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My mood has been all fucked up all week, and I definitely think it was all triggered by that panic attack the other day. Just found a segregationist newspaper in storage while looking for something else back there and I started cursing and yelling in front of my student worker. He's southeast Asian so I felt "safe" in that respect, but I'm still slightly embarrassed by being affected by it at all. I wish I was one of those brown people who don't even feel racism or react to it in any meaningful way. I'm just sick of this shit, sick of these people, I have no respect for whoever created that newspaper and I hope anyone who ever wrote for it or published it or was affiliated with it in any way fucking died slowly of something painful and horrible. Which is upsetting to think about because that's how my mom's mother died - slowly and painfully from something unknown to us because there wasn't the medical infrastructure we needed in the tiny, tiny town she lived in.
I cannot take the emotional turmoil of right now. There's a fascist uprising happening right now and my literal job is preserving the worst parts of American history. I feel surrounded. I can't escape the fact that this country hates me. I feel so fucking alone and unwelcome, like all of the time. I didn't choose any of this or anything about myself. I didn't even choose or want to be here, conscious and alive, right now in this world - and believe me, I wouldn't have. It's just what happened and now I have to deal with it. Of course there's no fucking god.
I'm not sure if I wish I were dead, but I would choose to not exist before I would ever choose to be a Black queer woman in America ever again.
#I am full of anger and resentment and I feel so powerless to it#I don't know what to do#I see my therapist tomorrow and that's a great thing believe you me#I just hate everything right now#every single thing about the world and the people in it#and nothing ever gets better#what a fucking dump#if being dead is the only way to not experience this world then let's fucking go
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wow. um. you know youâre traumatized when you see a tiktok of a mom surprising her daughter by being at her wedding dress fitting, and your first thought is âoh ABSOLUTELY not, FUCK that, that would be TERRIBLE.â like. the idea of my mom surprising me by showing up at a wedding dress fitting makes me upset and anxious and just sounds all-around awful. she would be intruding and overstepping her bounds and being presumptuous in that situation. it wouldnât be cute or funny for me. it would just fucking suck.
#but like. my bio dad or my step dad or any of either of their parents would be fucking AWESOME!!#but like. my mom? or her parents? NO. just NO.#i donât know man#i have therapy tomorrow#iâll talk to hayden about it then#but like. itâs all so much.#idk it feels like my relationship with my mom is just crumbling to pieces lately#and itâs not my fault but like. at least when i was still pretending things were fine i could make myself believe that we were okay#now i just keep looking around and seeing how many things arenât really black#theyâre just fucking burnt.#and it sucks you know? thatâs my MOM#sheâs supposed to be all of these wonderful things#weâre supposed to have such a great relationship#but like. we donât. we never have. i donât trust her.#and sheâs never hurt me on purpose#but i have to specify âon purposeâ#whatever. iâm gonna talk with my therapist about it tomorrow.#iâm gonna go make hot chocolate now.#rea rambles
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Happy birthday Dan. I found you at a very, very low point in my life. Itâs funny, because that point was only a few months ago. March 3rd. March 3rd. Jesus Christ. I was dealing with severe bullying, depression, hopelessness, isolation, gender dysphoria (i have been out/socially transitioned for like 5 years), and most of all, loneliness. I had a circle of about 3 friends who i talked to regularly, but only 1 i even saw in person more than once per year. Then, two of those 3 people began having relationship issues and were on the verge of breaking up. I felt like i was a bother, a burden to their already existing issues. Every single day Iâd walk into school, put my headphones on, and not talk to a single person. Iâd read, sleep, listen to music, dissociate, and sleep some more throughout the day just to distract myself from everything. From class, from parents, from the outside, everything. I fully and truly believed everyone besides those 3 people hated me. They found me disgusting, annoying, taking up space, and simply didnât want me there. I think that is true to an extent, but i donât like how i was just letting that be how it is. My dad was genuinely hopeless, he told me to just ride it out and if i could try to be just a little bit normal-er, maybe i wouldnât be ignored by every person every day. That didnât work. Instead, i decided to do some self work. Or rather, my dad stopped intruding on my free time which allowed me to still be awake and do things i wanted to do in peace. I thought, âDan and PhilâŠ.those two emo guys with the cat whiskersâŠ.i have such a vague memory of a friend mentioning them or scrolling across a post of them, who even are they?â. I typed into the YouTube search bar âDan and Philâ. A gaming channel? Are these people streamers? Oh god (i did not know you were one of us đłïžâđâŠ.or britishâŠ..). I watched one video. Now, ACCORDING TO YOUTUBE HISTORY, i somehow watched What Dan And Phil Text Each Other 4 as my first video. Not even the gaming channel, i donât know how this happened maybe YouTube is lying to me. Whatever. Ok so which ones Dan and which ones Phil? Why do they look SO different? Theyâre British? I started watching Dan and Phil edits on TikTok. Ok, i know who you are, i get the vibes. Oh, coming out timeline? Gaming channel timeline and hiatus? Reacting to PINOF? On March 13, i watched Basically Iâm Gay and Coming Out To You. It took me an entire month from then to watch Why I Quit YouTube. By late April, i was in it. I was watching Dan or Phil every day. Before, during, and/or after school. Since then, Iâve purchased YWGTTN (limited edition signed updated paperback). It was 38 fucking dollars in USD but it was worth it. I also now own TATINOF and DAPGO, one of which is signed by Phil, i bought second hand. So yes, now this is my new thing. But you know what else? I was getting happier. I was going to more concerts. I was doing my schoolwork, or at least trying to. I was reading!!!! Iâve since finished The Secret History. I made a friend; reconnected with an old childhood friend and started eating lunch together and hanging out and having shared trauma dump sessions, and we are so so close now. My two friends broke up, but itâs ok. Iâm best friends with one of them and heâs so much better off, and the other and i are still casual friends!! I value them both for the multiple years Iâve known them. Iâve taken family vacations and done religious holidays with genuine care while getting to reconnect with my family. Iâve very passionately finished acting in a musical that Iâve put so much care into for about 5 months. Iâm graduating tomorrow!!! And me and my close friend will be going to a concert tomorrow night afterwards, and Iâm going to have a great summer where i see my close friend who i havenât seen IRL since March of 2023. Iâm getting closer with my dad and seeing a new therapist. I am having medical problems as of right now, but i would 100% be lying in bed crying and skipping graduation had i not found a reason to enjoy my days.
Did i just take one sentence referencing Dan to write a whole autobiography on tumblr? Yes, but also no. Dan and Phil are real people. They really do rescue pigeons named Steve and getting 10 sauces for their pizza and say hi across the city with binoculars. But they also genuinely have an impact on people, and they see that, and they LIKE to see that. I donât think Dan will see this post. But Iâm making it anyway. For me.
I love Dan so much. I cried twice while watching Weâre All Doomed in my kitchen. I have actively watched Dan and Phil videos while crying at school. Once, in my bedroom, i was having a panic attack. I had an overwhelming rush of thoughts around 10 or 11 at night about how worthless i am and how terrible everything was going. I opened my tiktok, and there was THE edit that saved me. It was a video of fetus Dan on YouNow talking about his dream home. And then it was cutting back and forth to the Phouse. Then, Dans hopeful monologue in Basically Iâm Gay. Finally, Dans hopeful monologue in Weâre All Doomed. All of this in a softly shaky screen with sad music behind it. I cried a lot. This aspect of my life means so much to me. I think about the Halloween 2023 baking video at least 5 times a day (and sister DanielâsâŠ.uhmâŠ.legsâŠ). I am still so mad i did not buy the satanic Craft shirts. I just rewatched Dans interview last year with Anthony Padilla just because of how goddamn much Iâm obsessed with that angle of Dan with his cute chin and cheeks and fucking dimple. I think about Dans bluntness in his defined-self and truly feel inspired to be like him. I look at his change over the years, his comfortability in his body, seeing that his face and neck are shaped like my face and neck, and heâs fucking beautiful. I donât think Iâd feel comfortable in my weight if not for Dan Howell, and i mean that so insanely sincerely. I read Dans book whenever Iâm feeling hopeless and need a soft sexy British man to tell me the scientific reasoning behind why i feel this way and to assure me heâs felt worse. Iâm so serious when i say i cannot imagine a day of my life without Dan and Phil. I truly donât understand how i lived before or how Iâd expect to live without it. âLiveâ, in the sense of find a way of life, not as in âstay alive.â I canât imagine a day without those big brown boba eyes and that cute dimple and mainly that calming voice that reminds me someone else has felt this way. That reminds me love is possible. That reminds me i have so much ahead of me, so much life and love and joy.
Philâs birthday stream may be my favorite piece of Dan and Phil media, or at least one of them. I find it so comforting and wholesome and beautiful and hilarious. I have such high hopes for Dans birthday stream. Until then, Iâll be working on my long-awaited (still very very unfinished) 2009!Dan and Phil art piece within my art initiative (pinned on my profile) (just for funsies, no money or anything involved). Iâm going to sit there at 3pm (my time) and watch with a huge smile on my face to see my amazing dads spend the time of their lives being sexy and old and happy and disgustingly homosexual while i just embrace all youâve done for me.
Happy birthday Dan
@danielhowell
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Hi there, i would like to request a blurb if that's alright
i was wondering how your wonderful Yandere boys would react if they saw the long-healed but still visible self-harm scars on their loved one? (any place is suitable for scars btw) the funny thing is is that they would see these scars purely by chance, since their beloved constantly walks in closed clothes, because they don't want people to stare or something ( totally not projecting here hehe)
It is totally okay if you don't want to write it though!! Drink water, have a great day/evening/night!!(Love your blog by the way, byeeeee)
Did I just unleash a new wave of traumatized people wanting to read about their comfort characters with my recent post?
TW: past self-injury, slight mention of stalking, Leo gets depressed, manipulation, be very cautious if this is a touchy topic
âŠRattler of the BeansâŠ
He stills, eyes widening at the sight of the marks. It was a brief reveal, but he saw it crystal clear. He doesn't pry, and acts everything is fine, but around the times when you're not near, he chisels down any sharp objects in fear you may do something harmful again. He tends to be more watchful over you, whether it's watching you through the window or clinging to you, he's not going to let you exhibit these harmful behaviours. "You've got nothing to do tomorrow, right? Then why won't you stay the night over?"
âŠLanky Goat RiderâŠ
Gonna be honest with you guys, this is going to further put him in his "I'm useless" state. "Wow, I truly am a failure, aren't I?" It's hits him hard that he couldn't even protect the one person he loves from themselves and places him in a conflicted state. On one hand, he wants to do the whatever it takes to keep you out of harm's way, but on the other, he wants to sink in a pit of depression. So, in the end, he does everything to keep you unharmed but anything else he's going to be depresso espresso.
âŠDo Re Mi Fa Sol La Ti DoâŠ
Drama Queen #1. I'm sorry if this may trigger you, but he's going to inspect any body part that has the scars. And while he does so, he's going to ask questions. It doesn't matter if you try to brush it off, he takes it as a big deal and will not rest until he knows he has everything to never let you do this again. His eyes are crazy with madness, and might even keep you with him at all times (minus when he goes to battle). "Nope, come back here. You're not supposed to leave my side, I need to take the precautions to ensure your health."
âŠHey MacarenaâŠ
Flabbergasted af. He questions why you would do this to yourself; why would anyone harm such a wonderful person like you? It pains him so much he'll cry and attack you with a hug and not letting go. "Why?! Who hurt you so bad that you hurt yourself? I- it kills me!" Straight bawling and mumbling that he's going to always stick to you so you don't witness it ever again. Babies you a shit ton and might even get Dr. Feelings out. Now, when I say Dr. Feelings I mean it'll be like a therapist but with a lot of reassurance. He'll be giving a compliment every other sentence.
(Idk how to feel rn. There isn't much to say...)
(Jfc my house is freezing. I can't believe the heater broke down in the middle of winter and it's going to be broken for another week ;-;)
#yandere rottmnt#rottmnt x reader#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt2018#tmnt#tmnt x reader#yandere tmnt#yandere#yandere x reader#blurbs
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Brilliant Disguise ~ Chapter Eleven
Summary: Speech therapist Josephine Asharm has been brought into Erebor to work with Bifur, but trying to find her place among people who eye her suspiciously would be difficult enough under normal circumstances, but when Sophie finds herself caught between the king, his most trusted lieutenant, and the dwarf sheâs there to help? Sheâs certain no good can come of it. Being of Man, not only does she stand out in the dwarf kingdom, sheâs not entirely certain sheâs actually welcome there at all.Â
Thorin only agreed to allow Sophie to live amongst them out of a sense of duty to Bifur, who is recovering from an odd head injury (is there any other way to describe having an axe blade lodged in oneâs head, only to have it later dislodged during the Battle of the Five Armies?) Before the battle, he spoke only khuzdul. But since it? Heâs regained the ability to speak Westronâif only he could but remember any of it. As for Thorin? Heâs trying his damndest to ignore the speech therapist, not to mention his own growing feelings for her, even as he is also recovering from his near fatal wounding in the same battle.Â
Both Sophie and Thorin are haunted by their pasts and are uncertain of their futures, but sometimes, chances must be taken⊠Â
A/N: I want to apologize for the slow updates, I havenât been in a great headspace to write, and with the semester starting this week, my free time is going to be at a premium, so updates may be even slower. Thanks so much for your patienceâŠ
Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x OFC Josephine (Sophie) AsharmÂ
Characters:Sophie, Thorin, Heather, FĂli, DĂs
Warnings: Sex that doesnât go quite the way itâs supposed to⊠Â
Rating: M
Word Count: 6kÂ
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Previous chapters can be found here.
Thorin heard the silvery laughter before he even stepped into the Great Hall and it made him smile as he paused on the threshold. Balin, who had been walking alongside him, was partway into the Great Hall when he realized Thorin had stopped moving, and came back to say, âWhatâs wrong? Why did you stop?â
Thorin nodded in Sophieâs direction. âHer laugh is beautiful, isnât it?â
Balin rolled his eyes, even as he chuckled and said, âIf I didn't hear it with my own ears, Iâd never believe it.â
âHear what?â
âThe mighty King Under the Mountain marveling at his loveâs laugh.â
âMy love?â
âThorin,â Balin offered up a long look, âyou should only see yourself at the moment. You look almost dazed, as if someone hit you in the face. I have to admit, Iâve never seen you this way and I donât know what that lassie has done to you, but you are smitten.â
âSmitten? Nonsense. Itâs simply that Iâmââ
âSmitten,â Balin finished.
âHappy,â Thorin told him, tearing his eyes from Sophie, seated at the far end of the room with Narnerra and Gimli, Heather tucked between her mother and the healer, eyes wide as they flicked from left to right.Â
âSame difference. And know this, I think it wonderful. The king should find his queen so his sister will leave him be.â
Thorin snorted without thinking. âHave you met my sister? I could marry tomorrow and DĂsâ next quest would be to pester me about having children.âÂ
âThere are worse things she could do.â
âI know,â Thorin nodded, then gestured for Balin to continue moving, âand none of them are any of her concern. She just doesnât wish to think about KĂli and his wedding.â
âItâs only a few weeks out. I highly doubt he and the she-elf are going to break it off between now and then.â
They resumed their stride and as they both stepped int the Great Hall, Sophie looked over and her gaze landing on him was like an actual touch. Heat shot through him, growing hotter at the shy smile and faint blush that swept along her cheekbones. Her gaze lowered and he almost groaned, and then did groan as Balin snorted alongside him. âSmitten.â
âQuiet.â
âGo and sit with her.â Balin let out a soft chuckle as Heather slid down from her chair and bolted toward them. âI daresay youâve been spotted.â
âIt looks that way.â
âMister Thorin!â
Heads swiveled in their direction as Heather launched herself at him and he caught her easily, scooping her up to promptly toss her into the air. âMimĂ»na, one of these days, you will take me from my feet.â
Her shriek of laughter echoed throughout the Great Hall and when he caught her, she threw her arms about his neck. âThat was fun!â
âI imagine it was.â He caught a long tangled curl with his forefinger to draw it away from her face. âWhat did you do today?â
âGimli and I explored again.â
âNot near the forges, I hope?â
She shook her head, her expression solemn. âNo, sir. We did not go near them. Are you going to sit with us?â
âI might, if thereâs room.â
She smiled. âThereâs always room for you, Mister Thorin.â
âThatâs nice to hear, Miss Heather.â
âAnd I know Mama would like it if you sat with us.â
Balin chuckled. âIâm sure she would, Miss Heather.â
Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked over at him. âYou can sit with us, too, Mister Balin.â
âAnother night, my lady,â he told her with a smile. âTonight, Mrs. Fundinson and I are celebrating.â
âCelebrating?â Heatherâs forehead furrowed.Â
âWeâve been married a very long time. And donât ask how long, because I am sure to get it wrong and then she will be angry with me.â
âWe donât want that.â
âNo, we donât.â
âTomorrow?â
âTomorrow it is, love. Now you be good for your mama.â
âI will, Mister Balin.â
âI know you will.â Balin looked up to meet Thorinâs grin. âEnjoy yourself, Thorin.â
âAnd you as well.â
Balin walked off to where his wife sat and Thorin skirted several tables to where Sophie and Narnerra sat. Both women looked up at the same time and Sophie said, âGood evening, Your Majesty.â
It took every ounce of will he possessed to keep from bending over and kissing her right then and there. Although, why he should keep himself from doing so was a mystery to him. He cared not if everyone knew about them. Why shouldnât they? There didn't seem to be a soul in all of Erebor who disliked either Sophie or Heather. And somehow, it seemed to be the general consensus that he should start to think about a future with someone, so it stood to reason they would all be happy for him.Â
So, why didnât he just kiss her?
âMister Thorin?â
He started, having forgotten for a moment he still had Heather in his arms. âI beg your pardon, Miss Heather,â he said with a grin. âI was but woolgathering.â
Her forehead wrinkled. âWhat?â
âWoolgathering. Lost in thought.â
âAbout what?â
âNever you mind. Letâs get you settled, shall we?â He bent slightly to set her on her feet, and as he did, Sophie said, âHeather, what did I tell you about throwing yourself at King Thorin?â
âI don't mind,â he said, moving closer to her chair. âUnless you mind, that is.â
âI don't wish her to make a pest of herself.â
âShe is no such thing. If it came to that, I would tell her myself. Although, I would be nice about it, of course.â He met her gaze and then, giving into that impulse that wouldnât leave him be, he bent toward her.
It seemed as if the room went absolutely silent the moment his lips touched hers and although he felt her start, she recovered in the blink of an eye, her lips moving against his as someone called, âAwww!â from somewhere behind them.
With a soft laugh, Sophie broke away, her cheeks red, but her eyes sparkling. âYour MajestyâŠâ
âWhat? Did I do something I shouldnât have?â
âWell⊠no,â she hedged, the blush in her cheeks deepening. âBut people will know.â
âWe said nothing about keeping us secret, Sophie. Was I supposed to?â
âI thought you might wish to.â
âWhy?â
âWell⊠I⊠IâI don't know, really.â
He moved around behind her chair and bent to press a kiss into the top of her head this time. âI have no desire to keep us a secret, mesmel.â
âThen, I suppose itâs all right.â
He chuckled. âGood to know, now. And youâre blushing.â
âI know!â Her hands came to her cheeks as a silvery laughter bubbled to her lips. âItâs just that⊠well⊠itâs nice.â
âNice?â He sank into the chair on her left, mindful of the eyes all on them. âIâm not so certain I like that.â
âNo, itâs a good thing. Itâs simply I am not accustomed to nice.â
A hint of sadness darkened her eyes to pewter for a moment, but then they swirled silver once more. Without thinking, Thorin caught her hand in his and gave it a squeeze. âYou will become accustomed to it in time, Sophie. I will make certain you do.â
To his surprise, her eyes shimmered briefly and she visibly swallowed before saying, âYour Majesty, Iââ
âThorin.â He winked. âA roomful of people saw me kiss you. I think formality is no longer necessary.â
For a moment, he thought heâd said the wrong thing, as she pressed her lips together. But then, her fingers tightened about his and she gave a sharp nod. âIt does sound silly, doesnât it?â
âYes, but only a little.â He bobbed his head and draped his arm along the back of her chair, smiling when his fingertips brushed her shoulder to send heat streaking through him. âSo, I think going forward I should be Thorin to you.â
Her eyes danced with a hint of mischief. âBut Your Majesty suits you.â
âIt does, I agree,â he said, unable to keep the soft laugh from his voice, âbut I was Thorin long before I was Your Majesty and in all honesty, I prefer it.â
âVery well. But, I should warn you, I might take me a while to remember.â
âThatâs all right. Iâm patient.â
âMister Thorin!â Heather broke in and he looked up to see her staring at him with wide eyes. âWhy are you kissing Mama?â
âBecause I like her,â he replied with a smile. âDoes that trouble you, mimĂ»na?â
She stared at him for a long moment, her face somewhat scrunched as if she was deep in thought. Then, she looked over at Sophie, whose back stiffened as if she was preparing for Heatherâs objections. âDo you like him, too, Mama?â
Thorin found himself holding his breath as Sophieâs silver eyes slide in his direction and it seemed she, too, was deep in thought. Then, she nodded. âI do, love, yes.â
Glancing over Heatherâs head, he caught sight of DĂs taking in the entire exchange, her own smile barely contained and her blue eyes dancing with the mischief that told him she would definitely be asking him about this latest turn of events at some point in the near future.Â
He brought his attention back to Heather, who stared up at him and said, âI suppose it would be all right⊠I thinkâŠâ
Thorin smiled down at her. âGood. I was worried there for a moment.â
Heatherâs expression grew serious once more. âJust be nice to her, Mister Thorin.â
He rose from his chair and moved around to crouch alongside hers. âMiss Heather, I give you my word, I will treat your âamad like a queen.â
âYou better.â
He nodded, as solemn as she was. âI swear upon my life.â
After supper, Sophie rose from her chair and smiled down at Heather. âWe should get back to our apartments, love. You still need a bath.â
Heather pouted. âDo I have to?â
âYes. You and Gimli were running about all day.â
âFine.â Heather slid down from her chair. âGood night, Mister Thorin.â
Thorin smiled. âGood night, mimĂ»na. Behave for your âamad.â
Sophie glanced at Heather, to see if she understood what heâd said to her. Heather nodded, rubbing one eye with her fist as she said, âI will.â
âGood. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
Heather bobbed her head and slipped her hand into Sophieâs, who smiled at Thorin over her shoulder. âGood night, Thorin.â
To her surprise, he winked. âGood night, Sophie.â
Sophie turned away then, and she and Heather made their way down to their apartments, where Heather said, âDo I have to have a bath, Mama?â
âYes. I told you, you were running about with Gimli all day, although, I thought he was sick?â
âHe was, but he felt better, so Miss Narnerra let him come explore with me. She said he hadnât thrown up at all today and we promised not to run about too much.â
âThrow upâŠoh, I hope he didnât.â
Heather shook her head. âNo. He said he was tired, but not feeling bad any longer.â
âGood. But, the fact remains, you were running about and now you look a bit⊠grimy. Where did the two of you go?â Sophie unlocked the door to their apartments and pushed it open.Â
âWe went to the floor below the forges. The Hall of Kings, Gimli said.â Heatherâs brows pulled low. âOnly, I didn't see any kings. But, it has a gold floor.â
They stepped inside and Sophie closed and promptly locked the door behind her. Although she had seen that golden floor for herself, she gave Heather an incredulous look. âA golden floor? Why do I think youâre making that up?â
Heather shook her head as she slipped out of her tiny boots. âIâm not, Mama. Promise, Iâm not. I didnât believe Gimli either, when he told me. But, itâs gold. And so shiny. It looks like I could splash about in it, but itâs solid.â
âThatâs probably just as well. The last thing I want is you to drown in gold.â
âWhy would the floor be gold?â
âI havenât the faintest idea. Perhaps you could ask Mister Thorin next time you launch yourself at him.â
Heather let out a soft laugh. âI like him, Mama. Heâs fun.â
âWell, he likes you, too, but you need to rememberââ
âHeâs the king and busy.â
âRight.â Sophie bent to scoop her up. âNow, letâs get you into the tub before the hour grows much later.â
Their bathing chamber was small, but it was a step up from the one back in Esgaroth. A huge step up, actually, as Erebor had heated running water, and turning the brass tap was a far cry easier than lugging up buckets of water to be heated over the fire. Not only did that take far longer than Sophie liked, but there was always the danger of making the water too hot, or when she tried to cool it, making it too cold.
But Erebor was completely different and the water was just the right temperature as Heather sank into it and let Sophie wash her hair with soap that smelled of lavender and honey. By the time she was finished bathing her daughter, the water was only just getting cool and Heather was more than happy to be wrapped in a thick, fluffy towel, with another wrapped about her hair.
Sophie brought her to her bedchamber, let Heather pick out her nightrail, and then sat and combed out Heatherâs thick hair, braided it, and secured the braid with a ribbon. By the time she finished, Heatherâs eyelids were heavy and her thumb was in her mouth as she snuggled into the pillows.
âSweet dreams, little bit,â Sophie murmured, pressing a kiss into her forehead before rising from the bed to smooth the quilts up to Heatherâs chin.Â
âGood night, MamaâŠâÂ
Sophie blew out the candle and slipped from her room, closing the door by as she stepped out into the hallway to make her way back to the great room. She loved this time of night, when everything was quiet and still, Heather was asleep and that meant Sophie could sit and read, or do whatever mending needed to be done, or just sit and enjoy the quiet.Â
She was just settling down with a book when there came a soft knock at the door. At first, she thought about just ignoring it. After all, she wasn't expecting anyone.Â
But then there came a second knock, bit louder than the first. She closed her book and set it on the table, then rose and moved to the door. âWhoâs there?â
âThorin.â
Her heart gave a flutter at his growling whisper and when she opened the door, that flutter grew worse as he smiled down at her. âI know you werenât expecting me, but I hope you donât mind my being here.â
âNo, of course not.â She stepped back to give him room to pass. âCome in.â
He moved by her. âIâm not disturbing you, am I?â
âNo. I just put Heather to bed and was sitting down with a book. Itâs nothing that canât wait.â She closed the door, then leaned back against it. âWhat brings you down here?â
He faced her, offering up a somewhat shy smile, which surprised her, as he certainly didn't strike her as the shy sort at all. âIâI couldn't stop thinking about you and the more I thought about you, the more I wanted to see you, and so here I am.â
A hint of warmth spun through her at his low confession. âIs that so?â
âIt is.â He met her gaze. âAnd I hope Iâm not making a pest of myself, but itâs been a long time since Iâve been in this position and Iâm not entirely certain what Iâm supposed to do.â
She stepped closer to him and let her hand come to rest on his upper arm. Even through the rough, heavy weave of his henley, the solid bulge of muscle wrapped about that arm felt like stone beneath his sleeve. âYou arenât a pest at all. And to be honest, I don't know what Iâm supposed to do, either.âÂ
âSo, weâre fumbling together, then.â
âI think so, yes.â
He said nothing at first, but just held her gaze, his blue eyes soft. Then, he reached for her, caught her face in his hands, leaned in, and his lips met hersâsoft, warm, teasing as they slowly moved against hers. She reached for him, her fingers curling about his thick wrists, her toes curling in her house shoes as his lips parted and his tongue swept along hers. Her heart beat faster and her belly was alive with butterflies beating their frenzied wings to send her blood smoking through her veins.Â
His thick fingers stretched up, into her hair, tilting her head slightly, deepening his kiss, his tongue slow and teasing, caressing hers, setting those butterflies loose to send sparkling delight swirling through her. Her head spun with that delight, heat ribboning through her, pushing her closer to him, closer until their bodies met. His came firm against her, the muscle solid, as if made from the very stone of the mountain all around them. His thumbs swept against her cheeks, his breath a warm puff against her lips as he pulled back to whisper, âMesmelâŠâ
A smile tugged at her lips, her eyes fighting to close even as she gazed up at him. âI like how that sounds.â
His eyes softened and without a word, he swept her up into his arms and a moment later, they were in her chambers and he bent to set her in the middle of her narrow bed. He loomed over her, all broad shoulders and wide chest, his dark hair spilling all around them as if to block out any prying eyes. The lamp in the Great Room was the only source of light, and it was enough to glint off the silver runes woven into the long braids at either temple, to bounce off the silver ornament gathering his hair just above his nape.Â
She slid her arms about his waist, tugged gently to pull him flush against her, and while he was heavier than sheâd anticipated, she still welcomed his solid bulk, holding tight when he tried to pull back.
âDonât,â she whispered, smiling up at him. âYouâre fine.â
âIâve no wish to crush you.â
âYou arenât.â
A smile played at his lips. âAre you certain?â
âQuite.â
He bent to her, and this time, his kiss came not gentle and sweet but hot and demanding, and she returned it in kind, tugging his henley up above the waist of his trousers to slip her hands beneath it.Â
His skin was hot beneath her palms, the ridges of various scars marring the otherwise solid expanse. As her fingernails brushed his skin, he shivered against her, sighing softly into her mouth. He rocked his hips against hers, shivering once more as he pressed firmly into her. He wasn't the only one who shivered. The feel of him, the firm ridge of his erection sensually pressing into the soft ache between her thighs was enough to make her shiver right back.Â
Thorin broke his kiss, sweeping a feathery kiss over her chin, down along her neck, which she bowed as the heat within her grew thicker and stronger. He kissed down, along her neck, down toward the hollow at its base, and as he did, he shifted his weight to one arm and with his free hand, slid it beneath her tunic. He pushed it up as his hand skimmed along her sensitive skin and when it curved about her left breast and tightened, she couldnât help her gasp. No man ever touched her so gently, almost as if he was afraid of hurting her. He kneaded that breast so tenderly, brushed his thumb teasingly over the hard bead of her nipple, slid his hand free to shove her shirt higher and as he bared that breast and bent to capture her nipple with his lips, she bowed her back just as she had her neck. Fire swept through her at the soft swirl of his tongue about her aching nipple, at the way such a light stroke could melt her from the inside out and sent heat pooling between her thighs.Â
She forced her eyes to open, drinking in the sight of her powerful dwarf above her, the way the light danced along his dark hair, the way it swept along the silver streaks woven like strands of mithril through those dark curls. The air, warm from the fire crackling on the hearth, skimmed along her flesh as he bared it, as he pulled away to whisk her tunic over her head and let it fall in a heap alongside her head.
His eyes glittered in the low light as he drew back to let his gaze wander over her, a soft smile playing at his lips as he murmured, âMahal, you are stunning, SophieâŠâ
He said it with no little awe, as if heâd never seen anything like her, and that awe in his deep voice sent an unexpected shyness swirling through her. âThorinâŠâ
He bent, pressing a soft kiss into her belly, above her navel, and without thinking, she reached to thread her fingers through his hair, which was every bit as soft as it look, and smiled when he sighed at the caress. Another hot kiss swept against her skin, up along her ribs, across her sternum, to capture her other nipple this time.
Her hips rose, rocked to meet him again. Her need for him swelled sharply, her body aching for him in a way it never had before. As they met, he lifted his head, gazing up at her with eyes smoldering sapphire with desire. âSophie⊠mesmel⊠if you wish me to stop, you need say so now.â
âWish you to stop? Why would you say that? I certainly want you to,â she replied, reaching up to catch a long nearly-black curl and drew it away from his face. âUnless you donât want toââ
He bent to cut her off with a teasing kiss, then drew back to whisper, âI do, love. You should only know how much I doâŠâ
âTrust me,â she whispered back, curving her hand against that very prominent bulge in his trousers, âI absolutely know how muchâŠâ
A soft laugh bubbled to his lips. âYou are so very beautiful, Sophie⊠I cannot help my reaction to you.â
The heat his words sent sweeping through her brought back that hint of shyness, the one she hadnât felt since she was much younger and in the grips of her very first crush. Still, she smiled. âYou don't have to say that, you know.â
âI know, but I speak the truth. Iâve thought so since the night we met, when you were chasing Heather down the corridor.â
âDid I apologize for her running into you that way?â
âThere is no need,â he told her, shaking his head. âIâm very fond of her, just as I am her mother.â
âSo, why did you stop kissing me then?â
His eyes danced in the low light, a hint of mischief sparkling in those blue irises and bent to her once more. His lips met hers, and it was the spark to the kindling. Sophie wrapped her arms about his waist, let her fingers curl into the heavy fabric of his henley to tug it up and when it slid up far enough, he pulled away to let her tug it over his head, then shifted his weight from one arm to the other as she pulled it free.Â
She couldn't help but stare up at him. The soft gold light from that lone lamp was just enough to highlight the swells of solid muscle across his broad shoulders, wrapped along his thick arms. Dark hair curled away from his skin across his wide chest and down over his belly, where it disappeared beneath the waist of his trousers. Heavy black lines inked an intricate pattern from the middle of his chest toward his right shoulder, where that pattern continued down his arm, stopping just above his wrist.Â
He smiled, whispering, âI pass muster, I hope?â
âOh, you definitely pass muster,â she murmured back, gazing up at him. His dark hair spilled over his shoulders, the braids swaying gently as he held himself above her, the silver cubes at their ends throwing off soft flecks of light.Â
âGood.â He bent to her, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss that stole the breath from her lungs. She let her hands wander up along his arms, over the bulges of rocklike muscle, along his shoulders, slid a hand into his hair where her fingers twisted in the soft waves and held on. The fire returned, slow and steady at first, but as he rocked against her, as he settled between her thighs, it burned with a greater intensity. He arched against her, softly at first, but with each successive pass, he pressed harder into her, searching out his rhythm to offer them both at least a modicum of relief.Â
Heat wafted from his skin, sank into hers, the ribbons twisting and spiraling through her as he slid a hand along her waist, to the button on her trousers. It gave, the fabric slid away, and his slightly rough palm grazed skin that hadnât been touched in what felt like a lifetime. She shivered beneath his touch, biting down on her bottom lip as he hooked a thumb in the waist of her trousers to push them down.Â
He rocked back onto his knees, smiling as he caught the cuffs of her trousers to tug, whisking them from her and as he did, and his gaze fell upon her, his eyes darkened to almost cobalt, his whispered, âMahalâŠâ almost inaudible.
No man ever gazed at her the way he did right then, his eyes widening ever so slightly as they practically caressed her. Then, his gaze flicked to hers and he smiled, murmuring, âAbnĂąmulâŠâ
Beautiful. And she felt beautiful, beneath that smoky blue-eyed stare of his, beneath the gentle caresses of his huge hands, of his soft lips. She shivered as he bent over and pressed a teasing kiss just above her navel. He feathered kisses over her belly, swept up between her breasts, and met her lips once more. This time, when he came flat against her, he settled between her thighs and arched against her.Â
Sophie dragged her fingernails lightly along his back, over the raised edges of scars sheâd never seen, along the smooth unmarred skin of his lower back, down beneath the waist of his trousers and when she grazed the firm moons of his backside, he actually shivered against her and sucked in a hard breath at the same time.
His lips found hers, hot and hungry, his tongue plunging between her lips to tangle with hers with a ferocity that had her melting against him. She curved her hands against those firm mounds, pulled him harder against her, and it was her turn to sigh as he gave her just a hint of relief from the tension winding its way through her.Â
She fumbled with the fastenings on his trousers, but then they gave and when she eased a hand beneath them and found him, he shuddered from the force of his sharp inhale. His low moan rumbled through her as she let her fingertips sweep ever so gently along his heated length, as she curled her fingers about him to caress him slowly from base to tip.
âMahalâŠâ His voice was husky and low, almost a growl, and disbelief wove through those two syllables, his voice hitching as she stroked him again. âSophie⊠mesmelâŠâ
She gazed up at him. His eyes were closed, his lips softly slack, and his expression serious as he rocked to meet her touch. Her thumb slid over his tip, catching the fluid of his arousal to offer up a silken glide on her next pass.Â
He went still against her. Well, mostly still, as he thrust into her grasp, drew back, and thrust again, whispering, âMahalâthis isâthat is, you areâoh, we shouldâŠâ
She smiled at the faraway tone of his voice and let him slip from her grasp as she murmured, âWe definitely should,â and caught the waist of his trousers to push down over his hips.
He rocked back and rose from the bed, then bent to remove his boots and hose, which he left in a haphazard heap alongside the bed. And when he stood, he shoved his trousers to his ankles, then stepped out of them and, for a moment, Sophie forgot how to breathe. She had never seen a man cut as fine a figure as the naked dwarf before her.
He was utterly gorgeousâthick bands of muscle layered his shoulders, wrapped his arms, his thick thighs, his equally thick calves. He was like the mountain itself, solid and compact and when she met his blazing cobalt stare, a wave of heat more powerful than anything sheâd ever felt before washed over her.Â
This time, when he bent over her, he loomed larger still, blocking out the low light as he found her lips and covered her gently, pressing her down into the soft featherbed. He stretched out alongside her, his hand coming to rest on her hip. It didn't remain there for long, though, sweeping lightly down the length of her thigh as his tongue swept along hers. She melted against him, the crisp hair curling away from his hot skin tickled hers, teased her nipples into tight beads once more.Â
His fingers were light and gentle against her, roaming the length of her thigh. Down along her calf. Up along the back of her knee. They swept over the front of her thigh and then he hesitated, his hand going still just inches away from her melting core.
She shifted, angling her hips to offer up a bit of room for him to ease that large hand between them. He hesitated again, then tentatively brushed along her inner thigh. He grazed upward, and when the backs of his fingers brushed the damp curls at the apex of her thighs, her fingers twisted into his hair and her hips arched to meet his touch.Â
He crept higher, moving slowly, as if he expected her to halt him, to grab his wrist and yank his hand from her.
A laugh, that. The ache within her was impossible to ignore now and when he brushed those curls again, she couldnât hold back her sigh, just as she couldn't hold back her shiver when his fingers slid into her heat. To her surprise, he sucked in a sharp breath along with her as he gently slid a finger inside her.
The heat within her spilled over at that soft caress and she tightened about him. Twisted her fingers harder in his hair, her eyes closing, her body humming as he stroked her, as he teased her, as he brought her so close to the edge that she could almost taste the sweetness of relief.Â
Little by little, her body tensed, hot darts of absolutely bliss poking through her with each pulse, with each swirl of his finger and she met his rhythm, moved with him, the sharp tingles of her climax riding on the tails of those darts.Â
She reached for him, wrapped her hand about that hot, proud part of him and met him once more, each stroke slow and silken, making him moan softly into her mouth as he arched hard into her hand.Â
He broke his fiery kiss, whispering, âMesmel⊠that feels so very goodâŠâ
âOh, does itâŠâ She smiled up at him, pressing a hand into the middle of his chest to push him onto his back.
He obliged, his eyes going wide as she moved astride him. âSophie?â
âWhat?âÂ
She shifted slightly, and when she guided him into her, nothing could have prepared her for his low, rumbling moan, his sudden, sharp thrust, or his growled, âMahal⊠yesâŠâ
Sophie sat back, savoring the fullness of him inside her, the sweet pleasure that went along with that. His hands tightened on her thighs, his breath came in quick bursts, and when she gave just a slight roll of her hips, he shuddered beneath her.Â
She moved slowly, lifted away and came back gently against him, rocked forward and back, as the sensations rolled through her, hot and tingling. He watched her intently, his eyes glittering in the low light, the lids sliding shut, only to have him snap them open once more.
âSophieâŠâ Her name rolled slowly off his tongue, as if he had trouble saying it, his voice thick and husky.
She found her rhythm, but as she did, he groaned low in his throat and tensed, his fingers biting into her thighs now as he arched hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and as she teetered on the verge of utter ecstasy, as the knots deep inside her tightened, he gave a powerful thrust, shuddered hard beneath her.
And came.
Disbelief tore through her. No! Oh, please no! She was so close to that amazing edge, so close to her own fulfillment, and disappointed shot through on disbeliefâs heels as he sank back into the featherbed, his breath coming in short, sharp pants. His eyes closed and he whispered, âAmrĂąlimĂȘ.â
âThorin?â She stared down at him, the frustration of unspent desire, of unfulfilled arousal swirled through her. The fullness inside her dissipated, and he slipped from her with a low sigh bubbling to his lips.Â
But, to her surprise, he reached for her, gathered her against him and whispered, âThat wasâMahalâthat was amazing.â
Perhaps for him. Not so much for her. Still, she let him hold her, even as tears pricked at her eyes. This wasn't fair⊠it wasnât fair that once more, she was left yearning for release, for the fiery hot pleasure the man she was with always seemed to savor. Surely there had to be something in it for her as well. There just had to beâŠ
Thorin wrapped her in his arms, pressed a kiss into the top of her head, and whispered, âSophie, what troubles you?â
âIânothing.â
âSophie,â he shifted slightly to look her in the eye, âwhat troubles you?â
She took a deep breath and shifted off him to stretch out alongside him. âIt was over far more quickly than Iâd expected.â
A hint of color rose along his cheekbones, as if rising from the depths of his beard as he rolled to face her. With a gentle forefinger, he stroked along her cheek. âIt wonât be the next time, mesmel. I promise you, it wonât. Itâs just⊠I didn't expect it to feel that good.â
âWaitâŠâ She stared at him, brows pulled low, âwhat do you mean, you didnât expect it?â
A hint of shyness wove into his smile now and her belly fluttered as he said, âI mean just that. I had no idea what to expect, because this was my first time.â
That was the last thing sheâd expected him to tell her and at first, had no inkling as to how to respond, so she simply stared at him for a long moment before her tongue decided work once more. âYour firstâare you joking?â
âI am not, no.â
âThorin.â
âWhat?â
âYou must be joking.â
He shook his head. âWhy would I joke about that?â He curved his hand against her face and smiled in the low light. âSo, did it not feel so good for you?â
âIt did at first, but thenâŠâ
He came up over her then, urging her onto her back, covering her body with his. âAllow me to make that up to you, then, mesmel.â
She smiled at the mischief dancing in his eyes and decided that her questions would wait.
For now.Â
#The Hobbit#Thorin Oakenshield#Hobbit Fic#Hobbit Fanfic#Fan fiction#The Hobbit fan fiction#Thorin x OC#AU#Thorin Fic#Is it hot in here?#Romance#Richard Armitage
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Something That Digs At Us: 3 - You're the nicest thing I've seen
[Kate and Anthony have a second date, of sorts.
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I must admit that I truly donât know if anything interesting is gonna happen in this story and Iâm sorry. I just like writing this version of Kate and Anthony.
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TW: Brief descriptions of a panic attack.]
Anthony opened his eyes to find Kate, still asleep, cradling his head against her chest. He shifted just a little to look up at her. She looked serene. There was no other word for it. He couldn't help the swell of pride in his chest, however unearned it was. He was happy he could be what she needed to sleep through the night, at least one night. Donât get ahead of yourself. Donât fuck this up. Still, it made him optimistic about her trusting him and their potential to be together. She had to trust him. He kissed the part of her arm that he could reach and was content to continue lying there, soaking in the warmth of finally being in Kate Sharma's arms.
Eventually, Kate started to stir and moan. Well, that sound is gonna be a problem. Maybe Kate just didn't want to have sex last night. Maybe she didn't want to have sex with him at all. Either way, he imagined Kate waking up to find Anthony lying on top of her with an erection would probably be awkward at best.
He tried to calm himself down when Kate started squirming as she was becoming more and more awake. Anthony squeezed his eyes shut. Jesus Christ, I have to get off of her. He moved over to lie beside her instead. He could tell she was going in and out of sleep, slowly becoming conscious. He watched the process unfold, and felt compelled to stroke her hair and justâŠmarvel at the vision beside him. Wake up, Foxtail.
"Who's that?"
Shit. I said that out loud? "Hey, good morning." He propped himself up and looked down at her.
Kate reached up and patted his cheek. "Good morning. Who's Foxtail? Another code name from the picnic basket caper?"
"UhâŠ" Anthony ran his hand over his face and sheepishly peeked at Kate, who seemed equal parts curious and amused. "Foxtail barley is my favourite species of grass."
There was silence as Kate's brow furrowed. Then she smiled and chuckled softly. "That's cool."
"No, itâs not. Having a favourite grass is absolutely not cool, Kate."
"Whoâs Kate? I thought my name was Foxtail."
âJesus.â Anthony fell onto his back and covered his eyes with a forearm. "I know giving you a nickname when we aren't even⊠Well, it's weird as fuck. It just slipped out, truly."
It was Kateâs turn to roll onto her side to look at Anthony. âI may like it. I have âProfessor Death Bladeâ ready to go if we get there. Weâll just have to see how it goes.â
Anthony peeked at her from under his arm. Donât ask. It will ruin the moment. âDoes⊠does that mean you had a good time last night?â Anthony grimaced. Idiot.
Kate nodded. âI did. Did you?â
âI had an amazing time last night. Iâm glad it finally worked out.â Kate looked down, seemingly embarrassed. Anthony rubbed her arm. âNo, no. I understand. I wasnât trying to⊠I had a great time, Kate. And I hope we can do it again.â
Kate visibly relaxed and put her head back on her pillow. âSorry. I meanâ Ugh, Iâm trying not to apologise for, like, um, for just being who I am. Or for doing what I need to do to be OK. I used to do that all the time. My therapist called me out on it. Rude.â
Anthony nodded and lifted a hand up to Kateâs hair and pushed some back over her shoulder. âVery rude.â
She twisted her mouth. âCan we inelegantly change the subject?â
âMy specialty.â
Kate giggled. âWhat do you have on today?â
âWell, what with Daphne and Simon getting engaged, Mum wants us all at the house today and tomorrow for all kinds of celebrations and family bonding and tormenting of Simon.â
âPoor Simon.â
âIâll be gentle.â
âI donât believe you.â
âYeah, I wouldnât, either.â
Kate looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath as she spun the ring on her finger. âKentâs a bit of a drive from here.â
âYeah.â
âDo you need to leave, then?â
âNot really, I just need to go across the hall and pack an overnight bag and go.â
Kate nodded with a quiet, âmmm.â
Anthony shot up to sitting. âShit, was that you telling me you want me to leave? Sorry, that went completely over my head.â
âAnthony. If you want to leave, you can go, but I wasnât telling you to. I⊠donât want you to.â
âOh. Good, âcause, um⊠I donât want to leave, either.â He really didnât. This almost felt like they were already on a second date. Anthony leaned back against the headboard and Kate followed suit by sitting up. Anthony took a chance and slid his hand into hers and could not stop the sigh of relief when Kate intertwined their fingers and rested her head on his shoulder.
âIâm surprised Newton hasnât run in here.â
He felt Kate shrug next to him. âHe doesnât come in here unless I tell him to. And itâs early, so heâs OK out there. May even still be asleep.â
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Anthony asked. âAnd do you have plans today?â
âVisiting Amma, probably. If I can get myself to leave my flat.â
Anthony decided to leave the second part of that alone. âAmma is⊠Kaveri, right?â
âRight.â
âAnd Mary isâŠâ
âMum. Or Mummy, if Iâm being a brat.â
âBut they arenât together, right?â
âNo, Amma was my dadâs first wife. And Maryâs my stepmother.â
âBut Kaveri and Mary are friends?â
Kate nodded.
âThatâs⊠lucky.â
There was silence for a while until Kate looked up at Anthony, âYou want to ask more about it, donât you?â
âYes, but it seems really personal.â
âWell, seeing as how weâre lying in bed together with nothing but boxers and a satin nightgown separating usâŠâ
âIâm very aware of that.â Too aware.Â
Kate laughed before continuing. "My parents divorced when I was three. Appa married Mary when I was six. Appa and Amma stayed close. We were all this happy family, really, the four of us. Five, once Ed was born. People thought it was odd. Sometimes they thought Amma and Mum were sister wives, which we all thought was quite funny. Amma and Mary bonded after Appa died. They both⊠They were both in a pretty bad place for a while. And they had each other to be in it with."
"What was your dad's name?"
"Maaran."
"May I ask why your parents split up? Sorry if this is too many questions."
"No, no. It's fine." Kate looked away, sighing with a faint smile on her lips. "My parents loved each other. Truly. They explained it to me when I was older. They grew up together. Their families are close. They were best friends. Everyone assumed they would get married. It made sense to them, too. So, they did. But they were never in love. And that could have been fine, but they realised they both wanted the chance to find it. Like, passionate, romantic love. And Appa did with Mary."
"And Kaveri?"
"No. It hasnât happened."
"And she's alright?"
"Oh, she's thriving. I can't keep up with her. And I don't think she needs me to."
Anthony recognised the resignation in her voice. âItâs odd, isnât it?â
âWhat is?â
âMay I ask how old you were when your father passed?â
âEighteen.â
âFuck.â
âWhat?â
âSo was I.â
âOh⊠Yeah, I think I knew that.â
âAnd you said Kaveri and Mary had each other.â
Kate started spinning the ring on her finger. âI did say that, yeah.â
âAnd who did you have? Who took care of Edwina?â
Kate sat up straighter and started shaking her head. âAnthonyââ
âKate, I know what itâs like.â
âThat may be true but I donât want to talk about it right now. I donât want to think about it. Shit.â Kate started hyperventilating. âShit!âÂ
Anthony moved to face Kate. âShit, OK. UmâŠâ Anthony heard rustling outside of Kateâs bedroom before Newton ran in carrying a bag in his mouth. He jumped on the bed, ignoring Anthony, and sat in Kateâs lap. Kate gathered Newton up in her arms and took the bag he was carrying. She opened it and out fell a pill bottle. Kate popped one of the pills into her mouth and swallowed it. As she stroked Newtonâs fur, she took a series of slow, deep breaths.
Anthony was staring helplessly, at a complete loss. He wanted to take care of her, but he didnât know how.
âItâs OK, Anthony.â
Anthony didnât realise he had zoned out until Kateâs voice pulled him back. Sheâd calmed down, but she was still clutching Newton.
âKate. I am so sorry.â
âAnthonyââ
âI didnât know what to do.â
âThere was nothing you needed to do. Thatâs what Newtonâs for. What meds are for. What breathing is for, remember that?â She smirked a little at that last part.
âRight. I still feel like I should have done something.â
Kate shook her head and put a hand up to Anthonyâs cheek. âI know what you can do.â
He raised his eyebrows.
âDonât make it about you.â
âYeah. Of course. Iâm sââ
Kate put her fingers on his lips. âI know. But this isnât something you need to concern yourself with. At least not untilâWell, unless⊠Weâll have to see how it goes, right?â
Anthony nodded with a soft smile. âWeâll see how it goes.â
Kate almost imperceptibly tapped Newton a couple of times and the dog hopped off the bed and wiggled his stout body out of the room. She pulled Anthony into a hug. He took the opportunity to inhale deeply. âYou smell good.â
âItâs probably my soap. Itâsââ
âLilies. Trumpet lilies, to be specific. I imagine they were harvest from the region ofââ
Kate pushed him away with a laugh. âShow off.â
Silence settled between them and Anthony found their hands clasped on the bed.
âI need to be alone for a while.â
âYeah, OK. I need to get ready to go to Mumâs.â
They both nodded but neither moved for a little while.
âIâll be back tomorrow.â
âAlright.â
âCan I kiss you good-bye?â
Kate nodded enthusiastically. âPlease do.â
The kiss was decidedly not of the chaste variety and did not feel like good-bye at all. Still, Anthony found the willpower to crawl off of the bed. As he put his clothes on and turned to leave, Kate giggled.
âWait a minute. Whatâs on the back of your arm?â
He looked over his shoulder. âOh, right.â
âIs that a tattoo of foxtail barley?â
âI told you it was my favourite.â
âYou did.â
âStill cool?â
âEven cooler now.â
â
âMa?â
âIn here, Chellam.â
Kate found her mother crocheting in her living room. Kate leaned down and kissed her on the cheek before sitting next to her on the couch. Newton looked at her expectantly and Kate pointed to her feet, so he settled there.
âWhat are you working on?â
âA jumper for Edwina. Mary helped me pick the colours. Nice, eh?â She held up the work in progress, rightfully proud as it looked like it was coming together beautifully.
âVery. Sheâll love it.â
Kaveriâs hands continued to manoeuvre the yarn and hook around each other expertly. âSoâŠâ
Kate exhaled as she leaned her head back on the couch and looked over at her mother, whose eyebrows were raised over her glasses. âItâŠâ A smile broke out. âIt went really well.â
âAh, nalla! When is he popping by?â
âAmmaâŠâ Kate rolled her eyes.
âIâm kiddingâmostly. Somewhat. About thirty percent kidding. Iâm happy for you, chellam.â
Kate said nothing.
âShouldnât I be?â
âWeâll see if he wants to go out again.â
âWhy wouldnât he?â
Kate shrugged. âThink he wants to. Itâs just⊠I had a panic attack this morning while he was still at mine. We were talking about Appa and he kept asking about how things were after he died.â
âWhy would heââ
âHe was the same age I was when his dad passed. I really think he was trying to connect over it. But it was too much. I wasnât expecting it and it was⊠It was just too much.â She didnât realise her breathing had become shallow until Newton jumped into her lap. Kaveri pulled Kate over enough to hold her.
âAh. Please donât tell me that boy treated you poorly because of it.â
âNo, no. He was fine. He was quite⊠attentive. But Iâve been through this before. Though I suppose it would be harder for him to ghost me since he lives across the hall.â
Kaveri sucked her teeth. âLetâs try to base our expectations on his actions, hm? Not any goyyala that may have come before him. And if he turns out to be one of them, heâll have to answer to me, Mary, and Agatha. And weâre all scared of Agatha. OK, chellam?â
Kate nodded.
âSo, he was at yours this morning, eh?â Her smile was cheeky.
Kate clicked her tongue. âAmma, please. It was a literal sleepover. Iâm still as pure as the driven snow.â
#bridgerton#anthony x kate#kate and anthony#kate x anthony#kanthony#kate bridgerton#kate sharma#kate sheffield#anthony and kate#kanthony fanfic#kathony fanfic#kathani bridgerton#kathani sharma#kathony fic#kathony#brigerton au#lord bridgerton#lady bridgerton#neighbors au#anxiety#mental illness#mental health#something that digs at us au#something that digs at us
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âš Day 319/365 âš of positive reflections and self-care
Let's talk about today đ
I did all of the things I looked forward to and they made me feel happy and accomplished, like I'm this unique creature that it's at the center of my own world. It felt magical. The day overall wasn't great though, I had to call off work because I had been anxious all day, non-stop panicking and freezing. Mostly due to my sister's mood swings, whenever she gets aggressive I lose completely any focus and procrastinate anything because I have brain fog and I'm too anxious to start any task. Luckily I followed up with my notebook so at least I managed to deal with the emotions on the spot. As for the day, I spent it mostly on social media, laying in the bed feeling bad. Later in the day I had a shower, did my hair, then helped a friend on discord, exercised and did some yoga, which was the highlight of my day. I truly believe in the power of healing, it's just very hard to commit to it (even though it's basically the solution to traumas) and very easy to get depressed instead. But we keep going because we know better.
What are you grateful for today? đ»
I'm grateful for myself, for doing things I love even when I don't feel like loving them.
What are you looking forward to tomorrow? đ
I'm looking forward to talking to my therapist about the anxiety spikes I have been having lately, paired with the fact that I'm barely going out and seeing any friends, on top of the fact that I still haven't found a job. I'm also happy that I will see one of my friends I haven't seen in a long time.
#positive mental attitude#positive thoughts#positivity#we can do this#note to self#self love#mental health#self care#positive#self healing#2022 journal#we are in this together
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why is a t-shirt more expensive if it doesn't have sleeves?? lol
buying my dad a birthday present and having my annual "I don't have a family anymore" breakdown :)
I actually think it would have been easier if my parents had separated when I was a kid. As an adult I have no footing to figure out how to be their kid anymore. It feels like we lived together under one roof for decades and are now complete strangers.
First my brother. dealing with his legitimate issues, pushed us all away, and now he only talks to my mom.
My mom separated from my dad also for legitimate reasons and is now living with her boyfriend.
My dad's pushed everyone who loves him away, which he thinks is because they can't handle his political views, but actually it's because he called them all stupid and idiotic to their faces. Multiple times.
Mental illness abounds. My dad won't see a therapist, he'll only see a family friend who believes some pretty hokey stuff about the mind and 'vibrations' etc. But I look at it as at least he's talking to someone. I may not understand her beliefs, but I do know her as a kind person, and if my dad feels comfortable confiding in her then the rest isn't my business. My dad has told me he thinks he has ADHD, depression, he blames it all on his own family life growing up, he recognizes his mistakes - but also he can't stop himself calling people stupid. He really tries when he talks to me though. I do think it's dementia or undiagnosed mental illness because at this point he spouts angry politics like a tic, anything triggers it, any alternative point of view or simple fact check is an attack, and he has to work really hard to rein himself in. But again, he does try with me.
My mom seems really happy and her boyfriend seems nice. I don't dislike him at all. But I feel like I understand the step kid reservations about the "replacement dad." I never did growing up. I just chalked it up to "feeling sad" but it's more than that, it's a future you thought you'd have with one person, instead of disappearing when that person does, continuing with an entirely different person. It's not bad of course. It's mostly good. But it's beyond sad at the same time. Someone was supposed to be there who isn't, even though they're still alive. Someone else is there instead.
Brother seems to be doing much better too. I'm not sure of the details but it sounds like he either officially has some sort of autism diagnosis, or has gathered enough evidence to self-diagnose. It sounds like he's made some supportive friends at his new job and is figuring things out, so that's great.
My dad is the hardest because I don't hear much good news from hi. I don't hear bad news either. I want to hear that he isn't alone all of the time. But realistically I think he's got to have trouble making new friends and being part of a community. He never had trouble doing that before, but his habit of complaining and talking politics constantly gets in the way now. When we talk he usually seems okay, right until he starts talking about our family and how things used to be, and then he starts to cry. So I really struggle through calls with him. Gotta do one today or tomorrow because it's his birthday and I'm so upset just thinking about it.
It's now been four years since my parents separated so you'd think stuff like that would be getting easier. I don't think it is for my dad. And for me, I just keep feeling like my mom's off living her life, my brother's off living his somewhere else, and my dad's living his in another somewhere else, and there's no longer any reason for all of us to be together again. I barely know them anymore.
Ironically I was the one who left first. Not that my staying would have changed anything, though. I just avoided home during what college breaks I could because of my brother's outbursts. I tried to get away. I was lucky that I was following my dreams. Since things started falling apart, I went to college, moved to Japan, got a job, met my boyfriend, and have just been living mostly happily. Idk why all the trouble happened around me instead of to me. I am grateful for it, but it also makes me feel like even more of an outsider.
Even when I was a kid, I didn't have the complaints that my brother did about our family or school or whatever. That doesn't mean his complaints aren't valid. It's a bit complicated but there's plenty of stuff that was messed up. Some of it affected only him. But what did affect me I guess just didn't bother me in the same way. I always felt like anything I didn't like would go away some day so I didn't worry about it. That's why I describe myself as an optimist even though I don't think that's people's impression of me when they meet me haha. But I have a weird optimism that just assumes any bad situation is going to work out. Right now my big fears are mostly about my dad being alone in his old age. I'm still thinking about what I should do. I don't have any money and I don't have a house. Even my apartment is a shoe box. I also live in a different country which my dad wouldn't like (just because he's very much a creature of habit and has never enjoyed things being different - food especially). I'm not in a situation where it's easy, or even possible, to just say come live with me. I'd probably have to leave Japan and go home. Which is something I always knew was possible when my parents got old. But I figured if that happened, I would have both parents living with me, not just one.
It could be good though. I just don't know how I'd do it. If I had to move home, I have no idea what that would mean for my boyfriend, who has never expressed an interest in even visiting the US, let alone living there. Having ties in different places feels like being made to decide who you love more.
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Health update
My skin is looking better and I feel better. I haven't used steroids in a week and a half. I got some inflammation today. Probably because I haven't used steroids and possibly due to rising progesterone during the luteal phase (apparently may trigger some inflammation but I'm not 100% sure here).
My neck and ear infections disappeared 95%. My face does have some rashes, but nowhere near as bad as it was 2-4 weeks ago.
My hands may be inflamed, but look great for skin that hasn't been treated with steroids in a week and a half. I couldn't go a week without steroids or protopic since March.
I know fasting for too long made my inflammation way worse. It leads me to believe that ultimately, my eczema has a stress/hormone root cause (besides genetics of course). I'm meeting with an OBGYN next week to ask about how hormones play a role in inflammation. I'm not crazy about the idea of birth control, but I can ask about supplements like Vitex, chasteberry and DIM to see if they can help. In general being in charge of my hormonal health can be very helpful, especially in the context of stress and skin inflammation. I know reducing steroid use and not fasting and reducing stress and following an anti-inflammatory diet will also help with blood sugar and insulin resistance. We associate eating sugar and junk with blood sugar imbalances. But chronic stress and medication can elevate blood sugar. Such as prolonged fasting and steroids.
I've been eating a banana each morning. I'm taking a break from fasting, but am breaking my fast with a healthy carb. I now also have a lot of energy and can go for daily walks of 11k steps.
I'm seeing a psychiatrist tomorrow and I hope that goes well. I'm also seeing my therapist and plan to go more often, because I need it lol.
I want to eventually focus on gut heath and see a dentist. I want to go with my mom. I'm going to speak to my therapist about this. I don't like dentists and feel like they either recommend treatments that are unnecessary or know nothing about health in general. Ask a dentist if they know what vitamin K2 is and watch them give you a confused look. I know fat soluble vitamins and minerals are great for teeth. Unfortunately I do have issues with malabsorption, which prevents me from absorbing enough nutrients from food and supplements. I know this has an impact, which is why gut health here is important. I'm taking my enzymes and drinking aloe juice, but I'll see how this goes and if I need to modify my protocol.
Another good thing - by following my anti-inflammatory diet, I'm avoiding foods that have hidden sugars (which are inflammatory by nature). These include sauces, sandwiches, breads, pizza, fried/breaded foods, processed cheeses, white pastas, etc... Some other foods like instant oatmeal, yogurt, non-dairy milks and coffee do too. But I get those unsweetened. With that, I'm consuming less sugar and am reducing my cravings for sugar in general. I do eat chocolate sweets, but in small portions (I tend to stick to 70% dark chocolate). I had a mocha last week and 1/4 of a semi-sweet Crumbl cookie and some dark chocolate caramel pieces. I keep the portion sizes small. I lost my cravings for sugary baked goods like cookies and brownies in large portions (I had a brownie with my mom last month when I ordered pizza and it just felt too sweet an decadent, that I had to have a healthy dinner afterwards instead of pizza). So a small piece will do (like the 1/4 cookie). I know this helps a lot with things like blood sugar and insulin resistance and even teeth. I do have a sweet tooth and I satisfy it with 70% chocolate because I love chocolate. But I keep <70% chocolate and baked goods and mochas to a minimum. I do have them but in smaller portions, thanks to my new diet which reduces my intake of hidden sugars, and I don't even feel deprived. I do get sauces that use avocado and olive oil as bases (like mayo) and I found an app that shows local restaurants that don't use inflammatory seed oils.
I'm feeling better now. I'm just worried about my skin because I'm worried about future flares and things getting worse. But I'm seeing overall improvement. And I'll go see the psychologist and dentist with my mom in the future, which is also causing me stress.
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Do you think i'm crazy?
Originally Published Jul 24th, 2017
Do you think Iâm crazy?
Because my therapist does.
Iâd like to preface this with a quick thank you, to the internet. Specifically weird facebook, specifically aesthetes. Thanks for giving me space to completely ignore my own shitty shitty thoughts and delve into a more reformed sense of self-deprecation and great humor. Thank you, mr. skeletal
Iâd also like to say that it is close to a miracle that i am still here, and alive. If you told me when i was 12 that i would actually make it to see 20, it wouldnât have made sense.
Depression creeps. It creeps up on you like lights dimming in a theater. Your eyesight gets fuzzy and your breathing slows down and you let your mind set into a new reality. Depressed is a word I learned early but never actually used, because from what i understood about the word, if you are depressed, you need help.
Help isnât a hug or a smile or someone who wants whats best for you: help is a waiting room with no one in it. Help is a 3 page consent form and no family vacations because you have to pay for therapy. I never ask for help anymore.
Moreso depression is the feeling that help cannot come, it is not available to you and it never will be. it is hopelessness, helplessness, loneliness incarnate. I am in love but I am lonely. There are places to go for help â but I canât.
Canât. Canât means a lot more when you talk about yourself. Itâs a reflection of what you think you ought to be doing, and how much you believe in yourself. If someone says that you are qualified and you say you canât, the idea is that you are being modest, because you can! you, are qualified, able. Canât is a failsafe. Canât will get you nowhere. Cannotâs have not gotten many people anything they deserve in life. However with depression, it seems like you canât be deserving of anything.
I constantly find myself apologizing.
One time I apologized to a woman, for opening my backpack and getting my notebook out, though it had nothing to do with her and she wasnât in the way at all but i felt compelled to admit that iâd been so foolish and stupid and dumb, moronic and unfit for society because my notebook was in my bag, not my hands. She laughed at me and told me not to apologize, so i apologized again, cursing myself for being so stupid as to apologize to someone who clearly didnât care. Apologizing for existing, in my experience, is the most intense rejection of self.
Itâs hard to do things for yourself when youâre feeling undeserving. Bathing, brushing your hair and putting on a full outfit. Making breakfast, lunch or dinner. Making a Healthy breakfast, lunch or dinner. Making plans. Going to the grocery store. Going to the pharmacy, going to your friends, going to the kitchen, going to the mailbox. getting out of bed, cleaning your room, smiling, hobbies, calling your parents. Every little thing feels like a to-do list written in the worst handwriting imaginable. By even trying to get started, sometimes, it becomes too much to bear. and we break, and we curl back up in the blankets, and promise to try again tomorrow.
If i could explain anxiety, I probably wouldnât have a headache right now. I wouldnât be afraid to go outside if anxiety had a cause/effect kind of spiel, but instead anxiety is best defined as Jean-Paul Satreâs hell: a feeling you cannot escape. Anxiety is getting off the bus one stop early because you donât want to miss your stop and youâre not confident enough that when you press the button, it will work. Anxiety is spending 2 hours getting ready for a party and spending more time trying to convince your friends to leave than actually enjoying yourself. Anxiety, goddammit its that feeling you get when you donât know whether you completely aced that math test or if you got every question wrong and it keeps you up for three days only to go into class and find out that on the way to work, your professor had her window open and all of the papers flew out, so you have to take a make-up test that day. Itâs wasted energy because your body canât think straight.
Somedays i canât leave the house. Makes it hard to have a job and class and friends when that happens. Itâs never as bad as I expect, but expectations are our own form of realities, so when I make it back after my scrimmages I find myself, exhausted.
Why did I do that Why did I do that
Why did I do that
Why did I do that
Why
Did I
Do that
(why did I do that?)
Every scenario you wonder why it went wrong, every scenario it is your fault why it went wrong. Itâs schrodingerâs predicament, as it may or may not have happened in the way you believe it did, but you will never really know what happened until you peel back the lid that youâve closed tight on yet another experience that haunts you, like if you forgot the name of the personâs birthday party you were at, or rather, you werenât sure of youâd forgotten it, so you tried so hard to avoid using any name to refer to them all night that you ended up hiding behind the snack bowl, hoping to listen in on a conversation that would open your mind up to the realization that you were right about this personâs name the whole time.
Every layer you reveal is another one of your close friends, verbally giving you a pat on the back âdonât worry about it, itâs really fine.â If I had a genie, if genies exist, someone should ask for a redefinition of the word âfineâ
Is it fine that I spilled some water on my lap at dinner? Or is it fine if I knocked the whole pitcher over. Is it ok? Or is it just âfineâ? With the redefinition of fine I believe Iâll find myself at ease a lot more, but then everything will not be fine.
I started to carry around reminders about how insignificant some problems are, however the panic sets in before I can get my shaky little fingers around the crumpled up fortune in my pocket.
At the end of it all, im grateful for a mind able to dissect my own faults and frenzies, grateful that I am not debilitated by such fears and feelings.
At the end of it all I still breathe and walk around, I brushed my teeth today and even though at the end of the day I donât think anyone really gets what Iâm saying,
At the end of it all, it will be ok.
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The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
- The Bad. - The Good. - The Ugly - What I am Learning - How I am Growing - Conclusion,
The Bad.
Today has been one of those days that just seems to keep getting worse. It started off with a missed phone call from my lawyer about my SSI, which had me feeling down right from the start. I was really looking forward to getting some good news, but now I have to wait to hear back and find out what was so important. The bad.
The Good.
I did have a therapy session today, which went alright, but it's still tough to talk about everything that's been going on. My therapist is great and always makes me feel better, but some days are just harder than others. The good. My boyfriend has been working on some projects all day, which has been great to see, but it's also a reminder that I haven't been able to do much lately. I've been trying to figure out how to use this Oracle Virtual Machine, but I just can't seem to get the hang of it.
The Ugly
To top it off, I'm starving and there's nothing good to eat. I feel like I've tried everything, but nothing seems to satisfy my cravings. I just want to take a nap and start over tomorrow. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day. I just feel like I keep struggling to miss opportunities if that makes any sense. I have so many things going on at once at all times and I don't know which direction to go with. Not to mention the fact that I am actively self teaching myself how to do all this new computer tech. I am trying to figure out how to setup a new wordpress site through oracle so that I can have the domain that I want and not have to pay for the service. Which would be AMAAAZING! Because who wants to have to pay for things when you can get them for free? Am I right?
What I am Learning
Its just really hard. It is one of the most challenging things that I have put on my plate in a really long time. Not to mention the fact that I am not that tech savvy to begin with. HA HA. But I will preserver in the end! I don't know what sparked the initiative to want to do this inside of me was but whatever it is I kind of like it.
How I am Growing
I was talking to my therapist today about how I've never really been one to take initiative in my life. I've always just went with the flow and let other people be the conductors in my life. However, more and more recently that's been changing. I have been more willing to take the first step and push myself to do and try things I never would have before. Its a really exhilarating feeling. I can feel and see myself becoming a new woman that I love and appreciate and respect. I am no longer shying away from things that make me feel insecure or obsolete. I am taking challenges head on. Not only am I facing these challenges but most of the I conquer as well. This is not to say I don't get frustrated or stuck sometimes because believe me, I do. But I am learning how to take breaks and do things in increments instead of trying to rush and get everything done all in one sitting. I really think that I have my boyfriend and starting this new company to thank for my new found talents. I would have never been this patient with myself if life never put certain obstacles in my way forcing me to slow down and embrace things step by step. I literally have no choice but to do so in some circumstances and now I try to apply it with everything I do. Stop being so impulsive and think.
Conclusion,
Think before I react. Think before I respond. Think before I do. Think before I think. ha ha. - The Bad. - The Good. - The Ugly - What I am Learning - How I am Growing - Conclusion, Read the full article
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all of my writing explores dark themes such as non-consent, dubious-consent, and a/b/o subjects. if any of this offends you, this has been your warning!
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Daddy Dearest
Youâre a single mother whoâs new to town. Steve Rogers has convinced himself that heâs exactly what you and your son need.
Claimed
A mission goes awry and Steve loses control. {alpha!Steve}
Made for the Gods
The God of Lightning takes what the God of War has. {mythology au}
Kept Woman
Being in the wrong place at the wrong time finds you at the mercy of a dangerous man with an obsessive hunger that canât be satisfied. {mafia au}
Unhappily Married (completed)
Your dream job becomes a nightmare when your employers reveal their true colors. {dad!Steve}
I II III IV V
Protect & Serve
Escaping an ugly past, you have no choice but to return home. While much has remained the same, Officer Rogers is a new addition who has won over the hearts of the town in your absence. And no one believes you when you start to see him for who he really is {cop!Steve}
Regrets of Yesterday
â„ Seeds of Tomorrow {II}
   ℠Mistakes of the Heart {III}
Your arranged marriage to the infamous Steve Rogers isnât what you initially thought it would be, but things have worked out better than you could have imagined. However, your arrangement with your husband becomes complicated when feelings, and circumstances, that neither of you anticipated come into play {mafia au} Â
Stranger Beside Me
You and Steve have the perfect relationship, and you want to keep it that way. Itâs why he can never discover your secrets, but your secrets wouldnât even exist if it werenât for his own.
Cruel Intentions
After escaping an abusive ex, you find solace in a therapist recommended to you by a friend. Â
Love Bites
In a coven, the masterâs word is law, and humans are nothing more than pets to symbolize wealth and prestige. They tell you that being the masterâs pet is a great honor, but the poorly constructed façade is broken when you forsake honor for love {vampire!Steve}
The BeguiledÂ
You and your brother are reunited with old friends, one preparing for his upcoming nuptials and the other now a king. Your kind friend Steve has now been replaced by a man with a seemingly harmless infatuation, but when has the desires of a king ever been harmless? {king!Steve}
I II III
Love and War
Even the love of a goddess is no match for a godâs envy. {mythology au}
Unhappily Married
  ℠Where you struggle to accept your fate
  ℠Where the baby finally arrives
  ℠Character POV
Daddy Dearest
  ℠Where you struggle to accept your new reality
  ℠Where youâre pregnant
Cruel Intentions
  ℠Where Nakia comes to visit
  ℠Character POV
The 10th Commandment
  ℠Where Steve learns the truth
  ℠Hypothetical dark!Steve {not canon}
Claimed
 ℠Where the reader makes peace with her situationÂ
Sheâs With Me
 ℠If Steve had stopped her escape
Stranger Beside Me
 ℠The Aftermath
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the 5 stages of (my) life
summary: he was everything. there was no before or after him. it was just him.
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
words: i think 7k?
warnings: thoughts of loneliness, depersonalisation, mention of depressive symptoms, a lot of bad words at some point, implicit descriptions of sex. i wrote this to be pure angst, idk if i got it, we'll see, you'll tell me.
note: i was watching Grey's Anatomy today and a specific episode about a couple inspired me to write this. it's too inspired by that so thank you Grey's! i don't know if i got the angst i wanted, i hope i did. i actually wrote this just with suffering on my mind. anyway, hope yall like it!! (English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes!) also, I uploaded this at half past one in the morning so I didn't have time to edit the quotation marks, but tomorrow night I'll make the text look much nicer!
thank u for reading!
You never thought things would go this far.
"I'm not going to stand here and watch you risk your life because you're incapable of expressing your feelings. I'm not worth being put through this."
"You're talking about my fucking life! Why do you want to take control of all the shit I do now? Fuck you."
"I can't believe how fucking insane you've become."
You never thought things would get worse like this.
"I gave up a lot of things for you and you know it!"
"You make it sound like I forced you to. I never asked you to give up your life for me!"
"Exactly, that's the damn problem! You've never asked me to do anything, you've never asked me to do anything, I've just done all this stuff on my own trying to cope with a relationship that's become⊠one-sided!"
You had heard for a long time how a great many people had said that their best relationships had started with a flame. You couldn't count on the fingers of your hands the number of times you've heard someone say that the best relationship is the one that is always alive, where they keep the flame burning.
But what if it's not a flame? What if it all started with a fire?
You'd heard a lot of things about love, about life, about attachment, but you'd never really experienced it, and you couldn't know how, with the lifestyle you led, your reactions would be when you finally had one. Although, honestly, you didn't expect to ever have one after so many disappointments and abandonments; however, there was one thing that was common about love, that you had heard everyone say: it comes when you least expect it.
But the moment came and, after that event, you considered that your life had only five stages. Only five truly remarkable things that had brought you to the eternal extreme of misery. There was nothing before, there was nothing after. There was only him.
1
You had seen that man, by far, about seven times in the last month. He had a stern look on his face, as if he was in a constant staring match with someone inside his head, or as if he was someone completely drained of emotion, who had lived and felt too much and was tired of it.
Or maybe he was just unfriendly.
Every time you went to therapy, within the last four weeks, you met that man.
The two of you always waited, sitting across from each other in the narrow hallway, trying fiercely to avoid each other's gazes. Or well, you tried not to meet his too much, sometimes it really felt too heavy. Then he would be called first and, more often than not, he would come striding out with his hands clasped. If his vibe was too strong for the session, your therapist never tried to point it out. When he left, the doctor would appear behind him with her typical half-smile calling you by your last name, even though you had asked her not to do so several times.
The other times, which were not so common, the man actually took the time to look serene. You even thought you saw him give you a nod in greeting once, but you couldn't be completely sure of that.
You had never spoken to each other, you were just two strangers who happened to be in the same place at the same time of day at certain times of the week. Still, sometimes, when his eyes met yours, you felt like you were looking into a mirror.
Anyway, you had never spoken to each other, until one day you decided to change that, just because what was the worst that could happen?
"After a while it feels like you have no reason to come, don't you think?"
The man turned his head, and it was the first time he saw you out of volition. His clear eyes moved in an almost imperceptible way, analysing something about you, your face, your clothes, your posture. He looked like a predator ready to strike, but he didn't count on you being a very, very chill gazelle.
"I don't know if you can relate, but it's been really hard for me to come these last few times. I think my only motivation is to come here to have a battle with you of who can go the longest without seeing the other for 30 minutes even though our feet are almost touching?"
You thought you heard a snort in response. Mmm, it wasn't much, but worse was nothing.
"You could just not come," he replied, more crudely than you expected, actually surprising you because you didn't expect him to even pay attention to you.
"Yes, I could," you agreed with him, your gaze drifting to the white tiles, "Anyway, I don't have someone who really cares that I'm okay."
You twisted your lips in a very conformist gesture, and dismissed your attempt at conversation as a failure. Indeed, what was the worst that could happen? That the man would think you were pitiful. But what does it matter? He is a stranger. He's the only person you see regularly besides your therapist. Why should you care that the conversation didn't work? You shouldn't expect the opposite. At some point he'll stop going, he can't be as bad as you. When you least expect it, it will just be you in that narrow hallway again.
"Therapy can be very counterproductive for people who are alone."
You looked up when the man spoke again. You didn't know if you were seeing wrong, but his gaze wasn't as hard as before. He seemed⊠sympathetic.
"If it makes you feel any better, you're not alone when we wait in this hallway."
You didn't answer him. You watched him as if he were a fly swatted on a wall. You didn't know what to say. What was that supposed to be? Words of support? From a stranger? And what was supposed to be a response to them? That man had flipped the table on you, catching you off guard, and that didn't make you feel very good.
You watched him even after a while in silence, when he had already looked away, his head was down and he had focused on other things. You didn't know what your scrutiny was about; you didn't know whether you were looking for a lie or a mockery, a truth or a ruse. You didn't even know what it was all about. But what does it matter anyway? He's a stranger. He's a stranger sharing that narrow corridor with you. A stranger. A stranger who gave you a few words of support. A stranger. It's a stranger. He is a person.
You shook your head, suddenly regaining your composure. You ran your hands over the fabric of your trousers several times, up and down, down and up. Constantly. About ten times.
You didn't know if it was just you, but you felt suddenly obfuscated in that corridor. As if the walls had invisible hands closing around your throat.
You didn't really know much. You only knew that after the doctor called the man, James, you would never again take the liberty of speaking to strangers as if they were acquaintances, especially those in therapy.
But your mind went blank when James stood up and, before he left, looked at you as if it was something he had planned to do. As if he really wanted to do it. As if he had intended toâŠ
No.
No more.
2
It didn't work.
Of course, it goes without saying that it didn't work.
How could it work? You saw him at least twice a week. And you were weak. Too weak. Too weak. Extremely and potentially vulnerable to suddenly hitting people who gave you a little affection and understanding. You were vulnerable to hitting people. You were vulnerable to ending up in therapy. You were vulnerable.
So what didn't work? Trying to limit your conversations with James to looks. Over the next three weeks, he seemed to have made it his mission to try to keep you company. Did he have any idea how uncomfortable that was for you? But you weren't going to tell him, how could you? Apparently the man wasn't a grumpy, mean looks machine, he was definitely a person who was getting some therapy. He was a person who understood your situation because he had to go through it himself. He was a person. He was a stranger.
Mostly, at that moment, you remembered the conversation that had led you to be in that coffee shop. It was strange. You felt alien to yourself, to your surroundings, but you tried to keep your mind enlightened so you wouldn't freak out.
"You look different."
"We saw each other three days ago."
James twisted his lips. "That's no excuse for not noticing that you look different."
You took a deep breath.
"You really made it your business to talk about something every time we see each other. Did you get tired of me beating you in the staring duels?"
"I'm just trying to get you back in therapy."
"By harassing me with questions?"
"By turning me into a person who cares."
You frowned. The constant knot in your chest was starting to become more and more unbearable. You felt the food from that morning in your throat.
"You'll get the opposite."
James pursed his lips and held up his hands.
"Hey, are you doing anything on Saturday?"
That had been the first time. Yes. Completely out of the loop, somehow you'd agreed the first time. And maybe it wasn't as bad as you'd hoped. Or maybe it was. You had no idea. Just as you had no idea how you had ended up in the same situation for the fifth time.
Fifth time? My goodness.
"You're particularly quiet today," James' face suddenly materialised in front of you.
At what fucking point had he arrived?
"I'm always quiet."
"Not as quiet as today. Are you okay?"
"What are we doing?" you blurted out suddenly. You didn't even process the words in your head until you saw the man's face contort in confusion.
"What are we doing?" James repeated your question, "We're having coffee in a coffee shop."
"You're a top notch clown, you know that?"
The man let out a laugh, and you watched his shoulders move in time with his breaths.
"We're just sharing time. Don't freak out."
"Sharing time?"
"Yes, sharing time."
"I don't think I've shared time with someone in a long time."
"That's not bad. It's good to share time with yourself."
You twisted your lips. You stared at the bubbles in your coffee, still steaming on the table.
"I had to learn to share time with myself," you looked up to see him with his head cocked to one side, a gesture you had learned to associate with his absolute attention to your words. "You've shared time with yourself?"
James nodded.
"All the time, to tell you the truth. I can barely escape myself."
You smiled at him. The constant knot in his chest seemed to have subsided for now.
"I guess we both got to learn."
The man raised his glass of black coffee, tilting his head, "It's the hazards of the job."
Yes, that was definitely what it had to be about. The things that constantly occupied you outside of coffee shops and therapy. Of the things that occupied your head so that you didn't delve into your intrusive thoughts, even though sometimes they seemed to come alive and present themselves in the faces of the people you saw in your daily life.
Undoubtedly it must have been because of that night job. It wasn't a job you loved, it was a job you imposed on yourself to try to make yourself feel better at night when you were trying to sleep. It was a duty. It was a task you couldn't refuse. Too many people had already died for you to give up. You had nothing left.
Many people said it was the job of a vigilante; other people said it was the job of a criminal. In the end, what did it really matter as long as it left you with a clear conscience?
Your therapist knew, but you didn't know if James knew. If he was aware of it and preferred to overlook it to have coffee with you. Or if he knew and preferred to ignore it so as not to ruin things. Or if he knew and pretended he didn't so you wouldn't notice he was doing it all out of pity. Or if he didn't know.
Honestly, you didn't know which was worse.
Sometimes you thought things were better when you were just strangers in a narrow hallway. Sometimes you thought it would be better if you didn't have to make an emotional commitment to him, even though you knew you were already doing it; unconsciously you were doing it.
You had always believed that it was better to be alone. Not to have company. Not to share time with someone you could potentially lose. It was easier to get the job done when you got home and didn't have to answer a text or remember that there's someone waiting for you to text them that you got home safe and sound.
"Hey, don't overthink it."
James' voice broke your concentration. You focused your gaze on his face, suddenly feeling oblivious to the whole scenario.
"You don't have to give it a name, or even think about it. If you really, from the bottom of you, didn't want any kind of company, don't you think you wouldn't have come the first time I asked you?"
"Are you saying this is what I want?"
"I'm saying that you're a person who's used to being alone, but you don't have to be if you don't want to be."
"You're an enigma."
James smiled. "Thank you. I think the same about you."
But it was true what he'd said, you were thinking too much. One of the things your therapist kept telling you was to try to stop living in your head. Acknowledge your surroundings, feel every sensation and take in every possible smell.
It was difficult when the reason you wanted to be in your head all the time was the same reason that all your senses were perceiving at the same time.
But you tried. You felt the wood of the table and the warmth of the coffee cup, you took in the smell of caffeine and James's perfume, a little piney and citrusy, you savoured the coffee left in your mouth from the last time you took a sip. Slowly you tried to bring yourself back to that moment, to focus on your present and, sadly, to acknowledge that you were in a coffee shop with James Barnes.
It was something you constantly shied away from. To acknowledge that you spent time with him. With him. That he deliberately chose to spend his time with you. That you, intentionally, decided to spend your time with him. With the one who started out as a stranger. A person. A friend. AâŠ
No.
3
It had been a while since you had decided to stop closing yourself off to all the possibilities life had to offer. Sometimes you didn't recognise how you got to that point, but other times you felt something close to pride for allowing yourself to go that far. And, really, it could have been one of the best or one of the worst decisions you had ever made in your life.
You spent weeks trying to deny James coming into your life, but the moment you opened the door to him, you had only gone up.
You didn't know you missed the company of a friend on sleepless nights and confessions. You didn't know you longed for the warmth of a lover until hours passed and you couldn't tear yourself away from each other. You didn't know you wasted time denying the feeling. You didn't know that you needed to take a few days off from the exhausting work you had set for yourself. You didn't even know that the work was exhausting.
When you were able to recognise all those things, you were also able to recognise that you had been living life on the edge. You were constantly exposed to everything before you met James. Exposed to danger, to death, to loneliness. You were living too fast because you felt you had no time, that at any moment you would run out of time and you wouldn't have done enough.
And then you finally decided to give yourself a break. From everything. Absolutely everything. Everything.
You moved in with James.
Yeah, definitely.
You took turns shopping. You took turns doing the dirty dishes. You took turns cleaning the flat. It felt like perfect harmony; like suddenly everything was in its place and it seemed like nothing could go wrong from that point on.
"Wait, wait!" you exclaimed with laughter. You moved your body off the bed, the peach-coloured sheet covering your body. You tried to stretch to reach for your mobile phone on the nightstand but James' hands around your waist prevented you from moving too much.
"You can answer that when we're done," the man purred, his hands straining, but not too hard, to pull you back onto the bed.
"Hold on a moment, James Barnes," you mumbled back, when you finally reached for the mobile phone and let out a triumphant laugh.
Vanessa Lennox, you read on the screen, as you felt James cling to your back.
"It's Vanessa," you told him as you unlocked the phone to check her messages.
"Vanessa texts you all the time."
"I know."
"All the time."
"That I know."
"These nights are supposed to be for us. She's not asking you out, is she?"
"No, no, she'sâŠ"
I'm in trouble. Can you come over?
"She's all right."
I can't, but I'll write to Tommy. He told me he was watching today, he must be near where you are.
"Are you sure?" you felt James' breath on the back of your neck, as his lips began to touch the most sensitive parts of your back.
"YesâŠ" you replied in a whisper. "She's going to be fine."
"Then stop turning your back on me," James spoke, his breath colliding against the small of your back. You arched unconsciously. "Look at me."
You inhaled air sharply, leaving the mobile phone locked to the side of the bed. You let James's hands guide your movements until you were trapped in his arms, his chest pressed against your back.
"You're bossy sometimes, has anyone ever told you that?"
"Only you, to be honest."
"Yeah, sure you have," you smiled incredulously.
You stirred until you could stand face to face with the man you shared a bed with every night. His light eyes quickly met yours, and his hands squeezed each side of your waist.
It was getting a little chilly. There were nights when you didn't know how you could stand to be so long without clothes under those sheets. It was easier for James, the weather didn't affect him as much as it did you at the moment. You shivered as a chill ran through your whole body, from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You pulled your body close to his, settling your head where his neck and shoulder met.
"Maybe the window is open," you heard him say.
"You know I always close the windows all over the flat before I go to bed."
"Okay, then we'd better figure out a way to get you warm."
As he finished speaking, the man moved, lowering himself from his position until his head was at the same level as yours. His eyes smiled at you as your teeth unconsciously flickered from the cold your body felt. His mouth also stretched into a smile, one of the many smiles you had learned to love. It was a very homely smile. The kind of smile that only you could see, that only you could see, that only you could see. It was a very domestic smile. It was the smile.
"Do you want me to get the other sheet?"
"No," you answered quickly. "I'm fine. We can proceed."
James let out a laugh. His eyes grew small from the flex of his cheeks as he laughed. You saw every flex and line of his face and it was like a balm to your mind.
It wasn't long before the man, in the midst of his smile and that feeling of ecstasy, brought his face close to yours and kissed you as if he hadn't kissed you in years.
Kissing James was like touching heaven. It was like being at peace after years of constant war. It was a great, vast, calm ocean. It was the absolute silence of tranquillity. It was like a great rest after years and years of travel. With his kisses you could begin to believe that you would never be alone again. With his kisses you didn't feel alone. With his kisses you believed it was possible to never be alone again. With his kisses you lost the fear of accepting him unconditionally in your life.
With his kisses, you lost the fear of loving him.
You loved the way he cradled the side of your face when he kissed you, every time, without fail. You loved the way he would start slow, soft, so tender, then fill you with passion and control your mouth without weariness or fatigue. You loved the way he then moved his hands all over your waist to the curve of your buttocks, as if he was admiring every millimetre of your skin through his touch. You loved the way he made love to you afterwards, sometimes so subtle and sometimes so out of control.
To have James was to have the best of everything at the same time.
"Are you getting up early tomorrow?" James asked as he pulled away from you. When you saw his eyes, his pupils were dilated and his breathing resembled yours: quickened and eager.
"No."
"Good."
He kissed you hard.
"Because you're not leaving this bed until Sunday."
4
James had begun to accept occasional missions that Fury gave him. You never agreed. No matter when or where they asked you, you would never have agreed to it. But clearly you couldn't just keep him in the flat until the idea was out of his head. You had thought about it a few times, but⊠no.
You tried to adjust to the fact that he wouldn't be around as much as before, but it was very difficult. It felt as if you had been given the most delicious candy in the whole world, left to treasure it, to savour it a little at a time, to get used to having it next to you, only to have it ripped away from you without warning, totally unprepared, leaving you to realise that everything was really out of your control. You didn't have the candy in your domain, you had been allowed to have the candy and then it was taken away from you.
"Try to concentrate," you heard Vanessa's voice.
You looked up to find her watching you from the roof of the building across the street. You felt a strong desire to rip the communicator from your ear and stomp it to dust with your boot. It was strange. It was a feeling of constant anger that you didn't know how to control. You were constantly angry except when James came to the flat.
"I'm focused."
"You better be," Tommy spoke up, "because my life depends on it."
"You shut your mouth and focus on not losing sight of the target."
"Vanessa, remind me why I agreed to do this."
"Because you're a great friend who supports absolutely everything we do."
Friend. At what point did you start to consider someone a friend? James was your friend. You thought you considered him that. Your partner. Your friend. James was your boyfriend.
"And you're totally unconditional to us."
A friend is unconditional. James is your friend. He's your partner. Friend. James is unconditional to you?
"I have to start working on my boundaries."
"No, our friend needs to start working on her temper. She doesn't get the required amount of sex a day and she's already starting to freak out."
You frowned.
"So you consider your friend's problems to boil down to sex alone?" you snapped at Vanessa, not avoiding the sour tone with which your words came out. You couldn't help but take it personally. Was that being an unconditional friend? Or being a friend?
"No," she replied quickly, "You know I didn't mean it that way. I was joking."
You hummed a nod, downplaying the words. Playing it all down. Because it didn't really matter, it was so silly to get angry about it. And it was very strange for you to get angry about it. You didn't even used to have relationships close enough to allow yourself to get angry about something they said about you. That was the big example of why you didn't do it.
"The target is moving. He's heading for the nest," Tommy spoke again, his serene tone bringing you back to the topic that was truly important. "Do you see him, Vanessa?"
"Got it."
"Good. Just move into the room towards⊠Wow, who's that? Who the hell's in there?"
"Damn," Vanessa mumbled.
"Wait a minute."
"We can't wait that long."
"I know," Tommy exclaimed, and from his exasperated tone you could imagine how he was running his hands through his hair repeatedly.
"What the hell do we do, Thomas?"
"I told you to wait!"
"We can't wait, dammit!"
"Wait."
"Thomas, I'm going to-"
"Hold on."
You peered through your binoculars. The large panes of glass surrounding the flat where the target was located didn't let you see much inside. The room the man was in was not as well lit, but you had gone in well prepared.
Finally you could see what the others were seeing. The man had entered the room he was supposed to enter, but there was another man in there with him. And, as far as you could see, they had made themselves comfortable. It didn't look like the other man was going to leave any time soon.
"Let's do it," you spoke, breaking the silence, giving voice to the only option they had that neither of the other two wanted to say.
"Are you insane?" Tommy exclaimed through his teeth.
"We don't have a choice. We declare it a red zone and end the mission."
"We don't even know who that man is," Vanessa interjected, her voice unsteady as she was unable to acknowledge that you were right, hesitating because you were running out of time.
"That's what the red zone is all about."
There was a moment of silence. You knew they were both considering it, the idea had been in their heads since the man entered the room, but their moral compass was much stronger than yours.
"He could be an innocent person," Tommy tried to justify not making that decision.
"How innocent can he be sitting there with the target?"
"And how do we know he's guilty?" Tommy exclaimed back.
"We're wasting more time discussing this," Vanessa spoke again, and you could breathe in her deep inhale before she said, "I think we should do it, Tommy."
The man cursed through his teeth.
You looked through the binoculars again, and both men were still inside the room.
You heard a beep on the communicator and then a steady static. Someone had changed the channel.
"I'm relieving myself as mission leader. You're in charge," it was Tommy.
"What?"
"I can't do this."
"ThomasâŠ"
"I can't make this decision. Just⊠just do it."
You heard the beeping again and then it was Vanessa saying, "Thomas, what the hell are we going to do?"
"Vanessa, aim for the target," you ordered as you began to open the case next to you, just in case a situation like that arose.
"What?"
"This mission has been declared a red zone. We're going to proceed according to protocol."
The woman didn't speak again.
Nor did she say anything when you had climbed down from the rooftops and found yourselves in an alleyway in the middle of the buildings. You were waiting for Thomas, your guns already stowed in the van.
"He relieved himself," Vanessa spoke after a while, and though it sounded like she wanted to ask a question, it sounded like a statement.
"Yes."
Vanessa shook her head in an affirmative gesture. She didn't say anything else. She leaned against the concrete wall with a blank stare.
Your mobile phone rang inside the van.
"Is that Thomas?" your companion asked.
You moved closer to look at the device's screen.
James.
"No."
You took the mobile phone and moved away from the woman's figure, further down the alley. Your heart was racing, it was out of control. You had been waiting for that call for days. You had spent sleepless nights waiting for one measly message. You had taken hundreds of missions just so you wouldn't have to endure sleeping in a bed alone. You felt like your body had been frozen until that moment, until that call, and finallyâŠ.
"James? Are you here yet?"
A woman called your name on the other end of the line.
"Bucky arrived a couple of hours ago."
Your feet stopped walking.
"And the mission went well?"
Silence.
A beeping and constant muttering was all that answered you on the line.
"Is James okay?"
"He's stable. He suffered some injuries. We lost communication with him in the last few days and we thought thatâŠ"
You couldn't quite remember when you had arrived at the old Avengers Complex. Your body moved automatically and your vision was so blurred that you had no idea how you could get through the crowd without bumping into someone. It was all very strange. You spent months convincing yourself that it would never happen again. Ever since James accepted those damn missions, you spent weeks trying to convince yourself that nothing would ever go wrong. That his kisses would always be there. His reunion kisses were the best, they were a wellspring of calm that washed away all the anxiety that consumed you alive during the days when you couldn't hear from him.
You had already made up your mind that it would never happen again. He promised you that it wouldn't happen, that you wouldn't have to relive that heartbreaking feeling one more time.
And he broke it.
You wanted to be relieved to see him. You wanted to be happy to know he was alive. Bruised, but alive. You wanted to hold him, to stay with him and never let him go again. But you just stood there in front of his stretcher. And he didn't try to make you come closer either. He saw it in your eyes, you knew it. He knew it.
Seeing him on that gurney made you angry. It aroused your anger that this man had broken the promise he sealed with so many kisses. You felt so much disappointment that your chest had become a bottomless void of a feeling of impersonality. You didn't want to be there. You didn't want to go through it. You preferred to think that you could overlook it. You should overlook it. Why didn't you overlook it? You could live in ignorance, pretend to be the perfect girlfriend. Everything could be easier for both of you, for you, if you just ignored all those feelings and took this situation as a normal person would.
But your knees gave way to your tears and crashed to the floor. From the corner of the room, you could see your body shake in uncontrollable weeping. You didn't know why it hurt so much, if he was alive. You didn't know the reason for the agonising pain, if he was there. And yet, your face contracted in incalculable pain. It was as if he had died on that stretcher. It was as if you had been called to come and acknowledge his corpse.
And you knew James knew, because he hadn't said anything since you arrived. He had done nothing but watch you.
There, from the corner of the room, you could see him crying with you.
He knew.
You knew it.
5
The mission was simple.
Infiltrate, seduce, accompany, lull, kill.
But simple doesn't always end easy.
Since James had returned to the flat, he had vowed never to go out on any mission again, under any circumstances. And, indeed, he was keeping that promise. He was spending as much time at home as before.
But you weren't.
Every time James tried to talk to you about that mission where he might have died, you went into a kind of shell where you shut yourself off from all communication and fled from that place to one where you felt more at ease. More in control.
You got so tired of running away that you decided to start investing that time in something that would actually pay off. You started accepting missions with Thomas more often than before.
You knew James was trying to understand you, he was trying as hard and as willing as he could. Sometimes you would arrive and there would be dinner for you in the fridge or in the microwave. Sometimes you'd see your clothes piled in a corner of the yard suddenly neatly folded and smelling decent. Sometimes you'd walk into the bedroom and find little presents on top of the nightstand, right next to your side of the bed.
You knew James was trying.
But you also knew he was getting tired.
Weeks passed since you first came in and he was waiting for you sitting on the couch. It was a very hectic night, with too many questions and not enough answers. Sometimes you arrived and the flat was lonely. Sometimes you arrived and there was no food. Sometimes you arrived and there was only screaming.
But it was easier that way. You'd already felt what it was like to almost lose him, you'd already experienced that overwhelming emotion that had been with you so much in the past, and you knew, beforehand, that if it happened with James, there was no way you'd get out of it alive, so it was easier this way.
So it was easier that way. He'd walk away on his own, you'd forget about him, and you wouldn't have to suffer if he ever died.
Die.
James would die one day.
But not a day when he was with you.
So yes, you did spend a lot of time away from home.
Maybe you really should have thought twice before deciding that this was the best option.
You knew you dreaded James' death, and the loneliness that followed his passing.
But you had no idea how panicked you would be at the thought of your own death, after meeting him.
Because you would forget him, and that would be fairly easy for you, but he wouldn't forget you. And he would suffer, much more than he was suffering since you didn't come home.
"What the hell happened?" you remembered hearing a voice.
You couldn't be too aware of your surroundings lately.
"It was a simple mission," you heard another male voice.
"It was supposed to go well. She was supposed to call us if things got complicated."
You remembered little of being in the hospital.
You remembered a lot of James sitting in an armchair next to your gurney.
You remembered a lot of his silence.
You also remembered when, some days, you were awakened by his cries and had to pretend to be asleep so as not to interfere with his suffering. Because, ever since that accident happened, ever since you could remember what happened after that, James had become wary of his feelings. He wasn't as expressive as he used to be. And you didn't have the slightest idea what to do.
You couldn't believe that before you could get to the point where you could tell how each other was doing just by listening to each other's breathing, and after that you couldn't even meet each other's eyes by accident.
You were two strangers again.
You were losing him. You knew it. Every day that you went without doing something, without talking to him, without showing a hint of remorse for what you'd done, was a day closer to being completely alone again.
And you didn't even show it, but it was painful. Seeing him shut down like that, seeing him lose the sparkle in his eyes when he looked at you, realising that he lost the will to try⊠knowing that you took away his will⊠it was all too much.
Really, you never thought things would get this bad.
"What are you doing?"
You didn't think they had gotten this bad, until one day you came to the flat and saw a suitcase in the room full of his clothes.
"I'm tired."
Those were the first words he'd spoken to you in days.
"And I don't have to put up with this anymore. So I'm leaving."
You knew it was going to happen, but for him to say it like thatâŠ
"You're leaving?"
James turned to look at you. His icy expression paralysed you.
"Are you still surprised?" he blurted out gruffly, and continued packing his clothes.
You just stood there in the doorframe, watching him move as fast as if he had a coal-fired engine in his chest. As if he couldn't wait for the moment when he could finally get out of there.
"ReallyâŠ" he spoke suddenly, "You've really gone weeks, weeks, without speaking to me no matter how many times I've tried to talk to you, and you decide to do it now just because you're watching me leave? That's what I needed to do to get you to react?"
You didn't answer, you just watched him, your mind blank. He was angry. Irate, rather. And you knew he was absolutely right, but you couldn't do anything about it. You couldn't do anything about it because things were going your way. If James went away, if he went away hating you, he wouldn't suffer in the future when you died and you could forget him in peace. That was the best thing. The only good thing you could do for him: keep him away from you.
"Don't you think I deserve an explanation?"
Yes, you do.
"No."
"No?" he repeated incredulously. "I know I made a mistake. I made a mistake in accepting those missions. I told you, I did it countless times. And yet, all those countless times you chose to turn your back on me."
The man watched you, his eyes filled with pent-up emotions that he finally allowed to overflow.
"I tried to understand you. I really did. I gave you your space. I tried to do whatever you needed because I knew it was hard for you, but it was like⊠trying to water a cactus daily. Everything I did seemed to have the opposite effect."
You're right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry, I was overcome with fear and panic. I got carried away. Please don't go.
"You didn't even give yourself a chance to listen to me. Not once. Do you have any idea how all that made me feel?"
Yes, you must have felt very lonely. Abandoned. Despised by me. It was my fault. I shouldn't have let it all go so far.
"Do you want me to call a taxi?"
Of all the things you longed to say, that was the only thing your mind allowed to come out of your mouth.
You saw him sketch the sternest look of disbelief you'd ever seen. But you also saw pain, extreme pain at the rejection of your words.
"Are you fucking kidding me? How can you be so cynical?" James exclaimed, his face contorted in anger and helplessness. You cringed a little at the shout but didn't move away from him as he came striding towards you in long strides. "Tell me, did you even care about me? At any point in this⊠relationship, was anything you gave me real?"
You half-opened your lips to answer, but could not formulate the sentences you knew would comfort his heart.
Yes, absolutely everything was real, all my love and suffering was real.
James walked away, and you didn't know if it was possible that his face could look even more downcast.
Your hands were shaking with helplessness. He was still there. You could still try to save him. Why didn't you? Why? Why? Why?
"How can you be so fucking expressionless? How can you not be in pain⊠for this? How?"
"You're going to be fine," the words escaped your mouth before your mind could process it.
The man turned to look at you.
"You really areâŠ" he raised his hand and gripped it tightly, swallowing his words and turning back towards the wardrobe to start throwing his things into the suitcase.
Suddenly, he let out a scream. And then a cry.
"I swear, if you'd just tell me no, I'd stay."
He looked at you. His tear-filled eyes met yours and you knew that would be an image that would haunt you to death.
"I would stay⊠I really would, but⊠I still can't believe you are so foolish. The first thing you did when you left that hospital was to go back to another mission. How could you care so little about your life? How could you care any less that I care about your life?"
I care about my life even more since you're in it. Don't go.
"It's just work," is what you replied.
"No, no, noâŠ" James hummed with laughter, but his face lacked grace. "I'm definitely not going to stand here just watching you risk your life because you're incapable of expressing your feelings. I'm not worth being put through this."
"It's my life, James."
"But you made me part of your life! I'm here! We're supposed to share our lives together. Why is it only about you now?"
"It's supposed to be my choicesâŠ"
"But why can't I be a part of them?" James exclaimed loudly. Your mind clouded over, and even though all you wanted to do was apologise from there until the end of time, you had too much pent up anger because of that very inability to say what you truly thought.
You're right, I am unable to express my feelings. I am sorry. Don't go away.
"You're talking about my fucking life! Why do you want to be in control of all the shit I do now? Fuck you!"
"I'm not trying to control anything, goddamn it! I just need to knowâŠ"
"No! You don't need to know anything. You don't need to know anything about me. We're here and you're packing your bag. You have no right to know anything."
James let out a snort.
"We're here and you still can't talk to me. I can't believe how bloody insane you've become."
"Just go."
Don't go.
"This is bullshit."
James finished throwing all of his clothes into the suitcase. You watched his every move, every flex of his body, every grimace on his face, every flick of his hair, how his fingers clutched at the things he took, how his scowl didn't lessen one bit. You watched and watched. It was all you could do.
You leaned against the doorframe and watched him take his anger and pain out on his clothes and his suitcase. It gave you a strange kind of feeling to see him like that, something that felt mildly familiar but you couldn't put a name to it. You wanted to turn things back. If you could turn back time you would, and every single thing that went wrong you would fix.
But would you really? Did the problem really go back to when things with James started to go wrong? The problem was you. You were the problem. You couldn't talk, you could only think, you could only repress, you could only suffer. Only you, you and you. Only you because you were alone, because you had always been alone and there was no reason to believe that could change. James lied to you, that was the reason he was leaving and you had no reason to stop him. He had to go. If he didn't want to go through that, he shouldn't have lied in the first place. If he didn't want to go through that, he shouldn't have asked you out in the first place. He shouldn't have met you. He shouldn't have spent time with you. You shouldn't have stopped him.
Stop him.
You should stop him.
James closed the suitcase.
"I did too much for this relationship. I gave up too much for both of us. I gave up everything I was for this relationship. I gave up too much for you and you know it!"
You narrowed your eyes and began to approach him in rapid strides. He towered over you by several inches, and there was a time when you loved that, but now you hated that he could see you that way. He had always seen you that way. So smallâŠ
"You say that as if I forced you. I never asked you to give up your life for me!"
"Exactly, that's the damn problem! You've never asked me to do anything, I've just done all this stuff on my own trying to cope with a relationship that's become⊠one-sided!"
You walked away.
"Just⊠leave now."
Please leave before I tie you to this flat and never let you leave again.
He wanted to say something else. You knew he wanted to say something else. It was obvious he hadn't said half the things he wanted to say. But he didn't.
He took his suitcase and left.
He really left.
He walked past you, not caring that the brush of his shoulder against yours almost made you fall. He passed you and walked straight to the exit, slamming the door hard on his way out.
He was gone. He was gone. He was finally gone. He was really gone.
Now you were alone. You were alone again. That's what you wanted, wasn't it? You'd done a lot of things in the last few months to make him go away, and he was finally gone⊠but then why weren't you satisfied?
Why did you want to run after him? Why did you want to go and kiss him? Why did you want to stop him and beg him to forgive you?
Who did he think he was to deserve that after what he had done?
But⊠what had he done?
No.
What had you done?
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not ur friend
spencer reid x reader
aaron hotchner x reader
part two - part three
a/n: havenât written for spence in a while lol. hope you guys like it. wow...and i wrote him as an ass. bahahaha what am i going through iâm so sorry.
warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.
word count: 1.8k
request(ed): no.
summary: y/n overhears something she shouldnât have. this conversation alters her relationship.
not ur friend by jeremy zucker.
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Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling.
3 days.
Itâs been an entire weekend of you ignoring Spencer and his ever intruding phone calls. This wouldnât have been a big deal except for the fact that this felt like a breakup. Your head and heart was treating this like you were in a relationship and he made it painfully clear that you werenât.
It was quiet in your apartment. The television was off, the radio was silent, the heater had paused and even the refrigerator wasnât making the usual silent buzz noise it made. The deafness of it all allowed the conversation you heard friday night play over and over again through your ached head.
Friday 11:37 pm.
âSo Reid...â you picked up your phone when it rang and read Spencerâs name across the screen. It wasnât like him to call so late but you picked up anyway. When it was a muffled Morganâs voice you heard instead of Spencerâs you realized he hadnât even meant to call you at all.
âHowâs your girlfriend?â
You just knew all eyes were on him. Spencer Reid was very private about his social life. It was rare he even told you about anything heâd been up to. He just wasnât one for small talk. The fact that you just knew they were talking about you made you press your phone harder into your ear even though you werenât even sure you should have been listening.
âOh y/n? Yeah sheâs definitely not my girlfriend.â
This stung. There wasnât even a label or anything that you guys put on it, but usually when Spencer would talk about his romantic relationships heâd get nervous and stuttery and try to change the subject. Spencerâs voice was clear and steady. Zero hints of nervousness and bashfulness. He was serious.
âReally?â This was Emily now, you could recognize her voice. âYou guys seem like pretty close friends if you know what I mean.â Her tone was laced with humor but Spencerâs was far from joking.
âNo. I wouldnât call us friends either. Sheâs just someone I visit. Like yâknow...how you would a grandmother.â
A grandmother? He compared you to a grandmother? He said visiting you was like visiting a grandmother?? You could feel the tears in your eyes. You really thought Spencer was a good guy. Why would he say something so rude? Something so hurtful about the person he was sleeping with.
It wasnât a friends with benefits. You guys had agreed on that, but you werenât dating either. You had met him at a museum and ever since then you two had behaved as if a couple would. The only difference was that you werenât public. You werenât posting pictures, or gushing over how cute you thought your âboyfriendâ was to your friends. And you were fine with that. Labels are constricting. You were glad not to have them except when he decided to say he barely knew you at all and compared you to a grandmother.
âDamn.â Morgan sounded impressed. âDoes she know that?â
âMaybe.â Spencer paused. âThereâs nothing really romantic about our relationship. To be honest, she can be a bit needy at times and itâs suffocating.â
He paused again.
âIâm actually thinking of breaking things off. She wants more and I just donât like her that way.â
Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I donât mean to make it worse.
This is where you hung up. Your tears never stopped flowing. How dare he? How dare he say you were needy and suffocating? You rarely asked him for anything, and didnât bother him with things at all. You knew he was a busy person. A busy and hardworking person. You never tried to ask him for more than he was willing to give. Ever. It hurt your heart to think he was playing you the whole time.
It hurt to think that all the âI adore youâsâ and âI think Iâm in love with youâsâ were all fake. You were pretty sure with the way things were headed that you and Spencer would have much more than just a relationship. Much more than sex and cuddles. But a meaning - an understanding.
Spencer was your comfort. Your safe place. The person youâd go to if you were hurting, or in trouble. You were his. Countless times he came to your house and cried to you about the stress from his job. Heâd hold you and tell you all about his day and what more he wished he could have done.
Youâd buy him his favorite food and heâd cuddle you to sleep only to wake you up in the morning with kisses and great morning sex. To hear all of that meant basically nothing to him tore your heart to pieces.
It made you want to throw up. Had you wasted your time? Had he felt this way the entire time and you just never noticed because you hoped he felt the same? Were there signs that you missed? Something you could have done to prevent yourself from falling this hard for someone who didnât care?
But you thought he cared.
Spencer was the most caring, empathetic person youâd ever met in your life. He was so understanding in a way no one could ever get.
I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.
This is why you thought that maybe this is why he tried to hide you. Maybe he just was afraid of his friends not liking you, or afraid of someone from where he worked would try to hurt you. You prayed this was the case. You hoped and cried that this was the reason heâd ever let those words leave his mouth.
The reason you couldnât believe this though is something understandable.
He had never, ever, called you anything other than his friend, and never wanted to go out.
He told you it was because he was protecting you, but he never wanted to even meet your friends. And when you talked about a guy or introduced him to one, heâd get upset and say something like, âYeah well he seems perfect for you anyway. Not like weâre a thing - do what you want.â
And your brain tried to rationalize this as protection. The more you thought about it the more the other part of your brain screamed manipulation. You tried to ignore it but is that what was happening? Had he been manipulating you the entire time and you just never knew it?
If he was protecting you he wouldnât call you needy. He wouldnât not even bother to look at your friends. He wouldnât feel the need to hide you from the entire world and lie about it in such a - douchebag way.
This hurt you though. His team can call out a liar faster than anyone and they would have said something if they thought he was lying. They would have defended you. The wouldnât have egged him away and joked about you like you were some embarrassing one night stand.
You expected respect and decency and got dishonesty and asshole attitudes instead.
After the weekend of pitying yourself you realized you needed to stop. This wasnât your fault. He has issues of his own. Issues he needs to work out and come to terms with on his own. Why should you feel anything for a man trying to hide you? Lying to you? Lying to his friends ABOUT you. Reassuring yourself helped but didnât help the ache in your heart.
Were you ready for this? Were you ready to throw it all away? After all it could just be a misunderstanding. A misinterpretation. It could be your fault. Maybe you were clingy.
No.
No. Absolutely not. You werenât going to try to defend his actions.
Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down, if you need someone to lean on.
You called him.
âHello?â he answered right away. âWhere have you been are you okay? I was gonna come over and check.â
âDonât come over.â You cleared your throat and blinked away tears.
âThen please come to mine. I have to talk to you, I missed you.â
He still has no idea. He doesnât have a clue what you overheard on the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle you put together. All that youâve realized in the past 3 days.
You rolled your eyes. Any other day youâd think his obliviousness was adorable but right now it only made you want to punch him in his stomach for lying to you and wasting your time.
âIâll be over to give you your things.â
And you hung up.
That was so hard for you to do and you had hot wet tears running down your face to prove it. No matter how many times you tried to brush them away they just kept on going down.
Fuck him.
A shower and a change of clothes later you were finally ready to see him.
Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face...
In your car you tried to talk yourself out of it. You told yourself to just forget the phone call over happened and just go back to the way things were. At least you here happy then...at least...sort of. You were okay. You were happy with him. The time you spent with him was enjoyable but you were tired of being his therapist. You were tired of being his dirty mistress. You didnât want to be lied to or lied about. You were over it.
When you got there he rushed you in the house and looked down at you confusingly.
You had never been inside his place. The only time you were ever really here was when you were inside waiting in the car so that he could change his shirt.
âI thought you were coming tomorrow?â
âI came now to give you your things.â
âJJ will be here soon, you should probably leave. Why did you bring this stuff?â
âTheyâre yours. They shouldnât be at my place.â
He looked confused but took the box from your hands anyway.
âIâm leaving.â You simply said and turned towards the door. The sooner you were out the better.
âCan I at least have a kiss?â Spencer asked in the cute voice he knew you liked.
You closed your eyes. âSorry Reid, but no. I donât want to seem needy or suffocating, yaâknow? Makes it easier to break things off.â
Color drained from his face as he realized what you were talking about. He couldnât even come up with an excuse other than a - âNo, baby I -â
You put your palm in the air facing him telling him to stop.
âItâs okay. I was just someone you visited...like a grandmother. You shouldnât miss me too much. Weâre not even friends, right?â
You walked out of the house.
You walked out on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He was always the one to leave. He was always the one to say goodbye.
I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.
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Medium Despair
For @sapphireswimming
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Danny woke up gasping for air and fighting against his sheets. By the time heâd recognized his surroundings, heâd already rolled off his bed. He dragged in ragged, shuddering breaths. He could breathe. He could breathe. He wasnât suffocating. He wasnât at school, in his locker or otherwise. He could move he could stand. He did stand, skin prickling with the memory of electricity.
âSydney?â he called, softly. âIs that you?â He could see a glowing form in the corner behind his dresser, and with that dream there werenât a whole lot of other people it could have been, but it was polite to ask. At least in Dannyâs opinion.
The ghost slid out, slowly, flickering. âSorry, Danny,â he said, and he really did sound remorseful.
Danny might believe it more if it wasnât 2:20 in the morning on a school night, and this wasnât the third time Sydney had done this. Still, Sydney was something like a friend.
âWhat is it, Sydney?â he asked. âDid something happen at the school?â Casper High was one of the most haunted buildings in Amity Park, which honestly didnât make sense.
Danny had done his research. The school was old, sure, but Sydney was the only person who had ever actually died there. That didnât stop the Lunch Lady, Technus, and a whole host of others from hanging around the place, although most of those others were pretty weak. Hardly strong enough to even interact with Danny or other ghosts.
Sydney shrugged.
âThen whatâs wrong?â
Sydney looked down at the ground. The puddle of not-light he cast on the ground â visible only to only Danny and other ghosts â rippled and glimmered.
Danny frowned. âI have fun talking to you during the day, Syd, but I do have to sleep. Iâm human, you know?â
âI know,â said Sydney.
âSo why are you here?â asked Danny, briefly spreading his arms in exasperation and the dropping them to his sides again. He was still unsettled by the dream heâd just had.
Being close to ghosts while he was sleeping was just a recipe for nightmares. They werenât always about their deaths, but more often than notâŠ
Sydneyâs death was a particularly unpleasant one. Danny did not expect to get back to sleep. Not tonight. Hence his annoyance.
âI need toâŠâ started Sydney, before trailing off. âI needâŠâ
âSydney?â
âWarn you.â
âAbout what?â
âNot what they seem,â whispered the ghost. He looked away and phased out through the wall.
Dannyâs frown deepened. Usually, Sydney was much clearer than that. Sometimes, talking to Sydney, Danny forgot he was talking to a ghost.
Danny sat down at the edge of the bed and tried to work a kink out of his neck. He caught himself scratching at his skin as if he wanted to pull it off a minute later.
It was always like this since the accident. Especially after he had a dying dream.
Forcibly, he stopped himself. His skin was fine. There was no electricity flickering under his skin. He was alive. He was safe. His body was his body. His body.
(He was not floating above it, light as air, staring at its waxy pallor, at the glassy, empty eyes.)
He was alive, alive, alive.
Awake.
Not dead.
Slowly, he laid back down on the bed. He was alive, awake. A medium, yes, associated with more ghosts than could possibly be healthy, either physically or mentally, yes, but alive. Definitely, clearly, alive.
He didnât like it when ghosts woke him up. Especially when they came with ominous warnings about the future.
Maybe Sydney would let Danny track him down tomorrow, but Danny doubted it.
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âSomethingâs off,â said Danny, staring up at the tall front of the school.
âYeah,â agreed Sam, âitâs Spirit Week. When the teachers participate in medieval rituals to brainwash us into supporting the troglodytes that ârepresentâ our school in sports.â
âI was going to argue,â said Tucker, âbut that is about what itâs for, isnât it?â
âYeah,â said Danny, âI donât think itâs that. Probably. Unless thereâs a ghost that appreciate the pun?â
âYou appreciate puns.â
âIâm not a ghost,â said Danny, frowning at Sam.
âThatâs true.â
Danny sighed. âI just have a bad feeling about this. I know you canât see like I can, but⊠be careful. If you do see anything weird, let me know.â
âHey, Danny!â
âOh, I changed my mind. Kill me now, I want to be a ghost.â
Jazz ran up and threw an arm around Dannyâs shoulders. âYou left so early!â she said. âAre you excited about Spirit Week, too?â
âNo,â said Danny.
Jazz paused, looked at Danny more closely. âYou look terrible,â she said. âMaybe you should talk to the counselor?â
âPass,â said Danny.
âYou know, youâll have to talk to me in more than monosyllables at some point.â
âDo I?â
Danny rolled his eyes.
âAnyway, Iâve got to go to talk to Mr. Lancer about my speech! Have a great Spirit Week, guys!â
She ran off.
âI will never understand her,â declared Sam. âBut I think she does have a point about the counselor. Maybe theyâd be able to help with the nightmares? At least the non-ghost-caused ones.â
âAll my nightmares are caused by ghosts.â
âEh,â said Tucker, giving a half-shrug.
âWill it make you feel better if I agree to go?â
âYes,â said both Sam and Tucker.
âUgh. Fine,â said Danny.
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Danny walked though the deserted hallway, pass in hand, study hall abandoned behind him as he looked for the counselorâs office. Heâd never been there before, but it should be around here somewhere, right?
A cold hand settled on his shoulder.
âYou must be Danny Fenton! Your sister told me all about you.â
Danny turned to look up at a tall woman. She was dressed a lot more flamboyantly than Danny would have expected.
âYeah? Thatâs me. Who are you?â
âIâm Penelope Spectra. Your counselor! Why donât you tell me whatâs wrong with you?â
âUh,â said Danny. There was something unpleasantly an unexpectedly pejorative and assumptive about that statement. Werenât counselors supposed to tell you that there wasnât anything wrong with you? That your feelings were valid.
He shrugged. He couldnât put his feelings into words.
(Couldnât open his mouth for fear of cold leaking out past his teeth, his soul exhaled with his breath.)
(Why did he feel this way?)
âWhy donât you step into my office?â
The room was⊠not what he expected.
âSorry about the dust,â said Spectra. âIâm just moving in. They upgraded me.â She smiled, showing all her teeth. âSo⊠like I said, your sister told me a lot about you, and I have a few things Iâd like to try for your lazâExcuse me. Your difficulty with staying focused. It happens sometimes with traumatic brain injuries, that a promising young mind can beâWell. In any case. I am here to support you and find a way for you to succeed. Whatâs troubling you?â
Dannyâs ginger perch on the dusty chair turned into a frustrated slump. âNothing,â he said. He pushed himself back up. âI should goââ
âOh, just humor me,â said Spectra. âThere has to be some reason you came. Anxiety? Stress? Social pressures?â
Danny shook his head and stood up.
âNightmares?â
He sat back down.
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Danny leaned over the table to whisper to Tucker during English, when they were supposed to be reviewing vocabulary words.
âHave either of you seen the counselor before?â asked Danny, after what was easily the worst week of his life. He was starting to have suspicions, butâŠ
âYeah,â said Tucker. âWhen you were in the hospital. He was pretty cool.â
âHe?â asked Danny. âHe?â
âYeah?â
âIâve been seeing a ghost for the past week.â
âGhost therapist? Well, if itâs workingâŠâ
âIt isnât. Sheâs from hell. I swear. A literal demon from hell.â
âExorcism?â
âExorcism.â
.
Jazz didnât often come to school after hours, but sheâd left several important things and she was the student body activity director, voted for and everything.
Important thing #1, her speech, which she had to practice.
Important thing #2, theâwhat was that?
Already spooked by the late-night atmosphere, she ducked into a doorway and peeked at the place sheâd seen movement. There werenât many classes held down that hallway, and she didnât come down this way often, so maybe she was justâ
No. That was her little brother and his friends conducting some kind of satanic ritual over a wastepaper basket.
Their parents were terrible influences. She was going to give them a stern talking to whenâwhat what what what WHATâ
What had she just seen?
She looked back around the corner to see the⊠whatever it was dissolve in smoke and fire and shadows. Then Danny and his friends started cleaning up as if this was a perfectly normal Thursday night.
Jazz⊠Jazz was going to process this. Later.
She turned around and walked straight back out to her car. There was, after all, nothing that important.
.
âSo,â said Danny, leaning towards Sam on the bleachers as he watched his sister give her speech. âLooks like we saved Spirit Week.â
âNever say that to me again,â said Sam.
âBut we did. Look at all this spirit-filled people.â
âYou were literally the only victim.â
âBut Sam~â
âIt does seem less grim, though, doesnât it?â asked Tucker, contemplatively. âYou are no longer the goth bird of happiness.â
âMaybe a bit,â allowed Sam. âI think thatâs just because everyoneâs glad this week is over, though. No offense, Danny.â
âNone taken. Iâm glad itâs over, too.â
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56 and 100 with andy or steve plss
Hellooo lovely. First of all thank you for the request and iâm sorry for the long wait. I was taking a break from requests to work on the multiple series that iâve got going on but iâm back now and i hope this is worth the wait. Secondly, i chose Andy for this and i really hope you love it.
Prompt #100:Â âCall me selfish, but i donât ever want anyone else to touch youâ
Prompt #56:Â âCome sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed youâ
Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Jealousy, fluff, smut, oral sex ( f receiving), language and ass grabbing. 18+ guys
Word Count: 2,861
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Iâll Show You
Itâs been one hell of a day at work today and all you want now is just to cuddle up on the couch next to Andy, a glass of wine in hand and some random movie that heâs been dying to watch all week on the TV. To tell the truth you donât even care what movie it is, all that matters is that heâs next to you, holding your body close to his with his cologne filling up your senses and intoxicating you. Oh and lots of kisses are also a must.
You could honestly spend forever in his company and itâs been that way since you first met, youâve always been drawn to each other like magnets, to put it in the most cliche way possible. But it suits the two of you because youâre both introverted and home bodies. So any time you get where you can just sit together and enjoy each others company, you take it no questions asked.
This week has surprisingly dragged, probably due to all of the clients youâve had. Your calendar has quite literally been chock a block full not to mention the severity of the things your clients unload onto you. Itâs been tough. But you got into this business because you canât help but help people and you knew the second you started on your journey to becoming a therapist that it was never going to be easy. Nothing good ever comes easy. But you donât mind that, youâve never shied away from a challenge before and your brains are just another thing added onto a long list that Andy keeps of why he fell in love with you.
That along with your heart of gold.
On the drive home you decide to turn the radio volume up a little more than usual, you need something to keep you going until you can run into the arms of your love and as Led Zeppelin comes onto the radio, you know you picked the right day to crank the volume up. What a band.
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Andy is just making his way out of his own office and down to the parking lot to drive home himself. Heâs usually home before you but tonight he had to clear up a couple things before he got to leave and much like your career, his is also never stress free, but he loves it too much to give it up.
As you park your car you notice Andyâs isnât here yet which isnât unusual, you know heâs most likely had to stay behind a little later so you decide that youâll be the one to start cooking dinner ready for when he arrives. You step out of your car and head to the back seat to retrieve your bag along with your jacket from this morning before strutting up to your front door. But before you can even put the key in the lock, your neighbour Ian jogs over, calling your name to catch your attention.
âIan, hiâ you beam, greeting him with a friendly smile, one which he returns gladly.
âY/N, me and Julie were just talking and since iâm taking the boys out golfing tomorrow, sheâll have a spare coupon for the spa, if youâre interested in joining herâ
You have been rather tense lately and since itâs Saturday tomorrow, youâre not gonna pass up such a wonderful opportunity to relieve the tension building and the knots forming all over your back.
âSure, that would be great. What time?â
â11â he responds simply and you nod your head rather enthusiastically.
He places his hand on yours as he smiles from ear to ear âbrilliant, sheâll be over at half ten then just to be safe. Have a nice eveningâ and with that he walks away just as Andy is walking towards you with a not so cheery look on his face. Must have been a tough day at work for him too.
âHi handsome, whatâs with the pouty face?â you tease as you let the two of you into your shared house but he doesnât seem to be laughing at your not so funny joke.
âAndy?â you press him for some kind of response even if itâs a nod or mumbling, youâd rather something than to be blanked by him but to no avail.
He just shrugs his coat off, hooking it onto the coat rack before slipping his shoes off and placing them in the shoe holder. And since he doesnât seem to be responding any time soon, you do the same before padding into the kitchen to have a look at what you have in the refrigerator and the cupboards to cook for dinner. You eventually settle on a simple dish, mac n cheese. It doesnât take too long to cook and thatâs exactly what you need seeing as youâre starving.
You take one of the many pots and pour some water in it before setting it on the stove on a medium heat to boil whilst you change into something a little comfier.
As soon as you enter your shared bedroom you see Andy making his way into the closet too and when you walk in he turns his head to see you staring right back at him, confusion all over your face.
âWhatâs wrong?â you ask, hoping that this time he might actually tell you rather than acting like you didnât open your mouth âwhat did Ian want?â is all he says and itâs all he needs to say for you to know just why heâs acting off with you.
Ian and Julie have lived opposite you ever since you moved in and you automatically got along, all four of you. Theyâd get a babysitter for their children and youâd double date every now and then but those fun times were interrupted when Andy insisted that Ian had a thing for you. Although you tried to convince him that it wasnât true and he was just paranoid, you couldnât help but notice the evidence too. The way Ian would look at you and hold his stare a little too long, the way heâd flirt without you realising it at the time and obviously today, the way he had his hand on yours. Andy must have taken one look at that and assumed the worst.
âHe asked if iâd go to the spa tomorrow with Julie, i said yes, why?â you have to be sure though, although youâre assuming now, you want him to be able to tell you whatâs got him so bitter.
âI donât trust himâ he mutters as he finishes changing into some sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
âHeâs harmless Andyâ
âI saw the way he was with you just now, touching you and giving you that shit eating grin, he knew what he was doingâ
âAndy, whatever he thinks of me, i donât care. Iâm with you for a reason, can you just trust meâ
âItâs not that i donât trust youâ he snaps
âExcept it seems that wayâ
You hold off on changing for now, deciding that storming off childishly is the better option. Once youâre back downstairs you then place the pasta into the now boiling water, making sure to turn the heat up one more too.
âWhy canât you just see things from my perspective here?â he wonders out loud as he leans on the kitchen counter, catching your attention. The way his hands are in his pockets and his shoulders are hunched over, it makes you feel bad for even getting mad at him. Sure jealousy isnât great but when he gets so worried about other men stealing you away you canât help but realise just how much he loves you. He loves you so much that the thought of you leaving breaks him let alone if you were to actually go.
But he doesnât have to worry about that and youâve told him plenty of times.
âItâs not that i donât see things from your perspective, itâs the fact that thereâs no telling you. I would rather be alone for the rest of my life than be without you yet youâre too caught up with Ian having a little crush to notice thatâ
âYeah well call me selfish Y/N, but i donât ever want anyone else to touch you let alone flirtâ
Instead of fighting back against him you step closer and wrap your arms around him as you stand on your tip toes and just as your lips touch his, his hands grip your face gently.
His grip tightens the more you kiss him and when you slip your tongue in, he loses all control. His hands dance all over your body, leaving no spot untouched. Goosebumps form all over as the kiss heats up, the pasta long forgotten on the stove as youâre too busy being ravished by your man.
âSomeoneâs very possessiveâ you mock, smirking a little into the kiss before he kisses you so hard it knocks the air from your lungs and when you pull away youâre gasping.
Your breathing hitches as he rests his forehead to yours, his handsome face inches away from yours and all you want to do is just claim his lips, just like you did seconds before. You canât get enough of him.
However, he beats you to it, gripping your chin aggressively as he bites down on your bottom lip with need. You pull him closer by wrapping your arms around his neck loosely to which he happily obliges.
âIs that a problem?â he asks, raising his brows at you as you struggle to regain control of your breathing, you simply shake your head no in response, half expecting it to end here. But he has other plans.
âGoodâ he starts, slowly walking into the lounge leaving you stood there confused. So you decide to follow, only to find him laying down on the couch with his eyes trained on you.
âNow, why donât you come sit on my face, let me show you how much i missed you todayâ
Your heart skips a beat as you watch him smile afterwards, you canât quite believe that heâs all yours.
Without another second left to pass, you head over to him and begin to straddle his waist. He quickly takes control, moving you further up until youâre hovering above his chest.
Large calloused hands grip the hem of your skirt, slowly pushing it up to expose your laced black panties. Andy canât help but choke on air as he sets his eyes on your panty clad mound. But rather than waste time, he starts to devour you over the lace before eventually slipping them to the side and feasting on you like a man starved.
The sensation causes you to throw your head back and practically scream due to how good it feels. His tongue on you like this will never get old, itâll always be one of the best things in life, one that youâll continue to enjoy for many years to come. The way his skilful tongue glides over your puffy folds with such precision before he eventually latches on to your bundle of nerves, itâs almost too much to bare and you can feel the coil tightening already with every suck and lick.
And when he slurps on you as he drinks the juices that pour from your fountain youâre unable to stop your hips from moving on their own accord and before you know it, youâre grinding yourself on him desperately as he lays there taking it like the greedy man heâs always going to be for you.
For him, youâre it. Youâre the one and you always have been since he first met you.
After Laurie he didnât expect to ever want another woman again until you came along. You rocked his world, turned it upside down and since then, heâs been hooked. Heâs obsessed with the taste of you, the smell of you, the sight of you and the sound of you. You ignite a fire within him, alert all of his senses and turn his whole body into gooseflesh. Just the way he loves.
He flickers his eyelashes before looking up at you as his hands make their way to your perfectly shaped ass so that he can dig his claws into the soft skin of your round globes, causing you to keen for more.
The sounds your making should have alerted the neighbours by now but even if they do, Andy doesnât care. He just loves the music you make as you arch your back, still riding his tongue as he pushes it further into your tight and wet hole.
âPlease, Andyâ you cry out, reaching down to run your fingers through his fluffy hair, youâre desperate now, even more so.
âHm?â he mumbles, the noise vibrating onto your pussy âiâm gonna cumâ you breathe out heavily, trying to gain control over the situation but failing miserably.Â
Andy rests his hands on your hips, stilling the movements before diving back in for more. He swirls his tongue around your folds once again before ultimately settling his plump lips around your pulsating clit and sucking like his life depends on it.
You canât hold back anymore, the sinful moans are enough to make him cum too without you even so much as touching him.
And with one final suck and two of his fingers massaging your folds, you cum with a frantic sob. Your body launches forward and he pulls you down so that youâre laying on top of him.
He strokes your back delicately, soothing your shaking body. He can feel your legs jolting every couple of seconds.
Eventually you get off of him and attempt to stand up but of course, you fail miserably.
âSo, how was that?â he rasps, chuckling simultaneously
âPerfect, oh and i missed you too todayâ you smile and he eventually stands up as you slouch down.
âGood, now just let me finish the job then we can order takeoutâ he says, causing you to furrow your brows but the unasked questions have their answer once he gets on his knees on the floor between your legs and dives right back in.
You shiver a little, your pussy is still trying to recover but he just canât get enough. His tongue laps at the cum still spilling out of you, making sure that every last drop is inside of his mouth before swallowing it all.
âNow iâm doneâ he quips and you sit up a little, pulling him closer to you so you can get a taste of yourself on his tongue. Once he slips it into your mouth you canât help but get carried away, until the door knocks, disturbing you from your peaceful and romantic moment.
You stand up to go and answer it, quickly sorting out your appearance in the hallway mirror before you open it. Itâs Ian.
âIan, hi... againâ you giggle nervously as you turn to see Andyâs face change from content to angry in seconds. He practically jumps up off the couch to join you at the door, his beard still damp with your arousal.
You watch as Andy stares the poor man down before wiping at his face.
âI was just stopping by to let you know that Julie wants to leave at 10 instead, you know because of traffic and allâ you can practically smell anxiety on him and Andy notices it too.
âSure, that works for meâ you say before the situation turns awkward.
You glance over at Andy who is just stood there watching him intently but heâs coming off rather intimidating.
âAnyway, weâre about to order takeout Ian so we have to goâ Andy adds in before snaking his arm around you waist and pulling you closer to him, you follow Ians eyes as he looks down at your skirt and you can only hope Andy didnât spot that but judging by the change in his breathing, he did.
Shortly after Andy bids Ian goodbye and as heâs walking off, youâre still in the doorway.
You turn to your jealous boyfriend and tut, resting your hands on your hips but he soon disbands your serious facial expression as he smacks your bum which causes you to squeal.
âAndyâ
âLetâs get you to bed so i can really show you how much i missed youâ he kicks the door shut as he picks you up to carry you to your shared bedroom and you just know you have a long night ahead of you.
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