#partner said i am still in shock and trying to process

[androgynousblackbox]

My dog died and all I got was sore arms

I haven't slept in at least twelve hours, people, so I better take the chance to keep this rush going until I inevitably crash all the way down. I just want to talk about today. Warning because it gets gross and graphic because fuck me, I guess. I had to live this, I get to tell it.

So the day started as normal. I went downstairs with Oscar so we could both get some breakfast. We had agreed to see the vet at 12 and it was way before that, so I thought eating something would give me a push of energy to keep awake. I haven't stopped petting him all night, only when he himself wanted to play a little or drink water. After that I kept him with me as long I could.

I go downstairs and I see Oscar trying to take a shit. This is important because it has been four days already since he wasn't abled to and the vet told us that his tumor had gotten so big that was obstructing anything from coming out, which was very bad because it could become toxic inside his body and then, boy, that is going to be some painful ass death and we don't want that.

I look at him for a bit, but soon I start to get panicked because not only nothing is coming out, he is still pressing so fucking hard. Little drops of shit go down and he is still trying, dragging his body across the floor, until I see something just about to come out. I can't see it clealy but it looks red so I, ever the optimistic, immediately think that those are his intestines and he is actually hurting himself, if I somehow don't manage to get him to stop he is going to fucking die from blood loss after shitting his organs out. When I try to clean his assholes with the paper towells I just can feel something hard and I have no fucking clue of how intestines being shit out have to feel, so that doesn't help me at all.

You see, this was around 8 in the morning. I was the only one awake in the house. The vet appointment wasn't until four hours later. I call mom to please contact the vet, please get him here so he can give him something for the pain, something, anything, and while she is dressing herself up… he manages to shit a enormous shit that looked hard as a rock. After doing that I still had to clean his asshole with my hand. After a little freak out to my mom because I honestly thought he was going to fucking bleed to death in my arms, I manage to calm down and get Oscar back into my arms. Obviously with some old raggedy ass sheet we were never going to use again anyway because the diarrhea could get on my legs.

Now, it has been weeks since his last bath so he wasn't smelling like fresh puppy already, but now there was that to account. Trying to avoid the stains on his fur I still hold him and pet him, telling him over and over again that I loved him and kissing his head. His fur, the parts that weren't stained, was still so soft and white.

When it's time to go, the entire way I am thinking of somehow running away, to delay it a week more, a day more, but I know that would have only made it worse for the both of us. We get inside the vet's place and let me tell you, on my insides I am still mad at this man because he didn't prepared me for absolute shit.

He first put a tranquilizer on Oscar, but didn't tell me that it would take ten whole fucking ass minutes into doing anything to him. So when I saw him moving his head still and looking around, imagine my fucking surprise when the vet is back after preparing the rest of the stuff and he is still moving, more than willing to bite him for doing more shit he doesn't like.

He also didn't tell me that the effect of the lethal injection would be near instant. Like actually so. One second I can feel his breathing and the next he is gone. And like, that is stupid. It's stupid to feel upset about that. Because if anything that should be a good thing, right? It was all so quick he didn't suffer at all. Like just turning a switch off. But Jesus fuck, would have killed this man to tell me ANYTHING before doing it, TO GIVE ME A WARNING? So I could give him the last belly rub, because I was concentrating on holding his head instead. I wanted to give him a belly rub. He deserved that belly rub.

So he is gone and I have a small little breakdown right there, as you fucking do, and they put him on a cardboard box. Oh, also I put a lock of my hair with his body. Last night I cut as much hair I could off him to fill a little crochet heart I made, so in my head that makes sense. I have a little something of you, you have a little something of me.

I am not religious, superstitious or anything like that. But it means something to me that a part of me remains with his body.

We drove to a place my aunt own where she had told the gardener to make a hole for us. Call me a privilege asshole, because I really must be to think that the gardener himself would be there to wait for us to put the box down and then he would bury him. You know, like in normal funerals for people. The entire way there I can't help to feel that suddenly my arms are too light. My arms that carried Oscar up and down the stairs the last weeks, that carried him to the vet all those times since his diagnosis, that hold him the entire night, were too light and that felt so alien, so wrong to me.

But he wasn't a person, he was a dog. And the gardener probably had better things to do than stay there and pay respects for a dog he never even met. So the hole was there, the pile of dirt was there and against a tree there was what I can only describe as the absolute shittiest shovel that has ever existed on earth. That thing offended me the very moment I laid eyes on it.

Like, most shovels have a proper handle at the end and curve into a triangle on the side that actually goes into the dirt. But this bullshit, this shitty ass thing, was nothing but a metal squared tube ending on a small metallic plate that was only slighty curved. If the gardener actually used that to make the hole, that was rather well made and sufficiently deep, I am going to be fucking impressed.

There wasn't anything else to use, though, so I shoveled that dirt myself until my hands were red, my arms hurt and even my legs were pained. I am an artist, and also a lazy fuck, so you can only imagine my noodle ass arm not being used at all to that physical labor. Mom kept offering for us to do it together, but no fucking way, man. Oscar deserved this, Oscar was in so much pain and suffered so much for so long, so the least I could do is to suffer a little more for him. He was mine. I owe it to him. It was only fair.

That burial was a labor of love. I am proud of doing that for him. I still hope the gardener has his own shovel that is better than that bullshit. But I am glad I did it.

Once I have a proper nap and my brain is back again to it's usual speed I will have a bad time and start missing him and think all sorts of awful things because he isn't here anymore. I will miss him. I miss him now. I don't regret one second I spend with that dog.

On the way back home the soreness in my arms was all I could ask for. Oscar wasn't there anymore, but I said goodbye the best way I could and he is not in pain anymore.

Que Descanses En Paz, Oscar.

#pets death #terminally ill dog #terminal cancer dog #andro is talking #i just woke up from a nap and nope still kinda in space right now #partner said i am still in shock and trying to process #you would hope or i hope i would process something on these weeks #but alas i was wrong #i can't stop thinking about holding him #oscar posting

[bonchobrick]

Duke and Danny bestie fic im co-authoring with some cool people for Patrol Partners! :D

A fic where Duke knows a lot about Gotham’s new problem, ghosts. The Waynes think the worst and assume he’s had some terrible experience with ghosts in the past (in reality is just very happy to talk about his best friends culture and doesnt realize how odd it is that he knows all this stuff)

Or

Duke is pretty much just vibing, the bats are having a meltdown, and Danny is having a blast!

—-

Then Duke pops the question

“So, what are you guys researching?” He asks raising a brow to the papers littered all over the room

Collectively the entire room groans as Duke absentmindedly picks up a paper on the table with the failed, static over-run image.

“We don't know!” Steph bemoans frustrated

Tim starts, “There are new entities–”

“Creatures.” Bruce corrects

Tim casts a piercing glance at his father, “I am pretty sure those are entities. Eye witness reports state that they look fairly human-like–”

Bruce challenges him right back, “Eye witness reports were also very likely to be unfactual, they seemed partially intoxicated. It’s more likely they are some kind of mutated animal.”

His son’s teeth grit, “Even so we still can’t rule out–”

“Oh right, the ghosts are back in town,” Duke's comments, gaze absorbed in the static image

Silence drowns the room as their weary eyes blink at Duke, processing what he had just said.

Then it clicks

“R-repeat that?” Tim stares intensely at Duke

“Um, the ghosts are back? That's what these are.” Duke nervously replies confused, “It’s been a bit since they visited Gotham

Tim opens and closes his mouth, immensely struggling to find any words to say. It seems like the rest of his family is fairing no better, some of them letting out noises of surprise and shock with others trying to hear if they heard that sentence right.

“There used to be ghosts in Gotham?” Bruce says incredulously

“Yeah?” Duke tilts his head, “I mean they don’t like living here with the corrupt ectoplasm but I’m friends with a few ghosts?”

Jason springs on him with wide eyes, “What are ghosts like, personality-wise?”

Duke thinks and responds with the first thought that comes to mind, “Fickle, they can be super friendly or super destructive. They do whatever they’re in the mood to.”

“Are they aggressive?”

“Sure? Sometimes?” Duke blinks at them bewildered before a petty smile crosses his lips, “They can be, hmm, commanding.”

Dicks eyes turn cold and protective, “What–”

“Listen guys,” Duke backs away from the discussion going with his internal task list in mind, “I gotta go wrap up putting together all my documents for my topic on my science fair project so uh, see-ya!”

The second youngest bounces out of the cave and the rest of the family stare dumbstruck at him.

New entities (ghosts?) pop up in Gotham + Duke describes them as fickle and commanding =

Duke is being made to do things for Ghosts who can be kind and cruel which =

= Duke is being bullied by Ghosts?!

Not on their Bat-watch!

Damian is already sharpening his ‘not murder tools’, Tim has sprung into research on the bat computer and the rest of the family have already dipped into Gotham ready to search for these perps!

Paranoid Family #1 will help Duke’s ghost problem starting now!

( pssst heres the fic :)

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #duke thomas #fanfiction #batfam #jason todd #bruce wayne #i have no clue what to tag this tbh #dc x dp fanfiction #dc x dp crossover #we needed more duke fics in the world okay #Duke: did you know that ghosts live in another realm known as the Ghost Zone and it is entirely made up with the good version of Lazarus Pit #batfam: that is horrifying wtf #Batfam: duke.. how the hell do you know that #Duke: shrugs and walks off #the link SHALL BE POSTED once all chapters are up #this is just an excerpt from one of the chapters I wrote #i hope yall like this #or dont #im sleepy so im gobna tak a nap

[nightfall-kachiniko]

“Kei, I’m pregnant.”

As soon as he heard those words his eyes widened, glancing up at you in shock.

Your voice was dull, but full of worry and almost regret in his eyes slightly widen meeting yours.

“What do you mean your pregnant?”

he asked, still trying to process the words that just came out your mouth.

“I mean, Im pregnant.” your voice shaked as fear washed over you.

You both stood there in complete shock, Keigo trying to make sense of the situation.

…

“A-and im the father?”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK ASSHOLE?!” You screamed at him, upset that he’d even ask that.

“Im sorry, I just.. I wasn’t expecting that..”

“Yeah,” you sniffed “me neither”

You felt the tears flow down your face, terrified of what to do. He was your co worker, you two were sidekicks. How the hell could you two be parents? Would you two finally have to come clean about your relationship? How would the press respond? even worse, how would keigos agency respond?

“Y/n, i barley have time to see you.. how am I gonna be a good father?”

“I know..” you felt your breathes heave a little harder, more tears flowing down your face despite trying to play it cool. “And.. I don’t know..”

Your eyes could only look at the floor, too scared to look at him. All that could be heard was your small sobs of uncertainty. Uncertain what to do. Uncertain how this would change your life. Uncertain how he would respond.

“Y/n, i want this.” He finally said, breaking the silence between you two, “so bad..” he slightly smiled, his eyes begging to gloss.

“Kei, I can’t be a mother I can’t. We can’t be parents.” You admitted, feeling the defeat the world had bestowed upon you. Feeling the curse of falling in love with someone you should. All you could do was think to yourself ‘how stupid must you be?’

“I don’t even know the first thing about being a parent.” He said, his arms wrapping around you to hold you closer. “But I do know that we can at least try.”

Your eyes could only face the floor, scared to look at him.

“Kei, we can’t keep this baby a secret,” you muttered.

“we won’t.” He answered, trying to reassure you.

you hesitated before looking up at him. “What about your agency? They’d kill you, we could get fired!”

“Then you and our baby are worth it” he said honestly.

“Kei..” you look into his eyes, honesty filling your shaky voice as you softly whispered, “I-I’m terrified.”

You couldn’t get anything out. It felt like you had a rock in your throat and you couldn’t breathe. Keigo could see this, how scared you were, how when he held you, you trembled.

“Me too, y/n. I mean I’m scared shitless” he admitted with a small laugh.

“But you don’t have to worry.” he said, his hand cupping your cheek.

“I mean i don’t know what to do-“ his thumb caressed your tears away, as he tried calling you down.

“It’s okay y/n, we got this” he softly smiled

“We’re partners after all, aren’t we?” ༯

#soft keigo #takami keigo #bnha keigo #keigo fluff #keigo imagine #keigo x you #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #mha takami keigo #keigo smut #keigo takami x oc #keigo takami x you #keigo takami x y/n #keigo takami fluff #keigo angst #mha hawks #pro hero hawks #protective hawks #hawks bnha #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x you #hawks x sidekick! reader #soft hawks #hawks fluff #hawks smut #bnha hawks #hawks angst #hawks lemon #hawks x oc

[24hlevi]

— 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Chigiri Hyoma (Blue Lock) X Gn!Reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Angst to Fluff

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You try to cheer up Chigiri after he gets his knee surgery done, but he doesn't want cheering up and snaps at you instead.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Language, Chigiri being an asshole a little bit

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

Chigiri Hyoma felt his whole life fall apart and crumble the moment he heard the tear in his knee, the moment he collapsed to the ground as if he were some sort of ragdoll and not an actual human being. Just as did you, his partner. 

The look on Hyoma’s face when he fell was one you will remember forever, the pure shock and fear taking over his whole expression without any thought, and you freaked out just as bad as he and his family did. Especially with what the doctors told him. That if he were to tear his ACL again he would never play football again. 

You knew how much he loves football, and just how fast he was and how great he was at the sport for his age, so you tried to cheer him up as best as possible, but he didn’t want cheering up from you. 

According to Hyoma’s mother and sister, he was fairly upset about this whole ordeal, which made perfect sense, you knew that. So you had figured maybe bringing him some food would help lift his spirits even just a little bit. So you did just that. 

Making a little bento box for the boy, you made your way over to his house, his gleeful sister opening the door. 

“Oh, Y/n! So glad you’re here, Hyoma really needs someone right now,” She said to you and opened the door wider for you to walk inside. 

“Ah, well I hope he doesn’t mind that I brought him some food as well,” You responded, holding up the little box in your hands. 

“Aw, you’re so good for him, Y/n, I’m sure he’ll love that you brought him something,” She hugged you, “He’s in his room, so feel free to head in there.” 

“Thank you,” You politely bowed to her and walked to Hyoma’s room, knocking on the door lightly. 

“Hyoma? It’s me, Can I come in?” You asked through the door. 

Hearing a short hum of “yes”, you opened the door to see Hyoma sitting on his bed, cast still well around his knee with his crutches leaned up on the other side of the bed. 

Smiling immediately when seeing him, you went over to him and sat beside him on the bed, “How are you doing today?”

Hyoma lightly shrugged in response, giving a short “okay” in the process of doing so. 

Humming lightly, you handed him the box contained with food, “Here! I made this for you in hopes of you feeling a little better. You don’t have to eat it right now, of course, but just in general for you.” 

Hyoma stared at you for a few silent seconds, then took the bento box from your hands, placed it down on his bedside table, and looked back at you, “Is that all you’re here for?” 

Shocked by the question, you quickly shook your head in response, “What? No, I-I just wanted to come and check up on you. I know how much this hurts you but I just want you to feel better, you’ve been so down since the surgery.”

“Oh, I wonder why,” He replied sarcastically, “Do you know how it feels to have your dream ruined? I was supposed to be the best in the world, how the hell am I supposed to do that now? Huh? If I do this again and screw it up again then I’ll really be done for good. What do I do now that my dream is entirely crushed? Huh?” 

You weren’t able to say anything, completely awestruck by his sudden change in attitude towards you, and just as you opened your mouth to finally answer his questions, he cut you off.

“Just go away. I don’t need you right now.”

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words, and you somehow stuttered out “Y-You don’t mean that I-I kn-” 

“Get out!” Hyoma yelled over your voice, pointing at the door. 

You visibly flinched at the loudness of his voice, and slowly you nodded and pushed yourself up off of the bed, not being able to say anything else, you grabbed your bag and silently walked out of the bedroom. 

You walked all the way back over to your house, trying not to cry at how harsh Hyoma was with you, and by the time you eventually made it to your room and landed on your bed, the tears began to flow from your eyes. You didn’t understand what you did wrong, all you were trying to do was cheer him up. You thought he would appreciate it, but he seemed to only get angered at you for it. What did you do wrong? You couldn’t figure it out. Maybe Hyoma was just getting tired of you, which was now your current most worrying thought. What if he really was getting bored of you or annoyed at you? Was there something specific you did? Or was it just him realizing he could do so much better than you? Different thoughts ran through your mind as you attempted to get to sleep, but mostly to no avail, too busy thinking about him snapping at you just for wanting him to feel better. But eventually, you were able to fall asleep. 

The next morning shortly after you woke up you heard the doorbell ring, and while still in your pajamas, you went up to the front door and opened it, to see Hyoma there, crutches in hand and cast still on his right knee. You were shocked to see him at your house so early in the morning, and what seemed to be him alone meaning he made his way all the way to your house while on crutches, so you quickly ushered him inside and to sit down in your bedroom. “Hyoma? Did you walk by yourself all the way over here? Is something wrong?” 

Hyoma carefully reached for your hands and gently grasped them, holding onto them lightly while looking at you, “I…wanted to apologize, for yesterday,” he started, “It was wrong of me to snap at you like that for ultimately no reason whatsoever. It’s just…I don’t know what to do. Running fast was the one thing I was good at, and now I can’t even do that…” His voice trailed off near the end. “But, I’m sorry, really, I am. I shouldn’t have done what I did and I hope you can forgive me.” 

Sitting down beside the boy, you looked at your hands which were intertwined with his, then back up to his face, “It’s okay. I was just trying to make you feel better, but I understand if you didn’t want it at that exact moment. I shouldn’t have shown up like that sporadically anyways,” You responded. 

Hyoma quickly shook his head, “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. It was my fault for snapping at you, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t want you to think it was your fault when it wasn’t. It was completely mine. I appreciate it whenever you bring me food or anything, and I just…I don’t know. This whole thing has me all messed up, and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.” 

Nodding, you looked down at your hands again, “I know. That’s why I’m trying to be here with you every step of the way. But, you can always tell me if you want to be alone, and I won’t be upset or anything. I know you need your time to heal, literally, but seriously, it isn’t a problem. I just don’t want you to be all depressed this whole time when you can still do things you love and enjoy.” 

He looked at you and slowly nodded, “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. I guess I just thought I could be the best football player of all time, and now that dream is gone, so I’ve been down.” 

“You can still be the best, you know. It doesn’t take just one injury to take down the best players in the sport. You know your limits now, so you just have to be cautious to not mess it up again.” You told him, trying your best to reassure him and make him feel better. 

Nodding again, Hyoma smiled lightly at you, “I guess that’s true, huh? You always know what to say, don’t you, Y/n?” 

You nodded too, a smile forming on your face as well, “Pretty much.” You chuckled. 

Leaning forward, Hyoma quickly pecked your lips before retracting almost immediately, “I love you.” 

“I love you too, Chigiri Hyoma.” 

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #blue lock scenarios #bllk scenarios #chigiri hyoma #chigiri hyoma x reader #chigiri x reader #chigiri imagines #chigiri scenarios

[universaln0b0dy]

A dozen roses. (Twisted wonderland first years x reader

《Characters》 Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel and Sebek

《Summary》: You and him had a fight. For whatever reason and the other would only be forgiven if they would be brought a dozen Roses, handpicked.

《Note》: This was requested by @cyn-write , it's the second part to the housewarden one! Hope you enjoy! established relationship. Also romance. (And maybe it's a bit ooc)

Ace Trappola:

Ace could be a bit of an asshole and not just a slight bit, sometimes his whole personality seemed to just exist to make him an asshole and that's exactly what you said after he dared to pull a prank on you that got all your clothes wet and your homework ruined.

He even had the nerve to laugh when other students started to point at you and whisper, telling you that you should calm down, but you simply walked out of the room telling him that he shouldn't talk to you unless he brought you a dozen of Rose's and slammed the door shut.

To say Ace was baffled was an understatement, he was shocked and littarly sat through the whole history lesson mouth open, trying to process just what had happened.

During lunchtime you refused to sit on his table, rather sitting down with Floyd instead. Ace was baffled and Deuce confused.

"Did you two break up or something?" Deuce asks worried, but Ace shakes his head, explaining to Deuce what had happened.

Deuce sighs. "Well Ace, you have a mission!" Deuce jokingly says, watching Aces fall...

Its officially been a week and Ace hasn't brought you any flowers, not even a single one. You sigh, maybe you should have looked over that prank like you always did. You sigh, leaning back hearing a knock on the Ramshackle door. You walk towards it and open it, only to see Ace hold a bouquet of flowers into your face.

"I really want to apologise prefect. I really behaved like an ass the past few weeks, I hope you can forgive me." Ace mutters and you smile prying the flowers out of his grasp.

"Thank you, I really appreciate your apology!" Yoh mutter giving Ace a kiss on his cheek.

Deuce Spade:

You messed up big time. You knew that Deuce was sensitive about his past and you still teased him about it. Maybe Deuce wouldn't have reacted that way if he hadn't been stressed out before by Riddle, but well it was your fault and blaming someone else would not help you or Deuce.

You sigh starting to walk around NRC thinking about what to do as an apology, since you didn't want to just say: "hey I apologise for teasing you that day!" No that didn't feel right nor correct, Deuce deserved a very good and nice apology.

Deuce on the other hand was thinking about everything being his fault, he walked up and dow the dorm, annoying Ace. Deuce wanted to be a top student and a better person than he was in middle school and the first thing he did was snap at you.

He looked at Ace suddenly grabbing both of his shoulders and shaking him. "ACE, HOW DO YOU APOLOGISE TO YOUR PARTNER?"

Its officially been a week and both of you had been spending time to prepare the perfect apology, anxiously asking yourself if the other would not like the apology and in the worst case scenario break up!

You decide to catch Deuce on his way to class and he planned the same time and as the both of you came to a halt in front of eachother both of you yelled: "I AM SORRY!" And held out the Rose's to the other.

You look at Deuce in confusion. "What are you sorry about? You didn't do anything wrong!" You mutter while Deuce sighs.

"I shouldn't have snapped at you..." He muttered his shoulders slumping. You place your hand on his cheek with a soft smile, causing him to look up at you.

"No Deuce, you haven't done anything wrong! You had every right to snap, I shouldn't have teased you the way I did." You exclaim and Deuce started to chuckle, the flowers pointing towards the floor.

"Ace was right, we both are truly over complicating things!"

Jack Howl:

You felt horrible. You shouldn't have annoyed Jack, causing him to loose focus during training, having him end up in the infirmary. You felt really horrible, he wouldn't be able to take part in the game he had trained for so long all because you had to come annoy him.

You sigh, sitting in Ramshackle looking around to find ideas that would help apologise but no avail and you really didn't want to go to him without a proper apology.

Jack on the other hand was a bit confused on why you didn't come visit until he remembered you were you. He knew you would beat yourself up over everything thinking that everything was your fault and he was angry.

Well he was angry but not at you, the other student had send a disk flying his way that knocked him out almost, that was against the rules!

He was bed bound for now and he really wanted to see you. He watched the clock, asking himself just how long it would take you to talk to him.

It was now the end of the week and Jack hasn't been able to talk to you. He was allowed out of the infirmary a while ago and had been actively trying to search for you, but you were for some reason avoiding him.

He was sad and his ears and tail pointed downwards, his whole demeanor showing that he really felt sad. Until he sees you running towards him with a bunch of flowers, your hands slightly bruised from picking them.

"I am really sorry Jack! I shouldn't have come to the training and-and now you can't take part in the game you trained really hard for...." You can't continue because Jack had already started to hug you, his tail waving around.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, the other student shouldn't have thrown the disk that hard."

Epel Felmier:

Vil looked af Epel in confusion, usually the lavender haired male would complain about everything, but Epel just sat there with empty eyes, lost in thought.

Rook chimes in with a shocked face. "You have problems with monsior/mademoiselle trickster?" Vil sighs, that explained quite a lot, of course only his partner could make Epel look so sad.

Epel didn't want to be the bigger person! You and him had thought about the fact he got into a fight for you and you were mad at him for that, after all he could have gotten seriously injured. But what did you take him for? Some fragile flower?

He sighed, now he realized that he was in the wrong. You didn't even once say that he was weak, or frail. No, you were genuinely worried because he fought so recklessly.

Epel thought about how to apologise, remembering what his grandmother once told him: "The best apology I was ever given was when my husband brought me a dozen of handpicked roses. Picking flowers, especially taking the time to pick many of them is something everyone should appreciate!"

Epel nodded, he knew now how to apologise to you. With a dozen of handpicked roses, it wouldn't even matter if he pricked his hands, because he could handle a few scratches.

A week later you heard a knock on the Ramshackle door and you littarly run towards it, managing to trip and fall flat onto the floor, before standing up again and running towards the door.

Opening it you see Epel, holding flowers in his hands. Je scratched his neck akwardly before looking at you.

"I wanted to apologise for being so rude that day, I shouldn't have acted that way!" He mutters and holds the flowers out towards you. You take said flowers with a smile.

"I also wanted to say sorry, Epel. I completely forgot to thank you!"

Sebek Zigvolt:

Sebek was sad and everyone could tell. He had gotten into a fight with you about his devotion for Malleus, simply because you told him that he could leave him alone for a few minutes.

After that Sebek said some stuff that he couldn't take back, like calling you a weak and useless human. He felt horrible, especially after seeing the way you had looked at him, tears in your eyes, before running away from him.

Lillia noticed Sebeks mood immediately, the fae having known the boy for a long time. Like the father he was hs asked what was wrong trying his best to comfort Sebek, who was trying his best not to cry.

Lillia hadn't seen him like that often and the way Sebek looked right now, full with anxiety of accidentally ended the relationship he felt his heart throb.

Sebek had been so happy about getting together with you that he even turned his volume down once in a while, or talked about something other when Malleus. Lillia was set on helping Sebek apologise....

Its been a week and you still hadn't heard anything from Sebek. You had kinda hoped he would apologise to what he said, but maybe he didn't even care.

You sigh letting yourself plop into the grass before noticing someone walking towards you. It's Sebek!

"I really apologise for what I have said last week human. You aren't useless nor weak! You are someone that needs to be respected!" He loudly says and you smile taking the flowers, hugging Sebek out of the blue.

"Thank you and I apologise for getting frustrated. I know how important Malleus is to your country and you. So continue to do your best protecting him!"

(Finished! I hope you will enjoy this!)

#twisted wonderland #x reader #ace trappola #jack howl #deuce spade #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt #A dozen roses (twist scenario)

[spaghetti-man99]

Okay, so after seeing Asteroid City a bunch of times, I thought I should probably write down my thoughts, so here they are

(warning this is kind of long)

Thoughts On Asteroid City:

“4th wall break”, or When The Characters Become the actors:

Woodrow constantly looks at the “audience” (the camera) during the film, this is because the understudy is playing Woodrow and is not used to the audience

“I still don’t say I forgive you”: at first I thought this was Midge saying this to Augie, but upon watching it again, it actually seems to be the actor Mercedes saying it to the director Schubert, who had written her an apology letter.

“Hey, do you feel any different?”: this is a stretch, but the day after the alien takes the asteroid, Midge asks Augie if he feels any different. He answers that he doesn’t, and asks if that’s odd, and Midge says that she also doesn’t feel any different. Now, taking into account Augie’s actor Jones’ (probably) very fresh grief and shock over the death of his lover Conrad (the playwright), coupled with the fact that he doesn’t answer with his line immediately (probably because he’s dissociating), this makes me think that Midge’s actor, Mercedes, is actually asking if he feels any different now that Conrad is gone, and Jones is in too much shock to actively feel anything

The Quickie Gridle: In the scene where Augie burns his hand on the Quickie Gridle (something that Jones had asked Conrad about at the beginning of the film, “Why does Augie burn his hand on the Quickie Gridle?”), it looks as if Mercedes is in actual shock when his hand hits the griddle. She asks him why he did it, and his answer is, “it’s unclear” because Conrad never told him why.

(there is probably a great deal more that I don’t remember, I might add more

Augie/Jones:

I was put onto this by @mummer, and after going to see the movie again with the idea that the movie is partially about Jones trying to process his grief, a lot of scenes were put into a different light and honestly I enjoyed it even more.

Obviously, we have the scene where he goes on his backstage rant (which I did not realize he did while they were doing an active performance and not just a rehearsal). It seems to be him searching for the meaning in Conrad’s passing (and also the meaning of life in general) in his play, but being ultimately told by Schubert that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t understand the meaning, because he just has to keep going

“I feel like my heart is breaking, my own personal heart.” “Good.”: this comes across to me as Jones finally being able to get past his shock and actually feel something about Conrad’s passing through the lens of playing Augie and Schubert telling him that the pain is good and healthy

“Am I doing him right?”... “I think you’re doing him right.”: again, this could be a stretch, and it makes sense to interpret it literally, however… Jones is, again, actively grieving for a partner that could not be grieved in public. This could be his way of subtly asking if he’s doing it right, if he’s doing the play the way Conrad would have wanted, if he would have been happy with him and his performance, and Schubert’s answer of “I think you’re doing him right” could very well be an attempt to comfort him and saying that he is doing right by Conrad, that he would be proud of him.

“Use your grief.” Again, this could just be how the play was written, but if that isn’t some great advice for Jones I don’t know what is.

“I think you might have to try to replace me.”: The scene with the actress that played Augie’s wife and her quoting the dialogue to Jones, essentially speaking what has been going through his head since Conrad died.

Also I think it was extremely intentional that we get the news that Conrad died directly after the above scene.

Again, there are probably more that I forgot or have already been said somewhere else.

Misc.

(these are more just little things)

The way the cowboy Montana’s actor is not present in the beginning line up and is instead represented through a painting over the teacher June’s actor’s head

The little roadrunner puppet!! Which you can see being played with when Jones goes backstage

The little scene where the narrator just appears and then is like, “Am I… not in this one?” And then leaves and the actors go back a line of dialogue

The way we only see some of June and Montana’s relationship and only know they got together because the mechanic’s actor came out and told Jones

The picture of Augie’s wife being exactly how he described her in the little monologue

Augie’s laugh after he told the girls they weren’t orphans

“That business with the pipe and the camera and the eyebrow.” – Schubert to Jones

The scene with Schubert and his wife, I loved the way that even though Schubert is obviously torn apart by this, he still understands that his wife doesn’t love him the same anymore and lets her go

The memory game that the brainiacs play

Woodrow and his Grandfather have the exact same hairstyle

“I play him as a metaphor.” “For what?” “Well I don’t know, we never pinned it down.” – Jones and the actor for the alien.

The colors!!!

Basically all the times the brainiacs interacted

Where does Ricky's father sleep??? Where does Ricky sleep?? Cause they were not sleeping in the tent.

Montana's perfect, stereotypical cowboy speak

And so much more I might have to update this if I remember

#movies #asteroid city #wes anderson #movie thoughts

[acey-wacey]

Can you do headcanons on what if Yuu/Reader just bursts into their room/office and just say "I'M VERY GAY FOR YOU", as like a confession, and just leaves by running away?

By their, I mean Riddle, Azul, and Idia (And another character if you want to add)

(Ps. Your working is amazing and I admit, I confessed to my current partner like this, it worked so)

Fr?? I need to try that, maybe I'd get a girlfriend 😔

...

🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

It was a completely peaceful day for Riddle.

He'd just aced his exams, ADeuce hadn't caused too much trouble, the dorm members were all doing homework or reading quietly in the common rooms.

But as he enjoyed the tranquility, he heard stomping down the hall before you kicked open the door and pointed at him with determination on your face.

"I AM VERY GAY FOR YOU!"

All eyes turn to you as Riddle stared with utter shock.

"GOODBYE!"

Riddle hadn't even process what you said before you stormed back down the hallway.

He just sat there, completely frozen, as the freshman looked at him expectantly.

Everyone thought he was about to run after you and tell you you had broken a rule or something but he just stared blankly at the floor.

The silence was broken by Trey who bursted out laughing.

Cater lamented about how he didn't get it on camera.

Riddle stood up in his chair, possibly about to go after you, but he sat back down.

He repeated this process about four times before he put his head in his hands, the breakdown setting in.

"What in the Queen's name just happened?"

...

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

It just happened one day after class.

You weren't planning on saying anything but you passed the Mostro Lounge and Azul was right there so you just...

"Hey, bich! I'm gay for you!"

You left right after, not wanting to give yourself enough time to regret it.

Azul just freezes.

Floyd and Jade try to get him to move but he is still staring at the door where you yelled your confession at him.

You broke him.

About ten minutes later, he relocates to his office, staring at his wall, trying to process what you said.

Maybe it was the aggression of the statement or the confession itself but he really cannot get it through his head that you are gay for him.

Eventually Floyd has to kidnap you and bring you to the Mostro Lounge to fix Azul since he's hasn't left his office in a week.

You have the conversation and he tries to make you sign a contract stating that your confession is legally binding and you cannot revoke your words.

It's very silly but you agree on the condition that he goes on a date with you.

He's broken again.

...

🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

To be honest, you thought it would be kinda funny to see his reaction.

One part of your brain says that it's a bad idea but the impulse control is not strong.

When the two of you win a Valorant round together, you scream it into the mic while celebrating.

"I AM SO GAY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW."

You are a little concerned about the crickets on the other side of the voice chat.

Before you could say anything, he logged off of the game and left the vc.

A few minutes later, a frantic Ortho almost broke your door down and dragged you to the Ignihyde dorm.

Idia was curled up in a ball on his bed, rocking back and forth with a dazed expression on his face.

His hair is a dusty pink and it's glowing brighter than you've ever seen it before, matching the splotchy blush on his face.

When he notices that Ortho brought you, he screeches and tries to scoot back but he has already backed himself into the corner.

You giggled and sit down on his bed, comfortably far from him but close enough that he could touch you if he wanted.

"I meant it, Idia. I am gay for you."

Idia.exe has stopped working.

Ortho is in a panic once more.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader

[indibutterfly]

One shot fic about Showtime where Caine "mildly" celebrates how he isn't the smallest/shortest member of the group anymore when Pomni arrived at The Tent!

This one was a bit tricky, but I think I got it! (Hopefully)

Hope you like it!

“Ah Crap, I can’t reach it.” Gangle said trying to fit into the small room.

“Hate to break it to ya ribbons, but I highly doubt you are going to fit in there.” Jax snarked from the outside.

“I really thought I could get it by myself.” Gangle nearly sobbed, as she exited the room.

“You might be made out of ribbons Gangle, but there is no way you are short enough to get your crayons.”

“Well you were the one who scared me and made me drop them in the first place.” Gangle pouted. Jax chuckled and patted her head.

“Don’t worry your little head Gangle, we can just ask the shortest member of the circus to get them for you!” Almost as if on cue, Caine teleported right next to Gangle and Jax.

“Did someone say my name?!”

“Uh no, neither one of us said your name, but since you’re here could you do me and Gangle a favor?” Caine pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, trying to act like he was about to do something extraordinary.

“What can I help you with Jax?!”

“Could you bring Pomni here?” Caine was confused at this request.

“Pomni? What do you need her here for?” Jax could tell Caine was getting a tad annoyed at the fact that Pomni was needed instead of him. Gangle face palmed as she practically could read what Jax had in mind.

“Just bring your jester here, would ya?” Caine raised his eyebrows (did he even have those?), nevertheless with a snap of his fingers Pomni was teleported to them. She stood there with a shocked look on her face as she tried to process what was happening.

“Pomni my dear! It seems as though Gangle and Jax are in need of your assistance! I am not quite sure what you could do for them that I can’t do, but still they insist on you!” Pomni blinked her eyes, finally catching up with everything that was happening. With a shake of her head, she was able to process everything better.

“Uh sure? What do you guys need?” Jax grinned and pointed towards the small hole-like room.

“Gangle here needs you to grab her crayons that mysteriously disappeared down there.” Pomni nodded and hopped into the tiny room with ease. She quickly was able to retrieve the crayons without any issues.

“That’s what you needed her for! Why couldn’t you have asked me to help you? I could’ve just gotten it for you I am the shortest member of the circus after all!” Caine asked with a shocked tone of voice.

“Well you see Caine you aren’t. Well at least not anymore. Pomni here is now the shortest member of the circus, and is way better at fitting into small places.” Caine floated dumbfounded at this new information. Pomni was…..short. The silence was awkward but short lived.

“I am going to get back to my drawings, thank you Pomni for your help.” Gangle said before walking away to another room.

“It’s my job to bother her, and I am on the clock. See ya!” Jax ran off quickly in the direction of Gangle. The ringmaster just floated in silence, causing his jester to be quite uncomfortable.

“Uh Caine?” She tapped the end of his heel, causing him to quickly snap out of whatever trance he was in.

“Pomni my dear! I just had the greatest revelation!” He said as he picked her up and twirled her around.

“Oh really? What is it?”

“You are short!” Pomni looked at him with a weirded out expression.

“Don’t you see my dear! I have always been the shortest member of the circus! However, you have beaten me in terms of short height!” Pomni nodded her head slowly.

“I don’t see why that’s a thing you are excited about, but uh yeah I am short.”

Caine gave her a giant squeeze before putting her down on the ground.

“I’ve got to go my star! There are so many things I have got to do at this moment!” Pomni felt some unease. Normally when her partner says that it usually ends in her having to do something unorthodox, but at the moment she didn’t really care. A few hours later though, Caine teleported her to his location with what appeared to be a huge smile on his face.

“My dear, would you be so kind as to assist me with something?” He said in a way too excited tone.

“What is it Caine?”

“Well I seemed to have dropped my staff and it rolled under that chair. I am afraid I am unable to retrieve it due to my height. Would you be a dear and help me get my staff?” Pomni rolled her eyes. She would do it of course, but now that Caine has found something new and “exciting” for him he is going to make sure that he continues to do it until the rest of the cast (or in this case Pomni) yelled at him. She was right. He had a numerous amount of “jobs” and “ways she can help”. After a while of this taking place, she decided to talk to the ringmaster.

“Uh Caine, can we chat for a second?” Caine floated towards his lover.

“Why of course my love! What exactly would you care to discuss?”

Pomni took a deep breath.

“Why exactly are you giving me jobs fit for a short person? I get that I am short, but it’s starting to get really annoying.” Caine took off his hat and gave a soft expression towards Pomni.

“That certainly was not my intention, I simply thought it was really interesting having someone be shorter than me. I had no intention of being considered annoying my dear! I was more excited and curious! I hope you can look past this error.” That actually made a lot of sense to Pomni. Being an AI who’s seen everyone else be greater in size, seeing someone of a different height is interesting. She gave a slight chuckle and patted him on the shoulder.

“It’s fine Caine. As long as you promise to not make me do any “short tasks” again.” Caine placed his hat back on his head and scooped her up into his arms.

“I make no promises on that my dear! I think your height is rather adorable! I am going to show everyone that only my cute jester has the ability that no one else possesses here!” Pomni gave a small laugh.

“Are we just going to ignore the fact that you can magically teleport things and change the sizes of spaces?”

Caine laughed along with Pomni.

“For this instance, I suppose we shall my love!”

Fin~

(I am still doing ship one-shots. If you have an idea send me an ask or comment and I will do it. As long as you follow the guidelines.)

#the amazing digital circus #tadc caine #caine tadc #tadc pomni #caine x pomni #pomni tadc #showtime ship #tadc jax #tadc gangle #pomni x caine #tadc fanfiction #fanfic

[whatiswhump]

Part 2: They Thought He was the Villain

CONTINUATION :)

Note- Sorry the partner isn't in this one but there is a good amount of mentioned torture, non con manhandling, nonsexual nudity etc... BUT she will return!

Part 1

---

When they took the hood off of him he was in a concrete room. He kept his eyes on his knees on the floor, not daring to bring them any higher. At least the tears had stopped, dried salt on his cheeks now.

“Villain, you stayed hidden for quite some time. I have to say I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were capable of that.”

The boots in front of him were familiar. He knew these boots. He would never forget them. It was foolish of him to think that he could leave them in the past.

A hand reached down and took his chin to lift it. He closed his eyes, clenching them shut.

“Look at me Villain, open your eyes.”

The fingers gripped tighter, verging on painful… a warning.

“Open them.”

So he did. In front of him, better illuminated, was the personification of his nightmares, the Captain.

“You know…. I couldn’t have shocked you back there. But it was good to know you still respond to the threat. Perhaps our training was more effective than I thought.”

He couldn’t have… But the words- the feeling, so visceral. It hadn’t crossed his mind to not obey, nothing had in fact. Just pure fear. And now shame. Coiling deep in him, so pathetic.

And now the collar was back too, the Captain linked a finger through it, Villain winced at the touch, all to aware of how easy it was to set off.

“You’re quieter now. I like that. I wonder if that pretty girl liked that. Does she know what you did? Or more to the point, what I did to you?”

He shook his head minutely, pathetic tears threatening again.

“Should have known that would you ruin more lives while you were out, more than your own… Good thing we’ve got you back home, huh?”

He blinked back the tears, trying not to make a sound but not lifting his hands to wipe them away. Not that he could.

“I asked you a question, what do you say?”

“Yes, sir-“ Villain whispered back with a quivering voice.

The grip tightened again. He choked on his congestion trying to speak, “I- am happy to be home -sir.” Tears wouldn’t stop falling.

He sighed and paced the room a few steps away from him, “…But you’re going to have to be punished for what you did- all the time and resources wasted on bringing you back. You know that right? How wasteful you’ve been?”

He closed his eyes again, tears spilling out silently as he nodded.

“Mhm." Then he paused for a few beats, perhaps savoring the moment, "If you don’t fight it, it may be easier, it’s up to you.”

It wouldn’t be easier, he knew that.

“Bring him over to intake. We will begin in the morning once he’s processed.”

Rough hands grabbed him, pulling him up off his knees and dragging him forward. He trained his eyes back downwards, too familiar with what would come next.

___

First they removed the chains. Then his clothes- just a pair of boxers and thin pajama pants anyway. Then he was chained to the shower room wall for the power washing.

…

He wish he didn’t scream.

—-

After:

The institutional lice powder,

Shaving his head- the long inches of freedom sheared away to the floor,

Dental and cavity checks,

... Then the first dose.

—-

“Villian, you know how this goes. Take it.”

The guard was impatient, irritated when Villain didn’t open his mouth for the tablets to be poured in.

But Villain couldn’t open his mouth. It wasn’t a choice so much as a sheer inability to. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was too dehydrated for that. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t… willingly take it again.

“They said he was already trained.”

A radio screech filled the room, “Medication reinforcement for Prisoner 3620.”

There was no retreating, he was already surrounded.

The steel door buzzed and clicked.

—-

Everything else went quickly after that. He fought, or at least he tried.

They beat him until he was wheezing on the floor and then pried open his mouth, poured the pills in, and closed it for him, holding his nose closed and massaging his throat to force him to swallow.

He wasn’t given clothing yet, that was to be earned.

—-

Then he was alone.

Not that it mattered. He was too disoriented to even know that. But he knew there was a grief.

He was home again.

—-

“Villain, I am surprised you refused your medication yesterday, I thought you liked it, a pathetic thing like you, the sedation must be a relief.”

His left cheek was still on the concrete floor, eyes vaguely unfocused staring ahead at the boots again.

“But then again, I knew a little obedience training would be in order, I work miracles but you did weasel out after all...

Don’t worry though, you’ll never want to do that again.”

He blinked.

A boot caught him in the stomach.

“Are you listening, Prisoner 3620? I am going to make you good again, better than before and I am going to enjoy it… You might not though.” There was a familiar smile. A familiar pleased voice.

“Get him up.”

Two guards shifted him to sitting against the wall of his cell. Again, the hand under his chin, so he made eye contact. Like he was trained.

The man kept speaking but the words warped and muddled in the air, the medication was taking him under again.

Then the beating began. Again.

Then he was wet, soaking and cold. The beating continued. There was blood in the water.

The voices continued. He tried to drag himself away at one point. Then the shocks started. He stopped trying to get away. He thought he remembered how this went. Someone laughed. Then black.

…

Then there were the boots again, he didn’t know how he got there, he couldn’t quite focus.

Shock- He understood this. They wanted him to pay attention.

He was being dragged somewhere. He wouldn’t get into the chair, more shocks. Why did he have to be bad. He didn’t like being bad.

He woke up in a chair, strapped in. How had he gotten there?

There were men in white coats. Another injection.

Another?

“My shifts ending in 20, up for a drink after?”

“Sure, Marie’s at her sisters tonight with the kids.”

“Poor bastard, we’re going to have to hose off the chair after.”

A laugh.

“Get Simmons to do it.”

He was on the ground. Boots.

He was wet. Soaked through.

Blood or water?

“Villian, one last time, will you do as the captain says or would you like more shocks?”

What did the captain say?

He was drowning, he couldn’t breath.

He was on the ground.

Why didn’t he have any clothes on?

Where was F-?

“If he won’t eat, force feed, he doesn’t get out that easy.”

Ground. Something sharp.

Boots.

Electricity.

Water.

Boots.

Crying.

And crying.

“Pathetic piece of shit. How’d he ever manage to get out in the first place?”

“Beats me, but when it happened, the Captain went ballistic, something in him snapped. Obsessed with the bastard… accidentally killed a different prisoner right after.”

“You think he’ll kill this one?”

“No, but the poor bastard would be lucky if he did.”

Shock. Puddle of water.

Someone was stroking his head. Someone was combing his wet blood soaked hair with their fingers.

“That’s it... attaboy, you’re learning again.”

He groaned a small pitiful noise.

“You can be good, you’re showing me that right now. Mhm… Good boy.”

His head wasn’t on the concrete and there were no boots.

His head was on khaki. A leg.

“Ah-ah. Don’t move.”

A hand gripped his hair. It hurt. A warning.

He thought it had been buzzed? When was that?

He stopped. And his breathing stopped too. But the bone deep pain in every inch of his body persisted.

“I bet you wish you were dead right now.” The voice mused playfully.

Did he? It made sense, maybe he did.

The hand went back to stroking, “Too bad you’re mine. And you’re going to stay here forever... Never allowed to die. Never allowed to leave.”

He thinks he remembers this. Something like this before.

He’s home. Isn’t he?

---

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[rwbyvein]

Snow Wraiths: Ghosts of the Passed

Ghost of Pyrrha: *possesses Winter's body*

Winter(P): I am not sure what I was expecting.

Ghost of Penny: Are you sure this is a good idea?

Winter(P): At this point, it is more experimentation.

Winter(P): *surprised look*

Winter: Would you care to tell me who you are, and how it is you are able to possess my body?"

Winter(P): *bowing*

Winter(P): I'm sorry.

Winter: you say that, but are still possessing my body.

Winter(P): I'm sorry, but I'm a friend of your sister.

Winter: Is this a Semblance?

Winter(P): Oh, no, I'm dead. It wasn't a clean death, so I cannot pass on.

Winter: . . .

Winter(P): I would like to thank you for being so accomodating.

Winter: Emotional responses have never been especially strong in my family.

Ghost of Penny: And rational ones?

Winter: *looks around*

Winter: Who's there?

Winter(P): I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to sit down.

Winter: *strides over to her couch and sits down, crossing her legs*

Winter: Well?

Winter(P): I am the ghost of Pyrrha Nikos.

Winter: *sits up properly*

Winter: I had hoped to meet you.

Winter(P): And my friend is the Ghost of Penny Polendina.

Winter: *goes pale*

Winter(P): It seems she will need time to process this.

Weiss: *steps into the room*

Ghost of Penny: *possesses Weiss*

Weiss(P): Walks over to the couch and sits down.

Weiss(P): Can we hug?!

Winter(P): Mayhap we should find calm her first.

Weiss (sarcastically): Oh, don't let me interupt you.

Winter(P): I suppose you would not recognize us.

Winter(P): *breathes deep*

Winter(P): Would it help if I say "Hello Again?"

Weiss: *curious expression*

Winter(P): The first time we met, you asked me for a favour.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): A gentils chevalier was approaching.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): He called you "Snow Angel."

Weiss: *eyes wide with shock*

Weiss: *calms herself down*

Weiss: And, myself?

Weiss(P): Beep-Bop-Boop

Weiss: . . .

Weiss: Penny?!

Weiss(P): Friend Weiss! It has been so long since we could speak!

Weiss(P): Is that why you are doing this?

Winter(P): Actually, we're going to turn you into sex slaves for Jaune.

Weiss: O.O

Winter(P): Willingly.

Weiss: And... I am supposed to just... accept this?

Winter(P): Accepting is the point of this.

Weiss: And... my sister?

Winter(P): A necessary sacrifice.

Weiss: *nearly panicking*

Winter(P): *places her hand on Weiss' knee*

Weiss: *relaxes*

Winter(P): As I said, everything we do here will be voluntary.

Weiss: It... has been... too long...

Winter(P): Could you bring up the picture?

Weiss(P): *starts playing with her scroll*

Scroll: *Thirsty Weiss in the Ever-After*

Weiss (nervously): How did you?..

Winter(P): We cannot pass on. Where did you expect us to go?

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): It seems your opinion of my partner has changed over the years.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): It's just us girls, here. And you do not have to worry about me trying to cut into your claim.

Weiss: Who says it's my claim?!

Winter(P): *gestures to the picture*

Winter(P): Or maybe you would like to think back to Haven.

Weiss: . . .

Winter(P): I know what you were thinking.

Weiss: How could you possibly?... Yes.

Weiss(P): *giggles*

Weiss: And where is my sister, in all of this.

Winter: I am here, sister. My apparent absence is excused by the fact I have not come to any conclusion about this.

Winter (accusingly): You have spoke quite a bit about this gentleman, sister. You are either infatuated, or planning a vendetta, and I can only support one of those things.

Weiss: Sister!

Winter: Present circumstances aside, if you have feelings for this gentlemen, then you should not be afraid to pursue them.

Weiss: *scoff*

Weiss: Is that why you are here? To get Jaune and myself to?..

Winter(P): Oh, no. We wish to join you.

Weiss: Sister?!

Winter: I do not know if the feelings are my own, but - I find myself intrigued by this gentleman.

Winter(P): *stands up*

Winter(P): *offers Weiss her hand*

Weiss(P): *takes the hand and allows herself to be pulled to her feet*

Weiss: Do you really think you can force me to do?..

Weiss(P): Friend-Weiss, you have yet to even attempt to resist.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #winter schnee #ghost of pyrrha nikos #ghost of penny polendina

[mamawasatesttube]

With timkon who do you think fell first? And who fell harder?

GOD ive been turning this over in my head all day and it's so hard to answer in those terms i feel like!!! theyre SUCH a friends to lovers in my mind that they just melt into each other so hard. augh lets see though okay okay lemme try

i DO think they both had crushes on each other in their yj98 days. (i mean... "i know i'm gonna die i just wish i could talk to kon one last time" ???? "hey robin anyone tell you your voice drops like an octave when you get all commander-like" I KNOW WHAT YALL ARE.) but i DON'T think either of them realized it. they were both just kids still way too deep in the closet for that.

tim DEFINITELY started going off the deep end wrt kon's death. i think he was still figuring out the whole "bisexuality" thing while getting whammied left and right by shock/trauma/grief all steamrolling him flat in the world's worst conga line, so i don't think he fully registered that the feelings he was having were explicitly romantic, but he was definitely feeling ways. i mean, like. he absolutely kissed cassie as a substitute for kissing kon. when he actually put it together that thats what he was doing, though... i don't think it all really came together for him until after he was done brucequesting and actually got to breathe and let himself process. he was already head over heels at this point. he just didn't know.

for kon, i think it's this really slow, gradual thing, where feelings of friendship melted into a very deep and intimate bond without words somewhere between "best friends" and "romantic partners", again without him really having the self-awareness to put that sort of label on it. post-resurrection kon is just so introspective, i think it just sorta comes to him one day that, like, oh. he'd like to be close to tim forever. he knows he's into guys at this point but bc of his sexual trauma + dating history i do think it takes him a HOT second to clock that this feeling of intimacy and comfort is, in fact, romantic attraction.

so "who fell first" and "who fell harder" is just so confounded by both of them not even fucking realizing they fell for each other for so long kjsdfjksd like arguably they both fell pretty early, and tim fell REALLY hard while kon was dead, but i also don't think they REGISTERED that at all!!! theyre a lil stupid!!!

that said. when they have both figured out they're into each other, kon is def the one who's pretty calm about it like oh :) i love tim and i just want to be near him all the time. whereas tim is out there like oh my god he's holding my shoulder. he does that all the time i will not overthink this but oh my god what if he would hold me more WAIT IM NOT GOING TO OVERTHINK THIS and im NOT going to daydream about OHHHHH MY GOD he put his jacket on me oh fuck oh fuck im going to be normal im NORMAL is that his favorite cologne i can still smell on the collar. oh GOD did he just notice me sniffing the collar of his jacket like a creep ah fuck okay im a creep im a weirdo what the hell am i doing here WHY is this not actually distracting me from the way i can definitely still smell his cologne shit shit fuck-----

(and then they kiss. eventually. <3)

#tim #kon #timkon #answers

[armaniinthehayloft]

life as we know it. ( part three )

in which two of you and jack’s closest friends have passed in an accident and for some insane reason, leave the two of you their home and in custody of their infant daughter, josie.

sorry for any mistakes if there r any i haven’t proofread or edited this yet

“Oh come on, Y/N. I didn’t even drink that much. You need to loosen up.” He half-truthed. “No, Jack, it isn’t fair that I feel like I’m the only one whose carrying my own weight and taking a second to consider people other than myself.” Your voice began to crack, you didn’t like being vulnerable around others and especially not around Jack. But right now you felt overwhelmed and hopeless and you didn’t care who knew.

“It’s not fair that you’re the one who gets to loosen up or say you’re working and then come back drunk.” You said with your head buried in your hands. There was a tense silence that hung in the air for a few moments until Jack finally spoke.

“I’m sorry.” That was the most stable and sincere his voice had sounded all night. “I know I’ve done irresponsible things and this is probably the worst of them but it’s just hard for me to process the fact that we have a child to take care of.”

“I get to take of a child with the girl that I’ve been horribly trying to replace with girls for the last 4 years and I am absolutely failing.” You sighed, you couldn’t tell if what he was saying was true.

“Drunken words are sober thoughts Y/N,” He said as if he knew what you were wondering “I mean what I say despite what I usually do.” You remained silent, trying to stay calm as you searched for the right response in your head.

“You’ve got to act like it, Jack. I doubt you’ll remember most of this conversation in the morning but please remember that it’s not only me and you that you’ve got to maintain and keep under control. Josie is our daughter now, even if it isn’t by blood.”

Jack nodded. “I’m a father.” That was the first time he’d ever really processed that fact properly or said it out loud. He was a father.

The next morning, you and Jack were on top of things. After waking Josie up and getting her dressed, you all headed out to the grocery store. Which you still weren’t sure was the best idea for Jack because of his recent rise in fame. But he assured you, it’d be fine.

You placed Josie into the baby carrier of the shopping cart, smiling as she giggled whenever you moved. You guys strolled through the store, picking up necessities like diapers and food. ( You were tired of cooking and Jack couldn’t cook even if he truly tried. )

Suddenly, a young girl stopped Jack as you walked into the cereal isle. “Jack Harlow?!” She practically screamed. You smiled as you saw his face and hers light up. One thing you liked about Jack was even he was confident in himself and his art he still managed to be down to earth and one of the most humble people you knew.

You waited patiently for them to take their picture, beginning to walk off until the girl approached you too. “Are you Jack’s girlfriend?” You were shocked, unsure what to say. “No, just a friend of mine.” You let out a sigh of relief that he responded for you but also felt a strange feeling in your stomach at the fact that he was so quick to deny you as his partner. ‘You’re overthinking things.’ You thought to yourself, rolling your eyes.

“It was nice to meet you, Jalen but we’ve gotta go. Thank you for listening to my music it really means the world.” You two watched the girl walk off, hearing a mumbled ‘he’s so fine’ when she thought no one was around.

The two of you snickered like children, Josie confused but joining in just because she loved to giggle.

“Why is my phone blowing up so suddenly!” You groaned as you set down grocery bags onto the floor to check your phone.

‘67 unread messages on Instagram’ A notification read. “What the fuck..”

You opened Instagram, your eyes widening at the first post you saw on your feed. The shade room had posted the picture of Jack and the little girl with you and Josie in the background unknowingly with the caption ‘Jack Harlow settles down with a girlfriend and baby?!’

You groaned in frustration. Just yet another bad thing to happen to you this week. You felt like you had been cursed or like you were having a horrible dream.

#fanfic #jack harlow #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow smut #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow fanfic

[fang-and-feather]

My first fic for @polyamships' Multiamory March

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Rating: G

Category: F/M, M/M, Multi

Relationship: Napoleon Bonaparte/Sebastian/MC (mostly Sebastian x Napoleon Centered)

Prompt(s): Kiss

Tags: Fluff, Developing Relationship, First Kiss, Unnamed Female MC, Sebastian's POV

Words: 621

Summary: Akihiko wasn't used to be so visible lost, but it was hard to let go of the role he'd taken for his job for years and the admiration he had for Napoleon for years, to focus on the fact the ex-emperor was now his boyfriend and take the first step on their relationship.

There are characters I get the hang of writing them from the start, sometimes without even reading much about them. Sebastian is one of the hit or miss ones, though, I still need to get used writing him... Especially in something like this.

Also that time I thought of writing an angsty alternative to a fic I was writing... I think this would be the happy ending.

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Having Napoleon as his boyfriend was like a fantasy. His admiration for the ex-emperor had turned into a crush after they met. But it was like a celebrity crush, an attraction to someone unattainable. Besides, he noticed quickly, his heart still belonged to someone else. His ex-girlfriend, who fell back into his life after years, only to fall in love with Napoleon herself.

And now he was here, with both of them, who fought hard for him. The ones who changed his world. He never thought he would be committing himself to a relationship, let alone to two people, the old lover he thought he lost and his longtime hero.

Even if he was expecting the kiss, even after all the discussions about this relationship, and all the progress they made, the fact that Napoleon was purposefully kissing him was enough to make him freeze, his mind unable to process the overwhelming amount of thoughts and emotions rushing through.

Napoleon broke the contact with a playful smile, but despite catching the movement, Sebastian took longer to realize the kiss had ended. Hard to when the warmth lingered on his lips and his mind was still lost in the ecstasy of it.

“Why do you look so surprised?” Napoleon laughed.

It really wasn’t the first time Napoleon kissed him, in fact, he had accidentally kissed nearly everyone in the mansion, but he did so while asleep. It was the first time the kiss had been on purpose. The first time there were actual feelings behind it.

“I think you crashed him.” He barely registered her words before she was standing before him. “Will this reboot you?” And she looped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “I know our boyfriend is strikingly hot, but you’ll just have to get used to it.” She whispered in his ear.

She was right. The idea of someone like Napoleon liking him was shocking, but it was real, and he would have to get used to it.

Easier said than done. And his response was to kiss her back, surprising her.

“Like you got used to me?” He whispered when she blushed and looked away.

“This is different. You caught me by surprise.” She kissed him again, then pulled away and turned to Napoleon, giving him a gentle peck. “I’ll let you boys to get better acquitted.” She left the room with a playful wink at them.

There was silence after their girlfriend was gone. With Napoleon curiously studying him, Akihiko took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions.

She was right. He had to get used to direct attention from Napoleon. Get more comfortable with his boyfriend.

Just because he felt like a young girl who finally got attention from her crush, didn’t mean he had to act like one.

“Do I intimidate you that much?” Napoleon asked, still sounding playful.

“No, Monsieur. I…”

Napoleon kissed him.

“As much as I wouldn’t mind being called that in other circumstances, this is not like you. I am your partner now, too. You can treat me like you do her.”

The same as he did their girlfriend? He was sure that was not how a multi relationship like this worked, but it helped him focus on the man before him less as The Napoleon Bonaparte and more as his boyfriend.

Before he could lose himself to that wonder again, Akihiko bridged the gap between them, threading his fingers through Napoleon’s silky locks, surprised at how his boyfriend stayed so docile under his touch, and remained so when pulled into a new kiss.

And their first step into this new life tasted faintly of strawberries and cinnamon, from the desserts they had made earlier.

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[lavenderbunnbun]

Gods having my owners inspect my holes. Poly/T4T/ DomDomSub / dubious consent, speculum play, and general hole abuse

Sitting and waiting for them both to walk in the room and talk to me. One leading me to the table by my leash while the other follows, something behind their back. I sit on the table and get leand back while looking at the two of them. Telling me to spread my legs and be a good pet. Being scared and trying to move away. Then one grips my throat and holds me down while the other tie my legs and hands down. I struggle and whimper, asking what they're going to do to me.

"A hole inspection pretty pet, it's been so long since we've made sure you were performing to our standards."

The other smirks and continues "last time your poor bunny cunt couldn't handle their dick as much as it usually does."

The first nods and grins "exactly bun bun, were just making sure our bunny is healthy. Isn't that a good thing? We just wanna be sure your pretty body is feeling good."

One smacks my dick with the palm of their hand. I gasp and cry out on pain. Pulling against my restraints and whimpering. My dick throbbing and my knees shaking as they are unable to close.

"ah reflexes are looking good. Ah hmmm but what's this?"

They others starts to grope my ass. Moving their fingers towards my hole. Rubbing my dick in the process before dipping their fingers inside me. My stomach jumps and i bite my lip.

"just as I thought." they say "this one has overactive glands. They're leaking just from the reflex test. I think I'll have to run further tests on this hole."

"oh ofcourse, we have to be completely positive." the other one says as they turn.

I hadnt seen what they had set down after they finished choking me. They picked up and brought over lube and a metal tool with hinges and curved sheets. They passed my other partner the object as they both stared at me.

They shifted in the seat they pulled up in-between my legs and started to touch my leg. "Do you know what this is?" I shake my head and they laugh together. "Our silly cock dumb pet. This is called a speculum. It's used to inspect holes. Bunny holes specifically tonight though bun bun."

They rubbed my hole more. The one who was watching started to move up my body. Their hands yanking up my tank top off my head.

"oh no we have a slight issue. It seems they left their top on. I guess we could untie them and take it off." They look at me and my eyes widen. I nod and start to speak before the other speaks up.

"they're just gonna pretend to be good, don't trust them. Just cut the thing off. We'll to shopping tomorrow."

A grin comes over the one at my chest, their fingers flicking my nipple as I start to struggle again. This couldn't be right but then why are they being so detailed about this. They're using special tools. They had to of ordered them. Could it be true? Do I need hole inspections?

Suddenly I'm snapped out of thinking to feeling my dick start to be licked and lube pushed into my hole. I gasped and moaned a little as my partner started to move the speculum into me. The cold metal was another shock, but not as shocking as when I heard sniping from my side. The cold glide of scissors. I knew my partner has medical scissors for shibari but I hadn't seen them anywhere.

"be still bunny, don't want me to cut you now do you?" He laughs before cutting the rest of my shirt off and yanking it off.

I feel the glide of more metal into me and I am once again distracted. I feel an ache in my hole but my partner confirms that it's fully in.

"perfect, now time to open it wider. But I'm ready to focus on your chest sensitivity" the other said as their mouth makes contact with my nipples. My dick jumping as I whine and buck my hips.

"don't make them jump like that, I want them to stay still while I open them up. I'll have a better view of their hole that way."

I felt the pressure against my hole grow. The metal was expanding inside me. I moaned, my hips starting to buck before being shoved down. My partner at my chest starting to move towards the top of my head. Moving their hands from my chest to their belt buckle.

They undo their belt and undo their pants. Pushing down their pants. They moved to the table above my face. They turned and gripped my hair to force my face down before they kneeled and sat on my face. Their t-dick slipping into my mouth. They moan and grip my throat harder. Grinding down and whimpering as I started to suck and move my tongue.

"ugh you're such a pleasure whore aren't you?" My other partner chimed in as I heard them stand and move. I heard the recognizable noise of their strap slipping on over their pants.

They walked over and gripped my partner's thighs. Shoving them onto my face hard. I moaned feeling myself gag on their dick while they grind down more. I felt my hole becoming slick as I whimpered and my dick twitched. suddenly I heard another moaning mouth as I looked up at my partner looking down at my face. Their mouth hung halfway agape before their thighs shuddered and I felt their cum gush into my mouth. Their bush and dick covering my mouth and making me gag for a second and choke. They sat before gripping my hair to steady themselves standing. My partners kissed before the one who rode my face kissed and licked some of their cum off my cheek.

"you ok bun bun?"

I nodded and in a dazed head I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out as a means to tease them for more dick and less mercy.

I'm brought out of the half bratty daze to my partners shocked tone"this is worse than I thought! They're absolutely dripping. Gods it's pooling on the tables. We need to make sure they can take us still."

My partner pats my cheek and kisses me again before walking and grabbing his favorite dick. It wasn't particularly long by degenerate standards but a solid 7 inches. However, it was thick. 2 and 3/4 inches. 3 would be atrocious but 2.5 just wasn't enough stretch for him.

I felt something starting to touch my hole. I gasped as I realized it was my partners dick. The one that I couldn't take fully the last time. They pushed it inside me. "C'mon good bunny. Good boy you're taking my dick so well." They held their dick in their hand and started to fuck me with it while sitting in the chair, leisurely as though they weren't stretching my hole while pulling the speculum out to leave my hole permanently stretched open on their dick.

The one who stood at my head yanked my hair down from looking at them fucking into my cunt back to over the table. Their dick slid down my throat. It was nearly suffocating. The push inside my holes to my breath being taken away from my throat. I gagged as I had a full body twitch and my dick started to leak.

My brain started to get more and more fuzzy. Maybe this was what I needed. My hole felt amazing and I must've needed this because it feels so good to melt onto both of their dicks. Their dicks stretched me more and I couldn't quiet remember when we started fucking or how long they'd been inspecting me. I kept getting closer. My body warm and my dick throbbing coming in twinges that shook my whole body

I tried to beg out some words that were something similar to a plea but I couldn't even open my jaw any wider. I shook as my partners started to fuck into me at even paces. My head spun and blood rushed though my ears. My dick melted and I could only remember drooling and melting between the twos dicks.

They'd cum. My mind was an overstimulated mess since they had barely even gotten started. I would twitch and whimper with even the slightest friction to my dick. They cleaned me up. Moving the washcloth gently over my dick and thighs. We all laid in bed after rehydrating. I laid between them as my head got heavier.

"you passed your inspection bunny, you're our good pet." One said as the other kissed me and ran his hands over my nipples to earn a twitch and moan.

"mmmm yes bunny you've done so good for us. Now that we've finished the inspection, we can get back to fucking our bunny more."

He held my legs against as the other started to fuck me with their dick. Both kissing and biting my shoulders and chest. They kept uttering praises in-between listening to my slutty moans. The night ended much later but I hadn't been told the rest of that yet

#corruption kink #ftm ns/fw #monsterfudger #breeding pet #breeding toy #breeding k1nk #bd/sm bunny #submisive and breedable #subby bunny #petpl4y

[softrozene]

Deserve Better

Anonymous requested: I adore your Molly x fem and I died at the fact they didn’t recognize Dutch in the bar. Can I get something similar but with Abigail? Like a f!reader shows Abby how she should be treated post ganvg and whisks her away from John? please don’t hurt my boy too much 😂 much love ❤️ 

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AKFDA Thank you! I am so glad you like my Molly stuff- And this? This is genius. I love the Marston family with all my heart but sometimes I agree that Abigail should be treated better (Thankfully we get that in the epilogue of the game- For however long that lasts :’))

Also, I know you said post gang but I just had to do it during.

Originally published on January 6, 2021

Abigail Roberts (Marston) x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, technical cheating? Abigail leaves John - John is like “wtf is going on”, per request John is not hurt that much - Just in shock, best friends to lovers.

Words: ~1,100

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In her own way, Abigail has always been really proud of you. You have never backed down from anyone despite being a woman yourself- And tend to take on the “manlier” missions to prove the men wrong. She looked up to you- Especially since you were there the year John left the gang.

It was tough on her, but you were her rock and best friend.

It was one of the reasons why she did not think much about Sadie also taking on a more masculine role. It was more fitting, and she loved how you and Sadie stood up for the women of the group- It was refreshing.

She could tell you everything- All her worries, even those she was too afraid to tell Hosea or Arthur. She confidently told you because you just listened. You did not offer advice unless she asked and you while everyone was rather careful with their words to avoid her wrath when it comes to the truth- You are blunt.

That is why she never really thought of you as a partner- Not until now when she asked for advice after seeing John, completely drunk, asking Karen to hook up. Thankfully, the latter had enough respect for Abigail and told John to basically fuck off.

Abigail had unfortunately overheard this encounter- But instead of her usual anger she felt towards John, she felt rather… Defeated.

Thus, making her come to you and this time instead of venting, asking for advice on what she should do. How to stop making a man who is too hesitant to her and somehow still denying Jack- Love them? How can she stop loving him despite all the pain he keeps causing her?

She thought she was going to lose him up in that mountain- She truly was grateful he was brought back alive but now… It feels like something did die back up there.

So now- She stares into your serious gaze and feels a bit nervous at your thoughts. You were not going to sugar-coat anything, and it truly was one of those traits she adores from you.

However, the first words that fly out of your mouth leave her in shock.

“You deserve better,” You state.

You go silent again and she processes what you say- Trying to fight off the anger and need to defend John because you are her best friend and she asked her for advice. She will listen to it with an open heart. You let out a sigh and look to be contemplating something.

Then finally you continue, “Listen- Abby. You deserve so much better. I know the love you have for John is strong and I can see as clear as day that he loves you too, in his own slightly fucked up way, but in the end, what you need is someone who will be there for you always. You not only have yourself to think of but you have Jack. I respect John I do but he is a shit father- He has been avoiding that boy since he was born- He even went out of his way to leave for a whole year. He is still pushing him away. I do not know what to tell you about that but for Jack’s sake, you need to figure out if you want that indecisive man to be in your life… Or-“

You stop talking making her serious expression urge you on. You do after you sigh.

“Or I can help you. Jack can’t have this life forever and he should get a shot at a normal life. We can leave the gang for good, I am already a pretty decent shot- I can get a job as a hunter or whatever, maybe even a bounty hunter, it doesn’t matter to me but I will help you get a beautiful home. I will help you whether that means just as best friends, Jack’s second mom, or even as a lover to you- You name it and I will do it,” You state.

Abigail pauses. Her expression falls as she processes your words and then she realizes that you technically confessed to her. That you have a thing for her. This brutally honest confession is opening up her eyes.

“Listen, forget I said anything about the lover part. I did not mean to make it weird. I will give you time to think about it and just know I did mean the last part. I will do whatever you name,” You say.

No- Abigail does not need time. She has not felt her heart race like this since she first fell for John. She can feel the honesty in your voice and to be honest- She did not think a fellow woman could be her lover but hearing you say it?

It is clicking into place. You have been there since Jack was born. You comforted her when John left- You have always been her rock- Her best friend. Maybe you were destined to be her lover? Open up her eyes and be there for her and Jack since John painfully does not want to.

“Let’s go then. Right now as lovers. I will go back up Jack’s things,” Abigail states seriously.

You raise an eyebrow and before you ask if she is sure- She nods her head. “Right now. I am going to explain to at least Arthur and Hosea since they care about Jack and I.”

“Alrighty- I will pack up the horses,” You say a smile on your face.

Your heart races and you feel… Happy- Not just because Abigail just said you can be lovers, but she is willing to leave everyone with you for her and Jack’s sake. She trusts you and you promise to not let them down.

Immediately- You can hear John’s shouts and wondering what the hell is going on. He shouts, “Where you going, Abigail? Where you taking the kid?”

He does not say his kid. When John follows her to your horse- He looks even more confused. Jack looks excited.

You help Abigail and Jack onto one of the horses (with the promise you will return or compensate it) for Hosea before getting onto yours. The whole time Abigail and John argue, and he finally gets fed up.

“Good riddance then.  Though I know you and you will come back eventually but hopefully you do not. Keep that kid for all I care,” He grumbles as he contradicts himself both in voice and looks.

You give Abigail one last look- To turn down your offer and yourself and instead she takes your horse’s reins and begins to lead the way to your new life together.

#softrozene writes #rdr2 x reader #red dead redemption 2 x reader #abigail roberts x reader #abigail marston x reader #female reader #fluff

[quicklikelight]

... In light of the last thing I reblogged, since I'm not actually sure if I ever I ever told folks here...

Mental health/medical diagnosis info under the cut.

I was misdiagnosed with bipolar disorder in 2010 following the birth of my son. I'd had anxiety, depression, and what I now know is OCD symptoms for years at that point, but they all got much worse after kiddo was born. I believe I've shared here before that I was very ill while pregnant, and nearly died before and during my emergency C-section that bright kiddo into the world. I have very few memories of my pregnancy but the ones I do have are impressed into my brain like the world's most depressing stamp collection: not neat pictures, but deep grooves that form shapes and can be laid over one another to see the cumulative chaos, the terror that I still feel every time someone puts a blood pressure cuff around my arm, the dissociation from my body that I still have because all I can remember was it hurting.

I had cptsd before I ever got pregnant, but my pregnancy made my symptoms so much worse, and a doctor who spoke to me for three seconds gave me the "convenient" diagnosis of bipolar disorder. I was a young woman in college, it was 2010, and he never asked me anything about my life. This diagnosis wasn't corrected until 2022.

I'm sharing this because in the past I frequently blogged about being bipolar. I wasn't bipolar though. What I thought was mania was just my behavior when I was triggered beyond my ability to ignore. What I thought was depression was... Well, it was depression. My life was miserable, my ex is a horrible human being who deserves to be thrown in a deep pit full of snakes, my family hates me and acts like it, I lived in Texas of all places, and on top of that I was working in a dead end job that I couldn't ever seem to escape.

In 2020, I was fortunate enough to move in with my friend LC and her family. We weathered the worst of lockdown together, our children becoming close friends, and I'm grateful for the time, energy, space, and love LC afforded me to begin recovering from a lifetime of wounds.

I'm 2021, I moved to New York state to live with my best friend, my heart's companion, @tofixtheshadows. Dea has been the best partner I could want as I grappled with my changing sense of self, the sheer madness and unreality of what my life used to be. I am so fortunate to call her my best friend and to be able to share my life with someone who knows me and wants to help me be better.

I found a psychiatrist in 2022 who changed my life when she said, "I believe everything you say that happened to you. I think bipolar disorder is a convenient diagnosis for a man to give a traumatized young woman when he isn't interested in doing his job well. You aren't bipolar, Anne. You have PTSD."

I was shocked. I shouldn't have been, since I already knew Dea thought I had PTSD. But it seemed so out of left field to me, that... Well, that maybe there hadn't been anything inherently wrong with me in the first place, as I had been led to believe, but that the years of horrible actions happening around and to me had just taken their toll.

It was liberating. Scary, but good.

I've been working with my psychiatrist and a therapist since to try and build more tolerance, better coping skills, and to process my trauma. It's slow going. Life doesn't stop because I need EMDR. But it's ultimately been so rewarding, and I'm still only in the early stages of the work.

Last year, for basically the first time in my adult life, I was able to go off of all my mood altering medications. I just didn't need them anymore.

I'm still in treatment and working toward goals that will probably take a while. But I am happy. I'm actually happy for the first time in my entire life. And to me, that's pretty much everything.

#about anne