#who hurt you sis

[megamindsecretlair]

I Was Born Depressed

Part 2 to original writing from college. Because sis 🥲 🤣🤣🤣 it's good to look back and wonder wtf I was going through.

I was born depressed.

Lemme give that to you again,

I was born depressed

In other words, I have an old soul

In other words, I am melancholy

In other words, why can't you just be happy?

Did you hear?

Happiness is a switch I can flip up or down

Happy or Depressed

Happy or Depressed

Until I'm lying awake at 2am wondering why I said that stupid thing,

In front of that stupid guy,

Two years, four months, eleven days, 1 hour, and 15 minutes ago.

But who's counting, amirite?

I was born depressed but I didn't realize it until

I stared at the TV for three days without blinking.

Until my brain grew fuzzier

Like a virus took hold of my head and crept up on me like a wind in Summer

It didn't happen suddenly. I didn't wake up and decide I was depressed.

First, I kept canceling plans

Feigning sickness.

Then, I yelled out, "I'm tired!"

Hoping someone will read between the lines. But I didn't know there were lines to read between.

I made plans for the future hoping that when Saturday came

I'd save up enough energy to reach into my purse for keys

To start my car and drive to that place to eat

To chat

And talk with friends who love me

I think

Anxiety grabbed hold of me and now she and Depression fight over me.

What if this happens? It won't. Yeah,

but

what if?

It doesn't matter anyway because we're all doomed.

In other words, I fear fear itself,

In other words, I see the bigger picture,

In other words, I am soul sick.

I was born depressed and I worry

It

Will

Bury

Me.

Taglist: @westside-rot @sageispunk @ciaqui @we-outsiiiide @browngirldominion @iv0rysoap @thecookiebratz @harmshake @nworbaij

#megaminds secret files #the secret original files #poetry #depressed poetry #old writing #writing from college #who hurt you sis #why were you like dis #💀💀💀

[softquietsteadylove]

Hello :) what do you think about Thenamesh Actors AU where they shoot a scene and a stunt scene ends up badly and Gil gets hurt?

"Okay," Gil murmured as he tested the strength of his harness. "Ready?"

"I suppose so," Thena murmured next to him as they finished securing her own harness. They were getting ready for the big 'jump' shot. They had built the actual platforms on the soundstage and everything. Of course they weren't literal stories high, but they were higher than she really wanted to think about, if she was being honest.

"Hey," he said softly, nudging her with his elbow. "I've done these a million times before. You get pretty used to them after a while. It'll go great."

Thena smiled. She had leaned on his expertise in stunting so heavily for the project, and he had been nothing but warm and kind about it the whole way. "I've never done a 'jump' this big before."

"Well," he looked across the set to the other platform. "I'm making the jump first. And then I'll be waiting on the other side to catch you."

"Right," Thena nodded, also looking at the distance. She just had to think of it in terms of her character. She had more faith than Thena did in most things, after all. And she had faith in her husband over anything--that was a core element of her performance.

Gil matched her mindset, "he would never let her fall."

Thena nodded, breathing through the silly little stutter of her heart in her chest. Gil really was a great actor--a little too good, actually.

"Back to one!"

"Okay," he gave her elbow a squeeze, "I'll see you on the other side."

Thena took a few deep breaths, getting into character for the cut whether this was her shot or not. She nodded to him, already in the mind of the woman who had married him and was very literally riding or dying with him for the rest of the film.

"Action!"

"I'll go first," he recited the line, giving her hand a squeeze as he did. He looked out over the gap, taking a running leap before jumping off their side of it.

The harness was fine. It was the cable that broke.

"Gil!"

He gripped the end of it, but it slipped out of its pulley, sending him plummeting to the ground from nine feet up in the air. He hit fast and hard, his pain ringing out over the fans blowing and the rumbling of the platforms.

Thena clawed her way out of her harness, batting away the multiple sets of hands on her. She tossed it off of her, rushing down the stairs to where Gilgamesh had fallen. "Gil, are you okay?!"

"Fuck," he cursed as the medics turned him over, clutching his arm.

"Oh god," Thena gasped, tears already slipping down her cheeks. She barely registered pushing people out of the way so she could kneel down next to him. Her hand went to his cheek, "Gil, look at me."

He struggled to do so, but he did it. "Hey."

"Hey," she smiled through her sniffling. She looked up at the on-set medics. "What happened?"

"Cable snapped, he fell with his full weight on his arm."

Thena glared up at the director and producers, already making career saving calls. "Why the hell wasn't the mat there?!"

"That's what the harness is for-"

"And clearly he got hurt anyway!" she barked back at them, cradling Gil's head against her lap protectively.

"Thena, it's okay," he grumbled. He was clearly not okay.

"I'm sorry," she sniffed again, tucking her hair behind her ears as she looked down at him, "I'm sorry, you try to stay still."

Gil sighed as she laid his head on her thighs, stroking his hair as the medics stabilized his arm and pulled out a temporary sling. "This is really gonna fuck us up."

Thena tightened her hand on his good shoulder, "they're lucky I don't burn this place to the ground."

Gil chuckled, trying not to jostle his arm as he did. He looked up at his beautiful co-star with a smile. "I'm glad it was me and not you."

Thena sighed, shaking her head at him. "Can you be less sweet right now, please? I am trying to be angry."

"Well, be angry later," he remarked lightly as the painkillers the medics gave him started to kick in.

"Seems to be a clean break, they'll give him more stuff at the hospital," the medic said. "Ambulance is already on the way."

"Can she come with me?" Gil asked lightly, pointing up at Thena with his good hand, although the hand floated around a little.

"Sh," Thena whispered, taking the hand in hers and lowering it back down to his chest tenderly. "It's okay, Gil."

"Please?" he looked first at the medic - who didn't give a shit who went with him or not - and then at Thena. "I'd feel so much better if she did."

"We can't lose both our stars in one day!"

Thena glared up at the director again, "you broke his arm. I'm going to the hospital with him. And then I'll call our agents and see how the hell we're going to fix this mess!"

She would call both their agents, if they didn't already know. She would also have to call Sprite so she could meet them there, just in case it took a long time for Gil to be processed. And they had to go through the trouble of keeping his identity as quiet as possible so the studio could try and get on top of things-

"Hey."

Thena looked down at Gil, already half-loopy from the pain meds they'd given him. He had threaded their fingers together, but she wasn't about to tear her hand away if it was of any comfort to him.

"Don't leave me," he whispered up at her, "okay?"

Later she would remember it was technically a line from the script, not that Gilgamesh was likely lucid enough to remember that. But she leaned over, kissing his forehead to release the furrow of his brows. "I'm right here with you."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #You guys want the hurt/comfort huh? #well #I am here to deliver #I hope you like it #Thena goes with him in the ambulance #he's already all drugged up for the pain #everyone who talks to him #he points at Thena like #that's my wife! #and she just holds him and whispers sweet nothings to him #hoping he doesn't remember too much of this on the other side #Sprite meets her at the hospital like #wow sis you didn't tell me you were married #Thena tells her to shut up and go buy him something to eat #she probably has to check on him at home a lot too #y'know help him out #give him a hand #maybe do things like help him get dressed #you never know

[subconsciousmysteries]

now my mother and sister are crying that I'm having a baby cuz they think I'm gonna be scum like my mother and make ppl, let alone kids, who aren't his parents look after him when they don't want to. Lolno. I'm not like you freaks. I understand the concept of consent and boundaries unlike you.

#My sister will never see the light lol #She's brainwashed by mum to scapegoat me for mum's parentification of her #Classic n bitch #Can't wait for her to die (mum) #Lucky my sister is a 7 who quickly forgets conflicts and wants to joke around when she isn't triggered #My sister only sucks when mum is in the room abusing me (takes mum's side) or #When mum complains to her about what a terrible person with no empathy Sarah is because she disobeys me and hurts my feelings #Sis has golden child and enmeshment syndrome #And I don't feel sorry for anyone who is enmeshed one bit #Even tho their behavior towards you as a scapegoat can be bloody disgusting #I forgive my sister but never my mother #Psycho narcissistic bitch with anger problems

[halfricanloveyou]

i almost never make callout posts but here’s one for everyone’s blocklist

we all know that radfems and far right “incels” actually believe and say the exact same things but it’s kinda rare to see it all at once…it’s not just men and the far right that hate women. it can be women themselves too.

#block list #terf #trigger warning #this person has a proana side blog that you should also block #eating disorder #but the way she talks about fat people is horrid #racism #internalized homophobia #homophobia #biphobia #seriously radfems and right wingers and incels are all massive pieces of shit #like i consider them subhuman honestly #and white women wanna be oppressed so bad… #just block ya’ll #okay to rb #these people genuinely hate women and themselves it’s pathetic and sad #internalized homophobia is still homophobia #idk what furry hurt her but damn sis why u hate some people who dress up like animals sometimes #seriously this is just…i was shocked #didn’t realize one person could be nothing but shit takes about everything #and she likes to watch videos of people dying in real life for entertainment #and reblog them like it’s a scary movie gif #real actual people dying. #this basically has all the trigger warnings you can think of and some right wing catchphrases and at it f #and stuff #i never got the ‘i want to study you in a lab’ meme until now #how can one person genuinely hate themselves this much and somehow make it everyone else’s problem #check the notes for more screen caps #callout post

[randomnameless]

I've been meaning to ask this for a while but tbh I was hoping it'd stop before it became a regular thing, but that didn't happen... so anyway, I'll just cut to the chase, why do you keep calling the nabateans lizard people? This just feels wildly inappropriate tbh, to give a *fictional* group a label that carries such heavily antisemetic qualities. You are full on calling a group of shapeshifting dragons, one of which is head of a continental institution of power, and who hide their ability to shapeshift, an antisemetic label, and you are missing how this is actually worse. It has been exactly 0 weeks since I've seen people calling the nabateans 'lizard people' and then turning around saying they're jewish coded, and then calling people who don't like rhea antisemetic. Bc theyre 'lizard people' and therefore 'jewish'. This is literally so fucking offensive. Can you please at least come up with a different thing to call them? Bc this shit is just blasted in the main tags literally every single day and tbf it's extremely draining to see people constantly throwing that term around like it's nothing

I was debating whether I should reply to this given how I received a similar ask a little over a month ago from a notorious troll, but for the 1% of chance that this ask isn't another troll, and because I feel like it's important to put words on things, I'll give a complete answer -

under the cut, because it's long!

First of all, unless I missed a post after checking on the archive, I do not think I ever used the words "lizard people", except when it is to talk about the varying degrees of "weird" and "yikes" some takes in the fandom smell like.

If I did, however, I apologise, it was obviously not meant to make an antisemitic statement or whatever it is you think it was, as you might now I am not an english native speaker, so some idioms or association of words don't immediately lit a red light, I made some blunders some time ago and immediately corrected it when someone pointed it out (like, the word "bamboula" refers to an african dance, but the second you say "bamboula" in France you're immediately suspected of being racist, because it was used as a common slur in the 1910s and is still used in some, uh, far right conventions, I guess). If you have a post in mind, then feel free to share, and I'll edit it accordingly!

The tag I use for general Nabatean content is "lizard family time?".

Now, as you can guess after, I supposed, reading this blog and especially, content tagged with this, well, tag, I use it to tag cute/warm/random/fluffy artwork, headcanons, shitposts and whatnot. As the name suggest, I use it to tag content I like about Nabateans acting like a family.

As for, I supposed, the "lizard" mention that might make people confused, Nabateans are a race of fictional people in a fictional game who can turn in giant beasts, all beasts we have seen so far have reptile-like qualities or are, generally speaking, from the reptile family (a dragon, a turtle, and a... bird/griffin thing). Now, calling them "reptilians" felt a bit too close to a slur, but there were harmless jokes around about Rhea, because of her draconic form, having cold blood thus liking to sit on warm rocks, and I found it cute, thus I adopted the "lizard fam" denomination, and ended up with the "lizard family time?" tag.

Short story, long story : this tag is obvioulsy not meant to convey anti-semitic theories and thoughts about real people in real life, but to tag content about a fantasy race of shapeshifters who sometimes shift in giant reptiles who act as a familial cell.

Which brings me to my second point -

(and one I already developed a bit in the previous post)

Fire Emblem is a series who always had fantasy "humans" interact with another fantasy race of people being able to turn in other creatures, mostly dragons.

Fire Emblem Fodlan's take on those creatures is :

People who were genocided,

People racially profiled by their enemies who had a hand in said genocide,

People who hide those traits,

People who are religious,

People who are depicted by someone as ruling over the world in secret,

People who are depicted by the same someone as "hoarding money" and deceiving everyone,

People whose blood, according to the same someone's rhetoric, corrupts humanity and is the reason why the World sucks,

People who are constantly othered by their enemies, who cannot see them as being able to live with them, nor having "human feelings" because of their race,

+

The someone mentionned above comes from a country that names its people with names and surnames (and evern particles!) kind of similar to a real world country.

I do not think the developers of this game wanted to make a "Godwin Points : the Game" version of Fire Emblem, but there are a lot of clues someone who knows even very little of the recent World's History might catch and compare to, well, some events that happened.

As such, I do not think me calling Nabateans "lizard family" is an antisemitic label or calling them "lizards" is the only reason why, to some people, Nabateans are "jewish coded", to borrow your own words. I just made a bullet list of other "reasons" who might lead some people to believe this.

Anyways, I always advocate against insulting people or giving them labels based on their opinions about a bunch of pixels from a fantasy universe, so you can dislike Nabateans and not be called anti-semitic, just like you can not vote for a female character in a harmless poll and not be called a misogynist, just like you can like a bisexual character and not be called a homophobe, etc, etc.

Racism, homophobia, sexism, ableism, antisemitism... are real-life legal concepts and notions that exist and encompass real situations, with real people, and real consequences.

Suggesting I might be anti-semitic because I quote Zephia call the Divine Dragon Alear a "lizard" is ridiculous, when we all know, even you, who sent this ask, what anti-semitism is and what it entails in real life for real people who are subjected to it.

Using real life notions and legal concepts to defend a bunch of pixels is puerile and ultimately says more about the one who is using those notions, thinking they can be easily distorted and used to talk about fantasy characters from a video game made by devs who forgot to hire a continuity guy, than whatever point he wanted to make.

As such, I do not think calling fantasy men and women who can transform in dragons/turtles/griffins-bird things "lizards" is offensive, but bringing up real-life discriminations and situations people are experiencing as we speak, to win an internet argument over fictional characters, is, imho, offensive.

If you do not agree, then you are free to block this blog and the contents I post (curate your Tumblr experience, the block button is here for that!), you can even report it to whoever is in charge of moderating this platform ; I do not think I breached any ToS and if I did, I would much prefer the Tumblr staff to tell me how and why, than someone who sends a message via anon asks who is, from what I can deduce from your ask, annoyed at seeing opinions - as smelly as they can be - about a video game.

#anon #replies #fandom woes #is it a bait? but if it isn't I'll take it just for the 1% of chance this isn't a bait #who could have guessed to jokes about rhea sitting on warm rocks would have led to this #hint anon : it's not calling nabateans lizards that make people see a parallel it's everything else around them #I made a bullet point list ! #sometimes getting a taste of your own medicine hurts #idk if that thread is still burning or fuming but OP was called names for saying something about demographics being different on Tumblr #and redshit? Really? #pro tip for browsing the internet anon : don't hope just block #if you do not like the content then block #weird content in the tags? Block the users #ça me fait penser aux dernières élections si t'aimes pas lfi t'es un facho lol

[eorzeashan]

I keep forgetting Eight is SIS a lot of the time because I could never decide if it was the right path for him or not and most of his interactions with Jonas were outright failures that only made him even more disinterested, but then Theron comes into the picture again. And of course that is a point of deliberation.

Theron feels a responsibility towards him after KOTXX for not realizing sooner that Eight was just following Lana's orders to an obedient T not out of his own personal desire or will, but the simple need to repay a life debt, a fact which escapes most of the Alliance and even Lana herself despite it directly opposing his usual behavior. As the kind of person who has to save those in front of him whether they like it or not, this guilts Theron immensely not only for being a part of the blind crowd but enabling a violent warmongering path for Eight that he realizes now may not have been Eight's wish after all, that he'd pegged him all wrong-- and worse, treated him like so.

Eight himself cares very little at this point whether Theron treats him favorably or not. He was here to be used, and he was used. It's the way he's always lived. For a time he might've had the small hope to understand Theron and Lana during SoR, but that faded very quickly come KOTXX. He lived the same way during Intelligence with the added benefit that he did care for those people as they cared for him, but it never removed the stain of the dirty business he'd permanently undertaken, only made it more acceptable as part of his life and not treated like dirty laundry the way the Alliance did.

Theron latches on to the small thought that they could've been different if he'd only tried to get to know Eight, and out of a desire to make things right in his mind, starts attempting to extend the proverbial olive branch even though it's an awkward and uncomfortable attempt that feels too little too late. He has to do something, and try as he might he's not the kind of guy who cuts people loose to stay out in the cold. And maybe part of that is residual guilt for not protecting the Sixth Line and Master Surro, his repeated failure to be responsible for those under his command. Eight is essentially his last chance to prove he can do right by others, even when they share no common ground or bond. It's the barren ground of their relationship that makes him want to try, even if he shouldn't be using him as his own redemption.

Somehow this results in Theron making it a personal point to be involved in Eight's life from them on after, SIS included: unofficially, he stays as his handler. He prides himself secretly on the notion that Eight seems to like Jonas even less than him, which is legendary given Eight's notoriously aloof attitude (but not much to brag about from an outside perspective) and the SIS more or less doesn't give a womp rat's ass whether Theron meddles as long as the ex-Imperial agent stays on a short leash, and that's.. fine with him. Theron wouldn't have asked regardless.

Still, he tries. Hopes at the very least he can keep the SIS' use of him to a bare minimum so what happened in the Alliance can never happen again, optimistic as that is. Checks on him often enough that it looks like they're officially assigned to one another, and even lets him go in and out of his own apartment as he pleases (Eight gets his own. as usual, he doesn't care for it much and it still makes Theron antsy that he'll come to it one day and find it completely abandoned, so this is fine).

Eight doesn't say much. Comments that the life is fine when asked, doesn't watch the holos but idly listens when he puts it on. Does his work and doesn't when he's off the clock. When asked about how he feels killing Imps, it makes Theron's blood run cold when Eight casually says that was his only job over there too.

Theron buys him some street food in an attempt to make something different. At the very least, Eight says it's better than rations.

#weird qpr losers at it again #swtor #ooc #rishi trio #he keeps hanging out with him bc he feels bad lol #they don't know what they are too each other and at this point they're too afraid to ask #theron to eight is the weird guy who keeps inserting himself into his business. not the worst thing to happen to him #eight to theron has turned into some kind of charge that he wants to see go from a weapon to... someone happier #ofc doesn't know how to do that or even fully know why so he's just. with him now #the SIS can't tell who's following who around #it *is* a direct parallel to Keeper's own treatment of Eight in the past #anyways it's just a really funny thought they still end up as weird roommates #and i STILL DONT KNOW if he'll pick the SIS or going back to ImpIntel #bc briefly imagined the absolute hurt Theron would feel seeing them on opposite sides again #and realizing he's right about his suspicions that Eight had no desire of his own during KOTXX seeing the way he goes back to cold busines #as his enemy and fighting for yet another side that cares not for him #but also it's just really fucking funny to randomly have your only debatable friend be an assassin who you're also trying to #take care of and you know he can kill 10 people without blinking but you'll feel like shit forever #if you don't convince him that coruscant hot caf is tasty actually #you also don't know if he likes you or not bc he doesn't say anything.

[kanene-yaaay]

Nothing better than to think about Mob Pyscho 100 and how it is a story about self acceptance and love and how you are able to impact everyone around you just like everyone can change you as well and then when I realize I am already crying about that awesome anime once again literally twice because it's *beautiful*

#spoilers #mp100 thoughts #it's just..... this anime is so much full of love #love for your friends that accepts you and make you discover new things to be happy about. #love for your brother that is there for you no matter what and that cares so much that it hurts him #love for your master that is silly and pretentious but that *cares* and guides and helps and listens and and and #love for your childhood crush because she was the one that knew all the sides of yourself and accepted them anyway #love for the spirit that is grumpy and sarcastic but that would do anything to help him when he needs #love for the club that still accepts and cheers him thro all the challenges again and again #love for his friend who once was an enemy but now is at his side at any moment that he needs for absolutely anything #there is just..... aaaarg! so much of it! for the people that attacked him but now is out there living their normal lifes! #and love for himself. that last part of him finally starting to accept his powers healed me in ways that I didn't even realize that I neeed #gosh #maybe I will rb this with all my rambles about the characters and especially Ritsu because they give me so much feelings #kanene being kanene #it's 12 am which means that is the perfect time to hug my sis while sobbing ny hearts content because a bunch of 2d characters made me #wonder about the beauty of live and the importance of giving yourself a chance to live #f u c k #and gosh the bean is like 14 years old calm down mah man calm down

[luckydxy]

Y'all ever see a take so rancid & out of touch with reality that you need a breather-

#;;ooc #;;tbd #''aCTUaLLy hE iSn'T a vilLaIn uwu'' #sis who hurt you--- it's okay to like a bad guy . it's okay to acknowledge that they're fucked up & have done horrible things . sis plEASE-

[sargentsblu]

i am re-reading the whole trc series while i wait for Greywaren to drop and I have a lot of feelings, most of them about chapter 51 in particular

shaking crying throwing up because look at all of this

#this chapter is a fucking goldmine #like you grew up loved didn't you? just hits fucking different #who has he ever had to love him? ever? #abso-fucking-lutely not we are not doing this nope #THE WAY THEY ARGUE ABOUT COLLEGE AND JUST FUCK #AND THEN #and fucking then #the way blue just perfectly captures his feeling of belonging there but feeling like it hurts so fucking much even though and he can't #fucj 140 characters #and he can't understand why it hurts and she can't either but they both share that same feeling and it makes them si fucking CLOSE LIKE #the way they can understand each other so well and it just comes so idk easily like yeah he's stupid abt money and hes stupid rich #and shes not and so theres that huge gap there that gets under them sometimes but still they understand each other so fucking well like #do you remember when blue said that she recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did #like from book one she's been accurately just understanding him and i want ti jump in front of a moving bus right now thanks #THEN OH JANE #AND i dint even want to THINK about i wish you could be kisses jane #because it nearly drove me to tears today and like #excuse you sir #excuse you miss #how the fuck #are yiu two so fucking just FUCK #trc #the dream thieves #bluesey

[gender-euphowrya]

literally no terf who sends online hate to trans people ever has the guts to go off anon lmao y’all have the spine of a slug

#so thankful for the fact that i'm in my Nobody Can Ever Tell Me Shit No Words Can Affect Me stage #keep wasting your time it's only hurting you not me #licherally what do you envision is going to happen after i read your Oh So thought-through anon blurb #that i'm gonna cry ? that i'm gonna detransition ? that i'm Not going to go through with the hrt & surgeries ? #that i'm gonna idk revert the name change i just now got ? burn my binders ? #all because little miss Literally Don't Know Who Because Stranger On Anon told me 'buh boo trans bad !!!!' #do you actually think you're hurting anyone but yourself and your precious limited time on earth #this is actually sad for you #i'm alive and thriving. cope and seethe #i only post the scribbles you send me so people can see the shit we have to deal with And the fact that we're not gonna take it laying down #also to showcase the pathetic level of the shit you even come up with like i could have a better argument with a 4-year-old #an ant could come up with more meaningful nervewracking insults all y'all have is the same boring ''u not gender u other gender!!!!!'' #''ur larping! ur homphob! ur mental ill! ur delusion!'' c'mon sis get new material #how have your millennia of attempts to make us stop existing worked out ? oh yeah. not so well. we still here lol #bye bye see you in future history books but not for any good reason luv

[cheesey-rice]

Ok low key Ive just watched a letsplay of slay the princess and I'm like a little obssessed. I think I need to like hold buying the game and playing it hostage from myself until I do at the very least the first half of my practice test today even though like theoretically I shouldn't play anything new at all until after I've taken my test.

#the problem is that it is like somehow so appealing to me #like the i contain myltitudes aspect of it actually takes away the anxiety of usual visual novels to me? #oh god sigh im like a boy's boy 99% of the time but its true that like women in media who are complicated and distrusting and mean #snatch me right the fuck up sigh. and the protagonist is a bird you get to be a little creature guy i am so charmed by that i am #personal #thats so funny of me the like social attraction i have to women is like what if you were a big animal with sharp teeth and i brushed them #for you in case you ever got tooth decay from all the biting and killing you have to do :( . and then if sometimes you were sad we could si #together and talk about the way the world changes sometimes... #whereas with guys its like hey i could drive you to the mall right now dude np txt me when you wanna hang out. I want to fix your lawnmower #for you and maybe your relationship problems also #tho i think 'guys' includes a wider scope of like androgynous range in my mind? brain is weird #maybe this is me journaling now but i also think i don't tend to get? kind of socially hurt by others as much as I used to? #Like nowadays most of my social hurt feelings are actually like. anxiety of having to wonder how another person perceives me #in case i feel like they are perceiving me like 'wrong' somehow? but I'm always kind of more concerned with like. whether or not other #people are afraid of me? so social settings where my actions can affect the way others feel towards me are soothing #because those impressions don't feel as 'over' or imutable as when im alone

[oceantornadoo]

your weighted blanket (simon riley x f!reader)

could be part of this two lieutenants series but it’s standalone

—

“you know what i want?”

“wha’?”

“a weighted blanket.”

simon turned away from his bedroom desk to stare at you, his dark eyes squinting incredulously.

“what?! i think it’d help me sleep.”

“wha’ the fuck is a weighted blanket.”

you huffed a sigh. “it’s literally a weighted blanket simon. having weight pressing down on you helps you sleep, it’s scientifically proven.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms as you laid back on his bed.

turning off his desk lamp, he made his way to his bed. he joined you on top of the covers, giving you plenty of space. keeping it platonic. not that he wanted to, but that was another thing.

“can’t jus’ have some sop lay on you?” the words hurt coming out, but it was the only thing he could say. desperately looking for a sign that you were talking to someone as you were so tightlipped about your escapades until after they ended.

“i’m on a man break. they all suck.” no one measured up to the unending care simon gave you, even if he was just a friend. just a friend who lets you come into his room every night, talking yourself to sleep. just a friend who never forgets your favorite body wash or candle scent on supply runs.

“they don’t know how to treat a woman like you.” his words echoed in the dark, ideas of what they meant bouncing around in your brain. “a woman like me?” silence. “don’t be mean, si.”

fuck he was so stupid. needed to watch his tone better, like gaz was always telling him. “dove, jus’ meant a smart independent woman like yourself. yer lookin’ for a partner and they’re look for a mother or a fuck. or both.” your jaw dropped. “oh. thanks.” his words thickened the air. no one had ever talked about you like that, like you were something to be treasured, not kept. like he respected you.

“if you really need a weighted blanket i-“ “yeah?” you sounded too eager, but you didn’t care. you turned towards him, catching his eye in the gleam of the base lights outside his window. “could be yers. if you want. strictly platonic.” he scratched his head, looking away. embarrassed. “yeah, platonic. course, yeah. that’s fine. good, i mean.” you needed to get your act together and stop sounding like a teenager, but he just offered to be your blanket. surely that was more than platonic.

“now?”

“sure.”

you sat on his bed like a dead fish, arms at your sides. you were not about to initiate what surely would be the most awkward non-cuddle session in your life. simon pressed one large paw into the mattress, hauling his huge body up on one arm. he moved down farther on the bed, his head parallel to your ribs. then, with the uttermost care, he shifted on top of you, hovering. waiting. “you can lay on me si, it’s okay.” he released his hands slowly, the full force of his body laying on you. 250+ pounds of pure machine, a body honed from years in the military. a soldier, a sniper, a lieutenant, now at your mercy, body covering yours completely.

“not too weighted for you?” you giggled. an actual giggle from his fellow lieutenant. “no, si. not too weighted.” your hand instinctively went to his hair before you could stop yourself. “is this comfortable? you’re on my ribs.” he grunted. it actually hurt like a bitch, your bone pressing into him through layers of fat, but he was laying on you and therefore could not complain. “you can move up, i won’t mind.” well, if you were letting him. he wanted to make the most of this blanket situation, this type of intimacy so foreign to him.

simon scooted up your body and laid his head on your tits. built-in pillows, one might call them. you hand went to his hair again, slowly scratching his scalp. “this ok?” you never touched like this, had never touched him like something precious. he grunted, a yes in “ghost” as you liked to call it. you continued running your hand through his hair, surprised at the softness of his locks. his face was against your breast, and usually you’d be embarrassed, but lines had been crossed and all bets were off. his body was heavy, sure, but the weight of it was comforting. all you could think of was him, not the annoying recruit from this morning, not the bad dinner you had at the mess hall. only the smell of the base shampoo and his natural musk, something uniquely him but not gross.

all simon could hear was your heartbeat. it had quickened when he first laid down, but now it was slowing to a comforting beat. you were here, you were breathing. the gunfire and the smell of bombs in his head meant nothing as long as he had you like this, in his arms where no one could hurt you. he could feel your body relaxing, muscles losing the day’s tension and giving themselves over to sleep. as your breathing slowed and you moved to a lower, more comfortable position on his pillow, he knew time could stop and all that would matter was you, right here, with him.

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part one part two part three part four

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[rowarn]

HEHE HI HERE U GO <3 HAPPY FRIDAY!!!!!

afab!reader, thigh riding, neglect kink tbh, brat tamer!simon?, soft!simon and mean!simon hehe, maybe a lil hurt/comfort if u squint

"please, si!" you practically sobbed, rutting your hips desperately against his thigh. 

simon sat still, lidded eyes cast over your shoulder to the tv that played a soccer match. he huffed through his nose but didn't offer any other verbal acknowledgement to your whines. 

you had disturbed him while he watched the game, pawing at him and begging for him to fuck you. he had ignored you completely so you naturally took matters into your own hands. you figured if you got him worked up enough, he would give in and give you attention instead of the stupid tv. 

but before you knew it, you were naked and rocking against his thigh. you were the only one between the two of you who showed any signs of being worked up. 

and simon? completely ignored you. he refused to offer any assistance, even when you teetered dangerously on your knees and almost toppled over. 

it honestly infuriated you as much as it turned you on. maybe it even embarrassed you a little to be ignore like this while completely naked and needy all over him.

he wouldn't flex his thigh to give you anything solid to grind on (although his thigh was pretty firm even when relaxed) and he certainly wasn't offering any words of encouragement to help you along. he simply stared over your shoulder at the tv, acting like he didn't have his sweet little love grinding a nice, wet pussy against him. 

he was hard in his sweats; that long, thick cock tenting in his pants. it was the only indication that he even noticed what you were doing. 

"s-simon!" you pathetically wailed, suddenly stopping your movements when you realized you most definitely weren't going to be able to cum with him ignoring you like this. you rested your head against his shoulder and tried to quell the intense trembling that wracked your whole body. 

under the sound of the cheers on tv, he could hear the sound of you sniffling and crying. he let you sit there for a second until you finally slumped in defeat against him. 

you let your breathing come down before you rolled off of his lap and shamefully began to pick up your clothes, completely unaware of the way he now watched you instead of the tv. he could see the dejected little frown on your lips and it made his own quirk up. 

you were so cute. 

before you could slink away to pout in the bedroom, he caught your wrist in his hand, tugging you back into his lap. you caught yourself against his chest, looking at him in bewilderment. you still had little tears in your eyes, no doubt still nursing hurt feelings from him ignoring you. 

"you done bein' a demanding little brat?" he asked. 

if you had doggy ears he's sure they'd be flattened shamefully against your head right about now with the pathetic little look you gave him. you nodded your head and normally he'd request verbal assurance but he let it slide. 

instead, he shifted his hips and situated you on it once again, your cunt still wet and sticking to the fabric of his sweatpants. 

"get to it then," he mutters, fixating his gaze back on the tv. he could see you pout out of the corner of his eye, clearly not feeling as confident as you had before. his hands came up to your hips, kneading the softness there in encouragement before flexing his thigh against you. 

at that, you finally started to move, slowly rutting your hips against the firm muscle. with his hands stabilizing you, you freely plucked at your own nipples, rolling the buds between your fingers as you humped him. 

you slowly got louder and louder as the pleasure grew until he couldn't hear the announcers on the tv. gritting his teeth, he cupped the back of your head and pulled your face against his shoulder to muffle you. you took the hint, biting down into the fabric of his shirt as your eyes rolled back. 

you were so close. and the way he began to bounce his thigh beneath you wasn't helping to slow it down. 

you gripped onto him for dear life, arms around his shoulders before pulling your head back despite your intentions to keep quiet and not disturb him any more than you had already. but truthfully, simon didn't mind listening to you cum. 

you sweetly called his name, babbling about how you were cumming and how good you felt. he bit back a smile, running his hand down your back to express his unspoken fondness of you. 

before long, after a few, sloppy rabbiting movements of your hips, you finally came to a halt. you slumped against him, panting and twitching.

"you done?" he asked, doing his best to sound like this whole endeavor had been a nuisance. 

you sheepishly looked up at his profile and nodded your head. but you didn't make any moves to leave him, instead curling against his chest and cuddling as close to him as you could. and he acquiesced, dropping the mean façade in favor of wrapping you up in his strong arms and pressing a kiss to your temple.

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[miserycanary]

BREAK MY HEART INTO TWO ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next

pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley & fem!reader

synopsis: Ghost has been feeling pissed off lately, and happens to lash out on you

tags: slight angst, misunderstandings, very slight mention of violence

He knew he was not in the right headspace. With the newly added task of training new recruits, the dead-end mission, and overall exhaustion. Ghost could feel his patience nearing nothing and he could feel it in his bones that he wouldn’t be able to control himself from lashing out soon— even if it was you. 

That’s why he started to distance himself and avoid you like the plague. Only responding with grunts or one-word answers. It’s not the best action but he couldn’t think of anything else. Despite the frustration clouding his mind, he still vows to never hurt you. He promised you that; reassured you that he would never ever raise his voice at you, his hand stroking your back and kissing your temple, after you told him about your past one drunken night. 

The first time Simon came home and didn’t immediately wrap his arm around you, nosing the crook of your neck, you knew something was up. You didn’t push the matter though. Brushing it off as something trivial and proceeding to go your usual routine. You did notice things that you never brought up with him: heavy footsteps, the lack of teasing from him, and uncharacteristically never clinging onto you  

What finally pushed you to visit the base was when Si, your husband who would go through all levels of hell just to be close to you and never lets a night pass without you with him in bed, suddenly tells you he will be sleeping on the couch. It baffled you. This is the same man who wrapped all his limbs around to keep you from leaving after a big fight. The same man that acts like a big baby when you tell him you’re gonna be away on a work event. Suddenly, the idea of him getting bored of you and finding entertainment with another woman intrusively swirled in your mind. 

Were you too loud? Too chatty? Clingy? Maybe you didn’t satisfy him enough. Maybe he wanted a wife available to always cook for him after work. It scared you. You love him; love him enough to change just to keep him.

You needed to talk to him. Whether he likes it or not. 

“Price, please. Just call him for me?” The captain looks at you, hesitating. Even though he was aware of Ghost’s thinning temper and didn’t want to put his comrade’s wife in a position that could result in a fight, he also knew that you needed to solve this. He scratches his beard, nervously looking at you. 

“Sweetheart, I don’t know. The man.. he.. he hasn’t been the best these days? Maybe you should go home and wait for him—“. You cut him off, “he doesn’t want to talk to me! Please, just 5 minutes and I won’t even cause a scene. I promise!” With a sigh, he finally relents and tells you to stay there while he calls for your husband. You crack a smile, nodding and feeling a sense of relief wash over you. 

Moments after being alone, a new recruit (you assume considering you’ve never met this man nor did Simon ever mention him) approaches you with a low wolf whistle. His hands find your waist before you can even comprehend what’s happening, pulling you close to his chest. 

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?” You freeze, and disgust starts to bubble up inside of you. You plant your hand on his chest in an attempt to pull away in fear that Simon would witness this and think differently. Before you could say to leave you alone, a voice booms out. A voice you know too well. 

“Y/N!” Simon takes three strides and he was near enough to pull the recruit away from you and land a punch. Scandalous gasps went around while the yells of other members went inaudible to you. You stood there in horror as Price stepped in, pushing Ghost away and yelling to stand down. This was not your Simon. Your Simon would never be this violent in front of you— he was too scared to frighten you and do something to push you away. These weren’t the same hands carried you as if a delicate flower he plucked as well. The hands that routinely offers to brush your hair every night and washes you every sex session while he kisses your shoulders, showering you with endless praise with a voice filled with adoration.

Ghost whips his head. His cold stare made you falter, taking a step back. Something you never thought you’d do when faced with him. You could see his mask move, undoubtedly hiding his disappointment and furrowed eyebrows. 

“What are you doing here?” He seethes, roughly gripping your arm tight enough to leave a bruise.

“I-I... I wanted to see you—“ Before you could even finish, Ghost groans with frustration. “I fucking told you to not come to the base. Were you even thinking? Use that pea-sized brain of yours once in a while! Just.. leave me alone and go home.”

Silence. The whole base quiets down with his words, a tense atmosphere building up. You freeze. From the corner of your eye, you notice Price’s contort with concern and hesitation if he should meddle. 

The pain you felt was indescribable. It was as if Ghost took your heart and crushed it with his bare hands. Your breathing got labored, your eyes flicked down, taking deep breaths to hold back tears. Before the realization has fully settled, you pull away from Ghost, mumbling something incoherent. In that moment, Ghost knew he fucked up. He hurt his darling flower. He hurt the only person he treasured. The person that stayed with him through thick and thin. The person he married, vowed in front of God to love forever and to never hurt. 

“No, baby— I didn’t mean to—“

You cut him off, telling him you were going back just like he wanted. You didn’t even call it your home. You always do. Saying it with pride to have something to call home with him. 

God, what has he done? 

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱: dare I say this man needs a break :} Second part is out. Little detail: I use ‘Simon’ during Y/N’s pov and Ghost for the rest, but used Ghost for her after he yelled at her. :3

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[mactavishsgfandwife]

Simon "Ghost" Riley and Your New Cat 🌷

simon having beef with a stray cat you brought home silly little idea i had no content warnings, just cute fluff, female reader :3 not proofread!

"What the hell is tha’?" he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck as he stared in disbelief at the little black kitten in your lap.

"I found him. He’s called Lettuce," you grin, cuddling the cat to your chest. You’re well aware that lettuce is a stupid name for a cat, but it just seemed right at the time. The kitten was tiny, and had seemed very weak when you’d discovered him shivering in a box outside your apartment block. Now, he seemed a lot more comfortable, making a little home for himself on your sweater. He was so small - he literally fit in the palm of your hand - but his frizzy black hair stuck out at every angle so that he looked less like a kitten and more like a wiry pompom.

"Love," Simon laughed, rubbing his face with a sigh, "Lettuce looks like a flea. Where the hell di’you find ‘im?"

"Oi, he does not! Well, maybe a bit. I found him in a box. He was meowing at me, he looked so cold…" you stroke the kitten’s cheek with your thumb as you he meows up at you.

"You can’t keep him, he might have diseases. You should give him to a pet shelter." Your boyfriend wasn’t being harsh, he was just worried about you - he didn’t want your little heart breaking because you’d got all attached to a poorly little kitten who might not last the week. But it didn’t come off like that.

"Wh… what..?" you frown, cupping the kitty in your hands to protect it.

"I’ll drive you to the shelter tomorrow, okay?"

"What? Si, no!"

"Baby…" he sighs, trying not to upset you "you can’t just find a scruffy animal on the street and take it home."

"S’what I did with you ," you pout, pulling the same face at him as Vegetable pulls at your sweater sleeve as he paws at it.

"Look," he crosses his arms, about to explain to you the reasons why you two don’t have the space for a cat, nor the prior knowledge. What if the cat walks in on the two of you in bed? What if it bites you and his pretty girl gets hurt? What if you end up loving the cat more than Simon and it steals you away? But your pleading eyes and the tiny, stupid looking kitten chirping in your laps convinces him. If you really wanted anything, you know he’d get it for you, so he’ll let you have your silly kitten.

"Alright, fine. For now." He laughs, ruffling his hair.

"I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I love you!" you squeal, gently placing the cat down before jumping up with and wrapping your arms around your boyfriend. He rubs your back softly, watching the stupid fluffy ball on the sofa chirp for your attention. Just because he’s letting you have the cat doesn’t mean he won’t see it as his mortal enemy.

The next morning, after having gone out to buy cat food for you, Simon is sitting on the sofa, softly kissing your neck from behind. You’re sitting in his lap… completely ignoring his affection in favour of the kitty.

"Si, look! He can walk!" you grin, holding the kitten up so it looks like it’s standing on two feet.

"Mhm… cute…" Simon mumbles into the nape of your next, a strong hand wrapping around your waist to pull you into his chest. He is not watching the cat, he’s busy with you.

"I know right!" you ignore his advances still, gazing at your new pet with adoration, "I should make him a little hat, he’d look so sweet."

"Yeah, fuck, you’re so sweet…" Si keeps kissing you, moving between your neck and your shoulders, which are hidden inside his old tshirt.

"He’s so cute," you grin, stroking the back of the kitten’s head until it purrs, "I love him so much… he’s my baby."

That catches Simon off guard. He would never admit it to anyone, but he loves it when you call him your baby. He’s the only one you should be calling baby. This cat is stealing his girl. [gasp]

Si shoots the kitten a death stare.

"Oh yeah, he’s your baby?"

"Yeah, he’s the cutest…"

"Mhm. I’m sure," he pouts. When you’re not looking, he glares at the cat and points from his grey eyes to its little beady ones, like he’s trying to intimidate it.

A few days later, the two of you fall asleep together, with Simon spooning you and holding you close. But you forgot to shut the door. So your boyfriend is rudely awakened by a very small, scruffy kitten stomping on his chest.

"No, oi, get off of me," you can hear him grumbling sleepily as you start to stir, alongside the cute chirping of your kitty.

"Listen, Vegeta- cat. Stupid name anyways. We can’t have you disturbing the Mrs, alright?"

You can hear him pause until he hears the kitten meow softly in response.

"Tha’s right, soldier. She’s my Mrs, not yours, and if you so much as try to change that, I will never let you see her again. My girl. Mine," he pouts.

The kitten meows again, as if he’s responding to Simon’s orders. You have to try your hardest not to giggle, biting your lip in the dark as you listen to your big, tough boyfriend have an argument with a little kitten.

"Alright, now leave the lady alone." You almost think you can hear him plant a kiss on the cat’s head before he sets it down at the side of the bed.

You’re away for the weekend, visiting family, without your boys (Simon and the kitten). :(

Simon’s fine, he’s a tough guy, he has no issue being alone - that is, until he’s poorly and he needs you to cuddle him and make him tea. But you’re not there, and talking to you over the phone only makes him feel worse.

So he resorts to laying in bed, in the shade, trying to nap. Poor boy feels too ill to do anything else (he has the man flu).

With the back of his hand over his forehead, one leg over the covers and one leg under, not quite sure whether he’s awake or asleep, he closes his eyes and frowns. A little black ball hops up onto his bed, waking him up a little.

It plods around in a little circle, looking around and exploring its new environment. When Veggie spots Simon, he waddles over curiously, his little feet sinking into the soft duvet cover.

"Hey, cat," Simon smiles softly, watching the fluffy baby wander and get closer to his face. It looks up into his eyes, chirping, and brushes its fur against his cheek before settling into the crook of his neck.

He chuckles, closing his eyes as the tiny guy curls into a ball against him. The rivalry isn’t quite over for Simon, but that funny looking kitty is a little piece of you, and he’s happy to have its affection.

When you come home, it’s to the two of them, cuddled up on your bed. Silently, you change into a t-shirt and slip into bed behind Simon, planting a little kiss on his cheek.

"Told you he was cute."

how i imagine your kitten 💗

i spent way longer on this than i thought i would but it’s so cute and i loved writing it! hope you enjoy lovieeees

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[certifiedcodbabygirl]

Simon Riley who realizes how much he fucked up and that maybe therapy isn't such a bad idea

AN: Lil bit longer than usual, but it's been on my mind

Art credit to SubsurfaceChaos on Twitter

Something was off with him all day. It wasn't too noticeable until he began distancing himself, getting irritated at being around anyone. You confronted him, simply trying to see if you could help or maybe provide comfort, and fuck did that backfire.

He was sitting in the living room watching whatever was on the channel, but it's not like he was paying attention to it. Thoughts and feelings of the deployment he just came back from a few days ago build up, irritation filling him like water in a bathtub. He doesn't usually have flashbacks or anything like that, the military would discharge him if he had PTSD, but some days he thinks too much.

He didn't even notice you coming in until you were sitting next to him. He snaps out of his thoughts just to meet your soft eyes. You sat on the other end of the couch, not wanting to crowd him too much while he's like this.

"What." He deadpans, voice devoid of all emotion.

Yeah something's definitely up.

"What's wrong, Si? Somethin' been messing with you today?" You ask gently, not wanting to come off as if you're accusing him.

He gives you and irritated look, suggesting you drop it, "Nothin', 'm fine"

You're not stupid. He tends to need a little push in order to open up.

"I know you're not", tone still soft, "I'm not trying to irritate you or anything, I ju-"

"Well you certainly got an affinity for it" He snaps, "Drop it"

You inhale, trying to not take his words personally, "Si, I'm your girlfriend, it's kinda my job to check in with you"

The bathtub overflows.

"You can't listen, can you? I said drop it, fuckin' 'ell" He stands up from the couch and walks to the kitchen, trying to create distance.

"Simon I'm just trying to help, I'm not here to make things harder for you" You try to reason with him, swallowing the lump in your throat.

You follow him into the kitchen but still give him space. He doesn't say anything back, a small part of him knowing you're right but the larger part won't connect to that. Pouring a class of orange juice, he keeps his back to you.

"Si-"

"Can you shut up for once?! Can you? I said bloody drop it. It's not up for discussion!" He sets the cup on the counter with a thud and snaps at you, "You're always fuckin' naggin' at me, clearly not takin' a bloody hint. Jesus Christ"

That shuts you up. The lump in your throat intensifies, tears beginning to form in your eyes. He's never yelled at you like that before. Sure, he's had bursts of irritation during arguments, but he's worked hard to make sure he never treats you how you don't deserve.

"Why are you yelling at me? All I'm doing is trying to be there for you" You ask quietly, voice not really allowing you to speak louder. a couple tears fall down your face, and your nose begins to get stuffed up. You try to quietly sniffle but he still hears it. He hangs his head down and groans quietly.

"Now you're fuckin' cryin'. Great."

Not wanting to be around him much longer, you turn to leave, "Come find me when you're calmer", Your voice betrays you and cracks a little.

You walk away and go upstairs to your shared bedroom. Once you close the door, the crying begins. His words cut through you like a knife, a deep pressure-like hurt seeping through your chest. Sobs rack your body yet you still try to be quiet, not wanting him to hear. You know he's gonna snap out of it and fuckin hate himself for what he did. You know he loves you, and if he were in his right mind he would have never uttered a single degrading word to you.

You slip into bed and lay there, crying. You guessed he would be up anytime soon and the smell of him on the pillows was both comforting and hurtful.

Downstairs though, Simon was fucking fuming. Seeing you go up the stairs, lip quivering, evaporated every bit of him anger. He groans loudly and throws an arm over his eyes.

'How fuckin' stupid can you be? How the fuck can you speak to her like that?'

He removes his arm and leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. You've stuck through with him since the moment you meet. Never once judged his off stand-ish behavior and learned to find ways to work with him. He cherished you so wholly, feeling what he thought he never would. You came into his life and slowly broke down his walls, allowing you to see him apart from his exterior.

He thought he was going to lose you. Sure, you had arguments before, but he had never purposefully tried to hurt you. Knowing that he did made his stomach churn, nausea kicking in. 2 years of the best relationship (not that there were very many before you) all to be broken down, at least what he thought, because he was pissed off.

'Maybe I should fuckin' go to therapy.'

Let's be honest, he could use it. He tried to go through it before but just quit due to how uncomfortable it made him. He figured he was on his own, all before you, and there was no one to deal with his bullshit besides him. Now he has someone who he cares about so much that it doesn't matter if he's uncomfortable. He'd rather be uncomfortable than never be with you again.

He gathers the balls to go upstairs and carefully opens the door. He's met with the sight of you curled up, your sniffles being the only sound in the room.

"Go away" You call out, although not too loudly. Your voice is wobbly and stuffy.

He'd think it was adorable, had he not been the one to cause it. He walks to the opposite side of the bed and gets in, spooning you. He kisses your hair so gently it would give you butterflies if you weren't so upset.

"I'm so sorry, love. I haven't a clue why I did that to you and you didn't deserve a single lick of it." He feels the small burn in his nose as he starts tearing up a little, "I promise it'll never happen again"

You sniffle as more tears fall, the pain sticking to you despite his words.

"I wasn't trying to piss you off" You whisper.

"I know baby, it wasn't you. I promise it wasn't. Could never be that mad at you" He says softly, a tear falling. He grips you a little bit tighter and kisses the back of your neck, trying to bring comfort to both of you.

"Then why did you yell at me? I've never heard you like that before."

He sighs, "Been thinkin' 'bout what happened while I was gone and it came out at you. 'M gonna go back to therapy 'n try to fix what ever the hell is wrong with me" He kisses your neck again, " 'M gonna do better, gonna be better"

He's not stupid, he knows his words aren't gonna go away overnight. He knows how much you love him, even if he doesn't understand it, and knows hearing that from him hurts more than it would anyone else. He knows you're gonna be affected by them for a bit and he's prepared to fix it. Anything for his love.

You turn around so you're both still on your sides but you're cuddled into his chest. Wasting no time, not even hesitating, he wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. He lets out a sigh of relief, knowing this is your way of accepting his apology. He softly kisses your forehead and cheek, whispering how much he loves you and how it's gonna be better.

He knows he can't run from his issues anymore and for once he's ready to face them.

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