#i just can’t help to feel that way bc it’s easier to blame

[oliver-queen-apologist]

hello b*tfam tumblr pls don’t send me death threats but here is bruce’s children ranked from who i believe is his favorite to his least favorite

1. dick

i think this one speaks for itself tbh. i don’t think you can read any comics featuring the two of them or even comics where bruce mentions him and not come out thinking dick is his favorite. bc dick has the unique and unfortunate distinction of being not just bruce’s son, but his son-brother-friend-emotional-rock. dick knows him better than anyone in the universe. that’s why he’s so willing to drop everything whenever he feels like bruce needs his help. even when bruce won’t ask it of him. even when it’s to his own personal detriment. because if not dick, then who?

2. cassandra

i think a lot of ppl say cass is bruce’s favorite because their relationship is so unique that it’s hard to describe. i think he and cass are the most alike, so he’s able to relate to her in a way that he can’t with his other children. they share the same unyielding values. they share the same self-destructive behaviors that neither of them can recognize as being self-destructive. they share the same inability to reach out to others. and most importantly, cass understands batman in the same way bruce does. it’s not healthy, but that’s par for the course when it comes to bruce’s relationships right?

3. jason

this is gonna be a controversial one especially to my mutuals bc i know a lot of you don’t like jason (neither do i lol). but you need to separate the resurrected jason from the memory of jason bc that’s what bruce does. the way part of bruce is still stuck in crime alley watching his parents die, there’s also a part of him still digging his son out of the rubble. he does a remarkably good job at keeping the memory of the young and happy jason alive in his head while the actual jason is running around gotham killing people. their relationship can sour but that memory cannot be touched. that’s why the memorial case stays up. this doesn’t change anything.

4. tim

another controversial one here. we must dismantle fanon’s belief that bruce and tim always had a father/son relationship. we must remember that tim had a father for the majority of the time that he was robin. dick was tim’s brother, but bruce was not tim’s father. that came later. tim having a living father didn’t stop bruce from growing to love and care for him, but it allowed him to keep some level of emotional distance. because another thing we also must remember is the ways bruce changed after jason died. how do you stop blaming yourself for your son’s death? how do you let another child take up the same mantle? what if you get him killed too?

5. damian

let me start off by saying i do believe that bruce loves damian so much. i also believe love and like are not the same thing. bruce has had conflicts with all of his children, but the difference between them and damian is that he’s had a lot of good times with them too. that’s why they’re all so loyal to him despite his glaring flaws. bruce and damian didn’t really have that. it’s been tense since day 1, and every time they seem to make any progress, it’s all undone. and if i’m being honest, i think sometimes it disturbs bruce to look at damian and see parts of himself that he’s always hated. maybe their relationship would be easier if he could only see talia.

#lo speaks #i said what i said #i am NOT putting this in any of their tags i don’t want that smoke

[tsimvkas]

daylight #03 | and i hope i never lose you

A/N: im slightly insecure about this one lmao but since it’s our boy’s day i wanted to post it anyways bc he deserves a lot. may this new chapter of his life be incredible 💞

word count: 6.1k | series masterlist | masterlist

content: fluffy, suggestive language, not detailed masturbating, bsf!mason

<- previous chapter

Nothing changed after the kiss, because there wasn’t anything to change.

And at the same time, everything has changed. Inside of you.

Your friendship with Mason always had this strong and healthy bond, and you think he’s the only person who would still love you even if you told him you murdered someone.

And you know you would love him, even if he told you he murdered someone.

Even though you always thought he was handsome and pretty, you weren’t his friend because you thought something could happen one day. You were his friend because Mason was the sweetest kid in school, always helping others, listening with attention, or even sharing his food.

You never waited for something to happen. But you can’t lie, and you imagined it happening a couple of times.

Just a little ‘what if’ thought, playing on your mind since Sarah swore that she was sure Mason had feelings for you.

You both are pretty touchy with each other, with physical touch being both love languages, and you always like to surprise each other, spend time together even if you’re just layed in silence, and he admitted once that it’s easier for him to fall asleep with your scratches on your scalp, but you always saw these actions as best friends being best friends.

However, the way you read the situation changed a bit when Mason practically called himself your baby’s father.

Now, even though you don’t know how he feels about you, you want it. You can imagine how it would be to finally listen to your desires. To finally admit you want him in a non friendly way.

You can imagine how it would be to be his.

And the fact that he might never be yours is what hurts the most.

—

New Year’s Day was magical. Your families stayed the week in London, and everyday they suggested a different thing. As soon as Mason left for training, they started to play a game or binge watch a tv show, and some days he would join them when he was back, only not doing it when you weren’t feeling well.

All it took was for someone to tell him you hadn't left your room all day for him to run upstairs. Even though your mom was in the house, he felt responsible somehow, always laying there with you, talking about his day whilst caressing your back.

When your families were back to Portsmouth, Mason suggested you to invite Sarah to stay, and you thought about it. It would be nice if you both could surprise him on his birthday, but at the same time you were enjoying your alone time with him so much…

It’s easy for you to spend time with Mason. Life doesn’t seem so hard when you’re with him, either you’re chatting or enjoying the silence together.

So you spent the week being lazy and watching a lot of movies, sometimes reading your book, baking cookies almost everyday and ordering lunch.

Thank God Mason was always there to make your breakfast and dinner. Living alone for so long now, his cooking skills have improved a lot.

He sat on the sofa with you every night to see whatever you were watching and talk about his day, letting you curl beside him with heavy eyes, almost sleeping to the sound of his voice.

On the day of his birthday you woke up earlier than him, trying to make something nice. After almost burning his kitchen, you entered his room carefully to not wake him up, carrying the tray with pancakes, cookies and coffee for his breakfast.

You put the tray on his bedside table before laying down in his bed.

Tugging your fingers in his messy hair, you started to scratch his scalp, smiling when he let out a content groan. You tried not to think about which other situations could make Mason groan like that, blaming on your hormones when you eventually thought about it.

He opened one eye to look at you, trying to understand what was going on whilst the other half of his face was buried in the pillow.

“Happy birthday, Mase” you hummed, giggling when he gave you the laziest smile ever.

“Uhmm, thank you” his little yawn and raspy voice made your heart melt. He looked like a puppy woken up from his nap. “Oh I can tell I’m getting older”

“What’s wrong?” you frowned, still scratching his scalp. Mason sighed, burying his face on the pillow even further.

“My back hurts” his muffled voice made you giggle.

“Grandpa” you teased, but instantly pushed his body so he was face down. “Don’t get used to it, it’s just a birthday present”

Mason half grunted half giggled, sighing when you pressed the knots on his shoulder. You know it’s better with moisturizer, but you have no idea where he keeps it and it’s just a slight relief.

“Oh no, I was already about to ask you for another one tomorrow” Mason half chuckled and half groaned, trying to relax.

“Bought me one of those croissants from that coffee shop and I’ll think about it”

“Deal” he giggled. “You can sit on my back if you want to”

You shook your head even though he couldn’t see, slightly insecure. Now that your baby is growing, you are growing too.

“With a five month old bump? I don’t think so. I’m starting to get heavy, remember? Don’t wanna suffocate you”

Mason sighed, not believing what he just heard. He understands your insecurities, of course, but he’s your Mase, you shouldn't be ashamed or worried around him.

“And I am a fucking athlete, Y/N” he snorted, making you giggle and roll your eyes;

You still felt like your weight could make his back even more, but sat on him so you could massage his shoulders in a better way.

Mason grunted with the relief your body brought to him, sighing then, and his noises only made your work more difficult. You don’t have Mason Mount moaning beneath you everyday, to be fair. You wished

When you were done with his neck and shoulders, you sat on his thigh and started to massage his lower back, poking his waist when you finished.

“Breakfast time, big boy. I made you pancakes” you got off of him, laying by his side again.

“Stop” he groaned, turning to face you. “This gotta be the best day of my life”

You shrugged it off, but felt happiness spreading through your body knowing he was enjoying his birthday, and that’s all you wanted for him.

After eating and thanking you, Mason got up so he could be ready for training.

“I need to go now” he rolled his eyes, playfully. “But I’ll be back soon, right? You can sleep more if you want to”

You nodded, kissing his check. Before leaving you on his bed, Mason high-fived your belly, making you cackled.

When Mason left for training you decided to go out and buy some things so you could organise something for him. You bought balloons and took the special cupcakes you ordered a few days ago.

Then when he came back home, you surprised him.

“What is all that?” he chuckled as soon as he entered his living room to see you holding white balloons.

“Surpriiise” you hummed, opening your arms to him.

Mason giggled and quickly made his way to you, gently holding your waist and kissing your forehead before pulling you for a hug, his body molding to your bump.

“Thank you, pookie” he smiled. “It’s good to share my birthday with family again, to be honest”

You held him tightly, letting his scent engulf you.

“Family, uh?”

Mason chuckled at your teasing, pulling away to look at you.

“Don’t be silly, you are my family”

When he tucked your hair behind your ear, you broke eye contact to take what you bought for him earlier.

“Here” you handed him the Nike bag, nervous to see what he would think of what you chose. “Your present”

Mason frowned at you, and you know what he’s about to say, but he still took the bag, sitting on the couch and you stayed on your feet.

“You know you didn’t have to! I don’t like when you spend money with me and- Y/N! A fucking Mac Attack?!” his widened eyes stared at you. You know how much Mason loves his shoes and he has been talking about this one for a while now. “God, I could kiss you right now”

You giggled, never getting used to how silly Mason can be. With your cheeks burning, you continued.

“There’s another one. Here” you handed him one of the cupcakes, the one you put a little candle on. “But first…”

You lit the candle with a lighter and you both sang happy birthday between giggles and Mason’s laugh.

Once you’ve finished, Mason blew out the candle and bit the cupcake, closing his eyes to appreciate.

“It tastes so good, pookie! Where did you get them?” he hummed, finally opening his eyes.

“I’ll show you later” you smiled, nervously. When he pushed the little cake away from his lips and you finally saw a bit of whipped cream on his nose, your smile grew wilder. “So, what colour is it?”

He frowned at your question, checking the colour.

“Wow, pink filling” Mason smiled, giving another bite before widening his eyes and looking at you with his mouth full of cake. “Wait. Why is it pink?

You chuckled, shrugging.

“Stop” he was still frozen in place, his lips stained with pink whipped cream. When you nodded, his hands fell to his thighs. “Are you serious? Stop”

You started to giggle, your eyes swelling with tears, and Mason put the cupcake in the center table before gently bringing you to straddle his lap.

You felt self conscious and awkward at first. Despite the long years being friends, you never sat on his lap before, but your worries vanished when he stroked your belly and you cleaned his lips with your thumb, melting at his small pout.

“A girl?” he hugged your waist, and you knew by the way his voice cracked that he wanted to cry.

“Yeah, just like you said it was” you nodded, your smile starting to hurt.

“I told you I could feel it” he whispered, hiding his face on your neck. “Jesus, a little girl. Can’t believe you’re having a mini you”

Holding you tight but being careful with your bump, Mason rested his head in the crook of your neck and stayed silent for a moment. You could tell he was crying by the cold tears spilling down your collarbone, but you let him instead of making a teasing comment.

After a while, he kissed the base of your throat and pulled away to look at you with red rimmed eyes. You brushed his tears, stroking his cheek and giggling when his sleepy face showed up.

“Why didn't you tell me you wanted to do this tonight? We could’ve discovered together, you deserved a nice gender reveal” he said after a while, eyes closing to your touch.

“We discovered together though” you smiled. “Seeing you discovering was my gender reveal”

Mason stared at you for a few seconds, his heart pounding with how much he appreciates you.

“Thank you for letting me be a part of this, and choosing my birthday to do this. I know you wanted it to be a different way, with a different person, but I appreciate it so-”

“Stop” you interrupted him, looking into his eyes whilst stroking his jawline. “I didn’t choose you to be the one to find out with me because you’re a replacement or something like this. I’m sorry if it looks like this. I could’ve found it out with my parents or Sarah, or with all of you together. But I wanted it to be you. You’re not a fucking replacement, you were my first choice”

He gave you a shy smile, nodding to your scolding.

“Sometimes I think you are my other half” Mason whispered, making your heart go wild.

“Sometimes?” you teased him, poking his cheek. “We’re best friends, so I know you’re my other half”

“I’m so happy it’s a girl” he giggled like a kid with a new toy.

After thinking for a few seconds, you nodded at him, happy that you have such a wonderful friend with you.

“Yeah, me too. Now you can be a girl’s dad like you wanted” you brushed his hair out of his face, and his shy smile made your insides churn.

“I’m sorry, I was so sleepy that night” he apologised, feeling embarrassed that you remember the call where he practically said he was your baby’s father.

You cocked an eyebrow at him, feeling cocky.

“So you don’t want to be a girl’s dad?”

Mason shook his head, biting a smile.

“I do, but-”

You chuckled, silencing him with a finger on his lips.

“If I could choose, you know I’d choose you to be her dad” you kissed his cheek before getting off his lap.

—

Mason’s family traveled to watch the game a few days after his birthday so they could also celebrate their boy turning twenty-four, and they gave you a ride home.

None of you talked about what he said about you being his soulmate, or what you said about choosing him as your baby’s father. It was simply things both needed to say, and both needed to hear. What you love most about your friendship with Mason is that no matter what, it’ll always be this pure and lovely bond.

You had a lot to do when you finally came back home from your mini vacations in London. Since you were born in a well-off family, you didn't look for a job as soon as you graduated, wanting to experience life before working — something you know most people don’t have a chance to do.

You traveled, hung out with your friends, read as many books as you could, went to several matches to see Mason and Walker before he was injured, and weekly’s coffee dates with Sarah.

Then you started to apply to some vacancies last year, but only five months later you were pregnant and your mother asked you to interrupt the selection processes in which you were participating.

Not that being pregnant would make it impossible for you to work, but she knows it’s harder and if you have the opportunity to stay at home then it was what she wanted for you. A lot of women don't have the same.

And it was proved right when you started having morning sickness and back pain, not feeling well to leave your room.

But, as a journalist, you couldn’t stop writing. It was your purpose in life, so you created a blog to share some things about your pregnancy anonymously, and when you came back from Mason’s you spent days writing and uploading, changing the site and learning how to create a community with the same interests.

The month flew by, and you were trying to reconcile the nausea with everything you wanted to do. With an almost six months pregnancy, you’re surprised your nausea hadn’t stopped yet, and your back pain was getting worse.

Besides the physical side, your mental state also felt terrible. At least, with the current appointments with your doctor, you know everything it’s okay.

But feeling ugly, unworthy and already a terrible mom isn’t something your doctor can make it go away. Even though she helps you a lot, it doesn't make the feeling go away.

That’s why you spent your Valentine’s Day at home. Your father invited you to dinner with your mom, but you felt awful.

You started losing your favourite clothes, everything you eat makes you sick and you’ve been crying all the time. All. The. Time.

So you thanked him for the flowers he gave you and let them have a good night as the beautiful couple they are.

Being alone for only ten minutes, you frowned when someone knocked at your door, thinking your parents must have forgotten to tell you something.

You opened the door, slightly confused when you saw your best friend.

“Mase?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day” he smiled proudly at your surprised reaction, a big bouquet in one hand and a tiny one in the other. “To my girls”

You looked at the hallway to be sure no one heard, forgetting your parents aren’t home, before hugging Mason’s neck.

“Thank you, Mase. They’re so beautiful” you felt your eyes watering, pouting when he giggled.

“Your dad told me you’re crying for everything now. I told him you didn’t changed then”

You rolled your eyes, placing the two bouquets on your dresser and lying in bed again.

“C’mere, please” you tapped the space beside you, sighing when Mason was finally curled up with you. “You shouldn’t be in London?”

“Your dad told me you were feeling poorly these days so I asked him if I could come. I missed you”

“I saw you last month”

“Your point?” he snorted, stroking your belly. “Your bump is so big already. You’re six?”

“Seven in two weeks”

“So, I was thinking…” he rested his head next to yours, on your shoulder. “I don’t wanna pressure you so it’s just a suggestion, but I think seven it’s good for a baby shower”

You thought for a second,

“I wasn’t sure if I wanted to”

“Why not?”

“Mason” you groaned as if it were obvious. “I’m ugly, fat and annoying as fuck. I don’t want people to see me like this, to take pictures that will reach him and-”

You started to list, but soon you were crying again and Mason hugged you, trying to bring you comfort.

“Ok, calm down” he kissed your cheek. “I think I might have underestimated how you were feeling about yourself. Pookie, you’re not ugly. And you’re definitely not fat. You’re pregnant, and not annoying, I can assure you. You’re worried he’ll say something to you?

You took a deep breath and tried to answer him between your small sobs.

“I’m worried he will see I’m happy and come back. I don’t even feel like posting anything on Instagram because he’s been liking the last ones”

“He won’t come back” Mason kissed your head. “And I’ll be on his way if he ever tries to. You deserve a baby shower, uh? Baby girl deserves it too. We can just block him”

You turned to face him, red face wet with silent tears.

“I don’t want the internet to make a scene out of a block, it’ll affect me more than the block will affect him. But fine, I agree with the baby shower”

Mason brushed your tears, stroking your cheek and pulling you close.

“Good. My place then, in three weeks” he poked your cheek. “I’ll be free on Saturday and you can go to the game on Sunday”

You nodded.

“No posting about it on social media, though?” you pouted, smiling when he chuckled.

“As you wish, princess”

—

Two weeks later, you were shopping for your baby shower with Mason, coming to his house on a Monday to spend the week. Since you stepped in London, he wants to follow you everywhere, even forcing you to choose the day and hour that he can go.

“It’s just a baby shower, Mase”

“What do you mean by just? It’s her baby shower, gotta be perfect” he shrugged, putting more balloons in the cart. “Do you know how you’ll tell them it’s a girl?”

Since you found out on Mason’s birthday that you were having a girl, you haven’t shared the information with anyone else, wanting them to be surprised, and Mason has been thinking of a nice way to tell them.

You also announced your pregnancy on your Instagram, but you didn’t want to expose it too much. Mason’s and Walker’s followers know who you are, which means you have a lot of people checking your account and you want to protect your peace and your baby.

“I think the cake idea it’s nice, Mase” you smiled. “It’s how we found out but in a bigger proportion”

“I’ll order it then” he pulled his phone from his pocket.

You pushed the cart so you could be next to him.

“I can do it, Mase”

Mason looked at you, deadly serious and with an offended expression.

“Of course no! I’m just doing my duties as a d-uncle” he stuttered, making you giggle.

“What the hell is a duncle?” you teased. It’s so clear for you that Mason has been looking at your baby in the way he would look at his own, that he feels like it’s also his baby, and you’re happy about it. Happy to know your little girl will have someone who loves her like she is his own daughter.

You tried to get out of your head that this could be connected to the way he feels about you — and that this could be the signal that he feels a certain way.

“Look! A tiny football kit for decoration” he almost ran away from you, trying to hide his pinky cheeks and nose.

Rolling your eyes in an affectionate way, you followed him. Mason put the pink jersey kit on the cart, finally turning to you again.

“Should we bring a blue one too? For the suspense?”

You nodded, taking the kit in your hands and smiling at the pink shorts.

“Her first birthday could be football related” you blurted out, not thinking too much. Mason turned out to face you, and you could see his eyes shining.

“Do you think? I don’t want to… like… because of me…” he gestured, making you smile.

“I like football as well, silly. And I’m hoping she’ll like it too”

Mason raised an eyebrow at you, amused.

“So not because of me at all?”

“Of course it’s because of you” you rolled your eyes and Mason punched the air, celebrating.

“Chelsea related then?” he smirked, and even though you already knew the answer, you only shrugged.

“I’ll think about it”

—

For some reason, Friday started a bit challenging for you. You woke up feeling nauseous and anxious, choosing to stay in bed and at some point during your morning your mind dissociated.

You’re happy about your pregnancy, but you eventually thought about relaxing on a beach, drinking your favourite alcoholic drinks, without back pain, without feeling sick, eating everything you wanted.

Suddenly, your thoughts started to float. Your mind pictured big hands — Mason’s hands, holding your waist, caressing your thighs. You were in his lap, his wet lips kissing your neck whilst you were rocking against his hips.

He was about to touch you where you needed him when the real Mason knocked on your door, awakening you from your profane thoughts.

You let him in, and he brought you breakfast. It was cute, but you couldn’t help but greet him with a grumpy face. His interruption was enough to make you spend the rest of the day stressed and irritated.

When you told him you weren’t feeling well enough to leave the room, Mason grabbed you everything you could need, like a bottle of water and medicines, before leaving for training.

You honestly didn’t know if not having him around was for better or for worse. You wouldn’t survive with his smell engulfing you, and his gestures always drawing your attention to his hands.

But at the same time, you missed him. You always miss him when he leaves for training, but today it seemed different.

So you tried taking a cold shower, eating your favourite lunch, napping a bit. Anything that could help you distract yourself.

Nothing helped the way you felt.

Actually, things got worse when one of his teammates posted a short video where Mason shows up — shirtless, cocky, hot.

And of course Sarah would send tons of screenshots on your chat, making you FaceTime her to roll your eyes at her face properly.

The pair of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, talking about Mason’s house, Mason’s routine, how your friendship with Mason has been, if any of Mason’s friends visited his house while you’re there.

A lot of diversity of subjects.

When Mason was back, you were trying to rest. After a quick shower he joined you, laying in bed to talk to you about his day and ask about yours.

Eventually, he convinced you to have dinner and watch something with him in the living room, but your moody as couldn’t watch the movie without complaining about the characters' decisions every so often.

“Y/N, you had a complaint for every scene and have been grumpy all day. You sound like someone with abstinence, pookie” Mason giggled, making fun of you.

“Yeah, a sex one” you rolled your eyes. Your state was enough to irritate you, and you know Mason couldn’t help — he’d always make fun of any situation, but right now you didn’t need this.

Mason got silent for a few seconds before shrugging.

“It makes sense. I was reading and sex is good for mum and her baby” he continued, not actually realising you were close to explode if he kept going.

“Let’s not talk about it right now, Mase” you snorted, before his words kicked in. “Wait, you read about it?”

“Let’s not talk about it right now, Y/N” he awkwardly giggled, and you finally looked into his eyes.

It was an intense stare. Initially, Mason had a giddy face whilst trying to hold his smirk so he wouldn’t upset you even more, but the look he found on your face dried his mouth.

You were needy. Horny. Bewildered. And he could tell by the way you looked at him, with big and desperate eyes.

“Are you good?” he did his best to only show the part of him that was worried, but when your gaze dropped to his cock he knew it was over for him.

You quickly looked away with warm and red cheeks, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be alright” you shrugged. “Don’t worry”

“So” he gulped. “Do you want something to eat?”

After a second he thought that maybe it wasn’t the smartest choice of words due to the double meaning, but he waited for your answer.

“I think so. Do you?” you looked into his eyes again, and Mason felt all the blood in his body trying to decide if they should go to his cheeks or to his bulge.

He was sure it wasn’t the smartest choice of words, because all he could think about it’s that no restaurant in the world would have what he wanted.

“Uhm- fuck. I mean- yeah, I’m hungry too. Will order something for us” he stuttered, getting on his feet and pointing to the bathroom door. “I’ll be back in a minute”

Your confused face would’ve been funny if his awkward action hadn’t irritated you even more, for some reason.

When he closed the door, you stayed silent, frowning at his weird behaviour and oblivious to what was happening.

Leaning his back against the door, Mason closed his eyes and remembered the way your needy gaze looked at him. The way how, for a second, he could swear you wanted him to help you. To fill you, touch you, ease your desire.

He lowered his shorts, groping his bulge over the underwear fabric. Trying to be quiet, Mason slid his hand under his boxer, touching himself.

It was good. Thinking of you, your hand instead of his. Your mouth maybe. It was dirty too, imagining his beautiful best friend making him feel good. And he knows that.

Soon it proved to be impossible for him to stay absolutely quiet, groaning and whining when he felt closer to the edge.

Obviously, at some point you understood what he was doing and your thoughts from his birthday returned to your mind. So this is how he groans in other situations.

Although you should’ve wondered why, how and what this could imply for your friendship, you actually didn’t care, your mind only focusing on how you clenched around nothing.

By the time Mason left the bathroom, your panties were soaked and ruined. You saw him turning off the lights and shyly making your way to you.

“Use the other one if you need to” he told you. “This one’s lamp is failing. I’ll change it tomorrow”

You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded, not ready to let him know that you knew.

“Have you ordered?” you bite your smile, knowing damn well that dinner was the last thing crossing his mind in the last few minutes.

“What?”

“Our food” you kept your eyebrow raised, torn between feeling horny and finding the situation funny.

“Oh! Oh- about this, they’re all closed. I’ll make us something” he gave you an apologetic smile, heading to the kitchen and you followed him.

“Be sure you wash your hands” you said, feeling cheeky when he looked at you, now his turn to raise his eyebrow. “You just came from the bathroom, you know”

“Fine” he shook his head.

When you finished dinner, a simple but delicious home cooked pasta, Mason asked you if you wanted to cuddle, pouting when you said you were tired but following you to the guest room without complaining.

When you entered he didn’t bid you goodnight, closing the door behind him instead.

“You know what? My room is so boring” he shrugged, throwing himself at the bed.

It was the first and the only time you couldn’t totally relax next to him, your mind looking for answers and tracing possibilities.

—

Saturday was a funny day. A perfect one, actually. Sunny and warm, with one of the most delicious breezes you’ve ever felt.

Mason helped you choose between two dresses, and your family came earlier to help you organise things. Debbie and Tony also came earlier, and Sarah told you she was on her way.

You opted for a simple decoration, deciding to make something big for her 1st birthday instead.

A principal table with the white cake was settled in Mason’s backyard, white balloons mixed with pink and blue ones all over the place, and a wood painel where Mason suggested you could put the pink and blue football kits with the ball stickers he bought for your guests to try to guess the gender.

When everybody started to arrive, you couldn’t help but look for a particular person, sighing in relief when Sarah finally showed up.

“I need to talk to you” you whispered to her, quickly dragging your best friend inside.

“Wow, hi to you too. What’s happening? Are you ok? Baby’s fine?” she asked, worried while following you.

Your heart melted at her concern, the way Sarah is always thinking of her niece making you smile.

“Oh, talking about it… I think I felt them moving. So yeah, they’re alright. It’s about Mason actually”

“Wohooo, wait. You’ll have to tell me more about it. But for now, I got it. Mase. C'mon, I’m ready” Sarah nodded, focusing on you.

You covered your face with your hands, feeling your cheeks warm.

“God, I don’t know how to tell you this”

“I’m your best friend, just shoot”

You took a deep breath before blurting out.

“I think he touched himself thinking about me”

“Oh I’m sure he did at some point but– oh do you mean you heard it?”

“I think so?” you whined, telling her what happened just one day before. Sarah bursted into laughs, telling you how embarrassed he’d get to know you heard him.

You asked her not to tell him about it, but it’s Sarah and teasing him about his became the number one goal on her list. Then, obviously, Mason was the first person she found when you guided her to his backyard.

“So, Mase” Sarah called him. “Anything strange happened these days?”

“What do you mean?” he raised an eyebrow at her and gave you the cutest confused look, melting your heart with the way he looked at you for an answer.

“Oh nothing. By the way, this bathroom is clean right?” she did it again, and Mason looked even more confused.

“Why wouldn’t it?” he frowned, taking a sip of his water.

“I don’t know… I’ve heard you’re a naughty boy when Y/N is around” Sarah tapped his shoulder. “Anyways, Y/N is a bit needy these days. You should help her anytime”

Mason choked with the water, his eyes widening while you walked to him, trying to help. Your dad, who heard the conversation, laughed and tapped Mason’s back, which only seemed to make things worse.

Once you were sure he wasn’t choked up anymore, you scolded Sarah just with your look.

When your dad called you, you left them, telling Mase you’d be right back.

“Jesus Sarah, can you watch what you say near Y/N’s dad? C’mon, you’re not helping me” he whispered, making Sarah cross her arms.

“I’m helping you, to stop being a wuss and tell her how you feel”

“I can’t right now” Mason shook his head, avoiding her gaze and looking at you and your dad instead. When you looked back, he looked away with red cheeks.

“Don’t make her wait so long”

“What do you mean? She’s waiting? What exactly has she been waiting for?” he started to bomb her with questions, but Sarah only shrugged, waving to you.

“I think it’s time to cut his cake, Y/N” she screamed a plea, leaving Mason alone and walking to you.

You smiled, feeling shy that her and Mason caught you when you looked at them over your shoulder.

“Don’t forget what I told you” your dad squeezed your hands, reminding you the reason why you looked at Mason.

“Dad, I don’t think you’re seeing this as it is” you sighed. “Mason has been my best friend for ages”

“Let him in” he tapped your cheek. “And he will be more than that”

You stared at him for a few seconds, and then smiled. You’d love to follow his advice, but it’s not that simple.

“Let’s go dad” you rolled your eyes in an affectionate way. “It’s time for you to know if you’re having a grandson or granddaughter”

Minutes later, everybody was extremely happy when you showed them the cake slice with pink filling, clapping and talking about having another little girl in the family.

You served cake for everybody,receiving hugs and congratulations, and Sarah took another thousand pictures, making you smile even though you were starting to feel tired.

When everybody was distracted in their own bubble again, some of them already leaving, Mason approached you.

You were saying goodbye to your favourite aunt and she tapped Mason’s shoulder telling you he was a good one — and that you couldn’t let him slip, making you feel so embarrassed.

But Mason didn’t seem to notice how your cheeks were burning, too focused on his own embarrassment, and you could see how shy and nervous he was.

“Y/N-” he started, playing with his fingers. You hadn’t had a chance to talk since Sarah teased him, and you just know what he’s talking about.

“We’ll talk about it later, it’s ok” you smiled. “I’m sorry I told her. I’m sorry I heard you, actually”

“C’mere, pookie” Mason opened his arms, patiently waiting for you to wrap your hands around his waist. “It’s just me and you. I know I don’t need to be ashamed when it comes to you”

“You don’t” you smiled, laying your head on his shoulder. “You don’t need to explain, you know? It’s natural, biological. It’s ok”

Mason shook his head, thinking that your baby shower isn’t the best moment to tell you that yesterday he was turned on by you not because it’s biological to be horny around women, but because it was you.

Deciding to save this conversation with you for another time, he poked your sides.

“What about popping some balloons with Mase? Like we used to do”

“You were never able to pop more balloons than me, by the way” you giggled, laughing louder when he instantly pushed you away and started to pop them.

Following him, you made a mental note to thank Mason for today when it was just the two of you again. But for now, you just popped balloons with your other half, screaming every time they sounded particularly louder.

“They are a cute couple” your dad shrugged to your mom whilst observing you and Mason giggling together, and sighed. “And they’re the only ones who just don’t know it yet”

next chapter ->

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little cleric

masterlist

shadowheart x reader

blood and injury, hurt/comfort, minor angst, a little kiss

a/n: based on this request - no use of 'y/n' or 'tav', though i am inclined to use tav in the future unless you'd prefer different (let me know bc idk what to use)

wc: 1.1k

The stinging pain of metal sliced through your skin, leaving its mark on your sleeve and its painful etching of blood in the muscle of your upper arm. 

Shadowheart watched as though time had slowed beneath a wretched coating of molasses as the arrow flew near her; she was lucky to escape its assault, but you hadn't the same favour.

The final blow was enough to knock you down. You were at her feet with a wail of pain, and she hated how she couldn't do anything to aid you. The battle was almost won, and all she hoped was that her body positioned in front of yours would serve as well as possible as a shield.

The claws of Shar had rid her of this ache - until you, it was foreign - but her stomach pulled each time a whimper of exhausted pain fell from your lips. Each time she checked on your tired body, blood-stained and gasping for breath, she felt her heart lurch. With such a sight, she almost wished you had not been that shine of light within the darkened shroud of her goddess - or that she hadn’t embarked on this journey at all. Though, she could never claim - even to herself - that she would rather rid herself of her time with you than bear her own suffering in witnessing yours. 

In learning of love, Shadowheart has also learned of the bittersweet moments that accompany it. Your pain is hers, and she’s learning to brace its weight. 

When the final foe had fallen, she didn’t waste a second; the cleric was crouched at your side with her arms hoisting your aching body to its feet. You leaned against her, and she could hear each shaking breath; she could feel the rapid thrum of your heart beneath her palm.

“Here,” she murmured, lifting a vial to your chapped lips. The crimson solution soothed you with minimal reprieve, but after such a tiresome battle, you all needed rest. Your lover was counting down the seconds until she had the strength to adequately heal you. 

The journey back to camp wasn’t much of a trek, so, with a slowed pace and your companions letting you take your time, you soon made your way back—not without a fretting girlfriend by your side, however.

“I can’t help but blame myself for your injury,” she frowned. Her eyes stayed trained on her feet, and you could see the furrow in her brows when you glanced her way. 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you returned. “I often find myself in precarious situations,” you added with a smile, hoping to appease her when she looked at you. You didn’t miss the cloud of guilt pass over her when she eyed the bruise beginning its appearance on your cheek.

“I know,” she smiled. “Though, I’d prefer it if you got yourself into fewer spots of bother.”

“Well, I do have a little cleric at my beck and call,” you teased, huffing at the shoulder she bumped into yours. 

“This ‘little cleric’ may have to retire if you’re going to be injured so much,” she returned. “Think of it as a protest.”

“Loyal servants are hard to come by, I suppose,” you replied with a dramatised sigh just to hear her laugh. 

“I’ll stay with you for now, I suppose,” she answered with a matching tone. “I have come to enjoy your company, afterall.” 

“I’m glad.”

“So am I.” Her words were coated in sincerity, and her hand on your waist guided you in the direction of the stool beside her bedroll; you allowed her to aid your steps and felt the relief of finally being able to take a seat.

It was a comfortable quiet as she knelt at your feet, finding out the herbal ointment Jaheira supplied her with for when you get into your inevitable scrapes. 

“Here, take this off,” she instructed, pulling at the hem of your clothing whilst she grabbed a wooden bowl of water. 

“There are easier ways to get me naked, you know?” you mumbled, though you did as she said lest you be berated into complying. 

“Oh, I know,” she smirked, dipping a bundle of cloth into the lukewarm water. 

Her soft hand greeted your arm with a gentle touch, nudging you to position yourself in a way that would allow ample access to the wound. A mere potion of healing had done little to aid the gaping mark carved into your skin, you hissed through your teeth when she began to wipe it clean. 

“I can’t say I enjoy seeing you like this,” she whispered. “Especially when it was caused by a weapon meant for me.”

She spoke to distract you - to distract herself, even. And, considering her affliction to vulnerability, you are always eager to listen. So you left room for her to continue. 

“Under the influence of Shar, I was rid of this guilt. Another’s vulnerable state was merely a liability, and though I would tend to an ally, I would never feel their discomfort as my own,” her voice was small and even the ache of the makeshift bandaging being wrapped around your arm was soothed by her words. 

“It’s a tricky thing to swallow—taking each of your blows as though they were my own. But I can’t say that I would trade it for anything else in this mess of a world we find ourselves in.”

“You wouldn’t?”

“Of course not,” she quickly responded with a vehement shake of her head. “It’s new to me, and I’d be lying if I claimed it to be anything other than daunting, but I’m enjoying the change.”

You admired the light hair she’d opted for and the smile that had stayed the same throughout your time together. 

“I’d like to keep sharing your pain if you’ll let me,” Shadowheart murmured, guiding your face with a gentle hold to wipe the blood and grime from your skin. 

“Only if you’ll share yours, too,” you replied, your lips ghosting the pad of her thumb as she cupped your cheek in her hand. 

“I wouldn’t dare deprive you of such a thing,” she grinned. 

“Have I been brave enough to earn a kiss?” you smirked, ending with a pout and a nod towards your tended injury. 

“I suppose so, lover.”

Her hand brought your face to hers, lips tentative so as not to disturb any marks of unease; her tongue swiped over your bottom lip, stealing your breath and your heart in one fell swoop. She pulled away much sooner than you’d have preferred, but you could still see the semblance of blame she cursed herself with. 

She pushed herself away until she was beneath the purple, cushioned, comfort of her tent with enough space next to her to house your body. 

“Come here,” she said, patting the place beside her, opening her arms for you to fall into as soon as you approached. 

In the warmth of one another’s embrace, it was easy to fall beneath the impended sleep. Your eyes grew heavy, and her breathing evened—you felt her heart slow with the knowledge of your safety. 

“Goodnight, love,” she murmured against the top of your head. 

“Goodnight, ‘Heart.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 42

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: Almost lost this chapter bc my computer went nuts.

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You hit delete chat in the conversation settings. You leave it just as blank as before and close out the app. Just like Dr. Kemp said to. He can’t be there right away but he has a better plan. You’re not good at those anyway.

All you have to do now is wait out Andy. He’ll be going to work come morning and you’ll be alone. Then you can take your things, the things that are really yours, and leave. Finally. You realise that’s exactly what you’ve been longing for. A way out.

The hard part is still ahead of you. Freedom is still just out of reach. You have to pretend that everything’s fine but you’re realising, you’ve been doing that for a while.

You shake off your nerves and roll the tears back behind your eyes. You can cry later. Even as your cheeks strain and your nose tingles, you resist. Not yet, not yet.

You finish tidying up the tablet, trying to leave it as you found it. With not much else than your drawings. You close the cover and bring it with you as you turn off the lights and head upstairs. You sop up the mess in the bathroom and leave it dark. 

You hesitate to approach the bedroom. You hear Andy’s snores, low and steady. Your skin crawls. You enter and put the tablet on the small side table where you charge it. You hang the damp robe and face the bed.

For the first time in your life, you want to hurt someone. You’re not afraid of being the one hurt. You really want to hit him and kick him and just let out your fury on him. You can’t and you won’t. You’re not who he told you you are. And you’re not strong enough for that. You’re still too small, too weak.

So you near the bed and climb under the covers. You move slowly as you pull the duvet to your chin. He snorts, making you wince, and sidles up behind you as he wraps his arm around you. You go rigid but fight through the ice that threatens to encase you. He can’t know, he can’t know.

“Mmm, where were you?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Had a bath,” you squeak, putting your hand over his. You want to rip him away but instead, you squeeze, holding him tighter. “Sorry.”

“Nmph,” he grumbles and nuzzles your crown, just as quickly drifting back into his rhythmic snores.

You exhale little by little. You close your eyes but just as quickly open again. You know you won’t sleep. You can’t. Not with him as good as on top of you. Not knowing what awaits you in the morning. But mostly, not with that needling guilt in the nape of your neck.

Amber.

You betrayed your own sister. You treated her like a villain. You demonised her. You ostracised her. You left her!

You don’t know if she can ever forgive you. You can’t blame her for that. Worse, you don’t think you’d let her forgive you. You don’t deserve it.

You feel brittle as you bite down on your cheeks. No crying, not yet, you remind yourself. For once, you have to do things right. You have to follow through. It’s up to you now.

🕊️

“I didn’t know you could make crepes,” Andy smiles as he cuts into the roll, compote fruit and syrup oozing out.

You do your best to mirror him, making a show of nibbling away at your own food.

“I found a recipe,” you tap your tablet, not far from you.

“That’s great. You’re… doing better.”

“I’m trying,” you assure him, “I hope it doesn’t make you late for work.”

“Hm? Oh, no, breakfast with you is worth it,” he pops a bit into his mouth and hums. You regret not spitting in it, repulsed by the thought when it came to you, but now, not so much.

He can sit there and lie to you. It makes it easier for you to do the same. He’s been lying this entire time. Making you feel like you’re a problem. A burden. No, you were a thing to be used. To be exploited. He never liked you, the girl he calls dove, he only liked what he could get out of you. And he got off on it.

He took Amber from you. He did that. Yes, you’re stupid for falling for it but he knew what he was doing. He lied to you. And you know exactly how he did it. 

He took all that therapy and twisted it around on you. You wonder why he even bothers with Dr. Kemp when he’s not trying to change. More than the narcissist he branded your sister, he’s a psychopath. You found that on the internet too.

Bitter, angry, hateful. You’ve never felt this way before. You’ve never truly loathed anyone. Not even your grandfather. His fists were nothing compared to Andy’s emotional battering.

“Well, don’t let it get too cold. They get gummy,” you force a smile, only fed by the thought of what comes after. Of what you’re going to do when he leaves.

Run.

🕊️

When Andy leaves, you’re in the kitchen tidying up. You left all the dishes in a stack to make a convincing show for him. You’ll be busy all day scouring the skillet and the fruit stuck to the inside of the pot, along with your plates and the cutlery. Oh and the mess you made of the counters.

The door closes but you don’t break your charade right away. You give it ten minutes. Fifteen, just to be sure. Then you tiptoe down the hall and look out the window. The tire tracks are already snowed over. 

You don’t hesitate. You’ve never been more certain of anything in your life. This is your chance. You spin and race upstairs. 

You search the closet and the dresser, everywhere for the bag you brought there. It’s gone. Along with all the clothes from your old life. All that was you. Andy took them along with everything else.

Whatever. You grab a few pieces of the more practical slant; turtlenecks, some leggings, a pair of jeans. Socks and underwear. You work quickly, with intent. Just enough to get out, not a lot. Not too much. As little as you can. You don’t want to keep too much that will remind you of this place.

You rush back downstairs after you change. You grab your tablet and message Dr. Kemp, the chat log still blank. You delete each message once he responds. You can’t be too careful.

‘He’s gone. When can you get here?’

His reply isn’t long; ‘ten minutes, been waiting a block away.’

‘I’ll be outside.’

You close the cover of the tablet and stare at it. You hover it over the countertop but stop yourself. No, you earned this. It’s yours. Andy never did pay you for the painting. Not in full.

You hug the tablet and go to retrieve the bag you found in the front closet. A tote bag with faded floral print. You don’t wonder where it came from. You don’t want to think too hard about him or this place. They’ll soon be long gone.

You pull on your boots and your coat. That’s all he’s left you of your former existence. You don’t suspect you would have them for much longer if you stay. You shudder and grip the fabric handles of the bag.

You open the front door and step out into the drift. The snow floats down in fluffy flakes. As you step off the porch, it collects on your lashes. You make slow progress, lifting your knees high as the unshoveled walk makes each step a task. As you come up to the curb, a distant rumble comes from down the avenue.

You shield your eyes against the steady snowfall and squint. You think it’s Dr. Kemp. You’re not sure. When you saw his car, it was dark and you were more focused on other things.

He rolls down the snow-carpeted road cautiously and pulls in the next driveway before turning around and coming up along the curb. He grins at you through the passenger window and the doors unlock with a loud thunk. You grab the handle and pull.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

“Thanks, doctor, I… thank you. I…”

“You sounded scared, how could I say no?”

You nod and look over your shoulder at the house.

“Let me deal with Andy when the time comes,” he insists, “come on, it’s hell out here. Get in.”

You nod and haul your bag onto the floor ahead of you and put the tablet on top. You stop yourself before you release the device. You look at Dr. Kemp. He stares.

“You alright?” He asks.

“I forgot something,” you say as you let go of the tablet. “I’ll be right back.”

“Oh?”

“I’ll be two minutes,” you hold up as many fingers, “promise.”

“I trust you, sweetheart,” he assures with a smile, “I’ll be here.”

You take and breath and close the passenger door gently. You whip around and stumble back up the walk, stepping into the holes you left on your way out. You burst inside, not carrying for the melting snow you leave in your stead or the undone dishes, or anything about this place. There’s only one last thing that needs to be done.

You take the stairs two at a time as you complete your final chore. You barrel back down and don’t bother with a final goodbye as you head back out. For once, you feel accomplished. Like you’ve done something and you don’t give a heck what Andy feels.

You don’t look back, you just keep going. You falter but not from doubt, only the snow. You get back to the car and rip the door open, climbing in with a heave. You fall into the seat as you snap the door shut. You lean your head back and sigh.

“I’m ready to go now,” you say.

“Great,” he shifts into gear, “put your seat belt on, sweetheart, the roads are awful.”

You do as he says as you catch your breath. Your skin is buzzing from more than just the cold. You fold your hands as you try to settle your nerves. 

“Good girl,” Dr. Kemp praises, “we’ll be home soon.”

🕊️

It’s real once you walk through the front door. You look around at the home decor and nearly fall apart. The stringent, almost sterile walls of Andy’s house haunt you. It’s only then, with something to compare them to, that you realise how much you dreaded them. How much you despised them.

You look around and take in every inch. The brown leather bench beside the door, a tall coat rack on the other side of the entryway, a mat for your snow laden boots, and a runner rug with the honey coloured curlicues on a deeper shade of brown. There’s a faint smell of cedar in the air.

“Ann made up the guest room for you,” he says, “and the kids are at school so they shouldn’t be a bother.”

You stop short, your hands on the collar of your coat. You look at him, dull with shock. Your cheeks tremble as you gulp.

“Ann… your…”

“My wife, yeah,” he says coolly, “she’s excited to meet you.”

“She is?” You blink, “I uh…” your eyes flit all around, “I’m so sorry, this isn’t–”

“It’s fine,” he intones, “really. She understands how vulnerable some of them a safe space.”

It’s like a slap in the face. You don’t know what you expected or why you expected it. He’s your doctor, you’re his patient, a crazy person. How did you forget that?

You glance down at his hand, his left hand. There’s a gold ring on his finger. It wasn’t there before. Not in your sessions, not at Thanksgiving. Never. Why wasn’t he with his family during the holidays?

“I thought I heard the door,” a woman appears from the other end of the hall, “oh, this must be her.”

You bat your lashes, fighting to hold yourself together. Don’t cry yet. 

“Uh, hi,” you squeak as she struts down the hall.

“Hello, hon,” the tall blonde pulls you into a hug as you cower.

“Ann,” Kemp clears his throat.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I forget–” she lets you go, “I didn’t scare you, did I?”

You only shake your head. Your eyes are dry and itchy. You can only look back at her before slowly glancing at Steve. Your cheeks twinge and your lips pinch. He never told you about her. Why would he?

You feel like your chest is empty. There’s an icy whirlwind inside of you, flowing through you, sending a shiver up your spine. This is the worst thing you've ever felt. What is it?

“Ann,” Kemp says, “she's had a long night.”

“Oh, of course, you take her up to the guest room,” she backs off, “you take your time, hon, do whatever you need to do.”

You nod and mouth a thank you, unable to get any noise out. She goes back the way she came and you turn, focusing on undoing your coat. What have you done?

“I guess I should've warned you, huh? What with your… issues,” he rubs the back of his neck. “Just let me know if it gets too crowded around here.”

“Okay,” you croak.

You bend to wiggle free of your boots. You don't know what to do. You just want to be alone.

He leads you through the house. Into a cozy front room and to a staircase curled up to the second floor. You follow behind him, the tote bag dangling from your grasp.

He opens a door as he faces you. You try to hide your emotions but you can barely keep from frowning. He rests his hand on the door frame.

“This is you. I'm down at the very end,” he points over his shoulder, “if you need anything…”

“I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? For…”

“Coming here.”

“Sweetheart, I wouldn't say yes if it was a problem,” he coos as he reaches to caress your shoulder, “I wouldn't be a very good doctor if I don't make sure my patients are safe, huh?”

“I guess not,” you murmur.

“Look, you just get yourself situated. Try to relax. I know a lot's happened but you're strong. You can do this,” he leans in, “I believe in you.”

He kisses your forehead and you wince. His hand goes to your chin as he pulls away. You stare up at him.

“I meant it when I said you're special,” he hums.

“I…” you turn your head away from him, slipping free, “I need to lay down.”

“Sure,” he smirks and drops his hand, “I'll check in when I can.”

You turn into the bedroom, slouching through as you sense him behind you. You feel him watching, as if waiting for something. You refuse to look back.

“Just relax, sweetheart,” he purrs, “you're exactly where you need to be.”

The door shuts and you gasp as the bag falls from your hand. What does he mean?

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #don't speak #steve kemp #fresh #au #library au #series #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #defending jacob

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Can I get Twilight Princess Link, Zuko, Tenya, Bachira, Goro, and Dazai with a hypermobile fem s/o with knee problems? I hope this is fine.

Hypermobility Update: The number of dislocations is now like 5, I have to wear a knee brace every day bc that’s what the orthopedist said (I wear my knee sleeve under it to make things easier), I have certain physical therapy exercises to do to make my knees stronger, and the aforementioned knee sleeve is now a shower essential.

Hypermobile S/o with knee problems HCs (TP Link, Zuko, Tenya Iida, Meguru Bachira, Goro Akechi, Osamu Dazai)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿!! 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Twilight Princess Link

You grew up together so you know he knows all about your knee problems

And He was there for every little bump and fall and incident

Naturally, he goes out of his way to prevent every little bump and fall and incident

From grabbing your hand and helping you cross rocky paths as slowly as possible to straight up picking you up and carrying you himself if he doesn’t like your odds

And as he grew up, he learned what exactly he needs to do to make you comfortable as soon as sometime happens to you

He’s not a doctor or a healer so he knows he can’t take the pain away

But he’s always ready with something to set your knee or a favorite snack for you to focus on if the pain gets too much

As much as he wants to protect you though, he knows better than to stop you from doing anything you want, it’s just not fair to you (Read: he’s whipped)

But if you ever feel like you’re being watched like a hawk while doing something you’re probably not supposed to…

…just know that Link is somewhere nearby

Zuko

Zuko really didn’t understand, at least at first

As a firebender, he’s been training his body all this life

Plus everyone who’s his age and comes from a noble family lives a more than physical life so hearing you say that you always had to be really careful when you played with him was weird

So it took you dislocating your knee in front of him when the two of you were younger for fully understand the risks you face when you’re not careful

He felt helpless watching all the adults care and tend to you while he didn’t know what to do as just a young little prince

After that, he was a little more considerate of your hypermobility

As considerate as a boy as brash and blunt as he is can be LMAO

But he’s quick to stop you from doing anything he deems dangerous 

And he’s even quicker to grab your hand or have you hold onto his arm if he’s worried something will happen

You’ve shown him time and time again that you’re not weak and that you can handle yourself, but can you blame a prince for not wanting his future queen to get hurt WHAHA <3

Tenya Iida

You’re the daughter of a family friend, so you’ve been close to Tenya all your life

So it was pretty much a given that the two of you would start dating eventually

You both were good for each other!

You helped Tenya not seem so much like a robot when socializing with his peers

And he’s always prepared to help you take care of your knees and any other hypermobility issues that come up

It helps when your boyfriend and his family have a quirk that focuses on the legs so much

But like the gentleman he is, he’ll help you put on your knee sleeve and knee brace if you’ve taken it off 

And he’s more than willing to do your physical therapy exercises with you too <3

Since he’s a worrywart, don’t expect him to be too okay with the idea of doing anything that can get you hurt in front of him

But give him the puppy dog eyes for long enough and he’ll maybe bend the rules just a little bit for you hehe

Meguru Bachira

You’re one of the managers of his high school team!

But because of your knee troubles, you’ve never been able to play much so you’re stuck on books and supporting the players as best you can

Naturally, Bachira gravitated to you because you’re such a little sweetheart <3 and you gravitated to him because how could you not? He’s adorable!!!

But he really, really, really, really wanted to play soccer with you

For the longest time, you kept saying no for a number of reasons but his enthusiasm got to you and one day after practice, you finally said yes!

Of course, you ended up dislocating your knee within 5 minutes of playing with him and Bachira freaked the hell out!!!!!\

Near tears, shouting, flailing arms, even asking the monster what he should do

All his panicking luckily caught the attention of a sports trainer, and you were able to get the help you needed…with a guilt-ridden Bachira by your side until the very end

But don’t worry- you know homeboy is going to apologize like crazy while piling every single gift he could find into your hands because he’s so so sorry and you’re so so sweet to him

In fact, it’s almost as if he was hurt more by you dislocating your knee than you were HAHA

Goro Akechi

He only heard of your hypermobility issues when he saw you wearing a knee brace one day with a pained expression on your face

Naturally, he was more than ready to take names and kick asses at the thought of someone hurting you

He even thought that this happened because of a run-in with a rabid fan

So of course it came as a surprise that you’re hypermobile and you hadn’t told him yet

And he was a little frustrated that you didn’t tell him at first

But then he got a little understanding when you pointed out that you didn’t want to bother him since he usually has so much on his plate

ANYWAYS PREPARE FOR OVERLY DOTING GORO

This man is going to be on every single medical website, google forums, asking his personal trainer, the whole entire nine yards

Got any pain? He’s looking up what medication for you to take. Had a fall? He’s the one calling the ambulance for you (even if you’re back up on your feet within seconds)

He might not have known anything about hypermobility before, but he sure as hell knows just about everything now

Osamu Dazai

Asshole to the world…….

…sweetheart to his girl <3

No seriously, you work with him and the rest of the Armed Detective Agency

And he’s more than happy coming into work every day and seeing you sitting at your desk already (because you actually get to work on time) filling out paperwork (because of a mess he made)

But the second the fighting starts, he’s immediately trying to find the fastest way to get you out of the crossfire

Of course, that doesn’t always happen so easily- sometimes you have to run alongside him as you’re both ducking and dodging for cover

But the moment you two have some peace, he’s immediately checking in on you

I’m talking about dropping to his knees in front of you in some dingey alleyway, checking your brace himself talking about “How’s your knee?? Are you hurt”

And whatever you say? Doesn’t matter. If he’s hurt and bleeding out? Doesn’t matter. If he has a 5-mile run to get you to safety? Doesn’t matter

You know Mr. I-Wanna-Die-So-Bad will be picking you up in a heartbeat and running as far as he needs to if it means getting you out of danger <3

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[ifyoucandaniel]

Ok but does anyone know of any time turner fics where Remus or Mary goes back in time over and over trying to change the fates of their friends and save everyone?

Like the first time they go back they don’t really know where it all went wrong and they kind of just relive the whole thing with a growing sense of horror and deja vu and just watch history repeat it’s self unable to save anyone.

The next time they go back, they succeed in saving maybe like James and Lily, but then somehow Sirius instead gets blamed for the McKinnons or smth and then everything falls apart and they have to go back again

The next time they go back they’re determined to save everyone and do it right this time. All the rest of the marauders can tell they’re acting strange but at this point Remus/Mary doesn’t care bc they’d rather their friends think they’re fucking insane as long as their alive. But instead, when the war comes this suspension develops into them being accused of being the spy and this time everything falls apart again

The next time, they’re ready. They know who to save, they know who is going to do what and when, they’re ready. Except they’re not. They save the McKinnon’s, they save the longbottoms, they stop Peter and save the potters, and somehow still everything falls apart. They might have saved them from their original fate, but in the end they all die and suffer worse fates.

The next time they feel helpless. They don’t know what they’re doing wrong and they don’t know how to fix it and save anyone much less everyone and they think about giving up, accepting the fact that maybe this is just the way they’re doomed to be. But then, somehow they go to the cave and find out what regulus did and decide to try going back even further and save him too since they can’t really get any worse.

When they go back this time, they go back to 1979 and they somehow save regulus (they pull him from the water or they convince him to let them come, or they just fucking go in anyways). And after so many failed attempts they’re honestly feeling like there’s nowhere to go but up since they’re already at rock bottom, so they tell regulus what’s going on. Since Remus/Mary have been doing this alone the entire time, unable to tell anyone for fear of what it could do, they’ve been trying to save everyone as just one person. But this time they don’t see any point in not telling him. If they fuck up the timeline or time itself, what does it matter? They’re friends are all going to die anyways.

So at first regulus doesn’t believe them. He doesn’t buy it, but after extensive proof he finally believes them. Then they tell him what’s going to happen and what they’re trying to prevent. At first he’s rly not interested in jointing them or helping since he’s already kind of booked trying to destroy the horcruxes, but eventually Remus or Mary gets him to join them.

Now that they’re not alone, and with the added bonus that they have a death eater AND now know about the horcruxes, they set out to change their fates. This time they start fixing the timeline together, but at some point things go wonky and regulus dies and everything falls apart, but Remus/Mary don’t give up. They know what to do this time. They know they need regulus. This time things go differently. They save regulus first and it’s easier to convince him since they know him now. This time history doesn’t repeat itself and this time their friends don’t die and this time they win. They’re able to stop everything from falling apart and this time regulus is there the whole time.

Also as much as I love love love my babies jily, if Mary went back in time to save the love of her life Lily and she had to watch her fall in love with James over and over and die every time and hold her lifeless body over and over as Harry cries from his crib??? And if the last time she goes back and she saves regulus, things are different this time. Lily looks at her different, and she is different, watching her friends die has changed her, but Lily is looking at her like she’s something so rare and beautiful. This time James and Lily don’t get married or have Harry, this time Harry isn’t Voldemort’s enemy, this time they protect frank and Alice and Neville. The potters don’t die, Mary saves Lily and they all fall in love and live happily ever after

Also if that were the case jegulus would make sense. Mary saves regulus and when he comes back from the cave he’s different. James notices. Lily’s eyes are on Mary, but James can’t take his off regulus. He’s got this air of fate around him, like he knows what’s going to happen and he’s decided he doesn’t care because he can change his fate just by sheer willpower. He’s no longer helpless and weak, he’s fighting back.

Just thinking about this <3 featuring spy regulus being morally gray and Sirius not going to Azkaban and they all grow old and live happily ever after <333

#anyone have fic recs like this :’) #i am in desperate need of Remus going back in time to save his friends and then saving reg and becoming best friends #if someone writes this I will kiss you on the face #regulus helping save everyone and double crossing Voldemort is soooo good to me #anyways this was a ramble that got away from me #marauders #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #regulus black #james potter #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #dorcas meadowes #mary mcdonald #peter petigrew #marylily #the marauders #jegulus #jily #au #marauders au #fic ideas

[ramblingdisaster73]

hi! i'm curious - what are your thoughts on some ppl (maybe mostly in the minority?) have made comparisons of the carlos & iris rescue scene in 4x03 being parallel to that of tk/carlos in the iconic Push, and how they've said it kind of undermines the emotional weight in Push?

personally, i'm trying not to put too much weight on it, bc i think it's probably not as deep as they're making it out to be, and it makes logical sense for carlos to tell her to breathe as she was near hyperventilating at the time (if my memory serves me well, i'm not planning to rewatch it so pls do correct me if im wrong) – but the more cynical part of me can see where they're coming from as well (e.g. with the framing), and it's starting to get to me a little

my heart really does hurt for tk in that moment tho :( it certainly didn't help that carlos was being a jerk during that scene - this will def always be a skip for me. there's angst and then there's being a jerk for no reason bc he's what, mad? i can't imagine what/how tk must be feeling at the time

also, idk. there's not much to work with here, a part of me wondered (if it was intentional) if carlos was that spiteful enough to purposely do all of that to get a reaction out of tk (i doubt this. it's fucked up, but it's whatever, he's already walking a tightrope between being petty and also being an a*hole. i honestly wouldn't be surprised if the writers are trying to play this up for dramatic purposes), or if they'd just wanted to be sprinkle in the additional ✨ angst ✨ to get a reaction out of the audience instead, if it was completely unintentional, or it really isn't as deep as that.

ig we'll never know atp, but i thought i could come to u and see what you think! i'm really liking the discussions we've all had in between the eps haha, i hope that's okay!

This got a bit longer than I intended.

The “Breathe, breathe” scene in Push was a huge moment for them (& us) after their breakup – but I don’t really think the writers intended to have Carlos tell Iris the same thing to cheapen the scene in Push.

I totally get the people who had that gut reaction of “what the fuck, why would they have him say that like that?” and feel like it took away from the Tarlos scene – I do. The first time I watched the ep (I have had it on repeat pretty much anytime I am home alone while I am writing.),

I had a similar thought process – when I watched it again the 2nd time though, it made more sense to me narratively & like you said she was hyperventilating & in a decent amount of distress – telling her to breathe was pretty much the only thing he could say here. Saying something like “calm down” doesn’t always help when you are not in a position to think clearly – simple direction is much easier to follow (I say this as someone who has frequent panic attacks & telling me to calm down is not at all helpful) so, if someone was telling me to breathe – I would be able to follow that direction – telling me to calm down would only make me panic more – because I have to think about HOW to calm down.

I really do think that they are making Carlos’ less than perfect sides more obvious this season, that is why what we saw last year as a little bit of pettiness (3x13) now feels almost cruel at times. I understand why there are fans that just can’t get into this storyline – why they are struggling so much.

I have said since at least last season, the writers did a real disservice to Carlos by making his appear so perfect on the surface for so long. By finding ways to put the blame for any issues between them on TK, or just glossing over his need to keep everything in boxes & his control issues – made it so some fans didn’t need to look deeper at the character – they saw this absolutely gorgeous man, saw the ways he supported TK – thought he was the perfect boyfriend/fiancé, the cop with a good heart.

Now, all of a sudden, they are being confronted with the fact that Carlos has a past, one that some just can’t fathom. They are being forced to acknowledge that Officer Reyes is not perfect and they really don’t know how to handle it.

If we had any in canon hints (other than deleted scenes we won’t ever see) of the actual closeness of Iris & Carlos – some of the people that are struggling with this arc – may have been able to believe that this person was so important to Carlos (NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN TK, BUT STILL IMPORTANT), but – we didn’t. So now, they have to build that now – and Rafa & Lyndsy are doing a fantastic job of showing a real emotional (platonic) relationship.  

The writers had to do something that would SHOW us their closeness – not just tell us, like some of the other parts of the storyline – and this was actually (imo) a beautiful way to do it. I don’t really think it was to be petty or dickish to TK, just to show us the emotional connection the characters share. The fact that Rafa & Lyndsy have pretty great chemistry helps this as well.

Carlos was definitely walking the very fine line between petty & dickish, but I think the writers need him to do that for this part – the 3rd act. In a lot of media – the 3rd act is the hard part – either emotionally or mentally – they needed to set up the angst and tension for when Carlos got shoveled to kick off the 4th act.

Would we lose our shit if Carlos went missing while things were perfect for Carlos & TK? absolutely – we love them. BUT – to have it happen when things aren’t as stable, when they are both too much in their feelings/heads to see clearly – that is where the real pay off comes from.

We know that Carlos & TK love each other deeply, we understand why TK went to talk to Iris, we know that it didn’t trigger anything for her. Carlos – doesn’t right now. He is a man that thinks rationally (because he tosses his problems in a box & throws away the key) – but right now rational thought isn’t something he is capable of.

The man had like 15 seconds of not being noticeably stressed the fuck out on screen before that “dream” venue called him – he has been riding on pure emotion and avoidance ever since.

It is easier to lash out (or treat not so great) the people that you KNOW love you. You know that they will be there when you realize what you did/said. We all do it in little ways all the time, (we have a bad day at work, then go home – and every little thing builds up until you blow up – typically not at the people/thing that originally caused your irritation). In this case – I think that Carlos blames himself for all of it – and he can’t shove it in a box – he has to face it, especially in this 4th act.

Carlos KNOWS that TK loves him. But this man is TERRIFIED of his actions hurting Iris, that he seems as though he is ignoring TK, or at least dismissing him. I go back and forth between thinking that Carlos was more defensive to TK in the bunkroom than trying to explain it – but that is an emotional response from me. When I take my emotions out – I can see the way his anxiety is tearing him apart, he is scared to hurting TK, of TK leaving – not because of something TK did – but because Carlos hurt him emotionally. He is scared of jeopardizing Iris’ health and wellbeing.

He also can’t see that these two people, the ones he loves most (in very different ways), are stronger than he can see – especially in this particular situation.

*We have NEVER seen Carlos be the one to fall apart. He is used to being the one putting the pieces back together, for the most part – keeping a clearer head, & connecting the dots. Right now – he isn’t able to do that – but he also won’t let TK or Iris really help him – which leads to the shoveling.

I know that Tim and Ronen keep hyping up Rafa’s acting in 4x04 – but I am also really looking forward to Ronen’s as well. Both of these men have been doing such an amazing job of making us feel all these annoying feelings.

I think another reason people are struggling to see Carlos being more standoffish to TK in 4x03 is that we have watched TK handle this situation so well. Carlos tells him that he has been legally married to someone during their whole relationship, TK listens to him, listens to his reasons on why. We have watched TK handle it with grace – but are now being shown Carlos not doing the same. And it does hurt. It hurts because we know how much they love each other, how much they truly need and want each other. So, to see real friction between them (probably the most we have seen – especially since they broke up off screen) hurts. Going into those scenes knowing that the shoveling was coming hurt more.

The hurt is intentional from the storytelling perspective– but I am hoping & optimistic about a pretty good pay off. I have a feeling that a lot of this elevated pettiness will be gone like the ‘lasting ramifications of hypothermia for TK’ last season, so I am not worried about that continuing either. Once he is rescued, we will get the super tactile, loving, beautiful Tarlos – one that has become stronger through their ordeals – both separate & together.

When in doubt: Just remember Tarlos is endgame & all roads lead to the wedding.

I love the discussions that this show brings up & my husband loves that I have people other than him to talk to about this show.

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[theoreticslut]

I know I’ve sent a bunch already but EDDIE’s first day at scoops ahoy IN THE UNIFORM 🛳

I’m not sure if you wanted a ficlet or a headcanon, but I went for a headcanon simply bc it’s easier for me to get out rn. I’ve done a lot of writing the last few days 😮‍💨😣

「 ahoy, matey 」

eddie munson x fem reader

requested: yes

warnings: playful teasing, cuss words, embarrassment, mutual pining, kissing

-after finally graduating, Eddie realized he had to find a decent job

-bc selling drugs isn’t the most stable form of income after all

-so steve & robin vouched for him

-which he appreciated

-but now he works here

-at scoops ahoy

-wearing this ridiculous uniform that his friends so conveniently forgot to mention

-it was a job sure

-but at what cost??

-especially when you came in after your shift at H&M

-at the exact time that he was working

-you were friends with steve & robin

-which is why you came over here in the first place

-but upon seeing eddie you couldn’t help but laugh

-it was a little mean, sure

-but you didn’t intend any malice

-you & him had just become friends after the events of spring break

-where he got dragged into the alternate dimension shit by being blamed for the unnatural happenings

-while you had been dragged into it the year before by robin

-regardless you & Eddie quickly hit it off

-becoming friends even while he was hiding as a fugitive

-once the government cleared his name, the two of you only got closer

-you were friends

-but there are also some other feelings mixed in there from the both of you

-not that either of you realize it though

-which is why eddie turns bright red at your laughing

-he’s never felt more humiliated than he is rn

-wearing this uniform in front of you

-the one girl he’s got a crush on

-“I feel like I should greet you with ‘ahoy, matey’ or some shit like that”

-you can’t help but giggle as you walk up to the counter

-leaning over it to play with his little boat hat

-“please don’t” he begs

-“aw, how come, eds? you don’t wanna be in character?”

-“not particularly. this uniform is embarrassing enough”

-you can’t help but pout at him as you squeeze one of his cheeks

-having perched yourself up on the counter

-there’s no one in the store aside from you & your working friends

-so it’s not like you’re doing anything wrong

-“i think it’s cute, eds. it’s nice to see you in something other than skinny jeans”

-all he can do is huff as steve & robin come in from the back room

-“hey y/n! finish your shift?” robin asks

-you nod and give her a wide smile

-thanking god that you are done

-retail work is literal hell most days

-“dude, your face is so red.” steve comments

-poking Eddie in the side as he smirks

-enjoying eddie’s embarrassment

-“he’s embarrassed by the uniform, even though I think it’s really cute”

-“you never told me that” steve pouts

-“& I hated it all last summer too”

-“because you don’t look cute in it. It’s doing you absolutely no favors, harrington.”

-at your words steve just gasps

-while you & robin break out in a fit of laughter

-eddie simply watches the three of you

-not sure whether he should still feel embarrassed by the outfit

-or if you’re telling him the truth that it actually looks good on him

-“so why does Eddie look good in it then?”

-“because he does.”

-steve simply huffs and crosses his arms

-“you’re only saying that because you like him” steve mutters

-“so what if i do? doesn’t change the fact he looks cute.”

-“I am still here you know” Eddie pipes up

-he looks between you & steve with furrowed brows

-a blush still on his cheeks

-there’s no way that you’d like him

-absolutely no way, right?

-“honestly don’t know how you haven’t made a move yet man” steve comments

-shaking his head as he walks toward robin

-wanting to be out of yours & eddie’s way

-“jealousy doesn’t look good on you, stevie. there’s no need to pout over the fact that eds can still pick up girls in the uniform if he wanted to.”

-“I can still pick up girls… I’ve just been off my game lately”

-you and robin chuckle at steve’s grumbling

-robin moving to ‘comfort’ steve in the way only she can

-aka by mocking & teasing him even more

-the two of them wander to the back of the store again

-leaving you and eddie by the counter in a calm silence

-eddie’s cheeks still burn

-but whether it’s embarrassment or not he’s not sure anymore

-“so I can still pick up girls in this getup?”

-“if you wanted to, yeah. i’m not lying when I say it’s cute on you.”

-you can’t help but smile as he nods

-to be fair, you’re 95% sure that Eddie rarely gets complimented

-so your words must be throwing him for a loop

-but it doesn’t make them any less true

-“so what about steve’s parting comment…is there any truth to what he was implying?”

-eddie has never been good at flirting with girls he actually likes

-he’s an absolute flirt by nature

-but it’s all just his charismatic personality

-when it comes down to flirting with someone to actually flirt

-he’s a mess

-which is why he can barely look at you as he talks

-instead focusing on your thighs that still sit atop the counter

-his fingers tapping against the counter either side of you

-“well, for as clueless as he is in his own love life, he’s rather observant to others”

-“so…?”

-“so I wouldn’t turn you down if you did ever make a move.”

-it takes everything in you to bite back the smile that wants to envelop your face

-but there’s no stopping the small quirk of your lips that manages to sneak through

-especially when eddie finally looks up at you with a smile of his own

-“first day on the job & I think I already like the uniform, even with it being as tacky as it is” he comments

-at his goofy grin you lose it

-there’s no stopping you from leaning into him

-pressing your lips against his needy & hurriedly

-guess eddie really needs to thank steve & robin for vouching for him now

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[roosterbruiser]

Okay I got out of work so now I’m back. Let’s get into my completely out there theory (just a warning it’s super long)

The first part is that I think Bradley’s definitely in on all the murdering. Mabel said she smelt sulphur when she was attacked. She smells this again at lunch. Then when Bradley goes to Gale’s cabin she smells sulphur which is sus. This got me thinking though like what if the lightning that stuck the tree was not lightning at all but a man made explosive. Sulphur is used in gun powder and fireworks so it seems like it would be pretty easy for someone to explode the tree and blame the storm for it. I think Bradley wanted there to be no way out once he started his killing spree. Another thing that really makes me suspicious of Bradley is that Bob was the first counselor to get attacked and he was the first to ask where everyone was when Mabel was attacked. Now I don’t think Bradley attacked him because I feel like he would’ve recognized him. This is where my suspicion of the sheriff comes in. Idk if the sheriff is still alive or not so to add in an extra sprinkle of insanity let’s just say that he was the one to hack off Bob’s arm (he would be an unrecognizable old naked man so it tracks).

This is where it all really goes off the rails and I’m just making things up as I go lol. Bradley would need a partner to help him with the killing in a way to get people off of his back (like for alibis and stuff) and to just make it easier to pick everyone off. I think his partner is Maverick. What evidence do I have to back that up? None. It’s been 30 years since the first attack and what if Maverick was one of the campers during it? This night would’ve changed his whole life.

I firmly believe that the sheriff killed everyone and pinned it on Gwyar. Gwyar was supposedly stabbed in the neck, chest, and back like there was no way he did that to himself. The Sheriff was really pushing the narrative that Gwyar was the devil like REALLY pushing it. Jake even still says that Gwyar was working with the devil to commit these murders so this story has prevailed for 30 years. So let’s say the sheriff comes in does his whole murdering thing and leaves the kids. Unknown to him one kid, Maverick, was like I love this. From there Maverick made it his life goal to own the camp and pull off murders of his own.

So he buys the camp and starts hatching plans but he knows he can’t do it alone. He recruits Rooster as a young age to join him (Rooster is older than Gale and has been a counselor for a long time so this would’ve been a while ago). Together Maverick and Rooster are gonna go kill everyone they want but they’ll need a fall man like they don’t want to take the blame. This could really be anyone like I feel like Rooster is really trying to pin it on Hangman right now but the fall guy could really be anyone (i haven’t thought that far ahead yet). Rooster is really trying to play hero and he tried to set himself up as being bad with an axe so it just makes me more sus of him.

I’m sorry this is so long but this is just the way my brain works lol. To summarize, I think the sheriff did it originally and now it’s primarily Rooster and Maverick. If you’ve made it this far thank you so much for writing this story I love it! 💛

again, posting this and then coming back bc OMG.....

#m answers #cruel summer #cruel summer spoiler alert

[strawhatsoraya]

hello, hi, hey 😊 i am requesting a law fic por favor 🥴 bc that “dream weaver” fic was not enough!!! i would like a part two, k? thank u, bisou bisou, babey 💕💕💕

Literally 20 days later...only for you bb. I have finally completed part dos. Law said enough is enough with your damn questions y/n and what's done is done *washes hand* I am but an innocent victim; a vessel. I write by possession. Not my fault. Here you go!

Reasons

LAW X FEM READER, NO PRONOUNS, AFAB, NSFW

Word Count: 1.8k

Content Warning: Honestly, pretty straightforward vaginal penetration, fingering. Law only had one thing on his mind so \o/

A BADLY WRITTEN SUMMARY: Y/N doesn't value her life and keeps asking questions, Law is not a very good negotiator sometimes, and an office desk makes for a silent witness.

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The submarine was not big enough for the both of you.

At least, that’s how it felt for Trafalgar D. Law. The thought alone irritated him. He knew it was an illogical thought, incorrect in so many ways. The submarine’s size had nothing to do with the suffocating feeling afflicting him. Its tight hallways were not to blame for the way he felt dizzy when he crossed your path; carefully averting his gaze, skillfully ignoring his crushing blush.

He couldn’t get the vision of your face looking down at him in embarrassment out of his mind. It had become a living nightmare, playing on repeat on the back of his eyelids. His shoulders felt heavy and achy from lugging around that amount of humiliation.

All of it was made worse by the way he wanted you in spite of his better judgment.

So Law did what he did best–pretend nothing had happened. He gave directives as if he had never dreamed of kissing you. His routine was not disrupted by thoughts of your juices dripping off his chin, at the imaginary tightness of your cunt, clenching around his shaft.

None of it bothered him. It didn’t bother him that it hadn’t been real. It didn’t bother him that it was you that he saw as soon as he opened his eyes. Absolutely not.

Just like it didn’t bother him that you were in his office, dictating and going over this month’s spending budget. 

Your presence was enough to scatter his thoughts. Sentences quickly became slow to form. He had to constantly remind himself to stay on topic; to avoid gazing at your curvy figure, snugly squeezed into the romper. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” you start, voice dying away. He notices the line drawing your lips thin, and dreads what your next words would be. “I can’t help but notice you’ve been on edge since that one time.”

His instincts had been right. He groans as a hand rubs down his face, as if that would reset his life. 

“We don’t have to talk about that. Anyway, shouldn’t you sign here?” he asks, pointing at a spot on the paper on the desk. You look down at it with a sigh, before signing. It wasn’t uncommon for your captain to avoid difficult conversations; especially as of late. It seemed like evasion had become his preferred tactic. 

“I only bring it up because it’s bothered you enough to avoid me.”

You were right, but it didn’t mean it made it easier to speak out loud. There was a heat easing up his neck from his chest, lithe fingers reaching and burning the skin it touched. Streaks of red and pink colored his skin until it bloomed on his cheeks. 

“I have my reasons,” he says quietly, scribbling his initials on the dotted lines of the document. He hands it to you, and your fingers brush. Law freezes, looks up at you through his dark lashes. A miniscule touch, innocent, easy enough to dismiss and never think of again–if it wasn’t you. You’re frozen to the spot. Not because you noticed the touch, or the heat that had transferred from you to him, but because his gaze was searing against yours. 

Heat frays your nerve endings. You’re rooted to your spot, in shock at the effect he has on you.

“Captain,” you manage to garble out a warning. It doesn’t stop him. 

He is on his feet, paper discarded on the desk. It flutters in place as he moves quickly, one arm reaching out towards you. His mouth tastes like smoke against your lips. You breathe him in, defying intoxication. His tongue is smooth, hot against yours. One hand is buried in your hair, fingers tangling with your dark curls, the other grasps the fabric on your romper that keeps the small of your back from his touch; he pulls at it, pissed that it's getting in the way.

His mind is not his, he considers, as the thought of using his powers to do away with your clothing possesses him. He kisses down the column of your neck instead, brushing his nose against the hollow of your neck, above your collarbone.

You normally kept the zipper of your uniform lower, cleavage exposed. Today, it was right at your collarbone, barely exposing any skin at all. He scoffs, breath hot against your skin. You tremble in his embrace. 

Gently, steady as a surgeon’s hand–he grasps the metal head of the zipper between his teeth. Teeth clenched, he lowers himself to his knees, the sound of metal unzipping buzzing in the air. Your breathing comes quickly, chest rising and falling in succession. You feel as if you shouldn’t move, as if one wrong action would set a landslide in motion.

So you stand still, watch him with your heart in your throat as he looks up at you through thick black lashes. His eyes were dark, lust swirling in his orbs; ominous clouds forcing the sound of thunder in your head.

At the end, on his knees, he lets go of your zipper. His hands grip your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh he finds. “Take it off,” he orders with a lick of his lips.

You never disobeyed his orders, even if you had to follow it with a smart remark. You don’t trust yourself to come up with anything witty, so you push the romper of your shoulders. His eyes never leave you, scorching every inch of skin they rove over. He takes in your brown skin as the romper falls to your hips. He tries to regulate his breathing as he watches you wiggle out of it, push it down your thick thighs.

He reaches out as the uniform is pooled around your ankles. His fingers skim the front of your thighs, streams of heat left behind by their travels.

“What now?” you breathe out, not trusting yourself to lead. He watches you quietly, a strange look on his face. His hands go up and around your hips, squeeze your ass. 

“You’ll see,” he says as he stands up. Law wasn’t one for brute force. He prided himself as an intellectual. If he could, he preferred to negotiate; however the terms were unfavorable right now. He couldn’t talk himself out of a shoe box at the moment even if he wanted to.

He picks you up and places you on the desk, ignoring the way you yell and dig your nails into his shoulders. His mouth clashes against yours as you feel him tug on your underwear with feral strength. You hear the ripping of fabric, feel cool air against your heated cunt.

You begin to protest against his feverish mouth, but he slides two fingers inside you. A gasp takes up space in your throat. His movements are precise, and merciless. He seeks out your secrets, follows the cues of your moans and shivers. You shut your eyes tightly when he applies pressure against a spongy spot. Your legs jerk so you squeeze them around his waist, curling your toes. His mouth assaults your neck. He admires his work for a moment, a dastardly smirk stretching his lips at the sight of red and purple bruises on your skin.

His fingers are soaked and he loves the feeling of it. He imagines himself, working at you all day, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your plush body. He adores the sensation of your thick thighs enveloping his skinny hips, the way he knows you could crush him if you wanted to.

Danger was the perfect dance partner. You were his instructor as you pushed your hips against his hand. He angles it so the heel of his palm is against your clit, admires your tenacity, your sheer ability to fight him head on despite the circumstances.

Normally, he’d let you carry on with challenging him, enjoying the fight but tonight he didn’t have the energy to put up with it. Tonight, he needed the control or he would detonate–taking everything down with him.

You whimper when he takes his fingers away only to shove them in your mouth. A buzzing sound is all you can hear, you react soullessly; you float above your bodies, sucking on his fingers dripped with your cum. 

“Do you see why now?” he asks you, grasping your chin with one hand. His fingers dig into your cheeks painfully. You stare at him, a flicker of fear speeding up your heart. “Do you get why I was avoiding you now?”

His free hand leads him on, as he adjusts the tip of his cock at your entrance. You begin to try to form a sentence, a thought, but it scatters the moment he slams his hips against yours. You cry out and he releases your face, moves his hand to place it on the back of your head. His forehead is against yours as he bottoms out inside you.

“It might hurt a little,” he says softly, and kisses the tip of your nose. He pulls out halfway before he smashes forward again, nearly bruising your hips with his. Your hands grasp his biceps as if your life depended on it. He has a hold of the nape of your neck, forcing you to look at him but you can’t focus. His eyes incinerate you. Your hold on him tightens when he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

His gaze is hazy, he sees you in blurs of coppery browns, and sandy tans. When he can focus, what he sees is exquisite. Your plush lips never close, moans and whimpers tumbling out like water from a spring. It revitalizes him, allows him to continue thrusting into you despite how deadly the warmth and wetness of your pussy is. He holds you still by the neck, needing to see your face–the far away look in your eyes, the way you can barely keep it together.

He smiles down at you as he continues, enjoying the wet sounds your dripping pussy made when he pounded into you. Your hips were meaty, decadent. He grips them tightly, wondering how much he could get a hold of.  If he was ambitious enough, could he touch every inch of you?

He chases that dream, and the sound of your ecstasy. There is no distance he wouldn’t go to get to it. You cry out, an orgasm tearing through your body. He feels your gummy walls clamp around him, pulling him to you. He doesn’t fight it, and he spills inside of you, a stuttering moan that he drowns out by kissing your neck.

The air of the office is still–interrupted only by the sound of his and your panting. 

“Did it hurt?” he asks you, kissing your forehead. He brushes your sweaty curls away from your face. “Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll take care of it for you.”

#trafalgar law smut #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #law x reader #law smut #one piece smut #law x you #law x y/n #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #one piece x reader #for the cummunity! #fic request

[stillyour-sweetheart]

Hi <3 I came across some of your old posts about heartbreak. I am going through something similar and have been feeling down lately. Your feed feels so welcoming and warm :-) How did you find healing and peace?

Awe, hello there! First of all, thank you so much for liking my feed and for taking the time to send me a message. Secondly, I’m so sorry for what you’re going through… I know how much this hurts. It’s like a pain that can’t be described. It’s a pain that I wouldn’t want to wish upon any of my enemies. It really, really hurts. You know, it’s funny (in a very sad and ironic way). So the heartbreak and guy that you’re referring to happened more than a year ago already. Within that timeframe, I happened to find someone new about 6 months later (this was totally by chance bc I wasn't even looking!) We dated for 6 almost 7 months, and he just recently broke up with me around 2 weeks ago. I hope that makes sense, I know it sounds really convoluted. Basically, what I’m trying to say is that I’m experiencing heartbreak all over again, but with a different person. It feels fresh – again. 

Unfortunately, I can’t say that it gets any easier the more you go through it. Each relationship is so different and you learn so many things. It feels terrible to feel like ‘the one’ has slipped through your fingers. It’s hard to readjust to live on your own again and to build yourself back with the now broken pieces. Some things that I’ve found that do help are being honest with your struggles and reaching out to your support system. People who can fill your cup with genuine love. Your cup will feel empty right now because you won’t have the energy to fill it up yourself. I have been talking to a lot of my friends about the way that I feel. I’ve reached out to my sister, something that I’ve always wanted to do and failed to do last time. Each person comes and listens and gives advice and different perspectives, but they all do so lovingly and with tact. I find this helpful. I am fortunate enough to be surrounded by a really good and close-knit support system made up of people that I trust with my life. I utilized that because I’m the type of person who needs to talk to someone, I can’t bottle things up. It hurts more to be in my head. Surround yourself with love. Try not to equate yourself with the love that has left, but the love that still continues to surround you.  

Other things that help (as cliché as this sounds) are just keeping yourself busy/distracted. Put out your emotions and make them into something tangible. Do you like art? To draw? Do it. Do you like coffee? Go out and get some. Have you been meaning to clean your room? Check out that vintage store? Or listen to that new album? Do it! Now is a good time to fully indulge in the things that you’ve been pushing to the side for whatever reason. Fully immerse yourself in them (this is assuming that none of them are unhealthy of course). 

But even with that being said, don’t ignore how you feel either. Don’t be SO distracted that you push all your feelings aside. FEEL THEM! Cry! Be MAD! Be confused! Sometimes I’ll just sit on the couch at the end of the day, and simply cry. The feeling of wanting to cry comes out of nowhere, but I allow myself to do it. I cry and I feel my whole face wet, and then I continue to sit. And the feeling moves on. It comes in waves. Expect to feel not in control of them, and let them come and go as they please. 

I don’t know if any of this was helpful or not… I’m so sorry that I wrote so much. But one last thing I do want to tell you and emphasize is this: every relationship is made up of two IMPERFECT people. NO ONE person is to blame for the end of it. Each person shows up with the insecurities and shortcomings they have and hope to make things work. Sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn’t. It doesn’t mean there wasn’t love. It doesn’t mean that your efforts and feelings are invalidated. I think that’s one of the hardest things for me to believe – that the love was real even though the results tell me otherwise. Every ending of a relationship I get so fixated on the fact that I hope that the guy regrets, and this is something you won’t know (unless for some reason they come back saying it). However, something I CAN tell you for SURE is that whether they regret or not, they won’t ever find another YOU. Why? Because there is only ONE you. Take comfort in that and be proud of yourself and who you are because in that sense, you are irreplaceable. Does that make sense? You bring to the table strengths, history, weaknesses, etc. that no one else can. And they will realize this. 

Again, I’m sorry you’re going through this. I really do wish I could help take your pain away, especially because I know how much it hurts. Just know that you will and can get through this. You will shine even brighter than before and in that way, your love will also emulate that when you decide to love again. I’m here for you if you need anything else! And thanks for reading and entrusting me with your message <3 

#ask #anon #reply

[raayllum]

Kay but like with all the Viren-Callum parallels imagine if we got a moment where Viren and Callum actually get to talking, one on one, and obvi there’s so much baggage there with the family friend betrayal and look who’s got your old job now—

but imagine if there’s a moment where Callum’s asking him where Rayla is and Viren, like whether he knows or not, he’s not looking to answer Callum’s questions anyway, so he just snidely says smth like, well, shouldn’t you know the answer to that better than me? Bc last he saw they were attached at the hip—

And the new high mage’s face changes into something raw and festering, and Viren recognises the look on Callum’s face.

There is a short, stunned silence before:

“…Ah. I see. Another jilted high mage.”

And maybe Viren says it out loud or the silence says it for him:

you really are becoming just like me.

Bc like I think that’s the one parallel that could really get to Callum, that the love of their lives left them — obviously it’s different with Callum, Rayla left because she loved him, to protect him, but he probably doesn’t see it like that —

Callum probably still thinks it happened because he did something wrong somewhere, going over it again and again in his mind like if only I’d been stronger or smarter, if only I’d said this or done that then maybe she would have trusted me and brought me with her, she left because she doesn’t trust me enough, because I’m not enough—

And having that insecurity thrown in his face, of being left, by Viren of all people, who probably didn’t even mean to be cruel in that moment, if anything he’s almost sympathetic because he’s seeing himself now in Callum’s shoes, abandoned by the love of his life because of reasons he just can’t understand.

Just like, the painful irony of Callum being surrounded by so many people who love him and want to be there for him to talk things out, who want to be a healthy support system for him — but in the end it’s not them but Viren who most understands the pain Callum feels because he knows what it’s like.

Harrow lost his world to a dragon. But Viren knows what it’s like to have the rug pulled from under you one night as your world walks away from you by choice. And what does that say about you? What could be so wrong with you, that you would be abandoned just like he was?

Just. It would mess with Callum’s head so much and I am here for it.

I don't think Callum and Viren would get to a civil enough place (Callum left him to die and will probably ragefully want him dead bc he's the reason Rayla left in a lot of ways, right? Easier to blame) to have this type of conversation, and I think they'll draw parallels between some kind of Aaravos backstory (being separated from someone he loves due to his imprisonment, maybe) in order to tether him and Callum as foils / garner sympathy from Callum to him.

All that said: I have definitely thought about Callum is carrying the weight of both Harrow and Viren's losses regarding their wives. (Which, the amount of parallels Rayllum continually has to married couples in the show just makes me lose my mind every time.)

For Viren it is the abandonment, the possible bitterness, and like you said, having the rug pulled out from under you. Having the relationship break with no say in the matter. We know Viren did something morally dubious to heal Soren when he was a kid, but whatever it is made Lissa feel unable to stay (although not to the degree she didn't feel safe/okay leaving their children with him). Callum also did something kinda morally dubious, coming up with the Moon Henge plan and lying to Lujanne's face, tricking Allen into helping them, etc. - so it's not really surprising that it blew up in his face, tbh. I think it's likely that Callum blames himself a decent amount for Rayla's absence, yes - guilt over going to sleep that night, over not reading her signals, over not waking up and being able to stop her, etc - but I also think he knows her well enough to know, with the clarity of the aftermath, that this is just who she is and who she's always been. He just didn't think it would take her away from him like this.

Then with Harrow, it is the years-long grief. Harrow mourned Sarai until he died, writing about her in his final letter to Callum on his last day, nine years after she passed. Callum is two years in, clearly trying to prepare himself for the possibility that Rayla is already dead, but also shows no signs of actually moving on and getting over her, either. Tell me she wasn't your world.

And given Harrow's reservations about seeking revenge in 3x06, as Viren coaxes him into pursuing it, the Avizandum-Viren parallels set up in the S4 opening...

H: It's been a long time. Our kingdom is prospering. There is peace. [...] Perhaps it's wiser to stay focused on these blessings.

I think it's exactly why Callum will be tempted into Dark magic / more dangerous, desperate dealings, too.

#rayllum #tdp callum #the royal family of katolis #it was just red #thanks for asking #anonymous #s4 #arc 2 #mini meta #parallels #harrai #viren x lissa

[soulrph]

I'm so happy to have your blog on my dash it has shown me that I'm not the only one struggling in the rpc. I feel like the rpc has fallen into a coma, people are so wrapped up in their own bubbles that they don't interact with each other anymore (it seems) like I'm so frustrated with tumblr at this point, I'm so sorry I just don't know what to do, it's really disheartening to have like 1k followers, writing an rp blog but no matter what you do, no one sends anything at all, no asks, no memes, no starters, nothing, it makes me sad and wonder if I have done something wrong? I checked the settings twice as to make sure asks are enabled and I try to regularly send the people on my dash things but now I'm questioning myself. Like why and how are so many people following me if it feels like they don't want to interact? Of course I know many of these are lurkers but not all? I'm so confused by this to be honest...

My Question is: Am I the only one who feels like that?

my lovely friend, let me tell you something. these feelings you’re having? we ALL have them at some point in our tumblr lives. it’s perfectly natural, there’s nothing wrong with them, much less with you for having them in the first place. you understand? i want to make that much clear before i continue, because i’m getting the impression that you might be trying to take on the blame and responsibility for other people’s actions, and that’s not close to being accurate, love, okay? you’re doing just fine! and now i’m going to go into a little detail on your message. but i don’t want you to read on unless you’re feeling solid and good about yourself again, because try as we might, we’re not responsible for other people. and you mentioned that you’re very active in your efforts to make people feel comfortable, so no. don’t go blaming yourself. you’re doing nothing wrong, my love, i promise.

NOW! i say as i slap my hands on my knees like a suburban dad in an american film! except not, bc my laptop’s there, but i digress. before i continue, i want to say that i’m only one person, my suggestions may not be applicable to you. if anyone reads this post, and would like to contribute their own suggestions, you’re all welcome to hop into the comments to help our lovely friend out! this is a sideblog, however, and i will not be able to interact with these comments directly!

the first thing that i’m going to say here is that 1,000 followers is a LOT of people. like that’s overwhelming to anyone, but i feel like it could also contribute to these feelings of isolation when you have a thousand people following you and nobody’s really reaching out. that’s why i would suggest that maybe you might feel better if you try and bring that number down? it’s like this; if you host a big party, realistically speaking, you won’t be able to invite a thousand guests. it’ll be next to impossible to have these intimate personal connections with one thousand individual people, right? but if we try, say, 500 people? instantly easier to handle, i think. personally i try to keep my own limit at 150 mutuals, because i’m oftentimes too tired and too stressed to handle the idea of much more than that, and it’s much fairer to 150 people than it is for 1000 people.  plus, those 150 people are far more likely to have solid friendships with me. i’m only one person, and so are you, and we can’t be pressuring ourselves into trying to interact with 1000 people!

in your case, this also applies. 1000 people is a LOT. if you bring the number down, perhaps then you can explain to people that you will be implementing a few changes in the way you do things. you want to plot with people. you want to develop solid relationships both OOC and IC. you also might find it useful to use an interest tracker or a permanent starter and plotting call, or a few open starters are also useful! 

i’m going to repeat something here. you are not responsible for other people’s actions. there are parts of the rpc that are withdrawing from the core purpose and values of the community, and the lack of interaction is a widespread challenge. it’s not their fault. it’s just something that’s happening. that being said, you can only control YOUR experience. which sounds powerless, but it’s actually entirely the opposite!

you can make that post and say what you expect to change in your blog. “i’ll be much more active in the rpc from now on, i’m here to make friends and write with like-minded people, and i’m going to be cleaning out my followers over the coming week. if you want to stay mutuals, please let me know, but i don’t want to stay mutuals unless we intend on building a solid friendship and writing together!”

you can obviously change the wording! be as nice or as blunt as you like! but try to be firm. your experiences of the dash are yours and yours alone. my suggestions might be worth nothing to you, and that’s more than okay too! but my earlier experience in the community was very much like yours in that i had about 500 mutuals, but it was so quiet and awkward that i may as well have had 0. it only changed when i brought the number down to 150, keeping my mutuals as people who i wanted to write with and befriend, and then posted a quick psa to let people know that i was planning on actually writing much more in the future, and i would be changing certain things in my blog to accommodate that.

you don’t have to do any of this, my love. you don’t have to soft block any followers, you don’t have to make a psa, you don’t have to do anything! my decisions came from a place when i was so frustrated by being stuck in the “nothingness”, or the “meh, idk, i don’t mind, idc” phase of the community, that i just decided to shift gears and change things. the way i see it, i could have 20,000 mute, withdrawn mutuals, but just one person who i genuinely loved to chat to and plot with and write with would outshine the lot of them! fortunately i found much more than just one person, though. and i know, i KNOW, you will too.

#cinnanon roll. #OOC. #rp help. #rp advice. #i can't remember if i had more tags for this #but if anyone wants to contribute to this please feel free!

[tau1tvec]

On tumblr mobile if I hit someone’s icon it takes me to their page and I gotta scroll down which would take forever to see everything they posted &desktop has the pages?so how do I get the side view thing you mentioned?I feel like there was a post awhile ago that shows this for looking at your own likes page but it makes it easier to see everything …might actually have to quit sims sadly I can never be happy with it ;( finding cc is hell when it’s not just in one place &like why can’t there be a mod in the game ?for people to upload there cc into the game so nobody gotta waste time searching and downloading the cc like then ya could select which cc you want to even use and see all the cc created…

Idk, I don’t rlly mind clicking through the pages, bc I’ve been doing it for forever, and a lotta ppl prefer it over endless scroll on themes, so it’s pretty common to see when looking at someone’s actual blog.

Though truly, it sounds like you’re more fed up with looking for cc, than you are with tumblr’s UI, to which I do not blame you. I can’t stand it either a lot of the time, which is why finding a go-to ccfinds blog is so crucial to keep your sanity. EA doesn’t rlly give a damn to implement anything of that sort, let alone extend an arm to modders and mod users, bc if anything they just get blamed either way if something goes wrong, and with how buggy their games are I can’t imagine how swamped their help line is as it is. Plus, modding The Sims has been like this for a while tbh, it wasn’t much better and back then in my TS2 days, when everyone had their cc on obscure ass forums and websites that hardly worked, but at least it didn’t have the add on of subscription costs, and timed exclusives.

So go find you a ccfinds blog, preferably one with a rlly good tags system so you can sort out only what you need when you need it. Then get into the habit of checking it daily or weekly so you don’t miss anything, and then end up having to spend hours looking for it, and sending wcif’s. These blogs work hard to do a lot of the find it work for you, so send them a message showing your appreciation from time to time. ✌️

Either way, between all the searching, downloading, installing, and organizing, modding this game is a process, and a fucking miserable one, and I absolutely get why ppl just choose to go without it.

#asks #anon

[enrapture]

Annnnddd I’m crying again about a multitude of things…. what I am to people, how I feel currently, how people treat me, what I feel like I deserve, my adhd procrastination problems constantly, my work rn and things surrounding that, where I want to be etc. :( my heart is so shattered, I feel so deeply alone and I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about it. My trust is fucked. I carry situations and things and I never fully process them. As much as I try to they still effect me, I’ve run from shit (because it’s easier to run than to face it) I’ve been trying to face things and do better about that and stand up for myself and my feelings and thoughts. And I get over corrected and people putting their two cents in and smartass remarks to situations that don’t really involve them but that they think they know better and it’s just one fucking thing after another I cannot catch a break. I feel like no one understands or wants to understand me and I just feel broken about all of this. I hate being an empathic person. No matter how hard I try to not be that way I can’t help but feel things that other people feel when I go through shit or even they go through it. If someone remotely does something bad or wrong to me after I’m feeling bad about said thing and they feel bad, that makes ME also feel bad because they feel bad and then I’m the one saying sorry to THEM when in the beginning the situation happened with me…. Like why am the one apologizing to you about how you feel in regards to hurting me?! I feel it all. And I try to communicate that well and I feel like it makes me a better person but at the same time it’s flawed. I hate feeling like men in my life only want one thing from me. No one wants quality time, no one wants to go out on dates, no one wants to treat me like I’m special, no one cares about how I feel or what I think or who I am as a person….They at least make me feel that way. I hate getting treated shitty by people I’ve given countless undeserved chances. I hate being kind to those despite how I’ve been treated. I hate the disrespect. I hate the misunderstandings, I hate the unreciprocation, I hate being the loneliness, I hate that people lie to me and I know when they do, I hate being someone who carry’s all this and more, I hate overthinking, I hate not feeling enough for people while simultaneously being “too much”, I hate that my anxiety and my adhd and my depression ruins things, I hate that I’m so fucking weird, I hate all of this I hate being vulnerable, I hate being so open, I hate airing dirty laundry on public apps because I feel like all the times I’ve talked with said people about shit and tried healthily communicating they disregard it and in turn I’m the bad guy or they play the “woe is me, I’m such a horrible human being” manipulation tactic and then I’m the sorry one…. It shouldn’t be that way. Healthy communication is two people understanding and listening and coming to a conclusion with respect and effort towards the other person/people involved. It’s two people working on things and growing together and fixing the issue(s). Not let me just not grow bc you have a problem with x or let me just take the blame and you hate me and not want me in your life because everyone else left like you’re going to too… that’s not healthy. But that’s beside the point... It’s just constant shit and then some. I’ve noticed patterns and what I want to deal with vs what I don’t. I…god, I just feel so fucking alone. :( I’m dealing with all this shit at once and it fucking sucks. I’m considering leaving social media about it.

#thoughts #personal #mine #:((((((( #I also try to please people too much #and I feel shitty for even talking about this but I have nowhere else to say it and no one cares to listen #💔 #I want my self respect to be higher than my feelings #but at the same time I wanna ☠️ #I’m overwhelmed rn and having s-ideation because everything is toppling on top of me at once #I can’t do this anymore

[taegularities]

i finally had time to read colour me in and I’m speechless. I stayed awake all night reading it because once i started I couldn’t stop. I’m in awe at your writing, and the way you manage to evoke a plethora of emotions from just a single piece of dialogue is honestly incredible and shows your talent as a writer. I especially love the depth you add to the characters and the way you have depicted their internal struggles whilst showing their growth and evolving romantic relationship. My heart broke every time oc was anticipating a kiss and jk would hold back and avoid it, i could feel her pain. It doesn’t help that he is bad at communicating his feelings but you also can’t blame him because he’s insecure about his status in comparison to hers and he doesn’t think he’s deserving of her. They’re both so in love and it’s sad that they can’t be together in the way they fully want because of society and oc’s parents. The ending of the latest chapter broke me, they didn’t even get a chance to experience being together after their confession😭😭 i can’t see them suffering but i love angst so I’m so excited for the next chapter. I’m ready for my broken heart to be broken further💔

this is one of the kindest messages i've received about cmi. the fact that you left such thoughtful praises makes me feel so accomplished as a writer... sometimes i think the story is becoming boring, but then readers like you encourage me so much without even realising it, and i'm so freaking thankful 🥺

yeah, i think a lot of their struggles didn't just come from her parents and reporters, but from the fact that they didn't properly communicate, too. i feel like.. once jk opens up more, they'll have a much easier time navigating through hurdles. he's definitely insecure, though, and scared of saying something wrong... we'll see sometime soon why he is the way he is :')

so so happy you're excited, too! i can't wait for tomorrow, honestly, bc this chapter is honestly... something. thank you so much for your support and this absolutely lovely message. and welcome to the cmi fam 🥺🤍

#also did you end up getting enough sleep love? <3 #notes for rid 🌹 #anon #fic: colour me in