedroom and got a cold towel to put on your head, moving a trash can beside your bed just in case, or when he stayed up all night to watch over your distressed form, wishing that you would get better by the morning, kissing your cheek from time to time to let you know that he was there, that he was gonna take care of you no matter what.

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lxvvie · 7 months

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@art-herog, you have called and I have answered. I think. And then I went and tweaked it so the scenario is as follows: your lovely babies are doing their own thing and ignoring you. how would they respond to you calling them someone by else's name as a prank?

Capt. John Price - It doesn't register because he's lost count of how many pet names you have for him and he assumes this is the latest one. Your prank dies a solemn, cigar-ridden death.

Gaz - "WHO?!" It's funny watching Gaz get all jealous and shit with his nostrils flaring. Yeah, that's what you get for the last prank (said prank woke you up from a good-ass nap).

Alex Keller - Has a delayed reaction. You think he didn't hear you until you hear, "The hell you say?" And thus he close shut the jaws... of Sweet Keller Lovin'. By refusing to manspread. Yeah, you wanna play that game? Good luck getting another glimpse at his sweet thighs, babe.

Soap - Is devastated in Golden Retriever. Was busy watching the latest football (soccer) game when you... when you broke his heart. How could you do this to him? Is willing to find and fight the bastard for his (his as in Soap's) honor because he gave himself to you mind, body, and spirit... after he sulks some more because his team just had to lose the game.

Ghost - A total Petty Betty 'cause you got him fucked up lmao. Doesn't really respond to it aside from a heated glance initially. And then he gets you back. You ask him a question: "Mm. Ask the knobhead, he'll have 'n answer for ya." You try to flirt with him: "Sorry. Simon is spoken for." You can practically see the smirk in his eyes. Touché, you bastard. Touché.

Alejandro - Was sifting through paperwork. Called him handsome to get his attention. No response. Okay, then. You then called him gorgeous. Still no response. Then: "You hear me, Rudy?" Alejandro stops mid-sift and stares. Hard. Bonus points because Rudy was in the vicinity and poked his head in all, "You called?" You're smirking, Alejandro narrows his eyes and turns to stare at Rudy, and poor baby doesn't even know what the fuck is going on.

Rudy - His whole reaction can be summed up as '??????????'. When it hits him it turns into '?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?'. Wait, who the hell is Dasher—?

König - König's inner Eldritch Horror Call of Köthulu Yandere comes out in full force and oh wow, did the air change all of a sudden? What's that tension? You turn and he's staring at you. Calmly. Evenly. He doesn't even blink. And then, "Who is Prinz, Schatz?" Turns out the person he lost that sniper position to took the callsign Prinz and König decided to one-up his ass. Once assured it was all a prank, he's back to his... normal self again? A Shadow over KorTac, indeed. It's on sight, PRINZ!

Horangi - Turns out one of the names you used is an alias he tried to use to get into a game but he got found out. He tells you the whole story and everything. It was riveting as shit, so much so that you forget you were even trying to prank him.

Graves - Doesn't even bother to react. Not really except for this one line: "Mm. He fuck you as good as I do, darlin'?" PHILLIP, PLEASE—

Valeria - Hits you with another Uno Reverse and calls you by the name of one of her exes. Thought you were being fucking cute with that prank, eh?

Roach - Wait, when did he receive a new callsign?

Keegan - Wasn't quite outwardly reactive but was mentally drafting a plan to find the bastard if only because they had an incredibly shitty name compared to his. Or something like that.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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WIBTA for blocking my suicidal friend?

TW for suicidal ideation, mental health.I know this sounds bad but hear me out.

I (25F/NB) met F(26M) in January 2017, a few months after I started university through a mutual friend, and we quickly hit it off. We started dating a few months later. We split near the end of 2021, but aside from a few awkward months right after the split, we've stayed friends. We've both seriously dated other people: F had a girlfriend, A(mid-20s F), for a little under a year, and I've been dating my boyfriend, H (30M), for about 9 months.

Throughout the time we were dating, F and I had a few problems. Money was a big one: he would borrow money a lot and not always pay it back (either when he said he would or at all). He currently owes me about £8000 that he borrowed for uni. For most of the time since he borrowed it he hasn't been in work, so I haven't been pushing the matter. One of the last straws for our relationship was when he bought a brand new PS5 and lied to me about it when he had recently borrowed money from me.

The other big one was his mental health. F has been dealing with poor mental health for about as long as I've known him, but he refuses to do anything about it. He often talks about how much he hates his life and how he should just kill himself. He often punched himself in the head or punched walls when he was upset, but he refused to admit that this behaviour was unhealthy. He wouldn't go see a therapist or doctor, or speak to anyone except me. Once, when I was visiting family, he became upset about something and I was worried he would hurt himself, so I asked a mutual friend to check on him. He refused to let the friend in, and got very angry with me.I wanted to break up with him sooner but he'd often tell me I was the only good thing in his life, and I was scared he'd kill himself if I left him. We eventually broke up near the end of 2021. Fast forward to this summer. In August, A broke up with F and F had to move back in with his abusive parents. He initially asked to stay with me but I said no (I live in a tiny flat, I can't afford to financially support another person and to be honest I'm just not comfortable with it). I later changed my mind and offered him my sofa when I realised how bad the abuse was, but he declined.

Also in August, I found out my grandmother was dying. I went to see her with my sister and brother-in-law, and the same day received a message from F venting about his life. I replied with: "Hey I'm kind of dealing with something right now can you talk to someone else? I don't really have the emotional bandwidth rn"When he asked what was up, I told him my grandmother was dying. He expressed his sympathies, and told me that his stuff could wait. He sent me the following message four hours later: "I think I'm going to kill myself""I've totally ruined my life, I've got nothing except daily torture from my parents". Again, this is four hours after I'd explicitly told him I don't have the capacity for it. I spoke to my sister and brother-in-law (28F and 30M) about it and they both said I should block him.

In September I started a new job (I recently qualified as a teacher) which has been very challenging, exhausting and intense. My grandmother died at the end of September, so the past few months have been hard for me. He knows all this, but he keeps sending me all these messages about how much he hates his life and how he should just kill himself.

Early October, I was added to a group chat between A, F's ex, and a mutual friend Z. A told us that F had sent her an email that was essentially a suicide note. I called F and made sure he was okay, and passed that along to the group chat. F was angry that, as he perceived it, we'd been talking about him behind his back. He didn't speak to me for a day or so but quickly went back to normal.

At the end of October, the day before my grandmother's funeral, I woke up to a message that was essentially a suicide note. This was not the first time this had happened. I had a panic attack, though I'm not sure whether that was due to the message or imminent funeral. I send him some messages saying that I didn't want to receive these kind of messages unless it was actually something I could help with, that he wasn't respecting my boundaries and that the friendship had become entirely one sided. I told him that I didn't want to block him but I would. He seemed to accept that, but this morning I woke up to another suicide note message. After verifying that he was still alive (he is), I started writing this ask. I feel bad, but I'm so tired of doing all the emotional labour. I have my own shit to deal with and i'm not his therapist. WIBTA if I blocked him?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw #suicide cw

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kaolovess · 7 months

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Hi! I would like to request BTS members reaction to falling in love with their best friend. Thank you 😊

AUTHORS NOTE: 2nd request! I have another one still in my inbox that I have yet to work on, So Jhope dating head cannons might not be out for a while. thank you guys so much for the support! (especially on my last request) Today I reached 10 followers!! honestly, I didn't expect to get this much support! Love you! <3

WORD COUNT: 863

BTS REACTION TO FALLING IN LOVE WITH THEIR BEST FRIEND.

JIN:

He wasn’t prepared for it at all, he somehow didn’t find out till he was completely whipped for you. He thought he was stupid. How did he not notice that fuzzy feeling he got in his stomach whenever you hugged him, well just touched him in general? He tried to keep normal for a few days. ( he planned to keep normal for weeks ) but realized hiding his true feelings for you wasn’t a good thing to do, you were his best friend- someone he could always rely on. So he confessed his feelings. He was nervous since he was scared this could ruin your long-term friendship, till you admitted how you felt…

YOONGI :

He was so confused when he realized he was in love with you, Didn’t he completely friend-zone you? For the next few months, he tried to trick himself into thinking that he just thought of you as his best friend, but it didn’t end well. It put a lot of pressure on him, he started to overthink around you, Did you know? Would you hate him? Do you even think of him as a friend? He then soon started to distance himself from you, he just didn’t want to fall in love with you more than he already was. But he realized that distancing wasn’t a good choice, you probably thought you did something wrong. He planned a day to meet up with you so he could confess everything, he felt his face getting red when you said you felt the same way.

JHOPE:

Taken back when he finds out, but wasn’t very surprised, he knew he had been feeling differently around you. But how would he explain this to you? What if you didn’t feel the same way? That would years of friendship down the drain in just minutes. but he knew he would go insane if he had to keep such a secret for years. So how would he tell you? He ended up going to his hyungs and Namjoon for help, he was completely clueless and had no idea what to do. Namjoon gave him some good advice that he decided to follow. The idea? Make a letter so he doesn’t have to face you in person.

NAMJOON:

Would be a while till he finds out about his feelings, due to the fact he kind of ignored the way he felt around you. He just thought it was because of the fact he hadn’t dated in years, He thought it go away after a while. But surprise! It didn’t. He realized that this wasn’t just because of some lack of relationships, he was in love. What was he going to do? You were his best friend since high school who had never shown interest in him. Unlike the other members, he talked with you. He told you how he had feelings and had no idea if you felt the same. ( You guys are now dating 🤭 )

JIMIN :

He realized when you guys were flirting ( as a joke ) all of a sudden it had a big effect on him. he was more confused about how long he had been feeling this way than what he should do. He started to hang out with you a lot more than usual. You shrugged it off thinking it was because he normally doesn’t see you a lot. Jimin, unlike the other members, found it a reason to spend more time with you. But after a few months he knew you were catching on, So the same day you asked me why he was acting in such a way, he confessed.

TAEHYUNG:

Oh this poor thing, It hit him hard. Stood still for at least 3 minutes when he realized. He accepted his feelings though, he knew if he didn’t he would go mentally insane. But how would he even be able to stand next to you, If all he did was think of things that could make you uncomfortable? Taehyung understood that figuring that part out would take a while, so he focused on something else. Trying to give you a hint. He begins to text you romantic quotes and ask for advice on confessing, and what people like from their partner. He did this for a bit before he got tired of hiding stuff from you, and then just owned up to everything he has been doing and feeling.

JUNGKOOK:

C'mon now… this is the guy that joined BTS because of thighs. He 100% tries to do more things with you, luckily for him he already knows what you are interested in. Jungkook becomes more invested in your interests, Love to read? He read your favorite book in one day. Love to bake? He bought 6 cookbooks already. He was more shy around you once he spent more time with you. He always tried to start a conversation about your favorite book or something. (he knew you could talk about it for hours) The boys caught on to what was happening and told him to hurry up and confess, And knowing Jungkook he listened to his hyungs and did.

#bts fluff #bts headcanons #bts x reader #bts fic #bts x you #jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung #park jimin #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #jhope x reader #min yoongi #yoongi x reader #kim seokjin #jin x reader

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monarchthefirst · 3 months

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y’all hear me out: stoic whumpee

stoic whumpee is accustomed to leading the team, directing missions, being the calmest one 100% of the time no matter what hits them. And everyone else is accustomed to it as well.

so just picture it when Stoic collapses from fatigue/fever/injury, breaks under torture, (FINALLY) has a mental breakdown…..in front of everyone.

which brings me to my next point. The shame! The humiliation! 1: They’re found at 2am in the bathroom throwing up (bonus points if they’re like me and can’t throw up no matter how hard their poor body tries). And they’re embarrassed to death. 2: They’re in front of their entire team and suddenly stumble over their words, glancing at each face like a hunted animal, then just collapse into a chair shaking until someone grabs them in a hug and they begin sobbing quietly. They’re afraid they will never face their team the same way again. And it is true. When they come back out, their followers put their arms around them, encourage them, build them back up. 3: they break under torture and the Whumper throws them before their captured team and exults over the victory. That Stoic finally broke into a screaming mess under the lash (or whatever you like😁). The shame.

Man.

I’m rambling.

If it isn’t obvious, I love Stoic Whumpees.

Now I’m off to bed.

😁

#whump writing #whump prompt #whump tropes #whump #stoic whumpee

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peachdues · 8 months

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PHANTASMAGORIA

NSFW CUT SCENE

A/N: enjoy this cut smut scene from Phantasmagoria (Part III) (post-kitchen make-up).

I apologize that I don’t have new fics/requests ready, but I hope y’all are okay with me dropping some unreleased drafts I have saved on my phone

If you’ve sent in a request for the 2K event, please know I’m not ignoring you! I’m just exhausted and slammed at work rn and I don’t have the mental capacity to write something new at the moment. It’s 7:30 PM my time, and I JUST got home after having been in the office since 6 this morning. Bear with me!

CW: 18+ • MDNI • explicit sexual content • 69’ing

READ ALL THREE PARTS OF PHANTASMAGORIA HERE (COMPLETED).

Y/N tried so hard to remain upright as she bucked against his face, but the sensation became too much, and she found herself falling back against his legs.

Sanemi didn’t seem to mind, his arms remaining tightly locked around her lower hips as he continued to rock his face against her core, her thighs shuddering around his head at the scrape of his stubbled jaw against her heated flesh.

She turned her head and was surprised at how close Sanemi’s cock was to her face, standing thick and tall as it bounced proudly against his abdomen with every flex of his stomach muscles and thighs as he continued to eat her out like she was his final meal.

Y/N’s lips went dry as her eyes took in the leaking, red tip of him, so demanding and eager, and yet he’d been utterly content to ignore his own need in favor of satisfying her own.

She struggled against his iron-like grip on her hips, trying desperately to turn so she could take him fully into her mouth, but he was too lost in her cunt to realize she didn’t want to get away; she wanted him, wanted to pleasure him just as much as he insisted on pleasing her.

“Sanemi,” she whined, trying to turn once more, but his arms only tightened around her, a growl of warning reverberating from his chest.

Desperate, Y/N leaned as close to his aching cock as she could and stuck her tongue out, just managing to graze the side of it before she had to pull away.

It was enough. At the first caress of her wet tongue against him, she felt Sanemi freeze beneath her, his tongue momentarily pausing mid-thrust into her core as he realized what she was trying to do.

The grip around her hips loosened enough so she could turn, and Y/N rotated herself, though Sanemi’s head remained poised between her thighs.

At the first brush of her lips against his angry, leaking tip, Y/N felt Sanemi tense, his abdomen clenching tight as she dipped down, taking half of his cock into her mouth with a sigh.

He moaned into her cunt, as her tongue caressed against the side of his shaft, his feet shifting beneath her to plant firmly on the bed as he began to thrust up into her mouth. Y/N’s eyes watered as his tip threatened to hit the back of her throat with every push into her mouth, but she forced herself to remain relaxed, humming as she let her tongue work his shaft, her cheeks hollowing as she gave him another strong suck.

His arms, wrapped around her lower hips, tightened around her lower hips as Sanemi pressed his face flush against her cunt, groaning, and the vibrations against her tender folds causing her eyes to roll back into her skull.

The pair licked and sucked at one another, seemingly in competition to see who could make the other cum first. Y/N’s head bobbed faster down Sanemi’s length before she pulled off with a teasing pop! She pumped her hand up and down his cock, heavy and slick with her saliva as she suckled on his tip, pulling back slightly as Sanemi began trying to sheathe himself back into her mouth, frustrated that she kept evading him.

If she thought she was making him more desperate, she was correct; except, her white-haired lover decided to take such frustration out on her poor cunt. Moving one hand from where it helped keep her hips locked squarely against her face, Sanemi brought his fingers to her lips and spread them wide, his tongue flattening against her and pulsing as he scooped her juices into his greedy mouth.

Y/N’s cry of pleasure was muffled by a sharp buck of Sanemi’s hips as he thrust his cock back into her mouth, her throat locking as she gagged, though she managed breathe through her nose to avoid pulling back off him.

Not that she thought Sanemi would let her if she tried — he’d moved one of his broad hands from where it sat at her hip down her back, splaying firmly across her lower shoulders to hold her in place. Given the veracity with which he feasted on her core, Y/N reckoned he wouldn’t have noticed her squirming even if she’d tried.

Every stroke of his tongue against her made her thighs twitch around his head, and Y/N found it difficult to keep bobbing herself up and down the thick length of Sanemi’s cock, instead holding him in her mouth while she moaned and shuddered against him.

Drooling around him, Y/N managed to move her hand to cup Sanemi’s balls, and she marveled at how full he was as her tongue stroked him. The thought that he would soon be emptying himself inside of her made her thighs clench even tighter in anticipation, even as she whined against him, begging for release.

The scar-speckled man beneath her removed his hand from her back, apparently convinced that she would not try and move off him. Rather than returning to his hold on her hip, Sanemi’s rough, warm fingers replaced his tongue at her entrance, as he slid them into her while his lips and teeth closed around her clit and gave her a harsh suck.

At the first brush of his fingers against that spongy, roughened patch of flesh deep within her walls, Y/N shattered.

Her scream was little more than a gurgled groan as her head dropped forward, causing her to take the rest of Sanemi’s cock down her throat. Against the vibrations of her moans and tge sudden way her throat constricted around him, Sanemi suddenly erupted in her mouth, his cum spurting hot and fast down her throat as he groaned deeply into her cunt.

Y/N shook against him as she rode out the final waves of her pleasure. Finally, Sanemi’s arm around her waist loosened and his head fell back against the bed. A moment later, Y/N pulled her mouth off Sanemi’s length, though he was still hard, and she dropped her head against his thigh as she caught her breath.

The room was quiet for a moment, disturbed only by the sounds of their soft panting, as both came down from their highs.

After a moment, Sanemi spoke, and Y/N nearly rolled her eyes at the smugness in his tone.

“I win.”

#demon slayer #sanemi shinazugawa #kny x reader #kny #dividers by saradika #kny sanemi #sanemi x reader #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi smut #demon slayer smut #kny smut #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x y/n #sanemi angst #hashira fic #hashira smut #demon slayer fic

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sofasoap · 11 months

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Pictures of you

Pairing : John “ Soap ” MacTavish x F!Reader Side of Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mini MacTavish

Summary : The hallway of MacTavish house is dotted with family photos. But there is one that is your favourite. Part 2 of Hello There

This is following the Ghost timeline of the Mini Verse.

Part of “ Mini MacTavish verse” , The character is really flatmate of Mini which I gave her the name “Emma” in other fic, but here you can place any name you want here in this fic.

Warning : M rated, passing hint of smut time, flirting. Swearing.

Character of Mini MacTavish is from @saltofmercury fic “The Favorite MacTavish” ” which she graciously let me borrow and write bit more expanded universe. Please go read her wonderful story to get bit of background

“masterlist” for more prequel to this Mini MacTavish expanded

“What ye doing still up bonnie?” You jumped a bit when you heard the husky voice of Johnny from top of the staircase. His strong Scottish accent seeping through with his half asleep mind.

“Johnny, you scared me.” Putting your hand over your chest, trying to calm your rapid beating heart. If you were half sleepy before from pacing up and down the corridor, now you are sure you are fully awake from his unexpected appearance. “Sorry. I heard noises so I thought I should check up on you. But you weren’t in your room.” he apologises as he slowly makes his way down the staircase. “I couldn’t sleep.” Stifling a yawn as you reply, Soap chuckled. “Doesn’t look like it.” Your body was tired, but mentally you were still running high from all the residue excitement from Simon and Mini’s wedding.

While the rest of the Riley family stayed on bit longer at the MacTavish farm for extended holiday, you and Soap had returned to London for work. “Have fun with Johnny!!” Mini winked at you as they sent you off at the airport. That’s when it hit you, for the first time ever, you and Soap will be alone in the house. Without the Mini and Simon hovering around, or having to babysit the Twins. Just the two of you.

He had volunteered to travel back with you when you were helping Mini to organise the wedding and everyone’s flight.

“My duty as the best man is to make sure the maid of honour makes it back home safely.” He winks at you with one of his signature cheeky smiles.

You can see his figure a bit more clearly as he tries to walk around all the packing boxes scattered along the corridor. Mini and Simon had found a new house nearby to move into after the wedding. You decided it might be time for you to move out as well. You don’t want to overstay your welcome. Besides, the reason why you moved in was to help out looking after the twins when Mini and Simon were going through the period of rift before reconciliation. What you didn’t expect as Soap was almost half pleading and half jokingly asking you to stay.

“Who is going to clean and look after the house for me while I am away on duty?” He pouted

You shot him an unimpressive look. “Get a cleaner.”

“Please bonnie. You know how I am with someone I don’t know snooping around the house.” grasping both of your shoulders with his callous hand, desperation sipping through his voice. All the while Mini looked on with a hint of amusement. You turned to face your friend, she just shrugged, letting you make the final decision. In the end you decided to stay on. You just couldn’t resist those damn baby blue eyes. Pleading you like a poor kicked puppy.You didn’t understand why he was so eager for you to stay on. Even promising you the free rent offer before Mini and you first move in still stands.

After his admission during the wedding? Everything becomes clear.

This man is absolutely besotted with you.

Your face starts burning when you realise he is topless and only wearing his lounge pants. You swallowed hard. Get a grip!! You try to tell yourself. It’s not the first time you saw him half naked. You have seen him topless so many times. And each time you cannot stop yourself from ogling at his beautiful chisel chest and abdomen muscles. The corded arms that have circled your waist when you two were sharing the dance with the newly wedded couple. “So you just walk up and down the hallway when you can’t sleep?” Soap mused.

“Trying to tire myself out. Besides, I am looking at the photos.”

Photos you pass by everyday. The hallway is dotted with MacTavish family photos. From photos of Mini and a Pre-teen Soap holding his baby sister for the first time, to Mini’s university graduation photos, first photos of the Riley twins when they were still in ICU. and hiding in the corner, the newly printed photo of Riley family. Simon reluctantly ( as Mini said, he was too shy to admit he was embarrassed) agreed to take a family photo. Mini showing her brilliant smile (MacTavish trait? You wondered. Noticing the similarity between the two siblings when they smile.) The twins both had their hands reaching out towards the side, being distracted by their uncle Soap , trying to make them focus on the camera, and Simon, looking down at Mini, the softness he only shows when he is totally focused on his wife. You love looking at all these photos, the love of family. Give you that warm fuzzy feeling when you are feeling down or stressed and tired from work. Or missing your own family, who is living far away.

and you always land your sight on the photos right at the end of the wall. Your favourite out of all. A photo of young John Campbell MacTavish.

In his SAS No.2 dress uniform, with the unusual serious expression. Piercing blue eyes as if he can see through you.

Subconsciously, you have turned your head away from Soap, staring at the picture you had just thought of in your mind. Reaching out to touch the glass panel on the frame, pointing at the eyes.

“How did this happen?”

“Badge of honour. Or you can say damn good luck from the first deployment.” He reaches out and guides your hand towards his left eyes. You can just feel the slight bump of the scar, but it has faded over time.

Closing his eyes, you can feel him shiver slightly as you run your fingers delicately down the length of the scar. “And this one?” you always notice the little tiny patch around his chin where the beard wouldn’t grow.

“Believe it or not. I have Mini to blame for that.” He chuckled. “Was teaching her how to use a combat knife, and I totally underestimated her swiftness, I dodge out of the way just in time.” Eyes drifting down towards his chest, towards the round bullet wound scar close to his heart.

“..... Was this …” hovering above it, not daring to touch it. As if you are afraid it will provoke the wound. You remember the day you tried hard to comfort Mini, upon receiving the news Soap was critically injured and in coma. From what she and Simon described later on, it was a damn miracle Soap managed to pull through. “Someone must have pulled his soul back into his ass that day.” Simon being Simon, showing the way he cares, with dry humour.

“Mini couldn’t stop crying that day.” You recalled.

“Did you cry for me as well?” He leaned closer, with a slight smirk on his face.

“You wish. I was more heart broken for Mini than for you.” You don’t want to stroke his ego. But in fact, other than feeling sad for your friend, you didn’t expect the news of his injury to hit you so hard. The moment you realise you have more feelings for him than just a crush. You care about him,a lot. Not just as your best friend’s brother.

Sliding your hand lower towards his abdomen, there is a fresh looking scar, extending to the side of his waist. “Lass, if you go any lower than that. I am not sure if I can control myself.” He rested his head against your temple, voice dropped an octave, “ I promised you I will take you out for a date first before doing anything. And I intend to keep that promise.”

You remembered what Mini first said about her brother. “My brother might be a man whore, but he is a very gentlemanly manwhore. He won’t make a move on you unless you say the word.”

Oh the urge of having him right there and then was strong. And you gave into it. Playing with the elastic waistband of his pants, you let out an airy reply into his ear, “What if I give you permission?”

That opens a floodgate. He grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer, you can already feel his hardened arousal as your body is flush against his.

“You don’t know what you are getting yourself into.” “Oh I do know.”

You opened your eyes, looking at the unfamiliar bedsheet. That’s right, you are in Johnny’s bed. Naked, and sore. A very good,satisfying sore, you might add.

But his side of the bed is empty. Still residue of warmth to it, so he must have gotten up not long ago. Propping yourself up into a sitting position trying to recall details from last night after he hauled you over his shoulder like a sack of rice and carried you upstairs, full of purpose.

He made sure you are well satisfied before taking care of his own urge and need. You never had anyone else before that being so caring and thoughtful. They always focus on themselves first, not even concerned if you enjoyed it or not. He treats you like a queen, pouring all his love into every touch and kisses he showered onto you.

Creaking of the door pulls you back from the memory from the night before, you saw Soap pushing the door open with his butt, with a tray of food and coffee and tea in his hands. “Morning bonnie. Had a good sleep?” “Well if someone didn’t keep me up so much last night, I might have?” you stuck your tongue out with a cheeky reply.

“I didn’t hear you complain about it.” Chuckling as he moves closer to the bed and sets the tray in your lap, before pulling out the little tray legs on the side and making sure it is steady before letting go.

“Breakfast in bed? What a great service!” your eyes went wide with choices of food in front of you.

“Consider this as our first date? Even though we are doing it in the wrong order.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Hey. I don’t mind. I was the one that said yes.” patting the space beside you, he slides into bed with you and joins in.

“I don’t know what you feel like this morning.. So..” waving his hand gesturing towards the tray, “ Um, I got tea and coffee, some muffins, pancakes, fruits…oh, if you want cereal, I’ll go grab it from downstairs.”

Is he flustering? Gone was that confident man from last night, now he’s a shy boy trying to impress his date with great effort.

“Thank you Johnny.” You lean into his shoulder. You are quite touched with his thoughtfulness. You don’t want to admit it but you are falling for him even harder now.

“When are you leaving?” You asked while taking a sip of coffee. “Tonight.” putting his muffin on the tray, he smiled down at you sadly. The pang of sorrow hits you.

Is this what Mini feels every time Simon leaves for work? How you hate that feeling. You don’t know how she endured it time and time again. You often see her sobbing silently, after putting the twins to bed, missing her love and not knowing when he will return. IF he will return.

Now you know how she feels.

“When will you be back?” you look down at the mug of coffee in your hand. Whispering.

“Few months. Hey. hey, look at me."He lifts your head up gently by your chin, “ Don’t cry. I’ll keep in contact in between, ya?” you didn’t even realise you were crying until he started wiping your tears away with his thumb, caressing your cheek gently. Leaning down, giving you a soft kiss and leaning his head against yours, “Besides, I need to check up on you every now and then to see the house has been burnt down.”

You let out a sobbing laugh. Trust him to lighten up the atmosphere. “I think you will hear from Simon before you hear from me if I destroy the house. “

“Mmm true. That gossiper.” pulling away slightly, “Come on, eat up before it gets cold. I’ll take you to work later.” He nudges you gently.

As promised, he returned to you months later, slightly scratched but alive and well.

You were standing at the doorway, with an open arm to welcome him home . He was so overwhelmed and caught up by your excitement, for the first time ever, apart from his own family, he had someone to come home to.

He dropped his duffle bag down, grabbing your hand with his, and kneel down and blurted out his declaration of love and proposed to you.

You froze.

So did he. Gaped-mouth. Looks like he didn’t expect himself to do that either.

“I .. I am sorry bonnie. Ah. um. Dont worry about it.” Soap quickly stood up, face and ears totally red after seeing your shock expression. Taking your silence as a rejection he grabbed his bag, shoulders slumped and quickly pushed past you, trying to cover up his embarrassment.

You touch his arm to stop him.

“Yes.” You took a breath in, repeating it in a louder voice. “ YES.”

He spun around, dropping his bag again.

“YES. I will marry you , John Campbell MacTavish.” you repeated again with a firm and convicted tone. You want this. You know deep down he is the one for you. Sweeping you up into his arm with a loud cheer, you screamed loudly as he started spinning you around.

“Let me down Johnny!!” you laughed.

He set you down on the firm ground, but not before peppering you with kisses on your lips and cheek.

“Thank you.” After calming down, he looks at you with his beautiful baby blue eyes, full of love and happiness, voice wavering with emotion.

Oh wait until Mini hears about this……

“So I heard you proposed unexpectedly.”

“Haud ya sheesh. It was planned.”

“English MacTavish. You didn’t have a ring so it was not planned”

“I said shut up. I want her to choose her own ring.”

“ Whatever you say….”

And the shit stirrer gossiper Ghost was quick at work. Everyone knew about it a day after both of them returned to the barrack. Gaz couldn’t stop poking fun at Soap. Price just look at his three pseudo-sons with amusement.

Inspiration? This absolutely brilliant art by @beyondgoodandevil146, The OG Captain Soap MacTavish and Delicious Soap

And the song by The Last Goodnight keeps going around in my brain. So… combine them together? Bam.

Taglist : @kaplerrr @floral-force @homicidal-slvt

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You really can't write this shit lmao...

TS's friend group consists of Miss 'idc about genocide and continue to employ a bloodthirsty zionist CEO for my makeup brand' and Cara D who's great grandfather created the Black and Tans which is a terrorist organisation that killed Irish people during the Irish War of Independence. A group that also sent their people to kill Palestinians in favor of establishing the state of Israel. Last night these 3 went to Ramy Youssef's (who Taylor probably met at the "Poor Things" premiere) comedy show in NYC and 100% of the proceeds would go to the Gaza relief fund. The thing is, Selena and Taylor are getting all the credit and praise for Ramy's activism. I've been a fan of her work for the past 10 years and her recent activities have turned me off of her completely. The turning point was that pathetic TIME interview.

I've always thought of her as this well-read individual who can masterfully express herself whether it would be public speaking or writing but I couldn't help but cringe while reading that article. She tries too hard to appeal to gen z and younger millennial crowd when she herself is practically pushing 40 atp. I feel like all of her 'intelligence' came from being around Joe Alwyn who's a notorious bookworm. The fact that she describes her Rep era as 'goth-punk' was the first strike, the 2016 hate train as a ' career death' was the 2nd and the whole patriarchy delusion she went into just hit the final nail in the coffin and I was like 'nope, not doing this shit anymore'.

I know that swifties have been comparing her to Beyonce lately saying things like 'well, Taylor writes her songs' or 'Beyonce can't read' and talking about how she doesn't give interviews so people don't know that she's dumb. And as a comparison I've found her Harper's Bazaar interview that she gave when she turned 40. And good God, I've slept on this woman for way too long. In the interview she talks about building her work ethic from an early age. The dedication of her life's decades (First decade was dedicated to dreaming, the teens were about the grind, the 20s were about building a strong foundation for her career and establishing her legacy, the 30s were about starting her family and prioritizing her own life over her career). She started her own management company at 27, in 2013 she started her charity foundation in which she helps hurricane relief, education, supporting minorities businesses, families with housing needs, water crises, pediatric health care and pandemic relief. She talks about expanding her business ventures beyond music industry, talks about setting boundaries in the world of celebrity culture, about her friends being a group of strong independent women, about the importance of mental health. She also says that she's most inspired by her parents ("My mother has always been my Queen and still is. She has always been so strong and is filled with humanity", "No matter how tired she was, she was always professional, loving, and nurturing."; "My father constantly encouraged me to write my own songs and create my own vision. He is the reason I wrote and produced at such a young age."). That woman is so well-spoken and genuine you can't help but feel warm while reading it and she doesn't feel the need of throwing unnecessary 'smart people' words to seem that way.

Reading Taylor's "Person of the Year" profile and Beyonce's 'Entering 40s' interview were completely different experiences. And as a result, one of them lost a fan and the other gained one. I wish Tree Paine would stop Taylor from giving these interviews because everytime she does, she comes across as tone-deaf, out of touch, mentally stuck overgrown teenager, try-hard bratty diva who can't stand being not the only one praised.

Anyway, I'd recommend to read the full interview and watching her new film. I've watched it yesterday and got the urge of turning my life around. That lady is truly such a light.

Taylor's friend list also includes 'Mr. and Mrs. plantation with slave cabins on the property wedding', 'a sex offender and a SA apologist as the newest addition', 'Ms. "I assaulted my own sister", ' an insecure and whiny music producer who likes to stir drama on Taylor's behalf'. And not to mention that she's dated a nazi this year and her newest flavour of the month is a fatphobic jock with a double digit iq, her father is also an avid republican voter. I think the people she surrounds herself with tell about her more than she does herself.

And concluding with two cents about Joe Alwyn. I'm glad she's out of his life. While I was a swiftie I've watched his interviews and he always came across as a very gentle, calm, well-spoken and a bit introverted man. And she's... well, her. I also think that she'd held him back in her job in regards of producers and directors not wanting their work to be overshadowed by 'Taylor's BF is in this' articles. I'm hoping he does more projects in the future or maybe dips his toes in writing and directing something because clearly he's a talented writer.

Sorry for the long rant, had to get it out of my system <3

I love reading your rants, keep it coming. they are so on point.

#anti taylor swift #swifties dni #joe alwyn

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3.89 Lose control

During our conversation about pre-wedding activities, Sophia and I found the idea of having a party appealing, but we had reservations about the traditional bachelor and bachelorette party. I'd never been to one, but I'd heard stories about them. Getting wasted and dancing with other women didn't appeal to me at all. My party didn't have to follow that formula; we could spend the night however I wanted. But the real reason we were anxious was because we both we both had a small circle of friends. We loved kicking it with our respective squads, but a party with just one or two sims wouldn't be lit.

"What if we did a joint co-ed party?" she offered.

That was the most brilliant idea, and it relieved us both. I mean, the whole point of a bachelor/bachelorette party was just to hang out with friends and have a good time, right? Who's to say we couldn't do that together? Our friends and their plus ones were enough sims for a fun, intimate party.

We tried to take Mama's advice and not show up early this time and walked in with the first wave. Heh, if Sophia had agreed to my offer earlier, we could have been super late, but let's not dwell on that. While getting a drink, I saw Alessia. I was low-key pissed, to be honest. Not enough to make a scene or even snub her all night, but we were definitely not okay.

Dub snuck up on me, and I almost dropped my drink.

"This is a nice place," he said. "The food selection is...interesting."

"Yeah. I guess I should have been more specific when I requested light refreshments."

"It's all good. Nothing like a little natural sugar to get you pumped up!"

"That's right. I expect to see everyone dancing, Dubstep."

"Dubstep??"

"Yeah! I think it's about time I gave you a nickname."

"But Dubstep though? I can't stand that music! It's everywhere at home!"

"Sorry, dude. I'm not often this clever. It's sticking!"

"Ugh! You better be glad your name can only be shortened, or I'd come up with something annoying for you too!"

"HA! Thank you, granddad I never met, for a boring name."

"Oh, hi Dub," Sophia said. "Thanks for coming!"

"Of course I'd come. I gotta make sure my boy Luc stays out of trouble!"

Sophia laughed.

"That's kind of you, but totally unnecessary."

I loved she said that. We had several conversations about my female friends, and she always expressed her acceptance of them. I believed her, but part of me wondered if she was actually cool with it or just trying to avoid conflict. Those conversations triggered her sometimes, and I knew she was still dealing with scars her ex-trash man inflicted. I never gave her a reason to doubt me, and I intended to keep it that way. Even so, her display of trust touched me deeply.

Less and Justin were chilling in the corner, probably relieved that I was busy. Did they keep in touch? Probably not. Regardless, I was happy they maintained a small connection, even though I still believed he was much too old for her. Once Rashidah and her husband showed up, Sophia hit the dance floor and got the party going. I sat down and watched her, mesmerized by the thought that tomorrow she would be my wife.

Chi Chi latched onto Maia as soon as she arrived and did not let her go. When Dub noticed, he not-so-casually got closer and watched their every move. I don't know why I thought it was funny, but I laughed anyway. Seeing him transition through this relationship, going from uncertainty about pursuing it to worrying about someone encroaching on them, was fun to watch. I knew Chi Chi was harmless, but he didn't, so I didn't laugh too hard. Still, what was Maia thinking? She was so gracious to endure all that talking for two nights straight. I knew all too well how draining it could be, trying to keep up with all the words that flew out of her mouth.

I eventually finished my drink and got out there to shake it with everyone. Poor Dub didn't even take one step and spent the whole night watching Maia and Chi Chi. I made a mental note to talk to him about it before we left, so it didn't become a big deal later on.

The fruity drinks were lame, so I invited everyone to the bar downstairs and bought us a round. The thumping bass from the DJ downstairs reverberated through the walls, injecting a surge of energy into our group. Moving the party downstairs was a genius move. The room was buzzing with excitement. Lively conversations and laughter filled the air. In the midst of all the excitement, I spotted Less trying to slip away, but I quickly caught her eye and called her out.

"Where were you last night?"

"What?"

"The engagement dinner? You didn't show."

She shrugged.

"I didn't want to go."

I needed a moment before replying, because her response struck a nerve. Her indifference was no stranger to me; I'd been dealing with it my whole life. It annoyed me then, and triple annoyed me now. I usually coped with it by ignoring her, but this was something I could not shrug off.

"You couldn't at least call and tell me you weren't coming?"

"I guess. Why are you so upset? You had the dinner and now this party. They're pretty much the same thing, so why do I have to come to both?"

I was teetering on the edge of losing my cool, and it caught me off guard. Despite all the challenges I faced in my life, I could never truly feel angry. I could've been mad at Dad taking us away from Mama, but I was just a little kid and more scared than anything. I couldn't bring myself to be angry with Mama for breaking up our family because my love for her was too strong. Less always got on my nerves, and I could've been mad at her countless times, but I felt pressured to always be in control as the oldest, especially since she always copied me. I just wanted to experience losing control for once, but was that the moment to waste my chance? In the grand scheme of things, it wasn't that serious. Less was just being Less, and as much as it pained me to overlook it again, I just took a few deep breaths and re-centered myself before responding.

"You're my sim of honor, Less. Does that even mean anything to you? We were doing toasts, and you weren't there. Dub did a toast for me, and we just met. Maybe I should have asked him or Maira to be my sim of honor."

"I'm sorry, Luca! I thought it was just a casual dinner or something. I didn't think you'd be mad."

I sighed and shook my head at her.

"You never do, Less."

Speaking of Dub, I saw him stewing on the sidelines, so I let Less go and went to de-escalate him.

"Am I crazy?" he asked as I sat down. "Is she really that bold that she would try to take my girl in front of my face?"

I was glad to have something comical to take my mind off my annoying sister.

"She's harmless, man. A bit of a flirt, yes, and she talks a lot, but she would never do that to you. She's sweet."

"Brooo! The talking! I thought maybe she liked me too because she had me hemmed up all night last night. I barely escaped in time to make a toast!"

I laughed.

"Believe me...I am aware. I feel like she has a word quota she has to reach every day or she'll explode or something."

"Yeah, and she's spending it all on us!"

"Seriously... But for real...I really appreciate you doing that last night. My sister should have been the one making that toast, but she wasn't there, and that really hurt my feelings."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I got you, bro. Whatever you need."

"I appreciate that, Dubstep."

"HEY!"

Dub and Maia by @mysimsloveaffair

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #adolting #adolting gen 3 #wade banks #maia tilley #luca winston murillo #alessia amina murillo #sophia aguilar #xochitl luna #banks collab

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bitchesgetriches · 6 months

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I just found your article on the latte factor and it hit me really hard. I have chronic depression and I’m currently in online college so I don’t really go outside a lot. One of the best ways to motivate myself is to go out and buy a little treat, usually coffee. I feel bad about it sometimes bc like, I don’t need it, but you have to leave the house sometimes or else your mental health tanks. I’ve talked about it with my parents before and they’ve said that they actually consider it a mental health expense, which I think is a great way to look at it. It’s not the only thing I do, im also on meds and in therapy, but damnit it’s not a bad thing to do stuff that’ll make you feel a bit more alive, and it’s so rare for any financial people to recognize how big of an impact that can have. So thanks for being cool

We've done it. We've achieved our only goal: being cool. 😎

Jokes aside, messages like these bring a tear to our eyes and warm our cold, jaded hearts! Thanks for sharing, jelly bean.

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helpallthenamesaretakenblog · 3 months

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EPISODE 6 (just realised no one is asking me to do this too bad) spoilers for series up ahead

ITS NOT A MUSICAL EPISODE 😭

Disney was too broke to show us the animals in the zoo truck WHYY

why am i so happy for the second seaweed brain, man the things being a pjo fan does to you

The way you could see luke’s smile drop when they say that they found the lightning thief (:) —> :/)

The way luke didn’t even let them finish he was like “CLARISSE YES CLARISSE SHE MUST BE THE ROBBER”

No one’s talking about “Chiron should arrest her” Not the mental image of chiron holding a gun saying “ANY WORD CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN COURT” while clarisse is pushed into a police car lollll

Old married couple im falling out of my chair plsssss if luke did something right in his life it was this

i love annabeth’s face like she knew this was coming the older brother-sister dynamic is POPPING

Disney really needed a way to show that grover liked animals and had convos with them without actually showing them lol

cue the “omg animals are so elegant” speech which served nothing at all

WHATS THE POINT OF ZEBRA TO VEGAS IF THERE AIN’T NO ZEBRA MR HOUSE OF MOUSE????

Idk but i kind of miss the trio action so far this show has only been percabeth + grover instead of percy + annabeth + grover you can tell they’re focusing more on fan service and developing percabeth than developing the more important dynamics which are the three of them having fun

oh HELLO RANDOM CAMEL WHO ISNT EVEN A ZEBRA BUT WHATEVER

“You are two seconds ahead of meeee” the simp eyes the simp eyes

The lotus casino from the outside is so COOL

LEVITATING BY DUA LIPA (some of yall still stuck in poker face era so im leaving it at that)

WISE GIRL I REPEAT WE GOT WISE GIRL (i was honestly expecting it to sound super corny on screen but walker pulled it off like he always does)

look im so mad about the fact that there’s no montage of them being silly little kids and having fun at arcade games. It hits so hard since percy has never afforded to visit fun places, annabeth has never left camp so is absolutely thriving with her architect games, grover is hunting down humans which was so funny and cool and they decided to make it more serious and plot centred

”ill take percy this way” WHY CAN’T GROVER TAKE PERCY THAT WAY HUH ANNABETH? 🤨 (girl just say you want to spend time with him)(and disney say you just wanna write more percabeth scenes)

I love the ‘if you dont know, i dont know either 😄’ mentality that percy has, he knows annabeth wants to be in charge now so he’s just feeding into the hubris

The augustus plot was so weird ngl but it was a great way to introduce the pan stuff

“Biaannncaaaaa biancaaaaaa” NICCOOOOOOO

He sounds so little and innocent and cute 🥺 im so sad now

GROVERRRRRR REMEMBERRRRRR

i gotta say, i guess that i was taken away by the people making fun of lin manuel miranda, but his acting was really really good

We got some may castellan exposition early

Percy thinking that the only thing he could do to sally was hurting her 🥹

i really hope they talk about that later on, you know we love some angst around here (especially with the dreams of the headmaster which was from the books!!! I was thinking that they’d cut it! But they didnt!! But it speaks volumes about percy that he has nightmares of headmasters)

I WANT ANNABETH FLASHBACK ANGST

annabeth pickpocketing the god of thieves will forever be her girlbossiest moment

”Im multitalented” percy: 😍💙🥰🥹 🤩(walker’s acting be that amazing is it not obvious by now that percy likes annabeth)

“Who’s grover ☺️?” “Wait, i know grover 😅!” Walker is cementing himself in the percy throne every single episode

”wow grover got really old😃”

“you lose sight of what’s important when you’re alone” “we weren’t alone 🥰” poor grover

The eons long wait to see how percy was hugging while falling the way down is finally over

The way that you can see percy’s empathy shining through his eyes as grover talked about pan>>>> (honestly tho, hug!)

the way they focused on percy’s reaction, i know this is going to be something he brings up as a reason for him to sacrifice himself for hades

Percy and annabeth looking at grover like “ ok mr. 24 DRIVE US”

Percy trying to drive a car will forever be cinema and comedy peak

The road rage this child has its so funny BEEP BEEP

annabeth: 😁 percy: 🥹 *cutely crashes car and almost kills her* PERCY IS TRULY GIVING A LOSER BOY WHO HAS NEVER HAD A GIRL LOOK AT HIM AND THATS SO PERCY OF HIM

the heartbreak in percy’s eyes alexa play the moment i knew by taylor swift

Four pearls?? *cue that one meme where that girl is calculating*

the way my smile faded when i saw annabeth hanging over the cliff TOO SOON RICK TOO SOON

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First off I apologize if I frequent the confessional (aka the inbox) too often. 😔 pretty new to ghost and I love your writing! Secondly, I saw you wanted fluff requests and I have one that’s not exactly fluff, it’s more hurt/comfort, but it is NOT HORNY (for once). Also since this is such a sensitive and personal topic I 100% understand if you need to refuse it!

-mental health and self harm warning-

How would Papas (or Terzo specifically if you’re short in time but still want to do the prompt) react to and comfort their s/o who feels guilty/ashamed after a mental health relapse? Feel free to keep the specific event vague for your and others’ comfort :) (I recently self harmed and have found a lot of comfort in thinking about my Papa telling me he’s still proud of me and that I’m getting better, still recovering, etc.)

Once again, this is a very difficult topic for many people so I completely understand if this is outside of your comfort zone. (If it is a reject, I would greatly appreciate it if you could reply privately.)Write what you love and have a wonderful day! ❤️

While I usually respond to asks with a little comment, I've already said everything in the dms. For everyone else, though, a reminder: this is a comfort zone for you. If there is anything going on, please don't hesitate message my main if you want to talk about it. I'm here for you. - Jez

Papas self-harm comfort

TW: mentions of self-harm, poor mental health.

Primo

He notices right away. Or maybe he just knows. It's unclear.

He takes you to the garden, knowing that it was a comfort space for you both.

Talks to you about flowers, but you can tell there's something more he's getting to. So you wait, listening to how fondly he would speak about the plants.

"Do you like roses, amore? I find them particularly loveable, even despite their thorns. Over the years, I've hurt myself on them many times, but I can't bring myself to hate them. After all, they're just trying to defend themselves this way, since they don't know that I also protect them."

Something about this little speech made you realize that he knew what you did. And just like that, it all hit you hard enough to make you fall to your knees and start crying, mumbling how sorry you were.

He would carefully help you up and take you to the nearest bench and sits there with you, holding you and rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

"I know it's difficult, my love. I know. But I'm here with you now. I won't hate you or leave you because you're hurting. You just couldn't handle it anymore, could you?"

His voice is so soft and you can hear he's sad, beating himself up over not noticing it earlier, before you relapsed.

"But it's going to get better now. I'm here to protect you. I'll help you get through this."

Secondo

He's always been very direct, which might be why so many people in the Ministry considered him a prick.

The moment he notices just how often you pull your sleeves down is the moment he calls you over to go talk in his room.

He asks to see your arms. And your terrified eyes tell him everything. You've relapsed.

He seemed angry, clenching his fists. And that scared you even more, you almost ran away, but he caught you and pulled to you his chest.

He held you so tight, he almost knocked the air out of your lungs.

And that's when you realize, he's not mad at you. He's mad at himself. He's mad that he let that happen.

And so you both just hold onto each other for a while before he picks you up and carries you to bed. He tucks you in and goes to make dinner for you.

He just kinda goes into house husband mode?

He tries his best to make you feel safe and loved.

He trusts you to talk to him when you're ready. And until then, he's practically glued to you.

Terzo

He knew something was wrong when you didn't return his affection with your regular enthusiasm. At first he thought maybe you were just in a bad mood, but he kept observing you just in case.

After a while he pulled you aside, taking you to his room to talk. He sat on the bed with you, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around you.

"Wanna tell me what's going on?" He would ask quietly, resting his cheek on top of your head as you curled up to cuddle to him some more.

He could tell you were hesitant, but he wanted to make sure you were comfortable before you spoke. So he just held you and rocked you, kissing the top of your head and humming a soft tune to you.

When you finally opened up, telling him that you've relapsed and started hurting yourself again, he holds you tighter and stays quiet for a while.

After a few minutes, he'd ask if you'd be comfortable to show him where you did it. If you did, he would kiss around your scars, the old and fresh ones, his lips incredibly gentle against your skin.

He lets you cry it out, holding you against his chest.

He wants you to feel safe with him. To know that you can always come to him and talk.

Copia

When you tell him one evening that you need to have a serious conversation with him, he can already tell it's gonna be bad. Although his assumption was that you wanted to break up with him.

But, as it turned out, it was way, way worse.

You already confided in him that you used to hurt yourself, but he never thought you'd relapse!

He's very sad, but tries his best not to show it and just holds you for a while.

He would try and gently ask you for the reason. Did he fail to see the signs? Oh, he did, didn't he?

He's upset with himself that he couldn't prevent it.

Quietly begs you to come to him whenever you have thoughts about hurting yourself again, no matter what he's doing.

Offers to get you a nice therapist.

Tries to make you happier however he can. Dedicates all his free time to you.

Plays video games with you, lets you play with his rats, he's by your side whenever possible.

He really hopes that's at least close to being enough.

Old Nihil

He's incredibly confused when he found out.

This man does not see a single flaw in you, he views you as above perfection.

And for whatever reason, you harmed yourself???

It does not make sense to him. He demands to have you called to his bedroom so he can question you.

He's even more shocked as you break down, crying and apologizing.

"Hey, hey now, stop crying, okay?"

He's just... So awkward as he pats your shoulder and assures you that he loves you, he just really has no clue why you'd want to do that!

He wants you to explain everything to him just so he can tell you you're wrong and interrupting you with his own views of him.

He tries, okay?

Young Nihil

This fucking dumbass...

His first reaction is literally "Why the fuck would you do that?!"

He's in shock and it's basically a defensive reaction.

He doesn't understand why you'd do something so stupid???

He might yell at you at first and only realize after a moment that he's making it worse.

So he apologizes, still a bit grumpy about it, but he holds you close.

"Listen, just... Just don't do that. Okay? I don't wanna lose ya."

He might actually tear up about it once you're asleep. His life was filled with fuck-ups and he'd hate it if he'd lose you.

He's gonna pay more attention to you from now on.

And he's gonna do his best to take care of you.

He's an idiot and he lets him emotions get the better of him, but he really does love you. He' just bad at showing it. Really bad.

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Toxic: Dick Grayson x f!reader (part 1)

I'm just testing the waters here, since it's my DC writing debut (please, forgive me Marvel, you are still no.1 for me). Anyway, let me know what you think.

He was a detective.

She was a forensic scientist and tech expert.

Their history started back in the circus days.

They weren’t exactly friends, but being the only two kids amongst the adults and animals brought them closer than they would ever like to admit.

He was an acrobat. She was a tamer which gave her ability to read through animals and as this skill expanded – people. She could easily tell the emotions and feelings of one’s person and control it. When she found out about that power she was scared at first. It was hard to cope with all the positive and negatives vibes suffocating and suppressing her. And it was not like she could tell anyone about it. She would be called a freak and even at circus this would not be good. But Dick knew. From the beginning. He saw it in her eyes one day at the arena, when the fire broke and people and circus crew started to panic and flee. Poor girl felt not only her own pain and fear but also all of the same emotion of about 100 or more people. It was just too much, hurting not only mentally but physically as well and so she started to shake with the burden on her shoulders. Eyes wide open, breath fastened she turned away from the source of the problem and started running, hit and miss, somehow avoiding collision with anyone else. Dick was quick to add two and two and chase after her through the other side of arena, ignoring his parents’ calls. However, she was too fast and soon was out of his sight. Now Dick started to panic as well. She should not be alone in her vulnerable state.

“YN!” he called for her, but there was no answer “YN!” another try and he heard some quiet sobbing coming from behind one of the circus caravan “what happened?” the boy fell to the ground next to his colleague. She was holding her knees close to the chest, face hidden, hair being a mess from the running “Hey, look at me” she hesitantly raised her head and followed his plea “what happened there?”

“I got scared, that’s all”

“It’s not. There’s more. You can tell me. “ he reached for her cold hands and this gesture surprised them both.

“Can I? How do I know you are not going to use it against me?”

“Don’t you know me better than that?” he asked sadly

“I do. I’m sorry Dick. I know you care. I just….. I don’t know what’s happening to me lately.”

“Tell me. I’ll help you figure it out.”

“I….. I feel more. More intense, more often. Some of those feelings are not even mine. Like, I can tell that right now you are worried, but also a bit curious. It’s a lot, knowing people’s emotions, you know.”

“I know.” Dick nodded and went to hug her “Seems to me like you are an empath.”

“I don’t think every empath can also control the mood of the people”

“control?”

“Yes, a bit, but most of the time it happens involuntarily…..”

“How so?” Dick frowned at the words

“Remember last week? When one of the clowns started a fight with fire eater?”

“I do….. Wait, was that you?”

“I guess. I mean, none of them would start jumping around and laughing falling into each other embrace out of their own will, right? They hate each other.”

“Right.” The boy rubbed his forehead “How long is this going on”

“Not sure. A month or some more….”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked with hurt in his voice, but she just shrugged.

“I was scared. Still am. But it’s ok if you think I’m a weirdo. I won’t blame you, just please keep it to yourself.”

“I’m not leaving you.” he spoke and hugged her again

“You are not?” she muffled into his chest clinging to the warmth and peace his presence brought her.

“No. I’m not going to hurt you, ever. I’ll keep you safe.”

***

That was the ice breaker in their relationship. From that day when she confessed they became closer and closer every day. And slowly, something more than friendship started to creep in inside their hearts. But as all was going really good in that area, life decided to pull a cruel trick. # years later a fatal accident happened, leaving Dick parentless. He was broken and vulnerable and despite the fact that she was there for him, offering help and support there was not much she could do, especially use her powers. She swore to him she would never use her ability against him and this was not the time to break the promise. Soon, Dick was adopted by no one else than famous Bruce Wayne and took away from the circus. She stayed behind. Those were dark couple of years for 15 year-old kids.

“Promise you won’t forget me” she whispered clutching him while the limousine was waiting.

“How could I ever?” he held her tighter “this is probably bad timing, but I ….” He stopped becoming shy.

“You what?”

“You were more than a friend to me. I…. I felt more for you.”

“Oh…..” the girl pulled away slightly

“Yeah” Dick scratched his head in confusion. “Maybe I shouldn’t have said that…”

“Dick?”

“Yes?”

“I promise you, when I turn 18 and I will be free to decide about myself I will find you. I’ll get you back and we may work on that feeling. Will you wait for me?”

“ Always.” He whispered resting his forehead on hers.

“Master Grayson! It’s time to go.”

“Come back to me.” Dick added

“In three years, I promise.”

***

Three years later, she did kept her promise as she showed on the steps on the Wayne Manor. Uninvited, of course, but with single purpose on her mind. Getting Dick back. Last year has been a constant torment for her. As she grew up, a lot of men in the circus turned their attention towards her and not in a good way. She was degraded because of the fact she was a woman, catcalled and a couple of times almost raped. Such things can change a person but she was still the same girl Dick knew, hoping he did not change much as well. Ok, to tell the truth she might have a bit more of a badass attitude and higher confidence, but those were good things, right? So why was she so nervous knocking at the door. Would the host of the place kick her out when he see her creased clothes and messy outlook? She travelled for three days to get here, but …..

“And who may you be?” dark dressed valet opened the door and started looking her up and down

“I’m….” she trailed

“YN?” the voice coming from the inside was too familiar and her eyes immediately went glassy “You are really here?” Dick, because who else took a few steps closer and gently touched her cheek to make sure she was real.

“I promised you, didn’t I?” she sobbed “I kept it.”

“You two better come inside, before you get sick from the cold” the butler pulled the girl into the manor and closed the door behind.

***

Bruce Wayne was less than happy about another kid in his house. Dick got into quite an argument with him about his friend but it did not brought the wanted result. Batman was good enough with one child under his care, no place for discussion and that broke said child heart. Thank god, Albert was a bit more sensitive as he took the girl in, so Dick and his friend could secretly meet. Maybe it was the aura of forbidden love but this situation only speeded up what was bound to happen between them. The first time Dick kissed her it was messy, sloppy and innocent, but as the years went by all the emotions they were hiding for years got the best of them. At the age of 21 the tame finally broke.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked hovering over her, his breath hot on the girl’s skin.

“Are you getting second thoughts?” she smirked but it was impossible to hide how impatient and longing for him she was.

“I love you.” he whispered in response kissing her fiercely and completely letting himself go. If she could she would probably say the same, but the way he was focused on her and taking care of every inch of her body made her words incoherent and limited only to single moans and groans under Dick’s touch. Both of them were waiting and aching for each other for so long, hiding inside their shells. But it was not necessary anymore. Just the two of them against the world, closer than ever, closer than it was possible and yet – still so far away from one another. Lips on lips, skin on skin, caressing, stroking and exploring. Being one another’s first time made it even more sensual and emotional.

“Dick?”

“Yes?”

“I love you too.” She smiled as he kissed her more. “It feels so good to finally say it” she whispered.

“You don’t ever have to stop.” he muttered “but are you sure it’s what you want?

“Yes, just …..”

“I’m not going to hurt you. You are safe with me” he repeated the words from the past and she closed her eyes actually feeling safe and secure in his arms.

***

They were training together despite Bruce’s best wishes. He was Robin and she was Flux. There was no discussion that Dick was skilled from the beginning but the girls had a lot to learn. And she was making progress so fast that it impressed even the Batman himself. Finally, he warmed up to her enough to let her join missions. Ironically, this was about to be her undoing. During one of the escapades, Robin and Fluxcame across two other vigilantes – Hawk and Dove, their real names being Hank and Dawn.

The girl was so different from YN. Gentle, caring with all her positive attitude and petite figure. Delicate in every aspect except fighting. Very well aware she captured Dick’s attention, not that anyone could blame her for it. If only she was mean or vengeful or rude…. But her being kind and helpful made it impossible for Flux to hate her for forming close bond with Dick. Yes, she was jealous. Robin was her boyfriend. She went through a lot to win him over and now it felt like she was losing him to another one. How could she ever compete with such beauty, former ballerina full of grace? Despite the fact that Dick never gave her any reason to doubt him she felt like there was something wrong and being pushed over the age she broke the promise given to him so long ago. She searched through his emotions and minds. And what she saw break her so much that when Dick came to visit her in Albert’s wing of the manor she was sitting on the bed staring blankly at the window.

“YN?” she got him alerted the second he saw her this way “Honey, what happened? Did someone hurt you” he sat down on the edge of bed, palm of her thigh trying to reassure her and get the answer.

“get your hands off me!” she yelled and moved away from his touch

“Why? What’s wrong? Tell me, please.”

“Is it true?” tears started to flow down her eyes

“Is what true?”

“Do you have feelings for her? For Dawn. I’m giving you the chance to be honest with me, Dick….”

“YN….”

“I thought you respect me enough to admit, but you are lying. I feel those emotions on you. I can do that remember?”

“You used them on me…?” he moved back as well “you promised not to…”

“Well then we both broke each other.”

“YN….. I want you to know nothing ever happened between me and Dawn.”

“But you think about her every time when we ….. Fuck, Dick. You act like your name. I feel like throwin up. That is probably the worst kind of betrayal.”

“YN, I still love you.”

“And for the first time in my life I don’t know how I feel. Leave me, Dick. I need to be alone for now. I have to think this all through.

“YN….” He reached for her again, but she yanked free

“Please….. Go away” and so he listened. He left her hoping she would get better till dinner. But when she did not show up he knew it was not temporary. And when after the meal he went to check up on her, she was gone. As well as her stuff. The only thing left was a short letter in which she explained why she had to escape Gotham and forget about that part of her life. She also mentioned being heartbroken and apologized for breaking him, but in her point of view this was the only thing to do. They loved each other but at the same time were toxic and this was something that would always prevent them from getting their happy ending .

to be continued.... or not.

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Vivien Leigh and Laurence Olivier met for the first time in 1939 after a theatrical performance of The Mask of Virtue.

From the first meeting, there was an attraction between the two

After their conversation, Vivien said to one of her friends “This is the man I will marry,” ignoring the fact that she is married and he is also married

After one of Olivier's performances, Vivien visited him in his room, and after chatting a little with a rising actress before she left, she kissed Olivier on the neck shyly and left.

Vivien was attracted to Laurence because of his charm and charisma, according to a biography written about Vivien Leigh Lawrence was attracted to her in a way he had never been to any other woman

Olivier said in Lord Larry: "I couldn't help myself with Vivian, no one could."

"I hated myself for cheating on Jill, but then I had cheated before, but this was something different. This wasn't just lust. This was the love I didn't really ask for but was drawn to."

A year later, a movie brought them together Fire Over England They spent all their time together, but they succumbed to each other's attraction and their secret relationship began

After a period of time, their relationship was secret, and when Vivien played Ophelia on stage in Hamlet, she suffered a brutal bipolar attack. When Laurence Olivier entered the dressing room, Lee suddenly started shouting at him. This incident shook Olivier, as he later described how it was like a switch had been flipped. Lee started yelling at him, then immediately stopped as if nothing had happened. Unfortunately, her illness will get worse.

During their separation in order to expand their professional life, the two exchanged scandalous and romantic letters, dating back to between 1938 and 1939.

After a dispute over my role as Scarlett in the movie Gone with Profit, I was surprised by the difficulty of the work and everyone’s fear of the failure of the assigned project. She wrote to Olivier explaining how she felt. He responded to her You have to be very smart to succeed in your photo career, which is essential for your self-esteem." "…I'm afraid you might become boring. Never for me…but for yourself and because of that for others. It seemed that Olivier's letters were what kept Lee going

After much struggle, the two finally married in 1940

Vivien contracted tuberculosis in 1944 while she was on a trip to South Africa and Olivier was afraid that his wife would die.

“Please, my angel, send me word of what the doctor said, + if I may ask him to send me a report.”

“You are the only person in the world who can make me so hideously selfish love someone else more than I love myself.”

In 1947, Lee's mental state became worse and Olivier's professional life became better.

In 1948, Lee and Olivier went on a six-month tour in Australia and New Zealand to perform and raise money for the theater. Lee's health condition was poor, and severe quarrels occurred between the two due to Lee's sharp fluctuations and Olivier's lack of knowledge of how to deal with her. The strongest quarrel was when Vivien refused to go on stage with Olivier. Because she could not find her shoe, Olivier could not bear her childish behavior and slapped her in the face in front of everyone. She responded to Lee by hitting him on the back hard. However, at the end, the two of them went up on stage with smiles on their faces, but Olivier learned that he lost her in Africa.

Their professional lives were putting a lot of pressure on their relationship and there were constant comparisons, and she was taking the issue seriously and with great fear

The two still wrote letters when apart, but even that romance was beginning to fade

Lee's mental state was devastating for the two

In 1958, I was introduced to Jacques Merivale, who was aware of all his psychological and physical problems. When Olivier found out about this, he asked Jacques to take care of Vivian, and he promised him that.

The instability in their romantic relationship worsened Lee's emotional and mental condition.

By 1960, Vivien was threatening suicide. “Vivien is several thousand miles away, trembling on the brink, even when she sits quietly in her drawing room,” Olivier once said. Olivier and Lee filed for divorce in May 1960. The divorce was finalized later that year and Olivier married again.

Although they were no longer together, Olivier and Vivien continued to write to each other every now and then.

“I want to thank you for understanding all of this for me,” Olivier wrote in a letter to Lee regarding their divorce, according to The Guardian. “You did a noble, brave, beautiful thing, and I'm so sorry, so sorry, because it must have been a hell of a lot for you.”

But she once said to newspaper, “I would rather have a short life with Olivier than a long life without him.”

Her husband, Jack Merivale, left her at home while he went to perform in a play in Eaton Square. When he returned around midnight, he found Lee asleep in bed. Half an hour later, he entered to find her body on the ground. Leigh apparently tried to walk to the bathroom and collapsed due to her lungs filling with fluid, according to Vivien Leigh: A Biography of Anne Edwards.

Merival alerted the Vivien family and then Olivier

He attended and participated in Vivian's funeral even though he was undergoing treatment for prostate cancer

Olivier Merival helped make funeral arrangements and stayed with Lee until her body was removed.

1967 On July 8, Vivien Leigh's death was announced, and all theaters in London's West End turned off their lights for one hour in her honour. A memorial service was held at St Martin-in-the-Fields and Lee's cremated ashes were spread on the lake at her summer home, Tickerage Mill in East Sussex, England.

In a final letter to Vivien just five weeks before her death, Olivier signed, “Sincere love my dear, your Larry.”

In 1989, on July 11, Olivier died of kidney failure

Even after his marriage to Plowright, Olivier held Lee dear in his heart for the rest of his life. It is said that shortly before his death, he found Olivier watching a film starring Lee, with tears in his eyes, “This, this was love,” he said

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horror102 · 1 year

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“You thought they’d actually love a freak like you!?”

TW: Angst, self implied manipulation, stalking, obsession.

(Jacob Goodnight, Gabriel May,

Prompt: They stalked you anonymously and eventually you found out your secret admirer was a killer. How could you possibly love them? Watch as you reject them and they grieve-killing you in the process.

(NOTE- I’m actually starting to love Angst!)

They stalked you, the tried there best to implicate there love anonymously! Poor little thing even tried to court you. But who could possibly love a monster?

At first they tried they were shocked! You were so kind and sweet not a bad bone in your body.

You’d give out huge candy bars to trick-or-treaters, you’d give compliments to people on a little stroll.

You’d defend people like them, and all of that made you perfect.

Jacob Goodnight

He wasn’t used to this, he was never used to healthy “love” So when he fell for his Nurse in the Asylum he hid not one bit of it.

If he was good enough to get something he would ask for thornless flowers just to give them to you.

He’d color silly little paintings.

He’d watch you, sneaking out of his compartment was hard since he was seven-foot but you made it worth every bit of it.

When you were on your long “mental health” break he broke out. Watching you in your home.

Watching you cook breakfast, make your bed, tilt your head in confusion as food went missing.

Grow anxious at the rattling in your backyard. But poor you, you didn’t know he would never hurt you. He was there to take control protect you

He’d make your husband die, from a fall off a bridge. But it was just a little coincidence he happened to die the same exact day Jacob appeared in your living room.

A bloody male ring on his finger, almost torn in half by the girth of his own.

Confusion written all over his delusional face when you screamed and threatened to call the cops.

But you told him in the asylum you would always be there if he needed help? Maybe you were a little startled! That’s fine.

Why does he hear sirens? They couldn’t be for him. He’d never hurt you and you know that! Don’t you?

Why were they telling him to put his hands up? If it wasn’t for you, he wouldn’t have to had slaughter all those men!

Wait, what did you just call him? “A monster?” Did you just say “freak!”?

Why’d you hit him, you didn’t have to throw a knife. Why hurt his feelings. He was just a little hungry.

When he confessed his love, while you were hitting him as he blocked it. You laughed. Was it so funny you were confused at first? He thought that too.

“Why would I ever love a freak like you!?” What? Why would you say that? That’s what mama always said.

Why are you saying such hurtful things? Why are you hurting me, someone who’s giving you there all? Why are you cursing? Why are you sinning!?

No, no, no, no, he can see the sin. He has to get rid of the sin, just wipe you clean, you’ll forgive him for this right?

Just like mama, he slaughtered the sin from your pure soul.

Sitting crisscrossed he cradled your body, crying. Digging your sinful eyes from your skull.

“Just like mama.” He cried.

Why would you make him do this?!

You shouldn’t have called him a sinner, you shouldn’t have called him sick, you shouldn’t have called him evil!

Was he too full of sin?

He sees the sin. And he is full of it.

Gabriel May

You were the only nurse he disagreed on decapitating Gabriel, he thought it was because you cared for him, because you held your own moral.

But oh how wrong he was, he was perfect to test, to torture and see what he could do, that’s all you had going through your mind.

But he thought you understood him, you didn’t see him as a parasite but oh how he was wrong.

As soon as he awoke, his mind thrashed wondering where you were, how you were, and who you were with.

He ran to the old hospital or asylum capture he was in, and scattered through the documents until he saw your picture a sigh of relief leaving his lips.

Immediately he stalked you, wondering how to approach. How to introduce himself, creating a hypothesis on how you’d react.

Finally he caught himself and went. It was dark, and the rain was pouring hard. He had no control over the lights flickering in his presence.

A stubble knock on the door was what he decided to do, hiding behind a bush as he watched you grab his letter.

He heard you read it out loud, oh how precious your voice was.

“Doctor (___) you have never treated me as a parasite and for that, I honor you- Gabriel May.”

As soon as you read the message you gasped, thrashing in the room distraught, he was a little annoyed at your reaction. Waiting for you to calm down so he could approach.

He had put a radio on your living room table and as soon as you noticed it, you approached it suspiciously.

Jumping back as you heard his whisper your name.

“Gabriel!”

You gasped, hearing a subtle growl from the speaker. Backing away as your lights started to flicker, your back hitting a feminine chest.

You turned around only to see a past friend, Serena May.

“Serena?”

You wondered your hand going towards her face until her whole body turned around only to reveal the ugly thing.

You ran pushing him down in the process, running towards the stairs.

He didn’t real quick enough, you managed to get to the room where you phone was before he decided to escape through the front door and come back in through the bedroom window.

You heard banging as you called the cops, not knowing where it came from until you heard glass shatter beside you.

He spoke through the phone, hanging up the police call.

“What are you doing!?”

He yelled his voice croaked and crackly.

“Stay away from me, you freak!”

He paused, what did you just call him? Before he could think he acted on impulse, thrashing toward you with a piece of fallen glass from the window.

Grasping your neck as he dug it in, finally grasping the reality of what he done he backed away, not covering the evidence of what he done.

His ugly morphed face drew tears from his deep sunken eyes.

Watching your face retort in terror.

He growled stepping back and admiring in distraught of what he had done.

Closing his eyes so the tears could evaporate and sank back in, jumping out the window and running away.

Wondering, his mind pounding.

Wanted to cry out but he couldn’t speak, and who would comfort a fucking parasite?

Norman Bates

He never told you about his mother, he decided this one will be a secret. This one he’ll throw in a safe and hide the key!

You were his, you were staying in the motel for a week. Young and lost kicked out from your parents.

You were using Norman you were scared he’d eventually find out but day after day he seemed to love you more.

He’d bring you dinner or lunchtime sandwiches, you’d have chats and he’d accidentally slip up about his mother.

You noticed but you knew he didn’t know you did.

He was a fucking weirdo, you’d caught him watching you through a peephole though never mentioned it.

You’d give tiny strip shows and then talk to him about how you hated creeps to make him feel bad.

You thought he was a stupid sweet little idiot.

Not one bad bone In his lanky body.

One late evening, you heard him scream. Not wanting anything to happen to your free rent you jogged to the palace not really caring enough to run full blast.

Knocking on the door and lightening your voice.

“Norman, oh Norman! Are you okay?!”

Immediately you heard light joking down the steps and the ruffling of a jacket.

The door creaked open and Norman appeared with a smile on his face.

“Sorry, mothers getting out of control.”

He told you, you tilted your head because he always thrashed or grew sensitive when you’d ask about his mother.

“Oh, well Norman are you okay?”

You asked, nudging his shoulder in a playful manner, he responded with a nod asking to go on a walk.

“Well if I was your mother I’d get pretty lonely, it’s understandable losing control sometimes.”

He paused and smiled again.

“I think mother would like you.”

I’m glad, I think I’d like mother too.”

His heart started beating fast, you began to stutter too. Almost as if he liked the thought of you meeting “mother”

“Tonight than, if you don’t mind.”

He said

“I would like that Norman, a-lot.”

Now you could live in a castle, god life was going great!

Later that night you got all dressed up, a nice dress with some flat slippers, you made you way up the steps on the exact time Norman told you too. Knocking on the door and on your second knock the door opened on its own.

You walked inside, the house was large in confusing so your first annual thought was to go up the large steps in front of you but first you called.

“Norman? Norman, are you here?”

You heard a thud, and a smile appeared on your face, you walked slowly but steady up the steep steps. Hearing thrashing, behind the door and seeing a woman silhouette

“Ms Bates?”

You heard loud cackling, and with a slam Norman appeared. He walked through the door with a wig, and a nightgown.

He smiled and took your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you.”

You tilted your head, and coughed

“This is nice Norman a funny, but please take off the costume.”

Norman quickly frowned. And In the matter of seconds the lady pushed you down the steps, your body tumbling with a thud and lights shut permanently with the snap of your neck.

Before you died you heard yelling.

“No! Mother, why would you do this!? She just couldn’t understand! Mother no! I loved her. No, no, no!”

He stood there distraught, looking at your body on the floor, ready and sad. Having to clean up another mess, another burden that his mother made. Unbeknownst to him that the woman he “loved” was using him for money

What a fucking fool.

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