#I’m so greatfull

[heart4heisart]

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There are days when I wonder how I got so lucky to have you in my life. You are my safe harbor in the storm, my calm in the chaos, and my joy in the ordinary. With you, I feel seen, understood, and cherished in a way I never thought possible.  

[aguefortpostings]

Can’t wait for the finale, I’m drinking my cortado (tea based no milk add lemonade and ice) and wearing my vote for Kristen pin while just vibrating with anticipation.

[skz-streamer]

STWAPPP I LOVE YOU GUYS SOO MUCHHH UTS INSANEEE❤️😭❤️

[noodelnoodelapplestrudel]

doing things that suck. like,,, really really suck, like telling someone the truth even tho you know it will break their heart. doing things that you absolutely Have to do, even if it means hurting someone you love. taking risks. good risks, great risks even, but it still Hurts. being scared, being uncomfortable. how scary !!! how unbearable !!! i Hate it !!!

[ananiel]

Hello! I’m so sorry to annoy you, can you do Reader x William Moriarty, where Reader randomly get’s panic attacks, and the first thing to notice is that she sweats?

I’m sorry if this is alot, or this makes you uncomfortable.

Oh, You are not annoying me at all, don't worry, and Yes, i can do that , i hope You will like it!

And please, do not be afraid to ask, there's no reason to!

Genre : hurt/comfort

Headcanons + smaller story

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William james moriarty x reader that has panick attacks randomly

Headcanons:

- that will hardly be something that he couldn't deal with, better said, not hard at all for him

- he's always been perceptive, so i think that, even if You don't know it yourself, he'll notice that before a panick attack, You would sweat.

- so prepare to have your hand in his at all times to hold it and feel sweat, or to have him, while talking to someone or to You, steal glances from now and then continue talking if all is good

- also i think that he made some preparations, like, "if You don't see me, get up and..." to make sure that even if he is away, You will be good (he's worried, he cares so much about You that he is afraid something would happen while he is away)

- if he does notice sweat, the alarm bells in his hand are ringing, he'll make You sit down, wherever there is space and quiet, and will wrap his arms around You, softly caressing your back and kissing the top of your head, sitting like that for as long as needed, without complaint

- i strongly believe that he made sure to have, if he didn't already, a small towel or something that he could make You wind with it, to help with the passing of it

- also, he'd notice some things that could cause the panick attacks, and would try to avoid them as much as posible.

- if You ever feel guilty that he doesn't really go to balls anymore because he knows they make You uncomfortable, yeah, don't worry, he could be thanking You by kissing your feet from how greatfull he was that the only balls he has to go would be to ensure the Lord of crime work

- another thing it's needed to know is that, he's smart, he probably already read about this things, and probably read so much that he could write his own books, BUT, he Will call a physician after a peculier panick attack that was big, or simply, just to check, because panick attacks can cause difrent things, he wants to know that you are healthy

- even if he, presumly, he could've done the check up himself, he prefered to let a specialist do it, to make sure that nothing is left I turned and that You are fine

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Small story :

IT was at a ball held by a noble family that wanted to get back on the noble's list of being famous and generous.

You and William had to go, as there was no way to avoid it without causing drama in the house of lords, so with a groan, You went.

The room was full of people, talking, chatting outside of the ballroom in the balcony over a cigarette or glass of something.

But what caught your attention were the gossiping.

The ladies made snarky, not so quiet remarks at everyone that passed, or, at the women that the noble men came with.

You wanted to make yourself small and to not seem apealing to them, but alas, when your partner is the walking eye candy that he is, it is hard to stay away from their line of discusion

"did You see her?"

"Yes, what does someone like Lord Moriarty see in her"

"i could be a much better fit"

"indeed, not that it is hard to be better than her"

Their words made You sweat.

You knew that the ladies were rude, were bitter for The fact that You had a partner and they didn't, but damn, was it hard not to think of it when they were talking behind You, not even a table away from you. William was nowhere in sight, but You knew he want after a noble, that could be tedius work, and take a long while, there was no way You could just wait for him to return, before he could You would've made a fool out of yourself and him too. Not that he cared, he didn't care at all of it meant that You were safe, but You did.

You got up taking deep breaths and trying to walk to your asigned bedroom, steps wobly as You felt that horrible panick attack come after You.

You tried to take a deep breath again, it stopping in your throath as You felt a pair of hands wrap around Your middle, making You gasp and try to move away.

"it's me, darling, it's me"

Said William, soothingly kissing up and down your neck as he pulled You closer to him

"breath,love, i am here"

You leaned in his touch as he wraps his arms around You more tightly, kissing your forehead.

"let's leave this place, go home, You and me, you're safe now, you're safe, everything is fine"

He gives her hand a gentle squeez as he Kisses her forehead, before interwining his hands with hers and making her sit on his lap untill she calmed down.

Like he always does.

[christinarowie332]

quick lil yap

being on this app has put a lot of things into perspective.

community. this is something everyone looks for . people of the same mindset , where they can be annoying as they want and talk all about their favourite things without judgment . where we can share our art and feel welcome and understood , while also making other people happy . i fucking love this app . not just my mutuals , but the people i see every-time i post something, my silent little friends , people that support others without having to scream it in comment sections . the people i follow , that maybe don’t follow me back but god y’all feed me well.

posting my writing on this app isn’t even my favourite thing to do , it’s the random shit i post that still get people talking , just nice conversations with lovely people .

seeing the little tag icon whenever my friends post something, the little reply to comment . i love it all sm . and i’m so greatfull that i’ve been given a platform of friends to speak to . i haven’t been posting alot so my likes have gone down but i don’t even care , i truly could have 4 followers and still feel seen . i love you all sm .

this sounds like i’m like leaving the app (or earth) but i’m not , this is just a lil appreciation post for y’all and an apology for seriously lacking at the minute.

love you all 🤍

-milkie (mills) 🍼

taglist :

@querenciasturniolo @ermdontmindthisaccount @recklesssturniolo @rac00ns-are-c00l4 @tackycrown @udonotknowme @urmyslxt @iheart2021chris @its-jennarose @oversturn @plasticferal @paper-crab @parkerssecrets @strniohoeee @slut4chr1s @daddyslilchickenfingers @freshlovehacker @flowerxbunnie @kenzieiskoolaid @kvtie444 @loveesiren @lustfulslxt @lunarsturniolo @lovingsturniolo @chrisenthusiast @cabincorematt @bluesturniolo333 @biimpanicking @nickenthusiast @mattslolita @mangosrar @mattsbratt

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SUGAR BABY AU

Ch.4 Leeway

Characters in this series: Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Darcy Lewis, Maria Hill, Kate Bishop, Pepper Potts, Valkyrie, Shuri

Summary: As a good friend you are responsible for people closest to you, right? But can you handle it all at once? For now, your friends are a priority.

Warnings: age gap relationships, sugar mommy/sugar baby relationships, swearing, aggression, cheating, all story is gonna be +18, you are responsible for your own ass. 

Word count: 6556

A/N: This chapter took a while and im greatfull for all your patience. This story is a proces and i go through it while writing, it growns on me with every sentance and page. Im happy i can share it with you. All ideas, theories, comments are welcome. Dont steal or claim my stuff as yours or im going to bite your ass off. Enjoy!

As always thanks to @charturnus for editing, helping to write and posting this fic. It wouldn't be here without you.

Previous chapter

CHAPTER 4

The next morning. You find Darcy occupied with her phone, laughing at something and scrolling down TikTok. You can tell which side of the platform she is on, and you smile under your breath, hearing the “woooo I’m mentally ill” sound, that both of you love. You gather yourself and enter the living room. You feel guilty, it wasn't right for you to speak to her this way, or say those things. Your opinions should never get between you and your friends, no matter what they do. God, you would help them bury a body without a question, why would you be a bitch about the way they decide to go in their life. That's not your place to say so, and you see it now, after a mostly sleepless night. You need to set things right, you need to apologize. You need to-

“Is this one of your ADHD things, when you just stand in the middle of the room and have a full-on conversation with yourself?” Darcy's voice breaks you out of your reverie, and you look at her with shocked eyes. You get lost sometimes. I guess it was one of those moments. 

“Yeah… I haven't taken my meds yet. Sorry about that.” You hang your head down and move closer to the couch that is occupied by Darcy and at least 5 blankets. Why would anybody need 5 blankets on one couch? It's not even that cold. Yes, it's November, but still, it's pretty warm for this time of the year.

“You are doing it again.” This time she touches your shoulder to bring you out and ground you, in reality a little bit more.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It's okay, what's bothering you?” She knows what, of course, she knows. The whole argument happened not more than 7 hours ago. God, you don't deserve her. 

“Darcy…. About yesterday…” You start fidgeting with your hands. Clearly uncomfortable, you are being eaten up from the inside by guilt. The fuzzy blanket that you are sitting on provides comfort with its texture. 

“About yesterday… I…”

“I know.” And you know she does, but she needs to hear it. You turn to the side to look at her, taking her hand into yours. You two were never touchy with each other. This is the kind of friendship where you would rather die than hug your friend, but you still would die for her in seconds. The older you two got, the closer you were, and the relationship between you two is far more mature now, you both are. 

“Still, even if you do, it wasn't acceptable for me to say those things. I don't have the knowledge of how it looks from your side. I have my own issues, I shouldn’t put that on you or attack you because of them. It wasn't right, and it won't happen again. I'm not going to judge any of you and if I'm going to be confused about anything I'm just going to ask. I was ignorant, angry, tired and rude. Nothing excuses my behaviour. I'm sorry Darcy.” 

She shifts her position and gets really close to you. You feel her arms around your neck and her face hidden in the crook of your neck. She feels warm, like home or fireplace, like the fuzzy blanket under your palm providing you with comfort. It takes you a second, but you practically scoop her up in your arms, hiding her even more in your chest. You stay like that for a little while and once you start pulling away you feel her grabbing you tighter. You don't let go.

“I'm sorry too.” You want to interrupt her, tell her that there is nothing to apologize for, that you were in the wrong, but she speaks again. 

“I said some shitty stuff yesterday. I don't want to talk to you that way. Even if I was a little bit right.” you both laugh at it, and the world gets a little lighter. The heavy feeling on your shoulders, it's always there, it always lingers, but now you don't carry it by yourself. When you finally pull apart, both of your eyes are a little bit glassy, you both notice it, but nobody will say anything. 

“You need to repay me, though. For the things you said.” Of course. You know that she is just using the situation and that you are actually forgiven, but you play the game either way.

“You have one wish. Shoot.”

“And no saying no?”

“No saying no.” 

“I'm going to set you up on a date. And before you interrupt me…”  You were actually going to interrupt her. 

“You have to be there for at least 30 minutes, and then I'm not going to set you up with anyone ever again.”

“Deal.” She looks at you like you’re dumb. This kind of look that tells you she is not done. You take a dramatic breath in.

“What else…?” She smiles and as much as you will never admit it, you want her happy. 

“Today Carol is having a small party with clients, friends, and business partners. It’s Bridgerton themed. You are going to be there, and you are going to like it. And no, you don't have to be there from the start, I know how you feel about all these business conversations. The party starts around 6pm and is going to last till 11pm at least. After that it's just going to be us, Maria, Kate, Pepper, Carol, Natasha and Wanda.” Hearing the last two names pulls a reaction from you. It’s one of the most dramatic eye rolls you've ever done. Darcy is laughing at you at this point, and you can't help but join her. You are not happy about any of that, but at the same time, you owe it to her.

“Yes ma’am.” The blanket beneath your fingers becomes overwhelming, so you start playing with your rings. 

“Good girl, now go because you have classes in half an hour.” She cares, and that's one of the ways she shows you that she does.

“Also, don't worry about your regency outfit! I’ve already taken care of it.” Your best friend tells you, not moving from the couch, as you stand up to take care of breakfast. She really gets on your nerves sometimes, but to be honest, you didn't even think about the outfit. You are grateful, even if it’s her that put you in this situation.

“Actually, I’m not going to uni today.” That's shocking news for her, and you get why she is surprised. 

“I also called off my shift at the bar.” Well that's a double shock, and it's surprising that she can take it. She gets off the couch and walks up to you, checking your temperature.

“Are you sick? Wait, you’re not dying, are you?” You love that dramatic bitch. 

“No, actually, we need to call a family meeting today.” 

‘’Oh,’’ Darcy breathes, realizing that the situation is serious. Only a few times before the meeting was called, this was the day Carol was introduced to all of you, or when Maria finally came out. This is an emergency only situation, and you are pretty sure that this one is justified. 

“Wait, family meeting? Someone died?” Maria’s sleepy voice flows through the room. Her hair is messy. Her silk robe flows nicely around her body. You always admired her confidence, and she is surprisingly kind for such an attractive person. Her hair is freshly cut, shoulder-length is the most comfortable for her, at least that's what she always says when they get too long. You like that about her, the way she knows what she wants, when and how. Even more, you don't understand why she would give control to anyone else. 

“Nobody died. Kate’s home?” You say. 

“Yeah, she came back around 4am.” Darcy's answer is followed by a big yawn. All of you can use a break today, and a little bit more sleep. 

‘’Could you please wake Kate up?’’ You say, turning to Maria. 

‘’I’ll get started on pancakes in the meantime.’’

She moves from her spot by the door and hurries to Kate's room. It's not going to be easy, but the longer you are putting off the conversation, the harder it's going to get. 

Preparing breakfast takes you little to no time, everything always goes by fast when you have Darcy on your side. You two work in perfect harmony, managing to cook, set up the table and even squeeze fresh orange juice for all of you. The scent of sweet citrus filled the whole room, bright sunlight falls aggressively through ajar blinds. Crispy air hits you as you move to close the window, trying to get rid of the burned smell of the last failed pancake. You are still going to eat it, you hate wasting food. 

Darcy is on your right, sitting cross-legged on a high chair with a messy bun and an oversized sweater stolen from Carol. She looks peaceful and warm. Maria sits half naked in front of you. She is always really comfortable in her own skin and it shows. Long pyjama pants and a bra are her go to outfits in the morning. It suits her. When Kate comes out of her room, the first thing that you acknowledge is her wet hair, indicating she just had a shower and dark circles under her eyes. She moves smoothly closer to where you all wait for her and as she moves behind you, she stops in her tracks for a second to wrap her arms around your torso from behind. She hides her head in the crook of your neck, and all you can do is put your hand smoothly through her hair, hugging her closer with one arm. 

“I missed you.” She whispers just for you to hear, and you feel tiredness and pain of the past busy weeks in her voice. It fills you with love, care but also anger for not being able to change it for her, or rather respecting the peace she chooses to live her life on. She needs to learn, and you will be here to catch her if she falls. And that's exactly why family meetings are so needed. 

“I missed you too, hun.” Her smile makes you happy and breaks your heart at the same time. You have been in situations when someone was trying to open your eyes, and you were taking out anger and pain on the messenger. Honestly, there is nothing she could do to push you away, but you know some part of her will hate you after this. 

“So what's the family meeting about? It sounds serious, you even took a day off.” 

“Let's just eat for now. We're gonna talk later.” 

****

You wash the dishes after breakfast while girls talk with each other on the couch. They offered to clean, but you needed a second for yourself to muster up the courage to tell her the truth. Giving yourself time is needed, but also creates moments like this. Wet sponge in your right hand, plate in your left, and your phone laying heavy in your pocket with evidence. You feel it digging into your leg through the material, kind of like pushing you to stop procrastinating the inevitable, so you do. 

You sit down on an ottoman that matches the rest of the couch set and as you sigh heavily, all the attention is drawn to you. Nobody’s rushing you to open up, it's one of the many rules of the meetings. They all wait for you, ready to provide comfort at all times. You lock your eyes with Kate’s, and as you almost always keep your posture and face up, your eyes water up a little, but not enough for them to notice. 

“Go on y/n. Lay it on me.” She is the youngest of all of you, but sometimes she is more mature than all of you combined. 

“Valkyrie is cheating on you.” You can see in her eyes that she thinks it's a joke, another dumb idea of yours to separate the two of them because you don't think her girlfriend deserves her, so you continue. 

“I was at the bar, had my shift with Steve, she was there. There was a whole group of people, God, all of them drunk out of their minds. She came to me and told me that you’re not texting her back. She wasn't too nice about it.” You take a deep breath in and grab anything you have close to you to stop yourself from standing up and pacing around the room. The plastic scrunchie provides some stimulation, so you look at her again. 

“At some point, she started kissing some girl that was in that group. I don't even know if they know each other.” Kate just listens, not taking her eyes off of you. You notice her lips quivering a little, but it's so slight that you’ve almost missed it. 

“Shuri was there, she can vouch for this.” 

“Wait, you saw your ex!?” Darcy jumps in but back off as soon as she can catch herself going off-topic, that's not important right now and she knows it. 

“Show me.” Two words you hoped you wouldn't hear. Speaking about it is one thing, but seeing it with her own eyes will be different. As the last resort, you try to play dumb, pretending not to know what she means.

“This is far too important for you not to have the proof. Just show me y/n, I’m a big girl.” So you do. When you hand her the phone, it’s already opened in your gallery. It's the last thing you recorded. The video starts with Shuri drinking her martini and talking to you about something happening at her university. However, as soon as you zoom into the group, she falls silent. 

‘’Oh fuck,’’ The girls can hear Shuri swearing, combined with your heavy breathing through the speaker in your phone. The scene ends with Valkyrie standing up and dragging the girl behind her into the bathroom area and Shuri’s voice saying “y/n don't do it”. 

“What did you do?” Maria asks what everybody is wondering. You answer her question, but all you say is for Kate and only for her. 

“I didn't do anything. I ended my shift and went home.” She believes you, you are always honest with her, always. 

“I wanted to tell you right after, but this is not something to do over the phone. Maybe I should have just found you at your job, I'm sorry but-” She's interrupting your explanation with the softest voice she has.

“It's okay, I know you are more of a face to face person.” The scrunchie is long forgotten on the floor, and Kate's hands are secured strongly in yours. You caress her palm with your thumb, providing as much comfort through the touch as you can, but she leans back on the couch. You expected anger, sadness, a breakdown or denial, but not this. 

“I mean, she was awful either way, right?” Both Darcy and Maria jump in with copious nodding and approval of that statement. 

“I guess it's for the better, at least I have a good reason to end it now.” With that she…. smiles? Something is wrong, something is very wrong. 

For the next 5 minutes your roommates rumble about how awful Val is, how much better Kate will be without her and how happy they are that she feels that way. Kate jumps in from time to time, smiling and telling them how right they are, and that's when you can't take it anymore. You start laughing, and it takes everybody off guard, to be honest it takes you off guard too. You don't explain anything to anybody as you stand up, take your hurt friend by her hand, and announce that you will be back in a couple of hours for dinner. You are much stronger than Kate, so manhandling her a little into her room is easy. 

“Get dressed, put some training clothes on and take your wallet. I'm taking your car keys, and I'm waiting for you in the car park. Don't make me wait too long.”

“Y/n I’m fine! What are you even doing? I don't understand.” You hug her really close, face buried in your chest, her arms hanging loose on her sides not really knowing what to do with them, but even when she’s not reciprocating you don’t let her go. Your left hand goes all the way around her waist, grabbing her side, while the right hand keeps her head close to you. Your touch feels hungry for closeness with her, while you almost shield her whole body with yours. When you let go, you grab her face into your hands, look deeply into her glassy eyes and smile with the most honest love you ever felt to someone. This kind of love is different from anything else you ever had. You imagine that's the way your brother feels when he looks at you. At least he did when you were younger. 

“You’re not Kate. And it's okay.” You kiss her forehead and tell her once again to get ready before you disappear from her room. 

*** 

The ride to the location takes you around 25 minutes. The whole trip, Kate is trying to get you to tell her where you’re going or what this whole thing is about, but you keep your mouth shut, which makes her more irritated by the minute. It's good, you need her to be irritated, you need her to be mad, and soon enough everything will become clear to why. 

You arrive at a big open space with one building that's in poor condition. Vines have taken over its walls, invading cement and binding everything together with nature. It’s a truly beautiful view if you can just stop for a second and try to understand what's in front of you. It's far, it's quiet, and it's your safe space, one of just the few that you have. You get out of the car, still not answering Kate's questions. She makes it harder for herself and as much as you get why she is doing it, you wish she would stop. 

“What's that place? It looks like a squat.” She comments, and she sounds unnecessarily annoyed.

“This is a place where me and Shuri were meeting for most of the time. It's a safe place and a safe space.”

“Safe for what?”

“To be yourself.” 

Your answer takes her a little bit off guard, you can see by the appearing wrinkles on her forehead that she really thinks about what you just said, and hopefully she will find some truth for herself in your words. She follows you into the building, you take out a bundle of keys, which is definitely too big, you don't even remember what half of them are for, you are pretty sure that some of them were found around here, never finding out their purpose, but the one that you need right now is easy to find. The red band on top of it makes it easy to spot. The word ‘’sanctuary’’ is hand-painted onto the key, and it fills you with warmth and gratitude that your last relationship ended up on good terms. You really appreciate having Shuri in your life, her and her family were nothing but good people to you, and you are glad to reciprocate anytime you can. You open a heavy looking lock and enter the building with Kate on your heels. 

Inside it is really dark and scary looking, dust covers the floors, and various types of glass, wood and all kinds of materials can be found on the side of every wall. Used spray paint cans decorate one corner, making the whole place more alive because of their colours. They also create a nice contrast to the surrounding chaos. All cans are securely stacked in a pyramid shape. A skylight lights up the middle of the room in a theatrical way. You love this place to the bone. 

As Kate looks around with a little disgust on her face she tries to appreciate you getting her out of the house, you collect some things from the locker and close it with a metallic clang. 

“Here,” you say into her direction, getting closer to her with two jumpsuits in hand. She looks surprised, but gets the general idea of what you want from her. She is obliging even if she is not fully sure why you are both here, she’s too shaken up to put it all together. Putting on a brave face is one of her greatest strengths and weaknesses, but you know every little piece of her. At least most of them. 

You start undressing while Kate is half ready with her suit on, you were always impressed with her physique. She’s the one who motivated you to go to the gym, taking you with her a couple of times gave you the kick-start that you needed to go on your own, you are grateful for that, not sure that she is aware of it. As you take off your shirt, you don't notice Kate's eyes lingering on your body. You are muscular it's hard not to be after putting so much work in at the gym, her eyes are tracing the tattoos on your body, from your legs up. You’re  turned away from her, so she has a perfect view of your wide back. She isn’t sure why she’s staring, but it seems natural to do so, so she lets herself. As you turn around to face her, you zip up the suit to your waist, looking for a shirt you took with you. You don't want to ruin your nice clothes, that's why you asked Kate to pack something up herself as well. You look at her. She seems to be stuck for a moment, and her face is red.

“Are you okay?” You reach out to her, worried that she might be on the verge of crying because of her breakup, unaware that the reason for her state is completely different. Kate on the other hand is trying to understand what's happening to her. Nobody was ever as sweet to her as you, so protective and caring. Nobody held her like you do, nobody was interested in her in the way you are. In the beginning she was trying to figure out if that's your way of hitting on her, but after she got to know you a little bit she understood that it's just your nature. It didn't change the fact that she always feels special when you act protective over her or caring in any way. Late night texts telling her to get home safe, to remember about lunch, calling her love. Or just simply sitting down together and letting her talk while you listen. Just the way you let her be with you is enough to get some ideas in her head. She has been questioning for a long time now if she is attracted to you, but even if the answer is yes, your relationship has always been platonic, and she is aware of that. 

“Yes, yes I am. Dress up, or you're going to get sick.” She stops the topic before you can ask her more questions, not wanting to fall into a hot mess in front of you. 

After you both get dressed and leave your stuff secured in the locker, just in case, you take Kate's hand and tell her to follow you. Her palm is soft but cold to the touch, instinctively you start to rub her hand with your thumb to warm it up and comfort her a little, sensing her nervousness. She’s still playing with her hands, grabbing onto her jewellery and loose strands of fabric fraying off of the partially torn jumpsuit. Your touch seems to bring her a little bit more back into the present. You can hear her taking a big breath in when you soothe her hand, and it seems like her arms are starting to relax a little. 

You moved further into the building, which leaves you in front of a massive, heavy looking reinforced door. Something straight out of the teen wolf series. As you open them, you are both hit with too much sunlight coming out of the skylights. Your eyes take a second to adjust and get past the sting of it, Kate tries to blink the pain away too. As soon as her vision is clear, she gets what all of this is about, and she doesn't know how to feel about it. 

“Wha…what? Y/n I don't think it's necessary.” She comments as soon as she sees a table covered in lots of different kinds of mugs, plates, dishes, boxes and bottles. It's warmer here than anywhere else in the building, probably because of the sun coming through the windows. She understands now why the doors are so thick. She waits for your answer, but you leave her in silence. You move to the deep right corner of the room and grab two aluminium bats and two helmets secured in the covered box. Your weapon is strictly for looks, you are not going to participate in breaking today, this day is all about Kate and you need to focus on her. 

“Take it.” She shakes her head, refusing to do so. 

“Kate, take it, please.” She does see that you are being really serious about it. It feels heavy in her hands at first, but her muscle memory is trained on such a good level that it takes her just a minute to get used to the handle and balance of the bat. 

“I don't need it. I know you think I'm sad and heartbroken but I'm not, okay?  It's for the best and we both know it yn.” She pleads with you, it all seems really unnecessary for her. 

“Kate..” you come close to her and put  your free hand on her cheek. “ You are heartbroken, you are tired and you are sad, but most of all you are angry. I can see you holding your fist together every time someone mentions your mother.” Exactly the thing she does as soon as the words leave your mouth. “ I know that you feel betrayed by Val, it doesn't matter if you loved her or not. She abused you for so long, just as your mother. Dont hate me for it but I think you chose her for a reason.” She looks at you not believing your words, and takes a step back. Her eyes ask you what you mean by that and you know she felt a sting because of your assumption. You straighten out your posture and keep going, gambling your friendship in the name of her sanity. 

“You have been controlled since your father died.”

“Stop.” Her voice is low but the tone of it is threatening.

“Your mother uses you as her personal project, to be honest I'm not sure if she was ever a real mother to you.” You continue not letting yourself back up no matter what. She needs this.

“I said stop.” Her voice is louder letting emotions take over a little.

“ Were you saying stop when Val hit you? Or when she was pouring alcohol in your system so she could take advantage of you? You didn’t deserve any of this” She is crying at this point and it pains you to see.

“All those times I was picking you up from her apartment seeing a new bruise on you, all those times when you got hell from your mother or from your girlfriend because you had to choose one and there were no other options in your life. This is not love Kate, it never was.” 

“Nobody asked you to take care of me!!” She is screaming now and you decided to match her energy. 

“BUT I DID! I was cleaning the fucking cuts, i was holding the ice bags and i had to watch you being broken everyday! I had to restrain myself of fucking her up everyday because of your feeling towards her!” Kate never knew about this, so that information is shocking, her head unfortunately for both of you took a defensive state so everything you say is taken personal. !!!

“ If that was such a fucking issue for you you could’ve just told me! I would never ask you for help if I knew!’ The bat in her hand is flying around, she always uses her hands while speaking so it's normal, in this situation though it's a little dangerous. 

“It's not about me ! Its about you Kate, about people fucking you over and over again and you allowing them. It's about the fact that you are angry and you don't let yourself go!”

“I'M NOT ANGRY. I'M IN PAIN! AND THEY’VE PUT ME THERE” With that she delivers a first hit to the stack of plates. It's not in the center so plates end up falling from the table while  breaking a couple of them. It's hard to aim when your face is covered in tears. You grab her arm before she can do a second strike stopping her mid flight. She tries to get out of your hold pushing you away with her other arm but you are one step ahead and you let go of your bat to grab both of her hands. You take her into a strong embrace letting her totally break down in tears. She cries, and it sounds like something she loved, someone she loves has died, maybe a part of her. Her voice is broken and you can hear her asking why, while you drop with her to the floor not letting go for even a second. She is still fighting to get out of your arms but you know that she is not fighting with you. You put your hand on her head closing any space left between you and you try to calm her crying a bit.

“I got you Kate… I'm right here with you, I'm not leaving…. ever. You can let go… just let go, I'm holding you.” And she does. She lets go of all the pain she feels at the moment, lots of memories coming back to her in a big feeling of chaos. It is hard for her to focus on one feeling, one problem, one pain so she grabs on to you tighter trying to ground herself in your touch. She starts paying attention to your fingers tracing patterns on her back, on your breathing being slow and deep and she tries to match it the best she can with her own. She focuses on the vibrations she can feel on her head that are coming from you humming her favorite melody. She finds peace in it and after a little while she slowly lets go of you to take a deep breath in and look at your face. You smile at her with the most genuine smile that she ever saw. 

“Why are you so happy?” She is teasing you, you know she is.

“Because I'm proud of you Katie… so proud.” Your voice is low and soft, like the silence after the storm, like the moment when the rain stops falling abruptly after ripping the sky open with its force. 

You help her stand up and that's the exact moment that she sees blood on your face. Her breath hitches while she points at your cheek. You touch the place and realize that while she hit the plates one piece of them got stuck in your skin. You take it out with almost no force and wipe already dried blood off of you. 

“That's why we wear helmets.” You pick up the gear that was left on the floor, and help her put it safely on her head. After doing the same you hand her a bat and let her have an outlet for all of the forgotten feelings hidden inside of her for so long. Sounds are loud, rapid but so satisfying. Pieces of glass are landing on the walls, the floor and your clothing. At first she was shy with her hits, but you can see that she got more comfortable with the whole idea and actually put some work into it. You hold your cold bat in your left hand, it's only a prop, because today it's about Kate…. today is about Kate yn… You tell yourself trying to suppress any emotions you might have with this whole situation. Stacks of beer glasses seem to have your name written all over them. The bat you are holding gets a little bit heavier in your hand when you tighten your fist around it. Your veins become visible because of the pressure and your eyes are focused on the target, never looking away from it but holding yourself back as much as you can. Just when you start to feel yourself going into emotions, all of the glasses break in front of your eyes. A big hit delivered by Kate crashes them into pieces and powder, and with that she says that it's the last one that she needed. It brings you back out of your head and you nod at her, pointing to the door. 

After leaving the room you give some time for Kate to change into her clothes while you are sweeping the floor to make it nice and tidy, mainly safe. You put down all the equipment and as you move into the room with a locker you can hear Kate humming the same melody you were trying to calm her down with. It warms you from the inside, the fact that you understand her and she trusts you enough to show you the most raw parts of herself. While you change Kate decided to look around some other rooms in the building. Some of them are holding more stuff to break, some of them have camping equipment, making her acknowledge that you probably spend some nights here. As you catch up to her you see that she found one of the most important places for you. The biggest room in this whole building has two chairs in the middle of it and 5 plastic boxes on the right side of it. Chairs are facing one wall, a wall covered in graffiti, with big sentences written in the middle of it. You lean on the entrance while Kate is trying to take it all in. 

“What's that? Ver- Verba Vo…” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent. Spoken words fly away, written words remain.” You explain to her, trying to get her to understand what this place is about. “And what's all over that?” “All the reasons why me and Shuri were coming here. Tony Stark, Loki, work, even when I was arguing with you guys.” You laugh a little at the memory. “Even your mom.” You see her go closer to the wall as she eyes your mothers name written on the wall in the most chaotic way she ever saw. She puts her hand on the cold concrete and touches it lightly, collecting some dirt on her fingers by accident. She doesn't seem to care though. She turns with glossy eyes to look at you and a second later you are holding her in your arms. She is not angry anymore, but sad. Tears flow out while you hold her and allow her to feel all the emotions at once. She doesn't have to pretend with you, she never should. She lets you go and look at your face. Her cold hand lands on your cheek as she is trying to take care of you, leaving some of the dirt on your skin. It throws you off guard for a second because you didn't realize you were crying with her. As soon as you do you whip off the tears that escaped and hand her spray can from one of the plastic boxes.

“Write Katie, everything that's on your shoulders, write it out of you. It will stay here, and you will move on without it.” “Verba Volant Scripta Manent.” She repeats your mantra butchering latin pronunciation, making you laugh. 

“Exactly.” You give her a nod and encourage her to start letting go of all the things that are in her heart. She is a little shy at first but gets a hold of it really quickly. She writes dates, names, words like work, comfort, cheating, fear. With each word she seems to be lighter and you enjoy the view. Carefully she writes everything down avoiding your drawing, your motto, which you really appreciate. As she finishes her work she takes a couple of steps back and enjoys the art of it. You join her, kiss the top of her head and take out of the box the last can, red one to put one last statement. She watches you really carefully as you go to her part of the wall and above everything she has written, you spray a big red word, saying “Rebirth”. As you turn around, a little bit dirty and tired, you feel happiness filling you in as she is smiling at you, in a way you haven't seen in a long time. 

After closing up everything and making sure that the whole place is secured and tidy you make your way to the car. Kate is surprised to see an emotional hangover setup at the back of her car. Bottle of water, her favorite snack and tissues waiting for her, set down with love and care. It always amazes her how you can think in the future. There were countless situations in both your lifes when something unusual, tragic or just really out of nowhere came up and you are always ready for it. At least you seem to be. You are not talking much to each other while going back, no words needed between both of you. Kate can sense that it took a hold on you too so she provides comfort by playing with your hair on the back of your neck while you drive. 

“I texted her.” Kates breaks the silence for a second, her voice barely above whisper. 

“What did you say?” 

“I broke up with her, I officially ended it, and I blocked her.” You put your hand on hers, letting her know you are right next to her. She expected you to be happy but you were always better for her then she anticipated.

“And how do you feel about it?” You ask tenderly. 

“It hurts… I know she wasn't good, she never was, but she meant a lot and it… it just hurts.��� You nod your head waiting for her to continue, giving all the space she might need. 

“ But it's going to heal, and as much as it pains me I also feel lighter. I need it. Thank you yn, for everything.” She interviews her fingers with yours and allows silence to take over, leaving you both in each other's comfort. 

Next chapter

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[camera-ghost]

I’m so greatfull for the anime’s design of Akane. No offense to the comic of course [the art’s to die for (☞•v•☞)] but it was so hard to find out how to draw human-Akane. His face is going through a funhouse mirror every panel.

[sleepnowmychild]

Ohhh, fellow hypnos lover, feel free to use this ask as a hypnos infodump if you'd like ! I love talking about the gods and if you have any worship/ tips about him if you wouldnt mind sharing id be very greatfull !

Bless

-valerie

HELLO FELLOW HYPNOSER!!!

Time for tips and info dump ramblings bc I’ll absolutely take the chance.

Tbh he’s kind of the only one I’m a full blown devotee too, I’ve always been weirdly into the entire concept and idea of sleep as a whole (autism moment??? My own history of sleep issues??? Unclear) but I do still respect and honour all the others. And admittedly I have a bit of an intrigue about the whole Zagreus Dionysus connection and it’s history. I grew up on a vineyard so maybe the whole grapes and wine of Dionysus gives me nostalgia haha.

I’m a bit of a lazy worshiper because memory issues be issuing, but my entire night routine is built around good sleep and devotion. I know it’s a common Hypnos tip but good sleep schedules is a top notch way to worship. I also keep a lot of the devotional or personally meaningful things I have on or around my bed. My bed has kind of become like a second altar in a way, a sacred space. My childhood toys, bedding I bought specifically because it reminded me of Hypnos etc. it’s basically an altar you can sleep in lol.

I could ramble for a million years but funny enough, I should go to bed rn.

Get some sleep and sweet dreams fellow Hypnosers.

[guamalasbet]

The official art Is Here!!!!!! Not really a good name but I tried ;3

i am so greatfull that my au being reconized by some other people i’m so happy and i hope i can continue this in the future, thank you for all of your support if some of yall wanna do the va of my comic i would love to see it. Once more, thank you for the attention and thank you for reading my comic.

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[melyyi]

Manifestation story!!

OMGGGGG!!!! Yall so i been believing in shifting and manifesting and all that stuff for a while (since 2020 shiftok 😒) but there was always something a part of me that never thought that I could do it (manifesting less since I didn’t see it that much). Recently, I’ve been trying to manifest more because it’s easier for me since I never really had it on that pedestal like I did with shifting. So on Friday when I was at lunch I was trynna watch a movie so I have these head phone with the circle plug so I need to get an adapter for it to be in my phone, I took the headphones out and plugged in my laptop and left the adapter in my phone. So then my friend came and we start talking and I put away the laptop and we start walking around. Then lunch ends so we go our separate ways and I go to reach my phone to put my headphones in and I don’t see the adapter. So I check my entire bag and found nothing. Once I got to class I asked my teacher if I could go look for it and she said yes so I went back to the cafeteria and at the places we walked around at and even in the bathroom and the lost and found. I didn’t find it so it ruined my mood for the rest of the day, but then I thought I could manifest one but I was still kind mad. Then while walking in the hallway to my other class I literally said like maybe 3 affirmations about the adapter and i wasn’t even thinking about it like that I just said it and not really cared if it worked or not and yall…I went to my next class and I was sthetill mad but I have my friend in that class and I was telling her about the adapter and how mad I was. Then the teacher told us we were playing a game (my team won 😜) and my mood changed and I actually had fun and forgot about the adapter. Then near the end of the class I saw something on the floor and I looked closer and yall istg it was a fucking adapter. I literally could not believe my eye so I used my foot and dragged it towards me and omg I was so shocked it was an adapter. It literally made me believe in manifesting wayyyyyy more and the whole “I can’t do it but other people can” is gone bc like whattttt . Never in all my years of going to school have I EVER seen one of those on the floor but yall this was not a coincidence istg. The thing is it didn’t take long to manifest it or anything like I literally said a few affirmations during PASSING PERIOD which is literally 5 minutes and it worked like omg 🤭. Mind you this was me going from the class I was looking for it in to the class where I saw it in so this happened very recent at the time like omg. Even though the adapter is like my last one it’s kinda different and weird but I’m still greatfull and shocked and happy I got my adapter 🙏

[miasudare]

Do ya'll think I can write?

(So, I'm kinda want to try like, writing and stuff but I don't know if I write good? This like, the start of what I'm writing)

Another festival was over, a start of the new morning could be seen from the little spaces between leaves. The sound of rocks, dirt, walking and the rusty metals of the cariages clinking could be heard in the outer parts of Darkwood. The cariages had scared, wimpy sheep in them. How many were them now? Six sheep? Seven? Seven. The last seven sheep in the entire lands of the Old Faith.

‘’C’mon, move them faster you lazy boneless bugs! We need to take these cariages to Darkwood before morning!’’ one of the cultists said, he was from Anura with a clear yellow mark on his robe under the Old Faith marking. There were about five swordsmen for the two cariages, two centipedes (a.k.a vephar kins) that carried them an done leading archer. These sheep were being taken to Darkwood, so that their wool would be shaven off before being chopped to each pieces of mutton.

‘’What do ya think we’re doing?! We don’t usually clib, we slide to depths of caves! Ugh, the grass is so irritating…’’ The centipedes yelled out, tired from the warm weather they’re not used to. Oh how they missed the cold walls and sticky webs.

‘’With that many amount of legs, you have no right to moan or complain about it! You should be greatfull to serve your master Heket-‘’

‘’Shamura.’’ The centipede corrected.

‘’Yes them. You should be greatful to serve.’’ The swordsman rolled eyes under the shadow of his robe. ‘’So work your many… icky… feet! What we do is very divine mission!’’

‘’It’s just carrying a butcher shop around, Troh. You take this bullshit too serious.’’ Another swordsman, from Darkwood said.

‘’Bullshit!? You heretic! You sin mouthed! You dare to call something sacred like serving your god bullshit?!’’ Troh, the said swordsman took big offense to that.

‘’It’s just some big, mutant overlords you call gods! You’re really brainwashed with all those menticide mushrooms aren’t you? The only thing good about them is how they are a man of their words. I’m not complaining until the worm stops feeding me.’’

‘’You defiant-‘’

As the cultists argued, the sheep listened. Three in one carriage, four in the other. Some had bruises, some had cut skin from previous shavings. The sheep didn’t have a name. They never needed one if they were going to get their throats slit open for one more useless festival, one more gluttonous feast or a simple gathering. Their fear filled eyes darted around the trees, hoping to memorize each path if a miracle were to happen, if they ever had a chance to run away from this life of torture.

‘’Hey. Are you okay little one?’’ One ewe asked to the silent one. The kid wasn’t much of a talker, just turned their age to be considered ’adult’ or, to be considered ‘food’. White wool, tired eyes mixed with hopeless curiousity. They looked up to the ewe.

‘’Yeah…’’ they looked away. ‘’I’m not used to going out the gates. It’s my first time in Darkwood.’’ The lamb added, continuing to look around. Most sheep would be kept either in Anura or Darkwood because how close they were to the main lands unlike Anchor Deep or Silk Cradle, which were deep down in ocean and caves with terrible transportation.

(...)

[skz-streamer]

ITS FINALLY 2024 FOR MEEE

I’m here to say I’m just so so so greatfull for all the love and support I’ve received this year. I’m a five star stay and I started tumblr in June/july. I’ve already grown so much and I’m so greatfull. I’m so excited to start the new year with you guys! Thank you❤️

Thank you thank you thank you all my lovely moots. I actually can’t believe I’m moots with some of you guys. Like it’s unbelievable

@mixtape-racha @seo--changbin @stayxlix @ren0325 @seospicybin @strayingawayy @kai-jilee @milkandhyunnie @slvtty4channiee @hwangrimi @herarcadewasteland @escapetheshark @j-onedrabbles @kaciidubs @hyuuukais @jinnie-ret @bokkiesplace @yangbbokari @weedforthoughtz @hyuuukais @pretty-racha

[sak-supernatural]

This is actually crazy! TODAY IS THE DAY!!!

I watched this when I was like 11 and I loved The Flash for the longest time (part of me always will), but I never managed to finish the show I stopped somewhere around s4. I randomly thought about it again today and looked it up only to find out that TODAY is the exact date that seemed so far off in the future in 2013. ONE day later and I would have missed this iconic moment in my life. How have I made it this far? As a kid it seemed like APRIL 25 2024 was nothing more than a fictional date that was never going to happen.

This was actually my first real fandom and I am forever greatfull for that, the first time I discovered shipping could be between any two characters canon or not and the first time I discovered gay fanciction (coldflash). Also a time where I delved hardcore into Xreader for the first and only time in my life, I had the biggest hugest fattest most gigantic crush on Barry Allen and consequently Grant Gustin. How can time be real when I am now the same age as he was when he started in The Flash? This is truly nuts and an iconic moment in my life!!

Anyway as a thanks to anyone who bothered reading my crazed ramblings I’m putting together a playlist of my favourite edits from this era of my life:

P.s. I don’t know how many times I listened to Barry sing “Running Home To You” and imagined it was to me, it was too many.

[sophia-goddess-of-spring]

Many gracious greetings to you, Goddess Sophia, I am Ariadne, daughter of Apollo.

We have met before, hundreds of years ago.

It's been long since I have been free from my floral prison, do not worry, I know that it isn't you who have imprisoned me, but my grandfather Zeus.

I am greatfull that you are still well, and I have heard that you and my dear father have finally procreated a offspring?

If you have the time, I would like to meet this sister of mine that I have heard of so much.

With her gracious love and all her care,

Ariadne de Milan.

You are more than welcome to meet Posey! I’m sure she’d just love another sibling! I will be speaking to my father about his actions regarding you as I’m one of very few who can knock some sense into him. I hope you’re doing well!

[dearweirdme]

https://www.tumblr.com/dearweirdme/745586848886390784/you-know-i-have-always-been-one-of-the-first-in

I 100% get where this anon is coming from & I’m glad someone said it.

It absolutely broke my heart to see Tae do that walk - there was never any doubt in my mind that it was him.

At the time (& I want to emphasise very strongly- at the time) I felt like Tae had betrayed himself, his self proclaimed integrity & to be honest, his fans.

I felt like if his relationship with her was real, he should have just been honest & said so…

But if it wasn’t, why do it?

Obviously, over time, common sense set in

- he didn’t betray his fans because he owes us nothing - we’re his fans because we choose to be.

- He has his reasons & right to make his own choices. I still have a visceral reaction to anything about her & that relationship (whatever it is) but that’s my problem, not Tae’s.

As you say Rain, perhaps he made the best of not great options - we’ll never know because we actually know next to nothing about the real lives of the members - only what we think we know & what we hear them say - but we’d be fools not to notice that the same stories are repeated over & over & have been for years- dumplings, snow fights, throwing a banana etc etc. We don’t get anything real except by accident if one says something slightly off the agreed script.

And that’s probably how it should be - in a world such as theirs, any sort of privacy is precious.

I do believe that to the vast majority of the fandom & the general public, Tae will forever be known as straight because he dated Korea’s ‘it girl’. I very much doubt he’ll ever deny it & anything he did to try to negate it is actually pointless- only us delusional Taekookers even noticed or believed that he was trying to distance himself anyway.

Even my husband & friends who barely know who Tae is, saw the news that he was dating the bp girl - and believed it.

So. Do I still love & support Tae? Yes of course I do.

Will I ever naively believe 100% again - No I won’t.

Hi anon!

Thank you for your nuanced reply to this.

In a situation like Tae and Jk's, nothing will ever be easy or straightforward. Theirs is a life of contantly seeking balance and constanly being misunderstood. I'm actually really greatfull that Idols tend to live their private lives in actual privacy.