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#i've seen 3 doctors about the same issue in the past couple of months#and i keep thinking about their different ways of responding and how much of an impact it's had on me#and my mental health and my way of responding to that issue#and i just have to say it's pretty ironic that the 'specialist' was the one who had the most unsatisfying response#and the young doctor who was on call at the hospital on fucking christmas eve was actually the most empathetic and helpful one#and was basically the first medical practitioner in my life who saw my issues as actual chronic pain#and didn't make me feel like i was overreacting and being weak and whiny#maybe she'd been trained on ableism idk but i'm very grateful to her for taking me seriously#and offering actual fucking solutions to at least deal with my anxiety#in other news i have a job interview on wednesday :) just a 2 month contract but at this point i'll take anything
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I hate girlblogging I hate waif culture I hate random people misusing terms like âdelusionalâ I hate femcels I hate qwirky mental illness posts
#Not gonna say I respond to my mental health issues in a healthy way either#But good god nothing about that whole subculture seems healthy#Like if you really want to play up this weird aesthetic of hyper exaggerated âhysteriaâ stop diluting the meaning of words like delusional#God everyone on the internet loves to take meaningful terminology and reduce to layman relatable feels#Stop it
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had the emotional equivalent of getting smacked over the head with a cartoon frying pan o7
#therapy is cool bc you can apply things you learn across the board to help you randomly come to Good realizations o7#i have been on an upswing the last day or two which is nice but now i'm feeling way better. i sorted out a lot of the anxiety i was having#with communication/talking to people and i feel way better and a lot more regular now#that was by no means my biggest or only issue BUT it was a very small and persistent and draining one and to be feeling better about it??#hell yeah lol. the tldr is that i was forcing myself into lonliness and isolation because i was trying to set boundaries for other people#but i can't decide on behalf of someone else if they think i'm annoying or weird or frustrating or bad they have to decide that themselves#they have to set the boundary and i can't respond to perceived subtext or assumptions. they have to tell me and make it clear#and trying to decide on their behalf that i should stop talking or reaching out is only going to hurt us both#because it's not fair to assume others are harbouring cruel thoughts about me! that makes them out to be a villain!#and there's no evil in reaching out to start/continue conversations. at the end of the day the people who want to talk to me will and#spending time on people who are present and happy to talk to me is always better for mental health than just never reaching out to anyone#something something genuine human connection/interaction comes from a willingness to be brave and vulnerable and shameless. the worst that#will happen is someone tells me what they really think of me LOL#so anyways!! i have [checks notes] A Lot of people i will send messages to this weekend hehe and i hope it goes good!!#SILENCE BOY - let's get this bread - the time will pass anyways - le soleil levant se couche mais je prierai pour un matin clair#and now a word from your dragon
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i keep you clean; you surrounded me
in which husband!spencer reid spirals after realizing he can't be your daughter's hero forever.
angst, fluff warnings/tags: this fic is about spencer's past addiction, and how he's afraid it will impact his relationship with his daughter, conversation about alcohol, this is a fix-it fic for my life, ends on a hopeful/positive note, lots of self-loathing from Spencer, uses the phrase "shooting up", PLEASE do not read if this is going to upset you!! PLEASE!! fem!reader a/n: this felt healing in a way for me but that might not be your experience reading if you also have issues with a parent with addiction so please tread lightly and make the right choices for you. CHOOSE YOUR MENTAL HEALTH OVER MY DUMB FANFIC I CAN'T STRESS THAT ENOUGH!! and ily
âDaddy?â
Adaâs not asking for you, but you look to her anyway. Sheâs squeezed between you and Spencer on Rossiâs swing, and her cheeks are still feverishâremnants of a recent and rather hysterical fit of giggles. She has a glass of lemonade between her little hands (youâre trusting her with a big girl cup, if only because itâs not your glass or your house) and she peers into it intently. Her little grass-stained feet kick. Spencer pushes the swing back ever so slightly, for her entertainment.Â
âHuh?â
She holds her glass up for him.Â
âOur drinks are the same color.â
âThey are,â he nods. âDo you like yellow?â
Ada shrugs. Itâs exaggeratedâone of her favorite moves as of late. âItâs okay.â
Spencer glances at you like he always does when he sees glimpses of you in your child, eyes sparkling as if her opinionated and bluntly honest nature is in any way reminiscent of you.Â
âYeah, I agree. Yellow is just okay.â
She leans against him and heâs quick to accommodate her, affectionately brushing his knuckles over your bare shoulder as he slings his arm across the back of the swing.Â
âDaddy?â
âWhat, lovebug?â
You smile, letting your head fall back and your eyes close. The sun is warm on your face.Â
âMommyâs drink is red.â
Nothing gets past her. Rossi had pushed the drink into your hand almost the second you stepped through the door, insisting it would go well with lunch. It sits otherwise untouched on the glass table.Â
Spencer hums. The swing rocks gently.Â
âThatâs because sheâs not having lemonade like us. Sheâs having a grownup drink.â
âOh.â
You think thatâs the end of it, that sheâs satisfied with the answer, until another moment passes, and her voice, sweet as the tinkle of little fairy bells, is posing a very loaded question.Â
âWhy donât you ever have grownup drinks? Me and you always have the same.â
Spencerâs already looking at you, brows drawn as you sit up. Your eyes, open now, go wide, and you shake your head slightly to signal you have no idea how heâs supposed to respond either.Â
His hand goes to Adaâs hair, gently scratching her scalp as his eyes dart over your face. You can see the gears turning in his head. This is one of very few things he clearly didnât read about in any of the literature on raising kids when you were pregnant.Â
âI⌠some people donât like grownup drinks.â
Itâs an inadequate answer, especially coming from Spencerâjust this morning he explained to Ada why the sky is blue. Rayleigh scattering. Blue light scatters more than any other kind of light. Which then led to an impromptu lesson on oxygen molecules and other basic chemistry in the car on the way here.Â
So there are standards.Â
âWhy not?â
You interrupt, unable to watch Spencer flounder any longer. âAda, why donât you go see what Henry and JJ and Uncle Dave are doing? That looks fun, right?â
You gesture down the yard to where JJ and Rossi are teaching Henry to play cornhole.Â
She looks at you with big brown eyesâthe set of them, the colorâthose are all Spencer.
âCan you and daddy come?â
You straighten out her dress and take the half-full glass from her little hands, setting it next to your own on the table.Â
âIn a minute. Go ahead.â
Spencerâs hand slips from her hair as she pushes off the swing and bounds down the yard. You make sure she arrives to her destination without incident, before scooting closer to your husband and taking his vacant hand.Â
âSpence?â You ask quietly, leaning in to try and insert yourself into his eye line. He doesnât look away from Ada.Â
âThat was bad.â
âIt wasnât. She doesnât understand. Itâs fine.â
âI didnâtââ
He looks down, lips pressed together, and your heart twists and drops like overripe fruit from the vine as you realize his eyes have glossed over.Â
âBaby,â you whisper, relinquishing his hand only so you can rub his back. Your other finds his knee, drawing as close as you possibly can. âItâs okay.â
âHow am I supposed to explain it to her?â
A tear falls, making a dark splotch on the fabric of his pants.Â
âYou donât have to. Sheâs only five. I guarantee sheâs already forgotten all about it.â
âI will. Iâll have to tell her one day. She thinks Iâm perfect, how am I supposed toââ
He stops himself, voice tightening to a halt. You watch him hold back a cry like you havenât seen in years. Itâs an old, familiar ache for you. You canât imagine how it feels for him.Â
âSpencer,â you coo. âShe adores you. She loves you so much. Thatâs never going to change.â
His nose twitches.Â
âIâm going to disappoint her.â
âHow? How are you going to disappoint her?â
âI think itâs pretty disappointing to find out your dad is a junkie.â
His tone isnât particularly harsh but the words are like a slap anyway.Â
âSpencerâŚâ For a moment you donât know what else to say. Itâs not a secret that heâs ashamed of that chapter in his life, but you had no idea he was contending with this much self-loathing over it, even after all this time. It seems like such a distant point in the rearview mirror that the two of you almost never need to talk about it anymore. âYou are not a junkie. Itâs been, whatâa decade?â
âI donât want to have to tell her what drugs are, let alone that I... she thinks Iâm the smartest guy in the world, and one day Iâll have to tell her that drugs are extremely dangerous, and I was shooting up for four months anyway. No matter how I try to explain it to her the ultimate takeaway is going to be that Iâm weak and I wasnât smart enough and sheâs never, ever going to forget that. How am I supposed toâI canât be a role model for her. I fucked up so badly.â
Your chest aches, somewhere deep and hollow, as he leans forward, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, only for a momentâbefore Ada shrieks and his head snaps back up. Henry is chasing her with a worm. Spencer watches on, tears still leaking from his eyes and expression otherwise neutral. Itâs bittersweet to hear him express such deep insecurity about the thing heâs best at in the world, even as those parental instincts kick in and heâs setting aside his own feelings to keep an eye on her. Heâs never trusted himself. Heâs never seen himself the way you do.Â
âBaby, you are her dad and she loves you. Her love for you is not contingent on your past. You are so, so good to her. Thatâs all she knows, okay? She doesnât care what you were doing when you were 25. She cares about whether youâll be home for dinner, and if youâll play dolls with her, and if youâll tuck her in. Thatâs all she needs to love you.â
JJ wrangles the kids and after a moment Spencer looks down again, brow furrowed deeply as drops like rain dot his lap, but he hardly makes a sound. You lay your cheek on his shoulder. âAnd until sheâs old enough for the whole story, which involves a lot more violence than I am comfortable with her being subjected to right now, you donât need to explain it to her. You have time.â
âShe wants to know now.â
âShe also wants icecream for every meal. But I canât make her understand why thatâs a bad idea. What she wants and what she needs and what she is capable of understanding are all different categories. I know you love answering all her questions, and youâre a really good teacher, but you canât make her understand something as complex as addiction.â
Spencer sniffs.Â
âDevelopmentally sheâs only really capable of understanding the world as it exists in relation to herself.â
âExactly. So give her some time, and give yourself some time.â
âWhat if she asks again?â
âThen⌠you say you donât like how it makes you feel. And tell her to clean up her toys. Condition her to stop asking.â
Spencer stumbles over a teary laugh he hadnât been expecting. You sit up straight, holding his face between your hands and encouraging him to look at you. His cheeks shine with tears, but you wipe them away tenderly.Â
âYouâre perfect to her,â you whisper, pressing a kiss to one cheek, âand youâre perfect to me.â He cups your elbow as you kiss the other and looks at you with so much sheer adoration you could get all choked up, too.
âWow,â he sniffles, and takes a deep breath, pulling you into him, âI donât deserve you.â
âOf course you do,â you mumble into his shirt, eyes fluttering shut as he presses three kisses to the curve of your neck where heâs buried his face.Â
âI could be canonized as a saint and not deserve you.â
Sainthood. You ponder that.Â
Saints have to live virtuously. They also have to be dead.Â
You hold him a little tighter. You like him exactly how he is: technically imperfect. Probably not getting into heaven. Still venerable. Very much heroic. Alive, and with you.
âIâm really glad youâre not a saint.â
He chuckles. His hand slides up your back, and then side to sideâa path itâs made time and time again which has only ever led you to wonderful, perfect places.
âMe too.â
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Arcane preference reacting to a s/o with a mental health issues (eating)
My disclaimer, as someone with this issue, Iâm sorry if this isnât what you wanted. Iâve actually been thinking about it for a while, but I was a bit cowardly about doing it, so Iâm taking the opportunity now. I donât want to go out of character, so Iâm sorry if some characters come across as harsher than others. Unfortunately, I know I should write the name of the illness, but if I post it that way, Tumblr will take it down.
Jayce:
- Heâs academically intelligent, but it takes him far too long to notice that somethingâs wrong. But you canât blame him, itâs something so far removed from him that he couldnât have understood it sooner.
- When he does realize, his first reaction is panic.
- Jayce canât feel like just a blade of grass; he feels emotions deeply, taking on any blame, especially if something happens to the people he loves. His first thought is that he did something to make you feel that way, inadequate.
- But once the panic phase ends, the responsibility phase begins.
- He does the grocery shopping, he cooks, and his workouts become more regular, where he has you climb onto his back while doing push-ups or holds you in his arms during other exercises.
- He doesnât know why you do it, but the quickest way to show you that your weight isnât a problem is by showing you how easily he lifts you.
- And maybe, if you feel up to it, he can hold you in his arms with one arm supporting you while he cooks, letting you taste various ingredients.
Viktor:
- Unlike Jayce, it only takes two suspicious behaviors in a row for him to understand whatâs happening. Itâs something far from his world, sure, but he recognizes it.
- And he confronts you. He doesnât beat around the bush, doesnât stammer; he might even sound angry because he doesnât understand why youâd hurt yourself like this and willingly give up your well-being.
- I wonât lie, I doubt that an open discussion about something this delicate with him wouldnât lead to at least one hysterical cry.
- But heâs not brutal for the sake of being brutal; his suffering and frustration turn into anger. It takes him a while to calm down, but he wonât accept compromises.
- Youâll have meals together at home, either returning to your rooms together or straight to the house, so no one can see you and you wonât feel bad.
- And he wonât force you, he tries to handle it with as much care as possible, but thereâs no day that goes by without him getting up from the table if you havenât eaten at least two food items per meal.
- He loves you too much to see you hurt yourself in that way, and knowing that he can't do anything about it makes him feel powerless.
Ekko:
- It takes him a weekânot to understand, but to process it.
- Having grown up in total poverty, the idea of giving up food âfor whimâ makes him react in a way that is only human.
- And the whole thing is too distant for him: everyoneâs skin is grayish, 90% of the population of the Lanes has missing limbs and monstrous prosthetics, and everyoneâs goal is to survive as long as possible. What does it mean that youâre against your own survival??
- As unsupportive as he might be regarding the issue, he becomes incredibly vigilant and concerned.
- Heâll always make sure youâre warm enough, that youâre comfortable, and no matter how frustrated he is, heâll always try to stay close to you, even just holding you in bed until you fall asleep.
- Every single comment you make about your body, heâll respond with, âDonât talk about my partner like that,âÂ
- no one can speak badly of you, not even you.
Vander:
- The most understanding: he was young once too, and although in his size meant an advantage, he and Silco snuck into various galas when they were younger, and there, even though he never had these problems, he would feel a strange sensation seeing that he was the biggest in the room or that it was hard to find someone to steal clothes from that would fit him.
- He doesnât lecture you or anything like that, he doesnât get angry despite how he grew up; he just feels sadness for you that you canât see how little that complex matters and how beautiful you already are.
- His compromise is vegetables. If you donât feel like eating every meal every day, it doesnât matter, but at least four days a week, you have to have three meals.
- And for the rest, heâll cook, making sure to prepare the best dishes made from vegetables so that you donât feel guilty and your body doesnât deteriorate.
- But he doesnât support your illness, he simply ensures that you get everything you need and never go below the necessary intake without having you feeling guilty about it.
Silco:
- Hoping that the most attentive and watchful man in the lanes wouldn't notice how, suddenly, meals go from moments of lightness to something you try to avoid at all costs is a bit foolish, but he says nothing.
- He waits for as long as necessary, basically to see how long it lasts and how much you're not planning to talk to him.
- When he realizes you wonât, not anytime soon, he waits for you to be alone in his office, where youâll find a slice of cake on his desk. Sure, itâs a low blow, but itâs also the fastest way to get you to confront the issue without too many escape routes.
- Heâs a big fan of the saying âdirty laundry is washed in the family,â so if you act strange about meals in front of others, he won��t allow questions or jokes, but in private, he wonât accept ânoâ for an answer.
- He has enough problems already without you crying from hunger pains or having psychotic episodes due to sugar deficiency, so as long as you're under his watch, under Zaun's eye, he won't let you live with unhealthy standards.
- During meals, he becomes the strictest. He doesnât say anything, but one look is enough to make you think twice about contradicting him. In the evening, though, when your mental health is most fragile, he becomes gentler, comforting you as much as you need.
Jinx:
- You find fertile ground, but like any good bearer of the same issue: she feels she can do it, but you cannot.
- Being with her or in her space becomes like a live-action version of Thumbelina: sheâll leave sweets, chocolates, things she knows you like to encourage you to eat so you canât hurt yourself.
- She usually forgets to eat herself when sheâs caught up in her studies and work, but if she has someone to care for, it doesnât matter how, sheâll make sure to remember. Even if it means setting a few colorful bombs with timers.
- She feeds you. In the most visible, worst way. Itâs easy that if you turn your head, youâll find a cookie shoved in your mouth unceremoniously.
- And every single tight-fitting outfit disappears from her lair. Magically, whatever clothes you pick up from her pile fit loosely, but if you ask her about it, sheâll claim she doesnât know what are you talking about.
Vi:
- Want to see Vi in a panic, becoming super protective and possessive in a way? Just wait for one episode, and youâll see everything you havenât seen.
- Sheâll check on you at least three times a day, and in the evening, when you have pain or a crisis, sheâll run back and forth from the room, thinking about everything she can do to help you feel better without making you feel guilty.
- During meals, sheâll hold you in her arms and insist that you eat, but not aggressivelyâin a way thatâs almost frightened: sheâs always been used to fighting big, real monsters, but even when it came to her sister, she could never defeat the invisible ones, and the fear of failing or hurting someone she loved again terrifies her in an agonizing way.
- Like Jayce, sheâll also try a more physical way of reassuring you, like body worshipping when youâre alone or working out with you to show you that your weight doesnât matter.
Caitlyn:
- She doesnât know how to react; she realizes it quite quickly but fears that by acknowledging it, she might only make you feel worse.
- One day, she gathers the courage to ask if everything is okay and tells you that sheâs noticed those behaviors. When you open up to her, telling her about the issues, she doesnât respond right away and simply hugs you.
- She becomes more caring, making sure that you donât have to attend banquets or dinners where you wouldnât feel comfortable, bringing you food in your room to eat together, and sometimes even leaving the room so as not to put pressure on you.
- When you mention a craving, she immediately springs into action to get it for you, even if you complain that you werenât serious. Once she understands how your condition works, she orders everything in three portions, so she can eat with you and then be the first to say that she wants more, asking if you want to share the third portion.
- If you have fat accumulated in any area, sheâll knead it with her hands while kissing you, to let you know that she loves every inch of you.
Mel:
- She notices you're having a crisis before you even realize it yourself.
- Sheâs a ruler, but what she learned from a young age is that a leader must appear reliable and look good, so even if unconsciously, she too sometimes experiences small crises when she feels like she isnât looking perfect.
- No conversations, no lectures, just an increase in cuddles, moments of intimacy, and later, she brings home sweets.
- âThey were a gift to me today at the council,â she lies, but sometimes she says she got them for both of you. She doesnât want to make you feel like youâre in the wrong. She knows that when youâre ready and if you want to, youâll bring up the issue with her, but for now, the best thing she can do is help you get through the episode with euphoria, love, and treats that encourage you to listen to your hunger rather than the illness.
Sevika:
- Like everyone in Zaun, the idea that someone would voluntarily give up food is simply incomprehensible to her.
- But she wonât comment on your problems. She doesnât intend to invalidate them, but she also wonât encourage it.
- âAre you sure? Thatâs a bit too little,â will be her comment when you eat something ridiculously small, before making you a proper portion of food herself. If you try to argue, sheâll respond with a smug smile, saying that if you eat that little, youâll end up breaking when youâre in bed together.
- As much as possible, sheâll try to get the best, freshest, and most natural food, to reassure you that you donât need to worry, but sheâll never insist that you eat if you say you donât feel up to it. Sheâll gesture for you to come sit on her lap and keep you there, occasionally offering you things she knows you like, telling you that sheâs really craving them, and if you want them too, sheâll go get them.
- If a crisis is particularly bad, sheâll try to finish her work as quickly as possible to be able to stay with you for the rest of the day and not leave you alone.
#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#ekko x reader#silco x reader#vander x reader#jinx x reader#vi x reader#caitlyn x reader#sevika x reader#mel x reader#jayce talis#viktor arcane#ekko arcane#silco arcane#arcane vander#jinx#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#mel medarda#sevika#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#arcane 2#arcane writing
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I wanted to make a bonsai kitten recovery post that outlines some of the stuff that I've been doing. Because I don't think that you need to â¨see a therapist⨠to start dealing with a lot of this stuff and I get really frustrated when that is the answer that everyone is constantly giving. Firstly a disclaimer, because I know what website I am on: this is a guide for things that have worked for me! I am not everyone and if there are things on here that do not work for you or even that you think are stupid, that is fine, but please do not make it my problem. If you are reading it and you're like "that sounds like it would actually be detrimental to my specific mental health because of my specific issues" then please disregard it. Use your critical thinking skills and do what you think is right for you!
My second disclaimer is that I didn't make any of this up myself; most of these are collected from various places either in therapeutic guide books or various websites about emotional regulation etc. Some of it is stuff that I have extrapolated from those places based on experience with what works for me or does not work for me. A lot of the way that I treat myself when I need to get my body and brain into a place where I can think about stuff productively is actually directly from gentle parenting guides, because frankly cptsd recovery stuff is very often like parenting a toddler. And the toddler is you. ALL THAT SAID,
The first skill that I had to get good at, that many of the other skills depend on, is to learn how to understand when I am Reacting to something. If I am Reacting it is extremely likely that that's going to only escalate the situation and make it much worse. I HAVE to be able to tell if I am Reacting emotionally to something in a way that is coming from a place of fear and panic. This is important because it involves not being prescriptive about your emotions. You could be Reacting to something that you do not logically feel is at all justified in making you feel that way and that doesn't matter! You can't be doing math equations to try to come to the answer of how you SHOULD be feeling; you have to be observing your mind and body to see how you factually ARE feeling and then respond to THAT. This can be really hard to learn how to do especially if you were abused as a child. (If you cannot think of yourself as someone who is abused as a child perhaps it would help to think of yourself as someone who simply was not taught various emotional regulation skills for mysterious reasons that have nothing to do with your parents' inadequacies.) I need to be able to glance inward and see what the physiological reaction that I'm having is and identify whether or not I feel like this is the biggest emergency in the world that needs to be addressed right now immediately! That is a sure sign that Mr Fight and Mr Flight are in the building and it is bad to make declarative statements or important decisions when that is the case. So, I have to work on dismissing them first. That is literally the first step to any of this. One of my friends calls this "fire mittens," which is to say, if you are wearing mittens that are on fire and you try to touch stuff, the stuff will also become on fire. You have to put the fire out first before you can touch other things.
Once I have determined that I am indeed Reacting and in a physiological state of fear, I have a document in my notes app that is a "what to do when you are in fight or flight mode" guide and it has several helpful things that I will try to outline here.
Firstly, the really important thing for me for trying to get back into an emotional state where I'm capable of making decisions and being thoughtful is to feel safe and comfortable. So I actually have some stuff in my document that is straight up just like "go in the blankie nest. put on this specific music album. light this specific scented candle." etc. You might want to have a specific food or drink that is comforting to you or some other sort of stim toy that helps you regulate. If there's any calming medication or supplements for anxiety that you take as needed, now is also the time to do that. Physical sensory grounding is really important for this. This is probably especially true if, like me, you are neurodivergent, but I think it is also true for everyone because we are animals! And you can't just think about it, you have to actually do it. Which sounds obvious but is the thing that has often tripped me up in the past. Once you start getting into the habit of actually physically doing this it DOES become easier though.
One of my rules is that if I want to respond to something but I am in fight or flight mode, I don't get to respond to it for at least 24 hours. I'm only allowed to respond once I've gotten myself out of fear mode. If it is some kind of comment on Facebook that has set me off, often this means that 24 hours later I realize that I actually don't want to get into it to begin with, which is great. If it's something that is pretty serious and interpersonal with a friend, sometimes that means I have to communicate to them that I'm going to take a while to process it and then get back to them. IMPORTANT: You CANNOT do this passive aggressively or else it undermines the whole thing. You can't phrase it in a way that will make your friends think that you are guilt tripping them for "making" you feel a way. It is VERY tempting to do this when you are in the first stages of trying to form this habit and you simply need to resist the urge because it will render this step worthless. I know. It sucks.
If I am feeling fearful and insecure about friends or loved ones, I also usually try to spend some time thinking about the people that I love and care about. Because often this stuff manifest for me as insecurity that the people that I care about do not care about me, or that they think that I'm being annoying, or that they are secretly thinking mean things about me. It's obviously not good for me to constantly be imagining that the people in my life who I care about are actually avatars of my own insecurity who are here to tell me that I'm secretly fundamentally unlovable! But crucially also it's ALSO not fair to those people to imagine them as that. They are not that guy, they are their own complex human beings with their own lives and experiences and interiority. So sometimes I do thought exercises where I will imagine my friends or loved ones doing things in their everyday lives and I will think about them as people and I will think about the things that they like to do and the things that they say and the places that they go, and I will try to imagine them fondly in those circumstances. This helps to remind me that they are just people and that the scary puppet wearing their faces is not real. To this end I sometimes will have a document of screenshots of things that they have said to me that I can use to reality check myself. I personally find reality checks to be essential for a lot of this. Things can feel true when they are not true at all. Things can feel wrong when they are actually true. The point of most of these exercises is to gently remind myself that those feelings are normal for me to be having, but that I do not need to let them dictate my responses.
It is crucial throughout all of this that you are nice to yourself. You can't talk to yourself in a mean way while you're doing this, or you will not get to a point where you are feeling safe enough to react from a place of not-fear. You can't make yourself feel ashamed or defensive for your emotional reactions. This is the particular area where I find gentle parenting protocols helpful. You HAVE to be patient with yourself.
Ok that's all for now bc I ran out of steam but I will try to think of more to add on another day maybe. Godspeed everyone
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I feel like I have come to a point with Tumblr that I need to make a post about the way they have handled (or rather, not handled) moderation. At approximately 3am on Saturday, February 11, 2023, my wife was informed that her Tumblr account had been terminated. This came with no other information. She was not given details as to why her account was terminated and the only recourse she had was to use the "contact support" form to ask why her account was terminated and ask for how she could restore it. As of today, Feb 21, 2023, she has heard back nothing from the moderation team, just an acknowledgement that her emails have been received. We are looking at 10 days with zero communication.
My wife's account was used for fandom, for political commentary, and to discuss queer issues. She was active for years, and should not have been flagged as a bot based on her activity. If she was reported or has broken a rule, we do not know what it could have been. If this could happen to her, it could happen to you, to anyone. She used her account as a primary way of connecting with others and its loss has been a serious blow to her mental health. I have written to support myself and received a response but it was simply to tell me that she should contact them, which she has already done.
It's clear that they are not responding to her for reason or reasons unknown, given the fact that I got a response in 24 hrs but she has gotten nothing at all in 10 days. There seems to be no way to contact the moderation team outside of the support form, which has been ineffective. I feel I have no recourse but to make this issue public. Again, if this could happen to my wife, it could happen to anyone. I am half expecting to be terminated just for writing this post. I am going to try to blaze this, but I doubt they will allow it. If you see it, could you pass it on?
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small observations for people who are just starting testosterone HRT
If you suffer from chronic fatigue, chronic illness, or mental illness, you may notice that your energy levels dip down very low after first starting T. this is due your body needing extra energy to process the extra hormones, not anything long lasting. after your body adjusts, this fatigue will go away, and you may actually find that you have way, way more energy now
Beards love to be patchy and mustaches love to be invisible or nonexistent at first. if your beard is patchy at first, or if you just can't grow a full mustache, this is also normal. it can take years of testosterone HRT for beards to become full, especially if you had low T to begin with. moisturizing your beard regularly can help reduce this, and also any potential itchiness from being too long. beards will get itchy for many if they get long.
The acne (should) go away after your body adjusts, and you will not be greasy forever. you will find that your natural body odor smells different, though. this lasts as long as you are on T, as far as i'm aware for most people, but it's only noticeable for me when i get very sweaty after a lot of exertion, or illness.
You may find after you adjust that you have generally a bit more stamina or ease with starting up or adjusting to new physical activities after you've adjusted. it may be easier for you to work out now because you don't become fatigued as easy, for example, or you may find it is easier for you to put on muscle density.
The mood swings will calm down in time- they are most severe right after you start T, and then taper down as your body adjusts. it doesn't turn you into a "rage monster". you just go through normal pubescent moodiness. it's manageable, especially if you have good coping skills like physical activity, journaling, or art while stressed.
Libido goes either way, i've noticed. many people see a huge spike in libido at first, sometimes it stays for a long time, other people don't notice any change whatsoever. also, T for most people will not change what gender or type of person you are attracted to, however it can change how you view yourself in relationships and lead you to changing your identity labels, or questioning things. it generally doesn't make people change their identities overnight, though
Periods do stop for the vast majority of transmascs. it can take a long time, but they do stop if your doseage of T is right for you. if yours haven't stopped and you do not have reproductive health issues, you likely just need a higher dose to see this effect.
Breast tissue reduces in density when higher levels of testosterone are in the body, so it is very likely that you will see your breasts become flatter or even "Deflate" a bit. this is entirely normal. my chest has been like this my entire life due to very high T from hyperandrogenism & intersexuality
Balding can definitely happen, but this is generally only if you have a genetic predisposition to it. i have actually not seen many transmascs bald, although for many of us, our hairlines do shift upwards, but it's not noticeable unless you compare how you look now to older pics of yourself, and generally it takes years for your hairline to migrate anyway, which is natural for AMAB people later in life anyway. even if you do bald, you can speak with your prescriber and have access to medications to help with balding. it's not the end of the road and many respond very well to medication.
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Let Me Talk
Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC
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Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut, heavily dialogue-centered, anxiety mentioned, childhood trauma mentioned, angst, heartbreak, fluff, a smidge of dirty talk
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It had been four months since I had seen Terry. There was little to no contact besides short phone conversations and quick texts. I would be lying if I said I didn't miss him. It was the little things that made it hard to forget him. The way he always smelled of sandalwood and musk. The way he held my hand when I was anxious. The way his smile lit up a room. The way every shirt he owned molded to his body like a glove. Ugh, I gotta stop.
I wanted nothing more than for him to return home to me, but pride got in the way. Not only for him but for me, too. We were equally as stubborn and stuck in our ways, unyielding to the love we shared. Being right somehow mattered more to each of usâ more than a good morning kiss, a massage after a long day, the vows of our marriage.
Letting pride hinder our judgment, I told Terry to leave and not come back. Truthfully, I didn't want him to, I was just angry and tired of fighting. So, when he left without a fight, it reminded me too much of my abandonment trauma. Watching him walk out that door tore me apart. I was once again a five-year-old girl watching her father leave for the last time, never to return. The power Terry held over me in that moment was only a fraction of the hurt I felt. It was like the world around me shattered. With him, Terry took both light and love while I fell further into darkness more and more each day.
In other words, Terry and I couldn't comprehend that we could both be right even with two different perspectives. The basis of the problem as trifling as it seemed was an ugly nuanced one. Unfortunately, Terry was raised by his parents while I had to survive mine. This understanding is what caused the biggest fight we had ever had. No matter how much I explained it, Terry couldn't understand why I did things the way I did.
For context, I have had no contact with my family since I left home after college. I didn't talk to my sisters, brother, stepfather, and definitely not my mother. Terry's nurturing and supportive upbringing made him less receptive to the dysfunction that came with mine. He couldn't fathom not speaking to his family, let alone his mother, for years. So, when he brought up the idea of me reconnecting with them, it was a shock. The first time he asked I reminded him that I had my reasonsâ he only knew some. The second time I admired his persistence but still declined the offer. However, after the fifth or sixth time, I was fed up. I wanted him to understand how much these people collectively hurt and drained me. After days of explaining and retelling the story, he responded with annoyanceâ calling me childish and bitter.
Damn right, I was! I had taken care of every single one of them for years. I had put my health on the back burner to ensure they were good. I had stretched myself thin to the point of almost being hospitalized for a mental breakdown. No one other than my mom came, but we all know her true reason for comingâ to save face. Considering she never believed or accepted my mental health issues, she just complained the whole time I was in the waiting room. This is the type of stuff I dealt with from them. This lack of care, kindness, appreciation, and love is why I left as soon as I was financially stable enough.
Even after talking about this for days, the only thing I was left with was a heavy heart and teary eyes. The more Terry pressed; the more distant I became. I didn't want it to get this far or this bad, but he wouldn't let it go. His mind was already made up. To him, family is family, and we should forgive them no matter what. Unfortunately, that wasn't and would never be my reality.
Present Day
âCaramel cookie butter iced coffee and a regular hot coffee for⌠Fallon!â yelled the barista from behind the counter. âThat's me,â I said, facing the small woman. âHere you go. Enjoy,â she said, smiling and pushing the drinks toward me. I checked the sticker on the regular coffee to see if they remembered the two sugars. I picked up both drinks and searched for an empty table in the back of the coffee shop. I knew this conversation would result in both of us or at least me ugly crying.
I slid into a booth in the far back corner of the shop, facing the door. I knew that if it became too overwhelming for me, seeing the door would provide a certain level of reliefâ an exit or escape if needed. Immediately upon sitting, I began to remember some of the memories I and Terry shared here. This quickly became our favorite spot. Plus, it was right down the street from our shared home. Terry would come here almost every Monday and Friday morning to pick up my current favorite drink order. He called it a treat to start the week and a reward for finishing.
This is also the place where we had our first conversation about marriage. I can almost remember Terry's face when I told him I never thought about being marriedâ until I met him. I didn't believe anyone could love me, especially a man of Terry's caliber. I felt like damaged goods that would never be good enough for him or anyone else. So, I never planned for that milestone. Terry's presence in my life felt like a reassuring message from God that I was loved and deserved itâ properly.
Oh, God! Not me already crying, and he hasn't even made it. I quickly used one of the napkins to dab my eyes. Taking deep breaths and relaxing my shoulders, I tried my hardest not to get lost in my thoughts. I knew that once I let myself be sucked into that abysmal cycle I would be trapped there before even a word was spoken between us.
I leaned back into the booth, watching the door. Terry wasn't late; I was just extremely early. I needed to prepare myself as much as possible before seeing him.
10 minutes later
ding ding
âGood morning! Welcome to the Coffee Cabin,â yelled the woman from behind the counter. âHey, good morning,â said a familiar voice. I knew exactly who this was yet my heart refused to settle down. I didn't know how my mind and body would react to seeing him face-to-face for the first time in months. My hands were sweating profusely. How the fuck was I going to make it through this?
âPumpkin?â Terry said, sitting across from me. âUh,⌠Hi,â I said struggling to breathe. âHey, mama. Look at me. Fallon!â Terry said, leaning over the table and lifting my chin. I looked up to see Terry glaring back at me. Those striking green eyes expressed his concern. His eyes spoke before his mouth could. There was no need to voice his worry.
âTerry, please,â I said, holding his hand. âDon't do that. Just tell me what's wrong,â he said pulling my hand to his lips. âThis! What the hell are we doing right now? It's like we aren't even married. I don'tâŚâ I rambled. âPumpkin,â Terry said, trying to stop me. âWe aren't livingâŚâ I continued. âPumpkin,â Terry said, gripping my hand. âI don't know what to do with myself half the time. It'sâŚ,â I said. âPumpkin, enough! Stop!â he cried out. I could sense his frustration with my rambling. I hadn't stopped talking since he sat down. âTerry, I'm just tryingâŚ,â I said trying to continue. âNo. Stop it! This isn't how this was supposed to go. LetâŚmeâŚtalk,â he grunted.
I pulled my hand away and placed it back into my lap. I dropped my head in embarrassment. I hadn't even made it one minute before making a fool of myself. âListen, I love you. I know you are feeling anxious right now. We both have a lot to say, and that's okay. But before we can continue, I need you to relax, love. Okay?â he said, caressing my cheek. I shook my head, looking back up at him. âI'm sorry. This is hard,â I said. âI know, mama. I know,â he said, wiping away a single fallen tear.
âCâmere,â he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me up from my seat. âTerry, IâŚ!â I said, trying to pull away from him. âNah, come to me, Pumpkin,â he said while wrapping his arms around me. It was as if life itself had started again. Terry's embrace broke me in the gentlest way possible. His body swallowed mine, providing me with the comfort I had been craving for months. I missed this man and everything about him.
âI'm sorry. IâŚ,â I said, sniffling into Terry's chest. âShhh, stop apologizing. I don't need you to apologize. I need you to let meâ let me love you, let me take care of you, let me come home,â he said, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips. I had never felt so much relief in my life. A single kiss had just washed away all the pain and guilt I had carried for these last four months.
âI don't know what to say. I had all these⌠these⌠speeches planned in my head. Just for me to remember nothing,â I said leaning further into Terry. âThat's fine. Let me talk, you just listen. Turn your brain off for a minute and relax. Aight?â he said, releasing me from his hold. His hands held onto the sides of my face. He was awaiting an answer, but words were escaping me. Too many thoughts were fighting to claim power over my tongue.
âTurn it off, lilâ mama. Okay? Sit back down for me,â he said, gesturing towards my seat. His hand waved back towards the booth as I slid back in. Terry sat back down in front of me. He reached for my hands and pulled them towards him. It's insane how something as simple as Terry holding my hands made me feel lighter and calmer. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. âThere you go. Thank you, Pumpkin,â he said while stroking the back of my hands.
âListen to me, okay? I should have never pressed you so hard about what was going on. Your boundaries were clear. I can see that now and wish I could have seen that then. These last four months have been absolute hell in the most silent way possible. I let my perspective overshadow yours when this was your experienceâ your reality, not mine. I won't sit here and lie to you like I'll ever understand how you feel. I won't. However, as your husband, it was my job to console youâŚ. and⌠and care for you. I failed you at that moment. I don't deserve your immediate forgiveness, and I will do whatever you ask to receive it. I⌠uh⌠I left you to deal with all those emotions alone when it was my fault that you had to relive it in the first place. I was forcing you to see things my way because I thought I knew what was best for you based on my⌠my experience. You didn't deserve that. You deserved so much more than I gave you at that moment, and for that, I'm sorry. Sorry for how I handled the situation entirely. From this day forward, I promise to be a better man to youâ a better husband. You deserve the world, mama. I love you more than life itself. Please, forgive me. Please,â he pleaded.
By this point, I was sobbing. I didn't need to say a word. I jumped up from my seat and ran around to Terry's side. There was nothing I wanted more than himâ all of him. I sat in his lap and held his face in my hands. âOf course, I forgive you. I love you, too. I don't know what to say. Fuck⌠just⌠just kiss me already, papa,â I said, looking into Terry's eyes. They were the softest they had been in a while.
Terryâs urge was just as strong as mine as he pulled me in to kiss him on the lips. But, I needed more; so I used my tongue to part his lips. Terry's mouth opened, and I could feel his energy shift. The desire in him ignited like a flame. The yearning was mutually shared. His hands roamed wildly as teeth met tongue. Neither one of us cared that we were in public. Sharing breath and body, we became one again. With passion burning in our bellies, Terry pulled away first. I looked at him to be met with a pained gaze filled with a desperate hunger for something else.
âPumpkin, I think we should leave. Um⌠the thoughts that are⌠uhh, shit⌠Woman the things I want to do to you have no business being viewed by the public eye,â he said, catching his breath. His chest rose and fell rapidly with every word. âYeah?â I asked, stroking his ear and swallowing hard. My breathing was equally just as harsh.
Terry's gaze lingered over my body. âYeah, we need to leave. Now!â he said, guiding me with his hands on my hips. âDid you drive or walk?â he asked, making me face him. âWalked,â I answered softly. âOkay. I drove. Unfortunately for you, you gettinâ in a car with me, and I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. Honestly, we probably not makinâ it home,â he said while leaning down to whisper in my ear. âOh, fuck⌠Don't say stuff like that,â I said, clenching my thighs together. âYou wanted honesty, mama. Hell, we should put that extended cab to good use for once,â Terry said, his lip curling up into the most sinful smirk. âYou're nasty,â I said, hitting him in the chest. âYea, and? You love it!â he said, pulling me into another kiss.
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To the Hellfire - chapter 2
[Josh Washington x F! Reader]
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chapter wrote by @sharkology & @xghostcr0wx
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[mature language, mentions of self harm, mentions of mental health issues, sexual tension]
"What the hell were you doing on the trail with Em, huh?" Matt tilts his head waiting for a response from Mike. This is not what you were expecting before meeting the last friends of Josh.
"What?" Mike asks in confusion but Matt's glaring gaze doesn't go away.
"I saw you and Em. Through the telescope." Matt replied shortly with clear agitation. Now you know why Matt was in such a sour mood before you, Chris, and Sam got to the lodge. You were still sitting next to Josh by the fire watching everything unfold. You want to look over and see Josh's reaction, but before you could Mike responded to Matt.
"Before? We just ran into each other. It'd been a while so we hugged and I said hello. Is that against the law?" Mike asks in the most laid back tone, as if there wasn't much to be worried about. You honestly didn't know what to make of Mike yet. This interaction between Matt and Mike is kind of weird and you have yet to introduce yourself to the latter.
"Right.. Yeah, duh." Matt doesn't sound so convincing but he continues, "Sorry. It's been kind of a long day, I overreacted." You're glad it didn't continue and you hear a sigh of relief next to you, coming from Josh. You look at him and give him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, earning a small smile from him. You feel your throat dry a bit, reminding you of how little water you drank today. You remember Sam offered to hold your water bottle in her bag on the bus for you since it didn't fit in yours.
"I'll be right back, I'm going to get my water bottle from Sam." You inform Josh and he nods.
"Don't keep me waiting too long," He jokes and you give him a lazy smile.
Once you're over to Sam, who's sitting on the stairs near Chris and Ashley, she gives you back your water bottle.
A new girl you have yet to see walks in. 'Must be Matt's girlfriend?' you think to yourself. She was a beautiful girl with short black hair, dark eye makeup, a leather fur lined jacket, and some expensive jeans. Just from her presence you can tell she means business, giving off an intimidating aura. You definitely didn't want to get on her bad side.
Before you can thank Sam, you're interrupted by a voice from across the room. You look to see the girl everyone refers to by 'Em'.
"Oh my God. That's so gross." She says while walking into the main area of the lodge, crossing her arms, a clear look of disdain on her face directed at Jessica and Mike's PDA. "Are you trying to swallow his face whole?"
All you can think about is how weird this is becoming. You're pretty sure there's much to the story you're missing, either way you can't help but think about how much Josh's friend group doesn't really seem to be on good terms with each other. Clearly something to do with messy relationships and friendships thrown in.
"No one wants in on your territory hunny." Emily continues.
"Excuse me, did you say something?" Jessica asks with sass, puts a hand to her ear, and gets up from the couch.
"Oh did you not hear me? Was your sluttiness too loud?" Emily rhetorts.
"I'm sorry, was someone bitter she didn't make the cut?" Jessica countered. This is what causes you to get the bigger picture of the situation. You start to disassociate from what's going on, mostly waiting for this to be over. You look at Sam who's on your left, sitting on the stairs next to you and she just shakes her head in disappointment at the situation. At this point you're pretty much stuck where you are, because there's no way you're going to walk back to Josh during this cat fight. You aren't trying to get caught up in it.
"Whatever, I don't give a shit what you think." You hear from Jessica after you tune back into the conversation.
"At least I can think. 4.0, bitch. Honor roll." Emily claps back with no hesitation. Matt's interjections only make things worse and before it seems like everything's about to come to a climax, you see Josh stand up to break everything up.
"Stop it!" Josh yells which is enough to catch everyone's attention. "This is not why we came up here. This is not⌠helping. It's not what I wanted." His tone lowered, no longer yelling.
"If we can't get along for ten minutes then maybe we need a little bit of a break, right? Mike, why don't you go check out the guest cabin. The one I told you about."
You feel bad for Josh, it seemed like everything wasn't going the way he'd planned. It's a shame that there's still some unresolved tension in the friend group that can't be put aside for one night.
"Yeah...Yeah alright. " Mike says in agreement, clearly just going along with whatever. He holds his hand out to Jess. "You want to go do that?"
She takes his hand mumbling, "Any place without that whore." Then Jess and Mike leave the lodge.
Matt does a mind exploding motion with a vocal sound effect. "Man, glad that's over." He says and Josh agrees. You overhear something about Emily losing her designer bag, so she and Matt end up leaving the lodge to go find it.
You start talking with Sam while you were waiting for Josh, presumably giving Mike the keys to the cabin. You ask her what she has planned for the night and she mainly just wants to take a bath and relax, which you find understandable. Afterwards she takes her leave to start a bath, leaving you, Chris, and Ashley.
"Alright, peanut gallery, you know what? I got an idea for you two." Josh turns to Chris and Ashley.
"What?" Ashley asks curiously and you look at Josh, interested in what's going on.
"Okay well, I am pretty sure that somewhere in this crazy place we used to have.. a spirit board." Josh claims.
"A what?" Ashley inquired in a worried tone while Chris was asking if he was serious.
"Yeah they're fun, right?" Josh replies and grins in response, but there was no way you were going to mess with a spirit board.
"Josh, you're kidding! You're not actually gonna use that thing, right?" You push him on the shoulder and he just laughs at your worried antics. "You can't mess with those." You continue to tell him.
"No, those things are a joke, man. They don't do shit." Chris brushes it off.
"No way, bro. We used to do it all the time. Me and..." Josh's voice trails off, "Well-" He's cut off by Sam returning from the bathroom upstairs, and maybe it's for the best. You could tell that the conversation was slowly leaning towards a sensitive topic; his sisters.
"Hey Josh,â she catches his attention, âNo hot water's kinda major oversight dontcha think?" Sam reaches the bottom of the stairs and walks over to the rest of the group.
"Yeah yeah, just gotta fire up the boiler, it's in the basement." He responds, "You guys see if you can find the spirit board." Josh suggests, giving Chris and Ashley the task.
"Chris, let's go find it! It'll be like a scavenger hunt!" Ashley exclaims with Chris following right behind her.
"Just wait upstairs in the bathroom and I'll get the boiler working for you." Josh tells Sam and she nods, thanking him. â[Y/n], would you mind helping?" He turns to you, his eyes capturing yours and making you feel instant nervousness. It was something small, but it was Josh asking you to help him. And it made you feel useful to him.
"Of course!" You say, but you felt like you sounded a little too enthusiastic. You didn't want to seem too incredibly down bad, even though you kind of were.
âAlright, rad.â He gives you his signature lopsided grin, and to your surprise, grabs your hand in his and leads you from behind him. Your heart thumps wildly and your stomach fills with nervousness but also excitement. His larger hands were rough-in a sort of comfortable way. You didnât mind though. He squeezes your hand gently as you both begin to walk, and it makes your body ignite with eagerness.
His actions did confuse you though, making you wonder if this was just a friendly gesture to help guide you through the dimly lit lodge or maybe something more. You wanted to say something, anything, but decided to just let it happen. You wanted to enjoy the moment.
He heads over to a desk, and pulls out a flashlight while he talks, still holding your hand firmly, âHey, notice how I gave Chris and Ash a mission together? Yeah, I was thinking they could use some âalone timeâ~â He says the last part in a somewhat suggestive way. You roll your eyes, not too surprised Josh would do something like that
âThey do seem very sweet together, theyâd make the cutest couple.â You reply. Josh nods to your words. âI swear they just need, like, something to bond over, ya know? Some sort of traumatic event to send them into each other's arms. I mean at this rate theyâll be in the geriatric ward before Chris makes a move.â You softly scoff at his words, and he starts to walk with you hand in hand in the direction to the basement doors.
But before you two head in, he stops in front of you for a brief moment, a slight hint of seriousness in his tone as he talks, âYa know [Y/n]..â
âYes, Josh?â You say in a hushed tone, looking up at him curiously. Your mind was spinning from the eye contact, and it didnât help that his fingers were still intertwined with yours. You mentally try to calm yourself down as he starts to walk again and continues, âI just wanted to say.. IâŚâ He trails off, huffing out a sigh. You grow a little worried at his actions.
âWhat?â You inquire. He stops you and turns to face you once more. âIt really means a lot to me that everyone came back this year and you know, that..You agreed to come along. Even without knowing anything about these people and seeing how they were a bit ago..â Your heart swells with warmth at his words. The way he was so sincere made a small smile appear on your lips.
âJosh, weâre here for you. Whatever you need, whenever. Just let us know. You can make it through this. All of us, together.â You give his hand a reassuring squeeze, and he nods-continuing on down the stairs to the basement as he quietly responds. âUm, I just want us to have a good time, ya know?â You hum in acknowledgement.
You guys finally arrive at the breaker, and Josh lets go of your hand. You felt a small sting of disappointment from the loss of the heat between your guyâs palms, but you quickly brushed it off, reminding yourself it was most likely a friendly gesture.
âHey sorry to drag you down into the bowels, I know itâs kinda dark and creepy.â He says as he leans down a bit with his flashlight, looking at the switches and buttons. You shrug, looking around at the old movie props and other stuff lying around. Probably from his dad. âNah, itâs all good. Iâd rather be stuck with you anyways.â You admit. He smiles, a playful glint in his eyes as he glances over. âOh yeah? Did you have some sort of activities planned for us?â You scoff, gently smacking his shoulder.
âIn your wildest dreams.â you say and he hums, looking back at the breaker with that adorable smirk.
âI mean they can get pretty wild, if youâd be a willing participant in them, Marbles?â He says jokingly, but there was a tone behind his words that suggested otherwise-though you didnât pick it up. âYeah right, you just keep dreaming.â You walk behind him, patting his back as you look around some more.
You spotted a baseball bat and grew curious of it, picking it up and swaying it around slowly. You turn to Josh with it. âBe pretty rough playing baseball out in all that snow.â He stands up straight and takes the bat from your hands as you gesture it to him.
âNo it wasnât in the winter, silly. I mean weâd come up for the summer and we would have the best time-the whole family was there Mom, Dad,âŚâ His voice grew a little sad, and his expression dropped a bit as he continued, â... my sistersâ It was some serious competition out there on the big lawnâŚI donât know.â
Your smile fades to a small frown at his words, feeling a little guilty for picking up the baseball bat and having him talk about his sisters.
âCanât go back..New reality, right [Y/n]?â You nod, and you want to say something, to at least comfort him-but he continues on and switches the subject quickly, putting down the bat. âAnyway, Iâm supposed to be fixing this old guy, right?â He fiddled with the switches but no luck. He hands you the flashlight and you hold it for him as he fixes the breaker.
You were hearing some strange noises though, but thought it was just the old pipes in the lodge and ignored it, for now. Afterwards, Josh heads over to another switch panel and you follow.
âAlright just turn this knob for the water pressure while I flip the switch, think you can handle that?â You roll your [e/c] colored eyes at him, which he always found so cute; your little sassy side. âPretty sure I can, Iâm not five.â
He shrugs, walking back to the breaker. âCouldâve fooled me.â You shake your head at his snarky retort and turn the knob. Loud noises come from it once you hit the turn on button, signaling the boiler was up and running.
âAlright, good job Marbles! Gimme five.â You laugh as you give him a high five, finding it adorable yet the corniest thing. He closes the doors to the breaker, but again you hear a strange noise. âWhat the hell was that?â You question as you look towards the sounds. âCould be a lot of things..And none of them nice..â He says the last part in a deep sultry voice as he caresses and tickles your shoulder. It sent fiery shocks through your body at his touch, but you were a little scared.
âCâmon Josh, be for real.â You say as you turn to face him, slightly serious. âIâm just.. Just âJoshingâ ya.â He jokes. You give a sarcastic laugh at him, earning a small one from him. âYou were really freaked out huh?â You thought for a moment, thinking on what you should reply with. You decided to get back at him. You look over his shoulder, putting on a serious expression of worry and concern.
âOh my God..â You whisper quietly. âDonât move-â
âWhat?â He asks, mimicking your hushed tone.
âSomethingâs behind you..â He smirks, raising a brow in disbelief. âYeah right.â
âHoly shit, Josh..Seriously. Thereâs something back there.â He slowly turns around, and you let out an amused laugh. He turns back to you and scoffs, a sweet smile on his lips. âAlright alright I see your point.â Just after he said that, another bang came from somewhere in the basement.
âOkay, so Iâm not tripping. You hear that shit too?â Josh slowly moves in front of you, looking towards the area of where the sound is coming from. âJosh..?â You ask, a little nervous. â..What?â He retorts back.
âThe rhythm is weirdly regular..â You whisper.
âNot..No..Nothing regular about it.â he responds back.
You walk closer to him from behind. âMaybe we should, you know, check it out?â
âWhy?â He questions as you two cautiously walk over to the sound.
âI dunno, what if itâs like, a pipe thatâs about to burst or some problem with the furnace?â You say, reaching out to his arm to hold for emotional support. You were getting a little freaked out, and needed something, anything to hold onto. âUnlikely.â He replies.
Josh pretended not to notice your hands wrapped around his arm, but on the inside his heart was racing rapidly, his anxiousness from your touch ought weighing the anxiousness from the mysterious banging. You responded, âIf it were me I wouldnât want this place to burn down on my watch.â
â..Yeah, right.â He replies. You let go of his arm and walk further to the strange sounds. And just then, a figure in a dark robe popped out of the corner. âNOPE!â You turn around so fast it almost makes you dizzy and sprint away, making sure to grab Joshâs hand in the process to drag him along with you. You two bolted from the stranger as they chased you, while you knocked down objects in front of them to slow them down.
You two made it to the door leading out of the basement, but for some reason it was locked? âNow why the FUCK is this locked?â You yelled. âT-To keep out strangers!â Josh stuttered out. He turns around and protectively sticks his arm out in front of you as the clothed figure approaches you two.
âHey..â It mumbles.
â..What?â You breathlessly question.
âHeyyy!â It repeats, sounding like a manâs voice. It was oddly familiar.
â..WHAT THE HELL??â You shout.
âBoom!â They removed the hood of their cloak, and it was Chris. âYou just got monked!â He proclaimed proudly.
âWHAT??â You exclaimed, feeling your fear and shock turning into anger and frustration. Josh only chuckles, âNice. Nice one, that was good.â
You stutter for a second, the anxiety you were having building up. âWhy w..Why would you do that?â As you start to lay into Chris, you see out of the corner of your eye Josh looking you up and down. His green eyes drinking up your frantic form, and the way you were scared to death. It was almost like he enjoyed it. He bit his lip a little as he continued to stare at you while you tore Chris up like chopping up a fruit.
You try to ignore the way Josh is basically fantasizing about you right then and there and turn to him angrily. âWas your ass in on this putz??â You shove his shoulder slightly.
âNope. But I wish I was! That was too fuckinâ good.â Chris and Josh high five each other, while you watched in irritation.
You guys opened the door and left. Your annoyed state calmed down a bit, and you started to reflect on the events of what happened. âAlright Iâm ready to admit that your dumb little prank may have had a slight whiff of humor to it.â You say to Chris. âJokemaster!â He exclaims back. As you two bicker, Josh locks the basement door.
âWell I said nothing about jokes, I said your prank, which was dumb-â You continue but Josh cuts you off.
âHoly shit you were scared. Admit it.â Josh says as he places the flashlight on a desk. âI was NOT.â You protest. âOh come on, you totally pissed yourself.â Your face was starting to get red from being flustered at being the only one who was actually the most freaked out.
You hear Sam call up from the bathroom, âHot waterâs running! Thanks guys.â Finally, you hear the voice of an angel, the only person who you could tolerate at this moment.
You and Josh call out a âYouâre welcomeâ to her as Chris and Ashley were talking to each other. You stand in front of the staircase while Josh tends to the fire. Ashley asks if Chris found the âthingyâ and he pulled out an ouija board from the robe he was wearing, making a goofy ass cartoon sound effect as he did.
You shake your head, âNooope nope nope, I refuse to take part in that. You guys can have fun getting possessed and getting featured in the next Conjuring movie, but Iâm out.â Chris laughs at your skittish behavior towards the board. âAww, is someone getting scared again?â
âNo, Iâm being smart. Itâs basic knowledge not to fuck with spirits. Youâre not always gonna have Casper the friendly ghost come through. And this is Native land, so Iâll continue to be respectful of that thank you very MUCH.â Chris raises his hands in defense, turning back to Ashley.
You start your way up the staircase after grabbing your bag, but Josh really wanted you to stick around. As you make your way up the second floor, he jogs from the fireplace to the stairs, and to you, gently grabbing your arm. âOh câmon, you canât be that freaked out [Y/n].â You huff, closing your eyes and lifting your head up in a mock snobby manner as you ignore him-continuing down the hallway to a vacant room.
âWait-are you still mad?â He asks, following behind. You enter a cozy room, the moonlight casting a beautiful glow. You turn on the bedroom light and set your bag down as Josh joins you. âMatter of fact, I am. That âprankâ scared me to death.â You reply and sit on the bed, removing your snow boots. He kneels down in front of you and helps remove your shoes, and you let him. It was the least he could do.
âHey I know that was pretty terrifying, I mean hell I was scared there for a second. But thatâs just how my friends and I are. We just like playing stupid and goofy tricks on each other. Sorry you got caught up in it, I shouldâve warned you.â His gaze was focused on your shoelaces as he talked, untying them and then slipping off the boot-going to work on the next one. But you could tell he was sincere.
You give yourself a moment to take in the view of Josh kneeling before you, giving you thoughts that aren't innocent at all. It's almost like he's in a worshiping position, just for you. Once he is finished with your shoes, he leaves you with your socks, his beautiful green eyes looking up at you. You thought for a moment what it would've been like if he just kept going and started taking off your clothes, and from the looks of it Josh was thinking the same thing. But you knew his friends were out there waiting for him.
"It's okay, I just really scare easily. I may have overreacted a bit." You admit, trying to shake away the lewd thoughts from your mind. However, you couldn't help but stare at Josh's lips. You can only imagine what it would feel like kissing him.
âNo, I get it. You were scared, it's understandable.â he gives you a smirk before adding on, âbut I will keep the first thing you said in mind.â
âHey, you ass!â You lightly kick him in the chest in a playful way and Josh just laughs at you.
âSeriously though, you really don't wanna join in on the spirit board?â Josh asks, rising from his kneeling position and now towering over you from where you sit on the bed.
âI don't know.. I'm scared of those things, like giving unknown evils a way into my life.â You bite your lip and look away, remembering all the horror movies, legends, and so-called rules of the ouija board that you've grown up hearing.
âHey, it'll be fine. Nothing bad is going to happen. I've done it many times before.â He reassures you, putting a warm hand on your shoulder. You relish in the physical contact, craving more.
You ponder for a moment, wondering if you're really about to risk having a spirit haunt you over a hot man. But it's Josh, so how could you not give in?
âAlright, fine,â you relent and Josh lets out a childish âyesss!â, âI'm not going to play it though, I'll watch.â You add on at the end in a matter of fact tone.
âOkay okay that's fair,â He agrees, and you're glad he doesn't push you on it. Josh's hand that was once on your shoulder, glides down your arm to your hand, holding it in his. The feeling of his hand inconspicuously stoking down your arm sent shivers down your spine, making your stomach tingle with the need for more. You knew that Josh knew what he was doing. âLet's go.â He says, leading you up off the bed.
And Josh did know what he was doing. He has everything planned out, planned out as much as he could. Him kneeling on the ground to take off your shoes? He wanted a better look at you from below, in an intimate position. His light touches and stroking your arm? Hopefully it would send a big enough message that he's interested and down bad for you. He really does want you and from the looks of it, it seems like you're feeling it too.
When Josh was at the mental hospital, he just thought he was gonna be bored out of his mind and have to stay in that hellhole for a whole month with nothing to do besides having constant breakdowns and therapy sessions. But then you came along, and instantly he felt intrigued. You were breathtaking, even when you looked like you just got out of a fight with the embodiment of depression. You still had this vibe to you, like you still had this luring confidence and uniqueness to you under all that anxiety and suicidal thoughts.
As he grew to know you, he was even more infatuated. The way you would smile, the way your eyes would travel around while you disassociated, how your small little scratches to your arms would indicate that you were thinking of your self harm scars, he would take note and observe everything about you. He wanted you, he wanted to know everything going on in your head. And he wanted to know what you thought of him too. Thatâs why he invited you here, to his lodge.
Yes, he wanted to make all those fantasies heâs had about you come to real life after months of longing and having to stroke himself out to the thoughts to relieve his frustrations. But he also wanted to genuinely know more about you and your mentality. Overall, he just wanted time with you. He was, for the lack of a better word, obsessed with you.
With your hand in his, you both leave the guest room to regroup with Chris and Ashley. By the time you're in the room with him, Josh lets go of your hand and you find yourself craving more of his warmth.
âSo you changed your mind?â Chris asks in a playful mocking tone, you just roll your eyes and smile.
âNope, still not playing. But I'll watch.â You state and sit down at the table where the spirit board is getting set up. Josh is on your left, Chris is on your right, and Ashley is right across from you. You can't help but steal glances at Josh on your left, especially with how hot he looked with the candle light on him.
âTo free yourself from the spirit world you must free your mind of all preconceptions, drop all inhibitions, and generally give yourself over entirely to the will of others, sublimating your every desire to the whims of the âspirit masterâ, which is me.â Chris reads the instructions but jokingly adds what he wants at the end.
âIt doesn't say that.â Ashley responds to his antics.
âAaanndd all present will remove their garments at my discretion-â Chris is cut off by Josh.
âCome on Chris, this is serious.â
âOh I am deadly serious.â Chris says in a funny voice impression and puts his hands on his hips.
âShush it, let's try this.â Ashley says, ready to get on with it and Josh adds a âYes pleaseâ.
âOkay then, let's see what happens.â Chris surprisingly listens to them and continues, âAshley, since you're a recent convert, why don't you be our medium for today?â
Even though you're just watching, you're starting to feel anxious and nervous about what could happen. You're worried if anything can happen to you from just being in the same room as people playing the spirit board. And you knew you were already making the wrong choice by choosing to put yourself around one. All those horror movies you grew up on really left an impression on you.
âOkay um.. Anyone there?â Ashley calls out, âWill you reveal yourself to us⌠If you're there..?â
After a few seconds of waiting, you see the planchette start to move. âOh my God, guys!â You exclaim and point in disbelief.
âWait a minute.â Chris responds in a skeptical tone.
âDid you do that..?â Josh turns and asks Ashley but she immediately responds with denial.
âOh it's moving again!â Chris comments before the planchette starts spelling out a word.
âH-â Ashley reads the first letter.
âAre you guys just messing around?â You ask, but your question remains unanswered. You aren't fully convinced, considering the jokes this friend group pulls on each other all the time.
âWhat's it spelling?â Josh is starting to sound more urgent, no longer emitting his laid back attitude which is starting to make you worry a bit more too. You shift in your chair from an uncomfortable and eerie feeling.
âHold on-â Ashley tries to wait for the planchette to stop moving.
âHow is this happening?â Josh continues sounding a bit more frantic, making you panic on the inside more. This is no longer feeling like a joke, and if it is one, it's a bad joke that's starting to mess with Josh. You thought Josh used spirit boards all the time?
âAre you moving it?â Chris asks as the planchette proceeds to move from letter to letter. He isn't convinced that this is actually real, probably due in part to not believing in the supernatural.
âI swear! It's just moving.â Ashley denied, but right as she said that, the word finished spelling.
âHoly shitâŚâ Josh utters out and you sit in silent shock.
âH - E - L - Pâ
âHow are we supposed to help?â You questioned. you're clearly scared at this point, especially since it's your first experience with a spirit board.
âI don't know, what does it mean?â Ashley asks in response.
âWe need to know who it is if we want to help them.â Chris adds on, and you look over to Josh to see his reaction which is unreadable at the moment.
âWho are you..?â Ashley questions the spirit board, waiting for an answer.
The pointer starts moving again and chaos ensues once more. Everyone started talking over each other in confusion, worry, and disbelief.
âS - I - S - T - E - Râ
This revelation makes your mouth open in shock. You don't know how to react so you just look over to Josh.
âWhoâs sister?!â Josh asks in a firm voice, looking like he was trying to decipher what was going on.
âOh câmon is this for real?â Chris inquired, not believing what was going on.
âShut up.â Josh snaps at Chris, âAsk who's sister.â You can tell Josh is getting serious, and you've never seen him in this type of way.
âJosh⌠it's.. it's gotta be-â Ashley is cut off but everyone here knows what she's insinuating.
âYeah, okay well,â Josh turns to Ashley, âask it which one!â
You put a comforting hand on Josh's knee. You don't know if it can really help, but it's the thought that counts, right? He gives you acknowledgment by sending a glance your way, almost analyzing your features.
âAshley, ask who it is.â Chris says, dropping his playful attitude.
âWho are we speaking toâŚ?â Ashley asks before continuing again, âBeth, is that you?â
Another wave of anxiety washes over you as you wait in anticipation. The planchette moves to confirm Beth's presence.
âOh God.â Ashley utters in scared shock.
âThis is messed up.â Chris shakes his head in disapproval.
âJosh, you don't need to play anymore..â You bring up, trying to get everyone out of the uncomfortable situation. Josh didn't look like he was doing too well.
âI'm fine.â
âAre you sure because we can stop-â Ashley is cut off by Josh, his eyes fixed at the spirit board.
âNo.â
âDude, it's cool-â Chris starts, but is interrupted before he can even suggest anything.
âI want to hear what it says.â Josh affirms, his eyes meeting Chris.
You're glad Chris and Ashley aren't trying to push him to continue playing, it's quite the opposite. However, you're surprised Josh wants to keep going in the first place. He's used spirit boards before though, so you assume it's for some sort of closure. His sisters are still technically missing, even though he told you he believes theyâre dead.
âThink about it. If this is actually Beth, I mean, we can find out what happened that night.â Chris suggests.
âBeth⌠Oh Beth we want to apologize for what happened last year with Hannah and,â Ashley's voice starts breaking with sorrowful emotion, âif you can hear this, please please know that we are all so sorry.â
âYou and Hannah. We're really sorry Beth, to both of you.â Chris adds on, taking accountability for something he had no control over and wasn't apart in.
You decide to stay silent. You didn't want to overstep any boundaries and you weren't involved with his sisters enough to have a say on anything. All you could do is observe and hope that anything doesn't trigger Josh in any way, but you think you're far past that point by now. His sisters were a triggering topic in general. The pointer starts to move again.
âH - A - N - N - A - H K - I - L - L - E - Dâ
You let out an audible gasp, and Ashley follows suit. âI don't know if I can keep doing this.â Ashley admits.
âWe have to.â Josh urges, not ready to give up just yet. You could tell this was important to him.
âJust- just stay calm. I think it's saying to us that someone killed Hannah..â Chris speculates.
Ashley asks how Hannah was killed. The tension in the room is thicker than ever and everyone seems to be on edge. The planchette spells out something about proof in the library before completely flying off board. You jump and let out a little yelp in response, covering your face to not get hit by it. Luckily, it flies past your face.
âYou know what? This is bullshit. This isn't real.â Josh stands up from his chair with a distressed and shocked look on his face. He gives Chris and (mainly) Ashley an accusatory look. Probably because she was the only one out of all of them that was in on the prank last year. You stand up at the same time as him, ready to go after him if need be, but he doesn't pay too much mind to this, still freaked out by the current events. Hell, you don't even know if Chris and Ashley were joking. But from the looks of it, they wouldn't joke about something so serious. Especially such a touchy subject like his sisters. This had to be real.
âJosh, I don't know what's going on.â Ashley instantly claims and puts her hands up, voice shaky.
âListen, I don't knowâ I don't know if you think messing with me is somehow going to help me deal with my grief or water but this is not cool.â
âJosh, no! You wanted to use the spirit boardââ Ashley denies and tries to explain, but he clearly isn't having any of it.
âJosh..â You try to interject but It doesn't make too much of a difference.
âHey calm down, it's not Ashâs fault.â Chris tries to reason with him to no avail, he's already making his way out of the room.
âI don't need this right now! Okay?! You guys are full of it!â Josh shouts, clearly upset before stomping down the stairs to leave the room.
âShould we go after him??â Ashley turns to ask you and Chris with a worried look.
âDon't worry about it, I got him.â You answered, gaining a nod from Chris and Ashley.
You leave down the same stairs Josh did, hoping to find him and somehow help. If he doesn't want help, you'll give him his space. You can hear Chris and Ashleyâs discussion of the events that just took place growing further and further away as you look for Josh. You just hope you can make a difference.
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Klaus Mikaelson x Soulmate!Reader x Elijah Mikaelson Pt. 15
Word Count- 5.8k
Warnings- Swearing, violence, talks of bad mental health, mommy issues, robbing???
âAlastair talk to me, please! What is going on,â Tears roll down my face as Alastair speeds down the dark back roads of Mystic Falls.Â
âIâm not supposed to talk to you about it,â Alastairâs gruff words escape his mouth and I look at him in confusion and anger.
âWhat the fuck do you mean you canât talk to me about it? What is it? Because all I know is that my supposed friend somehow knows Klaus. The big bad wolf Klaus!â
My breathing is shallow and harsh as I look at my friend. Or not friend. I guess. Alastairâs hands grip the leather steering wheel, and I watch as he grinds his teeth together so hard that I almost believe his teeth will fall out if he does open his mouth.
âI. Canât. Tell. You.â
Alastairâs words donât stop the tears still streaming down my face.Â
âWhat can you tell me then, huh? Was all of it a lie? Our friendship? Everything I confided in you about? Everything you told me about yourself? Huh,â My voice gets louder with every question, âWas all of it some stupid fucking lie, Alastair! Some sick fucked up way of Klaus getting into my head! I never did anything to the guy! So why me?!â
I jeer forward as the car comes to a screeching halt, âI said I canât tell you! For fucks sake!â
Iâm frozen in fear as I look at the black veins under Alastairâs eyes. Eyes that are now looking directly at me. Oh god.
âYouâre aâŚâ
âVampire.â
â
BEEP BEEP
âWhat the hell,â I groan as I throw my hands over my ears to hide myself away from the stupid phone alarm.Â
âSorry,â Elenaâs voice comes from beside me on the bed as I feel her move around. The buzzing continues for a moment before a click of Elenaâs finger stops it.
âWhat time is it,â My morning voice comes out harsh.
âFive,â Elenaâs sheepish voice responds and I let out a loud groan.Â
âElena, what the hell. Go back to sleep. We donât have to be up for school for another 2 hours,â I try to reason with my friend but sheâs already standing up.
âI canât. Ric and I are sparring today. Heâs going to teach me how to defend myself. Remember? I offered for you to join.â
I roll back over onto one of Elenaâs spare pillows and close my eyes.
âSleep. I need sleep.â
â
âYouâre a⌠what do you mean youâre a vampire! You canât be, youâre a bartender,â My voice is shaky as small sobs escape my mouth. Alastair watches me as I try to lean as far away from him as I possibly can in the tiny sports car.
âI didnât realize I had to be one or the other,â His dry voice makes a nasty laugh escape me.
âYouâre one of his arenât you,â I bite at the reference to the devil himself.Â
âIâm not his. ButâŚâ Alastair's eyes narrow as he rubs a hand over his face, âIâm loyal to him. You donât understand Y/N.â
âThen help me understand Alastair! Because right now all I know is that youâve lied to me this entire summer!â
âJust like youâve lied to me about all your friends being supernatural,â Alastair responds accusingly, and clench my fists.
âThat is not the same and you know it. I thought you were human! I was protecting you!â
âAnd Iâm protecting you!â
I flinch back as Alastair yells and raises his hands in exhaustion.Â
âProtecting me from what? And what does Klaus have to do with it?â
Alastair looks at me once more and then turns his attention to his hands. I shake my head in annoyance, âYou canât tell me,â I say copying his words from before.
âTake me to Elenaâs.â
âKlaus said to-â
âDoes it look like I give a flying fuck what Klaus, AKA Satan Incarnate, wants! Just take me to Elenaâs,â A sob escapes my mouth and for a moment I think Alastair is going to continue driving me to my house but with a deep sigh he puts the car into drive and does a U-turn in the middle of the street back towards the Gilbert residence.Â
We drive in silence for the next 10 minutes. The only thing being heard in the car is the sounds of my sniffles.Â
Thankfully we reach the driveway and before Alastair can even put the car into park, Iâm unbuckling my seatbelt and throwing myself out of the car.Â
âY/N! Wait,â Alastairâs voice calls from behind me as I quickly climb the stairs.
I jump back slightly as the porch light turns on and the front door opens to Jenna standing there in her fluffy purple robe. Sheâs standing defensibly as she holds a bat but as soon as she sees itâs me she drops it.Â
âY/n? Whatâs wrong,â Jenna asks me in a mother-like tone.
âY/n, would you just wait for a second,â Alastair's voice gets closer.
âLeave me alone!â
Jenna seems confused as to why Alastair and I are fighting. Probably because weâve been attached at the hip all summer. But that doesnât stop her from opening up the door and letting me run into her arms.Â
âJenn, whatâs going on,â Ric comes down the stairs hastily. At the sight of my tear-stained face, his hunter's instinct seems to kick in as he rushes over to both myself and his girlfriend.Â
âGo away, Alastair,â I turn one last time to the almost upset-looking man standing on the porch.Â
Ric pushes both Jenna and I behind him as he stares down Alastair.Â
âI think itâs best if you leave now,â Ric and Alastair stare each other down for a moment before Alastair looks around at me.
âIâll see you soon.â
â-
âY/n,â I feel a shove to my shoulder and I press my face harder into the soft duvet, âY/n! Wake up weâre going to be late!â
âLate for what mom,â I groan into my pillow and I hear Elenaâs laugh from above me.
âFor the first day of Senior year. You know if weâre not there on time Caroline will march herself over here,â At the mention of the blonde I instantly sit up straight. So fast in fact, that Elena quickly takes a step back so we donât hit heads.
âWerenât you going to go fight with Ric or something,â I say as I rub the sleep from my eyes and watch my friend put her books into her backpack.Â
âI already did,â She laughs to herself, âYouâve been sleeping the entire time. Now get up and get dressed. Jenna made pancakes and Jeremy and Theo are going to eat them all if we donât get down there.â
I sigh deeply as I throw my legs over Elenaâs bed, the one Iâve been sleeping in for the past three days since Alastair dropped me off here.Â
âI think our brothers are dating,â I jokingly say out loud and Elena stops for a moment and thinks to herself before nodding along with me.
âYa, youâre probably right. Should we tell Bonnie,â I roll my eyes at my friendâs question and put my feet into the bunny slippers Jenna bought for me yesterday.Â
âI think she already knows,â I stand up and walk past her to the small duffle bag thatâs comprised of everything Iâd need for my week-long sleepover at the Gilbertâs. I head into the bathroom and start changing and getting ready for the day.
âYou really donât mind me staying here,â I yell loud enough so Elena can hear me through the door.
âOf course not,â She responds earnestly, âBesides, youâre not the only one who needs the company.â
At her response, I sigh deeply and then look at myself in the bathroom mirror. Iâd be repulsed and surprised by my appearance if I hadnât already been like this for the past three days. Dark circles take up half my face, a face that looks like it hasnât seen the sun in twenty years and I think Iâve started to lose weight, hence the hollowness of my cheeks. Itâs been hard to sleep or eat these past few days because every second Iâm picturing the dark veins under Alastairâs eyes, the sounds of Dana and Chad dying, and the victorious smirk on Klausâ face. The latter who weâve thankfully not heard anything about since that night at the school.
âY/n! You ready?â
I try to dab some concealer and blush onto my face but alas I still look like a dead person. Ironically kind of like half the population of Mystic Falls since Klaus came to town.Â
âYa, letâs do this,â I open the door and try to smile at my best friend.Â
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âHere we are. Senior year,â Caroline says breathlessly as she, Bonnie, Elena, and I stand in the parking lot of the school.
âYippee,â I say under my breath sarcastically and I hear Elena laugh.Â
âAnyone else think this should feel slightly more empowering,â Bonnie asks and I have to fight back a yawn.
Caroline throws her hands up as none of us say anything, âOkay, so prank night was a bust but we are accepting it and we are moving on.â
âDana and Chad canât move on,â I bite and then quickly cringe when I realize how nasty that came out.
âSorry,â I wince and Caroline sighs and places a hand on my shoulder.
âI know. And what happened was horrible, but we need to try to push past it,â She smiles at me but I canât seem to find the strength to return it. How are we just supposed to push past the fact that two innocent teenagers were ruthlessly murdered?Â
âYouâre right,â Bonnie tries to lighten the mood as we start walking towards the school, âI mean, why should I let the fact that my boyfriend is seeing the ghost of his dead girlfriends hinder this experience?â
âAnd the fact heâs dating my brother,â I say under my breath and Bonnie shoots me a confused look.Â
Caroline looks at me oddly before shaking her head, âAnywaysâŚYes, and why should I let the fact that my boyfriend was turned into a hybrid put a damper on an otherwise fabulous day.â
âSure, and why should I let the fact that my friend ended up being a henchman of the devil himself, who for some reason likes to terrorize me,â I sarcastically say out loud and Bonnie and Caroline both cringe at the mention of Alastair. Two days ago they came over to the Gilbertâs and I filled them in on everything.Â
âTodayâs our anniversary,â Elenaâs voice makes Caroline, Bonnie, and I halt, âTechnically, Stefan and I met on the first day of school last year.â
âYeah, you win,â Caroline says and I fight the urge to roll my eyes because an anniversary doesnât really seem to be the worst thing thatâs happened so far, but whatever.
âCanât we just go home? Come back tomorrow. Or just drop out,â I try to reason but Elena grabs my shoulder and shakes her head.
âNope. Weâre doing this. Weâre putting it behind us and becoming new people. New year. New life.â
I raise an eyebrow at my friendâs sappy words, âYa. Okay. I guess.â
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âTheo says he doesn't have a pencil. So Iâm going to go meet him and then Iâll see you guys in class,â I tell Elena who shoots me an odd look.
âDoesnât have a pencil? Itâs the first day of school.â
I just shrug. Not really surprised at my brotherâs lack of planning, âHe does this. Iâll see you soon,â I wave to her and walk towards the cafeteria where Iâm expected to meet my brother.Â
Right as I turn a corner though Iâm knocked into a hard chest.
âOuch, Iâm so sor-â
My words stop as I look up to the person I bumped into and freeze when I meet Alastairâs deep brown eyes. Compared to me, Alastair looks as pristine and gorgeous as ever. But I guess when youâre an immortal being, eyebags arenât something you really have to worry about. Heâs a dark black top that Iâm sure is designer and brand new-looking lacks and loafers.Â
âY/n, good morning,â Alastair says in a soft voice as if weâre the best of friends still.
âWhat the hell are you doing here,â I growl at him and Alastair shoots me a confused look.
âIâm a student here, remember?â
I shake my head in annoyance, âYouâre also a vampire,â I whisper-yell out the word so passersby donât think Iâm crazy, âYou donât go to school.â
âStefan, Caroline and now Tyler do. So why canât I,â He asks and I open and close my mouth about a hundred time trying to find an answer.Â
âThatâs not the same!â
Alastair smirks, âAnd why isnâtâ
I raise my hands trying to find a reason and practically growl when I canât think of one, âHow old are you anyway? I bet youâre old. Why would someone old want to come to high school? Itâs not like the movies, where everyone breaks out into song and dance. It actually fucking sucks! So just do everyone a favor and leave!â
I look around to see that some people have started watching us because of my little outburst. At the onslaught of eyes, my hands start to shake and I bite down hard on my lower lip.
âWhat the hell are you staring at,â Alastairâs once calm voice darkens as he growls out to the students. The latter quickly move on at the harsh look and words.Â
Alastair looks back at me and his harsh look returns to a calm one so fast I think itâs going to give me whiplash.Â
âIâm here for you,â He says matter-of-factly, âAnd to answer your other question Iâm 645 years old.â
I blink. And blink. And then blink again.Â
âYouâreâŚâ
Alastair smiles at me, âOld. Ya.â
âY/N! Bless your kind and spirited heart for blessing me on this wonderful Monday morning,â Theoâs overdramatic voice pulls me from my stupor as Iâm being slightly pulled back by my bag.Â
I turn over my shoulder and see Theo unzipping and then going through my backpack.
âYou got any drugs in here,â His question makes me shoot him a glare and he laughs.
âJoking! Kinda. Anyways, I have football practice after school so donât wait up for me,â He finally pulls out a handful of pencils and I realize Iâm definitely going to have to stock up since I know heâs going to lose them all by next week.Â
âOh hey, Alex,â Theo waves to Alastair and then puts a hand on my head, and then pats me like a dog.Â
âBye, my favorite nerd.â
I watch annoyed as my little brother practically skips down the hall, shooting fist bumps at other guys and winking at passing girls.Â
âHe does know my name isnât Alex right,â Alastair questions and I laugh.
âI donât think he cares,â I turn around and am about to smile along with him but instantly stop when I remember that weâre not actually friends. At least not anymore.Â
âJust leave me alone, Alastair. I donât want you here,â I walk past him and make my way down the hall towards Alaricâs classroom. Sadly though I hear Alastairâs expensive shoes behind me.Â
âYou have Ricâs class? Great! So donât I,â He says as he easily catches up to me and walks beside me until we get to the classroom.Â
As soon as we enter Ric shoots me a nervous look and I shrug, not really knowing what to do. Alastair was old, really old. If he wanted to kill us we wouldnât be able to stop him. I quickly shoot down in the seat in front of Elena who looks at me with the same look as Ric. Caroline, who is currently shooting daggers at Alastair, sits beside her. Alastair sits down unphased in the seat on my right and I freeze when I turn to the person behind him. Yoda. Well, technically Ripper Stefan now.Â
âNice to see you, Y/n. Iâve missed you,â Stefanâs sarcastic words donât seem to phase me as I glare at him.
âI wish all the vampires in this town would just die. For real,â I hear an insulted gasp from behind me and I turn back to Caroline, âNot you though.â
Caroline nods her head apporvingly.Â
âWelcome back, seniors,â Ricâs voice turns my attention to the front of the classroom, âLetâs, uh, turn our brains back on starting with, uh, this countryâs original founders the Native Americans.â
âWhat about the Vikings?ââ
The British voice sends chills down my spine as a wave of nausea washes through me. Flashes of prank night cloud my vision and the smell of blood fills my nose.
âWell, thereâs no evidence that Viking explorers actually settled in the United States,â Ric tells Rebekah as I watch in horror as she plants herself into the seat on my left.Â
âWho are you?â
Rebekah smiles up at Ric, âMy name is Rebekah. Iâm new and history is my favorite subject.â
I bite down hard on my lip as Rebekah turns her head and looks at me. A sickeningly sweet smile comes onto her face as she sends me a small wave. I quickly whip my head forward at Ric who looks just as clueless as everyone else. New year, new me, my ass.
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Adjusting my reading glasses, I place my book down on the grass momentarily. Caroline stands about 10 feet away with the other cheerleaders as they stretch before practice. Elena is also out here, but sheâs on the track running. She had invited me to go running with her but I just laughed in her face thinking she was joking. When I realized she was indeed actually asking me, I once again laughed in her face and then told her to have fun and Iâd be sitting on the grass reading my book.Â
So for the past 15 minutes, thatâs what Iâve been doing. Or at least have been trying. With the loud cheering music, the sounds of footballers hitting one another, and the hard-ass ground Iâm sitting on, itâs been kind of hard to focus.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â
Carolineâs angry voice has me perking up my head as I look up and surprisingly see Rebekah stretching next to her.Â
âSounds like you have an opening on the squad,â Rebekah says and Caroline glares at her and then looks over at me quickly.Â
âActually that spot just got filled,â Rebekah follows Careâs eyeline to me and we both have a confused look on our faces.
âExcuse me,â I question my friend and she walks over to me.
âYa! Y/n is actually on the team now,â Caroline says matter-of-factly and I cringe at the thought.
âYa Caroline,â I get her attention and she hums, âI canât join. One because I literally would rather die, and two because gun shot to the shoulder remember?â
I gesture to my shoulder and Caroline opens and closes her mouth and then rolls her eyes in defeat before going back into line.Â
âYou were shot?â
I frown as Rebekah almost sounds caring as she asks me. She has a weary expression on her face and I glare at her.Â
âYou,â Caroline points at Rebekah, âDonât talk to her. Why are you here?â
Rebekah leans down to stretch ignoring the blonde vamp.
âHey,â Caroline prods, âHey.â
Rebekah stands up and stares at my friend and honestly, I wish I had some popcorn to watch whatâs about to go down.Â
âYou canât just come here and infiltrate all of our lives.â
âIâm only interested in yours,â Rebekah says snarkily, âYour spunk, your popularity,â She looks over at Tyler who is running drills next to Theo, and then back to me, âMaybe even your boyfriend and best friend?â
âOh, no she didnât,â I ooh at them and Caroline glares at me. I cringe and pretend to go back to reading. Iâm totally still watching both of them over my book though.
Rebekah walks away from Caroline but not before sending me a smile, one that I donât return. Caroline looks at me like she doesnât know what to do and I just shrug because I honestly donât know either.Â
Caroline walks off and I try to go back to my book but right when Iâm about to focus the sound of a whistle is blown.
âOh! Come on!â
I frustratedly watch as the football coach dismisses the football players way too early. Strange. And itâs not long before Theo is running up to me.Â
âWhatâs up bitch,â He gests as he looks down at me.Â
âIâve told you not to call me that,â I sniff and then cover my nose in disgust, âYou stink dude. God damn.â
My brother sniffs the air and then smirks, âThatâs the smell of your boy making first string this fall. And, you call me a dumbass, so why canât I call you bitch. Also, itâs not like Iâm doing it deragotivly. Iâm a feminist you know. I loveeee women.â
âThereâs so much to unpack with what you just said,â I reach my hand up and Theo takes it and pulls me up. Careful to not pull too hard on my shoulder, âI call you a dumbass because you are a dumbass.â
Theo thinks to himself for a moment before smirking again, âA handsome dumbass.â
âYou stress me out,â I groan as we start walking towards the school.
âAnd yet you canât live without me.â
âÂ
Elena pulls her car into my Theo and Iâs driveway and I sigh deeply when I see my mother's car parked in the driveway.
âYou sure youâll be alright? You can just come back to mine. I really donât mind,â Elena tells me from her seat and I heavily debate the idea before shaking my head.
âI canât live in your bed forever. Besides, if I stay over too long Theo will have questions. Questions Iâm not ready or even sure how to answer.â
Elena nods solemnly as I open the door and get out.Â
âWell, call me if you need anything alright,â I nod at her request, âIâll see you tonight at the fire. Donât be late or youâll have Caroline to speak to.â
I flinch at the idea of making the already pissed-off blonde mad and nod. I give Elena a wave and slowly trudge my way up the stairs. I quietly open the front door, hoping my mother is on some business call and doesnât realize Iâm here.
âY/n? Is that you?â
Damnit.
âUh, ya. Itâs me,â I clench my jaw as my mother enters the living room. She looks me over as if Iâm just going to disappear. Which right now I wish I would.Â
âI didnât know when youâd be coming back,â She says in a hopeful voice that irks me.Â
âYa, I didnât either,â We stand in silence for a moment before I start walking to my room, âI have to get ready for the bonfire tonight.â
âWait!ââ
My motherâs voice has me stopping in place and staring at the wall in front of me. I wait for her to speak and for a moment I donât think sheâs going to.
âI miss you,â Her strained voice has my eyes instantly tearing up, âI miss hearing you here. Laughing into your books, or hearing your music play in your room. Besides Theo, itâs so quiet here. You seemed so happy. Iâm so sorry I changed that.â
Her apology and words have me clenching my fists in anger, âHappy? Happy! Do you really think I was happy? Mom, I was miserable! The only reason I was in my room reading my books and listening to my music was because I had nothing else! Nothing else to laugh about or smile about. And honestly, Iâm not even surprised you never noticed either of those things since you were always gone,â I glare at my mother who is now crying at my confession, âYouâre too busy focusing on your clients that you never even noticed your own daughter drowning in her head right in front of you. So no, I donât want your apology. Because whatâs done is done. â
Without another word, I turn around and walk to my room, slamming my door behind me.Â
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âIâll lure Stefan away from the bonfire then when heâs distractedâŚâ
âIâll shoot him,â Ric finishes off Elenaâs sentence.Â
I watch from my desk as the Scooby Gang try to come up with a plan to subdue Stefan at tonightâs bonfire.Â
âCanât Bonnie just juju him or something,â Damon questions. Heâs currently sitting on top of my desk.Â
âIâm trying to keep Bonnie out of this. I donât trust that Stefan wonât hurt her,â Elena reasons and I nod.
âIf Stefan tries to hurt my girl heâs going to have another thing coming to him,â I say as I pull out both of my fists. Damon looks down at me and rolls his eyes dramatically and pushes my fists back down.Â
âPut those away, Rocky. Youâre staying away from Stefan as well tonight.â
âExcuse me?â
âCaroline, are you covered,â Elena asks the blonde vamp.
âYes! I will make sure that the old Forbes jail cell is prepped and ready.â
âWeâre forgetting a key player here. Rebekah? Wherever Stefan goes, the blonde ponytail tends to follow.â
At Damonâs mention of the blonde, I growl under my breath.
âWhich is why itâs your job to keep her away,â Elena answers him.
âHow? Sheâs an original. The last time I checked, we were out of daggers.â
âWe could always wake Elijah up,â I say a little too quickly, and everyone in the room deadpans me, âOkâŚguess not.â
âSo then preoccupy her with your charm,â Elena says and I snort out a laugh.
âMight have better luck finding the dagger,â Ric says and my snorting gets louder.
âSorry, Iâm late. Whatâs going on?â
Tyler entering the room turns everyoneâs attention and I use this to try to sneak Damonâs wallet out of his pants pocket.Â
Theyâre all conversing and Iâm about to get it but Damon stands up from his seat and the wallet falls out onto the floor in front of me. Damon seems to be entranced with whatever everyone is talking about to notice so I quickly lean down and grab the wallet. I smirk evilly to myself as I see the wad of bills and quickly grab some and put them in the pocket of my sweatshirt. I loud gasp jolts me and I drop the wallet.
âI didnât do anything!â
I freeze and see Tyler on the floor unconscious with Damon over him.
âWhat are you doing?â
Caroline runs over to her boyfriendâ
âHeâs been sired,â Damon says as he stares down at the boy.Â
âWhat,â Ric asks speaking for all of us.
âSired. He feels loyal to Klaus because Klausâ blood created him.â
âUh oh,â I whisper as I slide the wallet onto the desk in front of me.Â
âLoyal how?â
âHeâll seek acceptance from his master. Itâs really rare, but maybe not so much in hybrids.â
Caroline looks up to Damon, âSo how do we fix him?â
âGet a new boyfriend.â
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âJust stay behind me and try not to go anywhere with Stefan alone ok?â
Elenaâs worrisome expression makes me sigh, âIâll be fine Elena. No pissing off Yoda. I got it. Heâs not the only vamp Iâm trying to hide from tonight.â
I cautiously look around the woods where dozens of teenagers drink and party to loud music. Thankfully, no signs of Alastair.
Elena and I approach She-Klaus and Non-Yoda who are standing next to a keg. Elena grabs the beer in Stefanâs hands and chugs it. Okay then.Â
âElena, Y/n, hi. What are you guys doing?â
âWeâre having fun Stefan,â Elena hands me a beer but I reject it, âYou have a problem with that?â
âAlright, take it easy,â Stefan says as Elena drinks another beer, âWe both know youâre kind of a lightweight.â
Elena coughs, âReally? You think Iâm going to let a blood addict tell me how to drink?â
A loud laugh leaves my lips at my friends comment, âShe got you there man.â
Elena grabs my hand, drops her empty cup at Stefanâs feet, and leads us away from the two vampires.
âHow much of a lightweight are you exactly?â
My question has Elena cringing, âLetâs just say tonight is going to be rough.â
â
Iâm peacefully enjoying the quietness next to the fire when an annoying voice comes from behind me.Â
âYou know when my family and I were humans, once a month before the full moon our village would throw parties like this to celebrate,â I release a groan and stand up when I see Rebekah approach me.Â
She instantly stands in front of me and raises her hands in surrender, âPlease donât go,â Her earnest voice stops me, âIâm not going to hurt you.â
âI find that hard to believe,â I bite out.
âYou donât like me yet. And I understand why. Youâre loyal to your friends. But I think you and I are going to be great friends one day.â
Rebekahâs words make me frown, âAnd why is that?â
Rebekah sits down on the log I was previously sitting on and she pats the spot next to her. I sigh as I sit down, much to her enjoyment.Â
âI canât tell you yet. But, I just know.â
I groan at those words, âDo all of you Mikaelsons just love using that phrase?â
Rebekahâs eyes narrow in question, âAll?â
âYa, you and Elijah. Heâs said that to me like fifty-seven times.â
âYouâve met Elijah?â
I nod and look at the fire, âUh, ya. Once or twice.â
I see Rebekah frown next to me and her face appears next to mine as she looks at my face, âWhy are you doing that?â
âDude you really have to work on personal space. And what am I doing?â
Rebekah points to my face, âYouâre blushing! Why are you blushing when talking about Elijah? Youâre not supposed to be blushing!â
My eyes go wide at her accusation, âI am not blushing! And certainly not because of Elijah! I donât even think of the guy.â
Rebekah shoves her finger at me, âLiar! Your heart just skipped! Elijah not supposed to be the one making you blush.â
âWhat the hell is that supposed to mean?â
Rebekah sits back and shrugs, âNothing.â
âRebekah! Seriously!â
We both stare at each other for a moment before I sigh and fall into my hands. I groan out in pain though when I put too much pressure on my shoulder.
âYouâre hurt?â
I sit up and gently rub my shoulder, âIâm fine.â
âYou mentioned earlier that you got shot. How did it happen?â
I look at the girl uneasily and for a moment I donât see the Orignal vampire but a regular teenager.Â
âThe sheriff shot me when she was trying to shoot Damon.â
âAnd Iâm guessing that is now a dead sheriff,â Rebekah says and I frown and shake my head.Â
âNo, of course not. Itâs Carolineâs mother.â
âI donât see how that matters. Especially when my brother finds out.â
âElijah?â
Rebekah rolls her eyes, âYou need to stop thinking about Elijah. Itâll only hurt you. Iâm talking about Klaus.â
I shake my head in confusion, âWhat do you mean Klaus? Why would he give a damn?â
Rebekahâs eyes go wide and she clamps her mouth shut.
âSeriously!â
âJust heed my warning alright. Stay away from Elijah. For my family's sake and yours.â
An uneasiness washes over me, and then I sigh when Damon Salvawhore walks over to us.
âHello, ladies.â
âAnd thatâs my cue to leave,â I stand up and begin walking away but am pulled back by a hand grabbing my own.Â
I look down and see Rebekah staring up at me, âI meant what I said about us becoming friends, Y/n.â
I stare at her for a moment before nodding and walking away from the two vampires.Â
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âWhere do you think youâre going,â Alastairâs voice halts me and I grit my teeth.
âOf course youâre here,â I donât turn around and look at him, I just continue walking. Â
The vampire doesnât get the hint the as he catches up to me easily and walks beside me.Â
âWhere are you going?â
âLeave me alone.â
âY/n. Where are you going?â
I ignore him as I keep walking but a hand to the arm pulls me back lightly. I turn around and quickly pull my arm from Alastairâs grasp as I glare at him.Â
âDonât! Donât you dare touch me! Just leave me alone,â I yell at him and he shakes his head.
âI told you I canât do that,â His answer has me practically growling at him.Â
âOh ya, because youâre Klausâ little bitch. I remember.â
I whip back around and continue walking.
âI am not his bitch,â Alastair says from my side.
âYou follow his orders and listen to what he tells you. Kinda sounds like what someone's bitch would do.â
I hear a low growl escape Alastairâs mouth.
âJust tell me where youâre going.â
âItâs none of your business.â
âIf youâre going to find Elena sheâs already gone home.â
At his words, I halt.
âWhat?â
âElena and Ric took Stefan away.â
I close my eyes and sigh. Great.Â
âAnd how would you know that?â
âI was trying to find you and came across them taking an unconscious Stefan away.â
I raise my eyebrows in surprise since that means our plan actually worked. It never works.Â
âAnd I bet now youâre going to run off and tell Klaus his precious boy toy has been compromised,â I bite out as I turn towards the parking lot. If Elena isnât here anymore than Iâm leaving.Â
âNope,â Alastair says popping the p.
I stop and turn to him in surprise, âNo? Why not?â
âFor one, Iâm not his bitch. And two, my orders are to watch over you, nothing else. What your friends do in there past times is none of my concern. Well, as long as it doesnât hurt or endanger you in the process.â
âWaitâŚhurt or endanger?â
I watch Alastair tense up as he realizes he slipped up.
âYouâre here to protect me?â
Alastair doesnât say anything as he looks down at his shoes.
âAlastair!â
âIâve already said too much,â He throws his hands up and I roll my eyes and continue walking. Thankfully my car comes into sight and I march towards it.
âWhere are you going?â âIf you truly must know home. Iâm going the fuck home,â I bite out as I use my key thob to unlock my car door.
âAre you and your mother still fighting?â
I pause my hand on the car door.
âThatâs none of your business.â
I throw open my car door and step inside. I donât look at the vampire as I slam the car door shut and turn the car on.Â
Iâm just about to peel away when Alastair says one last thing to me.
âOur friendship wasnât a lie to me.â
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sorry this is referencing a few month old post/s you made about the dream situation and a question youâd asked about dream stans, you can delete this msg if you want since itâs not as relevant anymore. Again Iâm sorry if this is weird or you donât gaf (thatâs fair bc who does lol)
TW for grooming and dream being fucking gross. You can just scroll fast and delete if you donât want to read or deal with this, I understand that
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To preface Im about Tommyâs age now, when I was 15-17, used to be a huge dream stan, and I was very vocal about defending him online. âI was extremely parasocial and weird, and looking back on it I really regret how I acted.
So. Idk how much people who werenât stans of his saw, but dream- as stupid as it sounds- was our friend.
He had bath calls with us, sleep calls with us, he told us in depth about his personal life and his health issues and his trauma and his moods and his habits and just basically everything. Most of his interactions with us was through his discord, and then someone in the fandom would stream his discord calls for people who werenât there. A running joke was that dream had a parasocial relationship with us. there was absolutely no gap between creator and fan, he followed me more than once, he brought fans onto his discord streams and talked with them and he knew a good amount of us by name. He called us cute and talked about how much we all (as individuals) meant to him,
when drama happened heâd usually either do a space/call or go on his private and vent to us, there were I think two separate times heâd have full panic attacks over drama happening, and weâd have to talk him down. He also would, when responding to callouts or accusations, use arguments that his fans were making.
He did this during almost all his pitfalls, including the grooming allegations, his wording was often taken word for word from tweets by people I was friends with. I dropped him after the initial allegations, but for a while after i still checked in bc i was really hoping heâd be innocent (he wasnât) and i can confirm he still does this. He also regularly dmed his fans, mostly his black fans, to ask for âhelpâ on being less racist.
I donât use the word âgroomingâ lightly, but dream was and is absolutely grooming his audience. Thats why dream stans seem so cult-like these days. The amount of guiltripping, lying, forcing an us vs them mentality, and manipulation I saw this man pull was actually sick. Heâd frequently, privately, to us, vent about tommy or quackity, and about how âall his friends hated himâ and âwe were all he had leftâ (legit, not joking). He is extremely good at emotional blackmail, he is good at making his fans hate other creators and turn on them, he is very good at utilizing his tears and using wording that he knows will make his mostly teenage fanbase think heâs a good kind person.
He wants to impress on his fans that he really was just a kind person, the only kind person and the only voice of reason. Thatâs why when the Cantu thing happened, he started posting âmessagesâ of him being so kind to the Uber driver. He needs his fans to think heâs a kind and loving person, and that Tommy and quackity and literally everyone whoâs pulled away from him was just a fake friend who couldnât be trusted. He somehow was always, always the one being fucked over.
I remember when I told my friend about dream (this friend had a completely neutral opinion on him and barely knew the guy beyond his manhunts) and he told me that sounded like grooming.
He gradually isolated his (primarily young, female) fanbase using private accounts, discord calls, Snapchat, and whatever else. He got extremely personal with us far beyond the level any creator should be, he used kindness and flattery (like calling us âmatureâ. Also legit) to make us feel genuinely loved by him, again, NOT in the way a creator loves their fans. In the way a friend loves their friends, even in the way a partner loves their partner. He lashed out at us and had panic attacks when we did criticize him, he used tactics to make us think he was always right and good, and more than that, make all his detractors seem like terrible people out to get him AND us, he played himself out to be the perpetual victim and used carefully cut clips and emotional manipulation (like how he brought up his ~poor innocent family~ when harassing quackity. Weaponizing trauma like that was something he did ALL THE TIME to us whenever he was criticized.) in order to use us against people he didnât like, making us take the bullet for him.
He uses his kindness and supposed goodness as a weapon, he used Tommyâs own trauma around doxxing against him when Tommy dared to criticize him (âI supported you when you were getting doxxed, yet you wonât do the same for me?â)
He used trauma to relate to his audience, making us feel like he was the only person who got it.
Itâll sound stupid, but it was genuinely really scarring. The way he made me and my friends feel was so confusing. I often found myself feeling used and violated, but also like I was in debt to him. I dreaded when heâd have fans on call, I dreaded him but also he felt like all I had. The tone of him and the fandom was that âwe have to defend him at all costs, theyâre out to get him and weâre the last line of support he hasâ. It was embarrassing, it was stressful, it was horrible. I wasted so much fucking time and energy on him.
it was really traumatic and distressing, especially as a teenager whoâd already been at a vulnerable point and used him as an escape originally. I know that sounds melodramatic but I mean it.
He is a groomer through and through. Heâs barely getting any new fans, but heâs barely losing any either bc the grasp he has on them is so tight.
Worst of all, if you leave the fandom, youâll lose your friends and become an enemy. He encourages that behaviour and that mentality. He encourages harassment of his ex-friends, he encourages harassment of anyone who doesnât like him. He wants you to feel like heâs the only good person, and like heâs the only one who will care about you. And I know at least in my experience that the way I acted when I was a fan of his did genuinely cause me to feel alienated in my social life. I lost friends, I felt like I couldnât talk to anyone âsafelyâ. Thatâs how he wants his fans to feel, because at some point he really is all you have.
And thatâs why dream stans are still sticking around. Itâs at the point where the only way theyâll leave is on their own volition, and the more publicly fucked shit he does, the less hope I have that theyâll do that.
i donât have much to add but i agree, and several people i know who used to be big dream fans also agreed that there was a heavily insidious âus vs themâ atmosphere
#alex.rambles.txt#alex.asks.txt#sorry you went through that btw it sounds really shit#i think a lot of (especially younger) dream stans are in similar positions sometimes#ofc some of tjem are just normal people who just Donât care about the reprehensible shit#but i think for a lot of people its escapism just like the rest of this community. and the entresoi aspect makes it even more alienating#mcyt#discourse#tw grooming#dream situation
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AITA for playing video games?
(Tw for possible ableism?? Idk)
I (31M) have loved video games ever since I was little. They're comforting to me and have gotten me through a lot of hard times. I'm also autistic, and half of my hyperfixations have been on video games.
My girlfriend (27F) and I have been dating for 4 years, and overall have had a very good relationship. I've never liked a girl this much. But a recent disagreement has made me reconsider things.
She recently confessed to me that she doesn't like that I play video games, and that she especially doesn't like how obsessed I get over them. She says that it's childish and embarrassing, and that I should be focused more on my adult life.
I was pretty upset. I am admittedly quite immature for my age and do have some hangups on my age, and I've always worried that people would judge me for having these kinds of interests as I get older. I understand there's a stereotype of adult men spending all their time on video games and being irresponsible, but that's not me. I spend plenty of time with my girlfriend and although my job isn't great, that's down to my mental health issues (which I'm working on) more than anything else.
I pointed these things out to her, and also argued that she used to love video games, to which she had responded that she had naturally grown out of that as she'd gotten older and had expected me to do the same. I also explained that I was autistic and that a lot of my hyperfixations were on video games, and she said that while she understood that, surely there was a way I could find something more 'mature' to be hyperfixated on. She also scoffed a bit when I said I was autistic - I've always worried that she doesn't believe me because I'm self diagnosed, but I'm certain that I am (it's outright dangerous to be diagnosed as autistic in this country unfortunately).
We agreed to disagree, but her final word was that it would make her really happy if I could move on from video games and be an adult. I'm pretty upset.
I'd also like to add that this isn't a case of me neglecting the progression of our relationship. We don't want to get married, we've already moved in together, we've met eachothers' families, and while we do want kids, we want to wait until we're a bit more financially stable. This is solely her feeling that as a 31 year old man, I'm too old to play video games.
I don't think there's anything wrong with my hobbies - they make me happy and I'm not a 'toxic' gamer (most of the games I play are story based and I'm very respectful to other players in the ones that aren't). I don't think hobbies should have age limits, honestly. But it really bothers me that she's hurt by this - I love my girlfriend so much, and the fact that I don't think I can give up video games for her makes me feel really guilty. Honestly, I was really happy when we started dating that she also liked video games, I thought we could play together!
But I'm just scared that I've unintentionally been a shitty boyfriend, which is why I'm asking,
AITA?
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*saunters into your inbox and hands you a small bouquet of pink roses as I tip my hat at you*
Howdidoo friend! Just wanted to drop in and hand you a little token of my thanks and appreciation for the incredible gift of writing that you so willingly share with the rest of us.
In floriography, the Victorian Language of flowers, pink roses represent gratitude and admiration as well well femininity and elegance, which I think you represent wonderfully well. You seem like a very down-to-earth individual with a good heart, so I just wanted to say thanks for being who you are and being brave with sharing your talents. I know it's scary, but you're doing remarkably, honey.
Well done đđźđđźđđźđ§Ą
I say that your requests were open and I'd like to give one a try if and only if you're up for it. (if not then no worries, do whatcha got to do to take care of that beautiful mind ok?)
This is gonna sound really silly, but I have these two off switches that like immediately shut me down. I found this out once ranting about a book to my friends in the library and my one friend just reached up, patted my head and then started playing with my hair. I immediately stuttered to a halt because it was like my brain short-circuited. The other off button for me, is just someone like cradling my head. I have ADHD so I'm constantly go go go. Just adding that little bit of pressure just makes me no joke zoink out, like there are no thunks in that brain whatsoever once you touch my head.
Learning this as Ive gotten older has made it so I'm quite protective of who touches my head because it can make me somewhat kind of vulnerable, so my question of the day is how would the turtles respond to accidentally finding out about somebody's âoffâ button like that.
You can do whatever you're comfortable with and feels easy to write as I'm not really expecting much. Once again, this is just a request, so please please take care of yourself, your mental health and social batteries please.
Just know I think you're pretty cool and I look forward to seeing what you come up with in the future đđ§Ąâ¨
This'll be easy, because I have the EXACT same thing!
Rubbing my scalp or my face suddenly erases lifelong sleep or hyperactive issues! I melt into touches like that, knocks you out like a light. Sometimes it gets you feeling emotional, too, lol
Thank you for the sweet words, they made my day. Got me feeling seen too. Thanks again for the ask.
I hope you enjoy!
Touch-Sensitive Reader Ă TMNT
Mikey
-Mikey is less of a touchy guy while getting to know you.
-But he is IN YOUR SPACE.
-All the time.
-He's an EXTREMLY touchy guy.
-But he will wait for you to make the first move.
-Until then, it's all over.
-It will take very, VERY little time for him to find every. Single. Sweetspot.
-He knows where they are on himself, and he knows that everyone alive has a few.
-You had shyly crawled into his lap for the first time, him leanded all the way back on the arm while he pulled you into his chest.
-The movie had barely started by the time he noticed you had gone still. Something he rarely saw with you.
-He looked down, surprised to see your eyes close, your entire body limp in his arms.
-"Y/N?" He whispered, trying not to laugh. "Baby?"
-You didn't budge
-Didn't you tell him you were notoriously horrible at falling asleep?
-He smiled widely, glancing at his hand now hovering over your scalp.
-"Cool."
Donnie
-Nap date.
-He was on his first nap date.
-Sure, it was after a bit of a skwabble over his sleep schedule. Or lack of.
-But he finally gave into curling up in his hammock with you on top of him
-But to be honest, he had been wanting this too. All the naps he's been taking have been spent wishing you were there with him.
-Now you were!
-You had told him you'd stay here until he'd fall asleep.
-You'd asked him if you had his permission to listen to music and play on your phone, all efforts to keep you still.
-He'd agreed, just happy he'd somehow landed someone willing to touch him, let him fall asleep with them.
-His eyes had been dropping, and his fingers had begun to rhythmically comb through your hair.
-Geez, this was paradise. This was everything he ever could have hoped for. The warmth, the weight of your body, the texture of your skin- If life felt this good all the time-
-Your phone dropped from your hand onto his stomach with a soft 'clunk'.
-He hardly noticed until you didn't move to grab it.
-His eyes blinked open, squinting them hard at your head. He wasn't able to see your face, but he could now feel your deep, quiet breathing. How limp you were against him.
-He smiled, his head falling back to the support pillow.
-'Noted.' He thought.
Raph
-Raph could barely remember the times you didn't want to be touched.
-You were all over him right now, and while he didn't have energy to meet this amount of enthusiasm this late- he was defiently feeling as if he had died happy. Unbelieveing that this was his life now.
-Having a partner all over him on the bed. Kissing him everywhere mid conversation, trying to talk to him through your squirming about, trying to get comfortable.
-"C'mere." He whispered, pulling you against his torso, face to face. His right side, your left side on the bed.
-You're chattering went quiet, smiling wide while Raph ducked his face into the right of your jaw, his right hand going up to hold the weight of your head between the bedsheets.
-"Oh, hi." You said.
-"Hi." Raph closed his eyes, starting to brush his thumb gently over your left cheek, his enormous arm going around you tightly, holding you as close as you allowed him.
-He waited for you to continue with your vent- but when you didn't after a long moment- he pulled back to check on your expression.
-Your eyes were closed, lips slightly parted, your head sinking more and more into his hand.
-"Hey," Raph purred. "You like that?"
-You gurgled a noise out, making him smile.
-"Yeah?" He leaned back, lifting his right hand up to smooth over your other cheek, pressing just enough to smear the skin.
-You went completely unresponsive. The change sudden and new.
-Possessivness "You're so cute." He whispered, pressing a kiss to your hairline.
Leo
-Leo had never seen you cry before.
-Something about a confrontation with a scary coworker and HR.
-He felt awkward, too big, too dumb and useless to do anything about you sobbing into his chest.
-While you held tightly to the straps on his chest in substitute of wrapping your own around him- he fought the urge to rip someone's limbs off.
-"I'm right here." He whispered instead. "You're okay, you're okay..."
-His hands combed through your hair, his lips against your scalp, preparing to be there all night.
-It took just a moment, but Leo felt the change as if it happened in him too.
-Your sobs became deep breaths, and your desperate grip on him transformers into your weight laying limp against him.
- "You okay?" Leo asked.
-"Don't stop." You whined.
-It startled a smile out of Leo, and he resumed the petting.
- Because what works, works, right?
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Shadows and Whispers
Note: Hello loves! I'll try to be more active and post more often, maybe once a week (this is my proof that I'm trying đ). It's really been a long week for me, but I truly appreciate and I'm so happy for the support the previous post received. I'm very grateful for the likes, reblogs, and comments đđđ I'm not sure if I should make a second part of that one, but in the meantime, here's this. I hope you enjoy it, and sorry if it's a mess! Again, remember that English is not my first language, but if there are any mistakes, don't hesitate to let me know! Iâm leaving the song I wrote this with, the slow version sounds really good :)
P.S.: Iâm not really sure if this would work in ACOTAR, but I donât know, I just liked the idea.
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Warnings: none, slight mention of tension
Summary: Reader and Azriel are sent on an undercover mission where they must pretend to be a couple. Reader has unresolved feelings, and the closeness with the shadowsinger leaves her confused.
The Mother definitely had a twisted sense of humor.
I was certain that in this life, I was paying for each and every bad thing I had done in my previous ones. If not, what would be the point of all this?
I had to suppress the complaint lodged in my throat ever since I had left the meeting with Rhys and he had communicated his plans for the Autumn Court.
Why? Why did these things always happen to me?
I could have gone with Cassian, Mor, or even Amren. I wouldnât have had any issue pretending to be the lover of one of them. But of course, I had to go and pretend with Azriel.
Rhys had received a formal invitation to a ball in the Autumn Court, but decided to send us instead to investigate the political situation surrounding that entire red-haired family and how the stir was being perceived by the courtâs nobles. Evidently, we were supposed to look as distracted as possible to catch any murmurs here and there, and the simplest way to do that was by pretending we were simply there to enjoy the evening as a couple in love.
Fantastic, I thought.
"I try to respect your privacy and not intrude on your thoughts" I heard Rhysâs voice in my head "but the way youâre shouting them, I could hear them even from the scraps of the Spring Court."
I grimaced but didnât respond, letting the anger fill my mind so that he could feel it.
"Why are you so⌠irritated?" I heard him ask with genuine curiosity, and I sighed.
Rhys could dig just a little and find the reason, but he would never dare. Not without my permission.
"What do you care" I barked mentally, sulking.
Iâd apologize later for speaking to my High Lord like that, but right now, I could feel the smoke coming out of my ears, and I guessed he could too because a laugh echoed in my mind before it simply vanished.
"Idiot" was the last thing I thought before raising my mental walls and reinforcing them with everything I had.
By the Cauldron, what was the problem? Well, for starters, I wasnât in love with Cassian or Mor.
Hell, I had even suggested going with Amren to avoid going through this. Going undercover with Cassian was impossibleâNestaâs scent was all over him, and it wasnât a secret that he had a mate. Mor was in the Winter Court visiting Viviane, and Amren⌠well, she was busy with Varian.
So that only left the shadowsinger and me free. Plus, neither of us was involved with anyone publicly, so we were the perfect candidates.
This time I didnât suppress the groan of exasperation as I headed to my own room in the House of the River. I missed the company of the House of Wind, but now that Cassian and Nesta were there, it was impossible for me to stayâfor the sake of my mental health, I fled that place. So I sighed and nearly cried when I reached my bed, bracing myself and trying to find the strength to endure what would happen in a few days.
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Two nights had passed. Two damned nights sleeping like shit, practicing a mask of indifference and composure that I clearly didnât feel.
I had also been more sensitive than usual, so I tried to avoid everyone, including Azriel. However, I saw Cassian every morning at training, and although I felt him casting strange glances at me, anticipating my mood, he didnât ask about it. For that, I was grateful.
In a few hours, Azriel and I would be on our way to the Autumn Court, and I was just trying to control my breathing to avoid panicking. Even now, my hands were shaking so much I couldnât fasten the endless buttons on the back of the pretty midnight blue dress, adorned with some crystals at the top and quite fitted from the waist down. Courtesy of Rhys.
A knock on the door distracted me from the mission, and holding the top of the dress to my chest, I opened it to come face to face with the man I had been avoiding with all my might.
I had to restrain myself from shrinking away upon seeing him in all his gloryânot dressed in Illyrian leathers, but in a formal suit the same color as my dress, fitted in all the right places that made him look out of this world. If you added the large wings behind his back, the stoic hazel gaze, and the tendrils of shadows that surrounded him, giving him a mysterious and irresistible air⌠My breath faltered a bit.
He scanned me from head to toe as well, and the shiver that ran through me was completely involuntary. His gaze burned, but I did nothing to break the silence in which we were immersed.
"You look⌠beautiful" he finally said, hesitating a bit.
I swallowed hard and looked away, unsure of how to act. I had never been shy about receiving compliments, but when they came from him, they managed to destabilize me.
"Thanks" I whispered "You look great too."
Azriel nodded, and I saw his eyes drift to my chest, right where my hands were holding the dress.
"I need help with the buttons" I said in a tired tone.
He nodded again and entered my room, closing the door slowly. His shadows roamed freely, and I felt one of them caress my braided hair, making me smile.
"Sorry" Azriel apologized as he gestured for me to turn around.
I shook my head.
"I like them" I replied with a smile that died the moment I felt his fingers touch the exposed skin of my back.
"And they like you" he answered in his usual calm tone.
I didnât respond, fearing my voice would tremble, and I focused on avoiding my skin from tingling wherever his touched. I even resorted to thinking about the painful blows to the stomach that Cassian gave during training when Azrielâs hands brushed dangerously low on my back.
I knew he also noticed the tension by the way his wings were tucked, but he didnât say anything. Finally, I released the breath I had been holding once he finished and he removed his hands, though a strange sense of loss invaded me. Nevertheless, I ignored it.
A moment later, I turned around and faced him, tilting my head back to meet his eyes now that we were so close.
"Rhys told me you had certain⌠reservations about this" he broke the silence, looking at me with a calm expression.
Of course, he had told him.
I almost scoffed.
I opened my mouth to respond, but he interrupted me.
"We wonât do anything you havenât consented to or that makes you uncomfortable"
I frowned.
"Of course I know that, Az. Itâs just that I doubt this will work" I responded, smoothing out my dress a little.
It wasnât entirely a lie. Though that wasnât the main reason. It all boiled down to the fact that doing this with him made me nervous.
"It will" he reassured me. "Rhys and I have evaluated all the scenarios. We are the most credible for this plan. Just trust me"
I nodded, though I couldnât shake the slight anxiety of having him so close.
The shadow from before wrapped around my arm, making me smile again. Even though the touch was cold, it didnât feel strange, so I didnât fear playing with it with one of my fingers, not realizing I was practically brushing Azrielâs wing membrane until I noticed his shiver and the way his breath escaped him. I quickly pulled my hand away and looked at him only to find him with his eyes shut and the rest of his shadows slightly agitated.
"Iâm sorry, Az" I apologized. "Iâm so sorry"
I knew how reserved the Illyrians were about their wings and how they shouldnât be touched, so his silence only increased the unease brewing inside me.
"Itâs fine" he replied slowly after a moment. "Itâs nothing" but I could see him swallowing hard.
I bit the inside of my cheek but said nothing more.
"We should go now" he spoke after a moment.
I nodded and took one of his hands, preparing to pretend I was in love with him, according to that stupid plan. When in reality, I would stop pretending I wasn't, for a moment.
That was what terrified meâletting my feelings out and not being able to hide them again after tonight.
But there was no turning back now.
"Ready?"
No.
"Yes" I responded with the steadiest tone I could muster.
He gave me a deep look before I felt the shadows envelop us, and soon the room lit up, leaving us at the entrance of the grand hall of the Autumn Court.
Then, I let go of one of his hands and gently brought it to his cheek, trying to convey my intentions. He held my gaze for a second before bending obediently, giving me the opportunity to leave a chaste kiss on his lips.
The sensations exploded inside me, but I held back. This was a mission, I reminded myself. So why did his hand immediately curve around my waist?
This is just a mission, I repeated.
I pulled away a moment later, smiling softly at him. Before we both straightened up.
I supposed we had made it quite clear that we were together by kissing in front of all these people. I made sure to do it at the entrance so everyone would see, and I guessed Az understood too by the slight squeeze he gave my hand.
I looked at him one last time, letting a bit of my love for him escape. And then I turned towards the crowd, with a bright smile.
All right, the game had begun.
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Healing together
Hii, I hope you enjoy this story. Before you begin reading, I want to make something very clear: in no way am I romanticizing mental health problems. I understand how serious these issues are, and my intention is not to glamorize or trivialize them in any way.
My goal with this story is to bring attention to mental health, to encourage understanding and empathy, and to show that these struggles are real and valid.
Lando is tired, tired of everyone being on his business, of dating rumours of him appearing every week, of comparing himself to his colleagues, or even when he is surrounded by people still feeling alone.
That's why his visits to his psychologist have risen these last months, but he feels better after them not only for the medical help he is receiving but because of them Lando feels as if he has found a source of happiness in the less expected place.
Lando walked out of his psychologistâs office, feeling a little lighter than when heâd walked in. The sessions had been tough lately, but he could feel them slowly chipping away at the heaviness weighing on him for so long. Today was no different. He had spoken about his fears, his frustrations, and the intense scrutiny he felt under the constant watch of the media and fans. His psychologist had listened intently, offering guidance and strategies to help him cope. It wasn't an immediate fix, but it helped. As he turned the corner in the narrow hallway leading to the buildingâs exit, he suddenly collided with someone, almost knocking them over.
âOh, Iâm so sorry!â he exclaimed, reaching out instinctively to steady the person heâd bumped into. His hands brushed against a woman's arm, and he quickly drew back, embarrassed.
âItâs okay,â she replied with a soft smile, smoothing out the crease on her sweater. Lando noticed the sparkle in her eyes, the gentle way she carried herself. She was around his age, and there was something about her that made him pause. âI should have been paying more attention,â she continued, a hint of a blush coloring her cheeks.
âNo, itâs my fault. I wasnât looking where I was going,â Lando said, smiling back. He felt a strange flutter in his chest, something he hadnât felt in a long time. âAre you alright?â
âYes, Iâm fine. Just startled,â she laughed lightly. âIâm here for an appointment,â she added, nodding towards the door Lando had just exited.
Lando recognized her. She had been in the waiting room a few times when he arrived for his sessions. They had exchanged polite nods before, but they had never spoken. There was something about her that intrigued himâa quiet presence that seemed to draw him in, even in the brief moments they shared in passing.
âSame here. I mean, I was just here for one,â Lando responded, feeling a bit awkward but curious about her. "I'm Lando," he introduced himself, offering his hand with a friendly grin.
"I'm Y/N," she replied, shaking his hand.
Lando nodded, feeling a flutter of excitement in his chest. "Nice to officially meet you, Y/N."
From that day on, their encounters in the waiting room became a highlight of Lando's visits. They started talking more, sharing little bits about their lives. He learned that Y/N was an artist, her world filled with colours and canvases, while she learned about his passion for racing and his struggles with the spotlight. He found solace in their conversations, a break from the chaos of his life.
Between visits, Lando found himself thinking about Y/N more and more. Her laugh, her kindness, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about something she loved. She was different from anyone he had ever met, and he found himself looking forward to their brief moments together, the connection they shared growing stronger with each passing day.
One day, after a particularly challenging race weekend, Lando walked into the psychologist's office, his thoughts swirling with frustration and disappointment. But as soon as he saw Y/N sitting there, his mood lifted. She was sketching something in her notebook, her focus intense.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, sliding into the seat next to her.
Y/N looked up, her face brightening when she saw him. "Hey, Lando. How did the race go?"
Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Not great, honestly. But seeing you here makes it a bit better." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.
Y/N blushed slightly, a smile tugging at her lips. "Thanks. I'm glad I can help, even if it's just a little."
Over the next few weeks, Lando's feelings for Y/N grew. He admired her strength, her resilience, and the way she approached life with a quiet courage that inspired him. And as he got to know her better, he realized he wanted to be more than just a friend to her.
It was after a particularly good race that Lando finally decided to take a leap. He had won, and the high of victory was still coursing through his veins as he walked into the psychologist's office, hoping to see Y/N.
To his delight, she was there, sitting in her usual spot, her face lighting up when she saw him. "Hey, Lando! I heard about the race. Congratulations!" she said, her excitement genuine.
"Thanks, Y/N," Lando said, his heart racing as he gathered the courage to say what he'd been thinking about for weeks. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."
Y/N's smile faltered slightly, her eyes flickering with a hint of apprehension. "Oh? What is it?"
Lando took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. This was itâthe moment he had been building up to ever since he first met her. "I was wondering⌠would you like to go out with me sometime? Like, on a date?"
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and for a long, agonizing moment, she was silent. Lando's stomach twisted, anxiety gnawing at him as he wondered if he had misread all the signs. Had he pushed too far, too fast?
Finally, Y/N spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "Lando, I⌠I really like you, butâŚ"
"But what?" he asked gently, his brow furrowing in concern. Her hesitation made his heart clench, his mind racing through every possible reason she might be pulling away.
Y/N looked down at her hands, her fingers nervously twisting together. Her eyes were shadowed with fear, a fear she had tried so hard to keep hidden. "I come here because⌠I'm scared of falling in love. Iâve been hurt before, and I donât want to get my heart broken again. I⌠I didnât expect to feel this way about anyone, especially not you."
Her confession hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of her past. Landoâs chest tightened, his heart aching for her. He could see how much it cost her to say those words, to admit to the pain that still lingered in her heart.
Lando reached out, his fingers gently brushing against hers before he took her hand, holding it tenderly in his. "I understand, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with empathy. "I know how it feels to be scared, to worry that opening up will just lead to more hurt. But I promise you, I would never intentionally hurt you. If you give me a chance, Iâll do everything I can to make sure you never feel that way again."
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with tears she was trying so hard to hold back. There was a wariness in her gaze, a deep-seated fear of letting herself believe in the possibility of something good, something real. "You really mean that?"
"I do," Lando replied earnestly, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I like you a lot, Y/N. More than I thought possible. And I think we could be great together. But I donât want to rush you or push you into anything youâre not ready for."
Y/N's breath hitched, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She wanted to believe him, to trust in his words and in the warmth she felt whenever he was near. But the scars of her past were still fresh, the fear of falling only to be caught by nothing but empty air still too real. She bit her lip, trying to steady herself.
She hesitated, the words catching in her throat as she tried to find the courage to let herself take this leap. Her heart pounded in her chest, torn between the desire to protect herself and the yearning to let herself hope again. As she looked into Lando's eyes, she saw the sincerity there, the raw, unguarded emotion that he had laid bare for her.
And despite the fear, despite the voice in her head screaming at her to pull back, to protect herself, she felt a spark of something elseâa small, fragile spark of courage. A tiny flame of hope that maybe, just maybe, this could be something different. Something worth risking her heart for.
"Okay," she said finally, her voice trembling with the weight of her decision. She squeezed his hand, holding on to him as if he were the lifeline she needed. "I'll give it a go. But please⌠be patient with me. Iâm scared, Lando. Really scared."
Lando's face softened, his expression one of tender understanding. "I promise, Y/N. Iâll be here, every step of the way. Weâll take it slow, as slow as you need. One step at a time, okay?"
Y/N nodded, a tear slipping down her cheek as she let herself believe, just for a moment, that maybe she didnât have to face her fears alone. "One step at a time."
And as they sat there, hand in hand, their fingers intertwined, they both felt a surge of something newâsomething that was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating. It wasnât just about the promise of a date or the thrill of new romance; it was about finding comfort and courage in each other, about taking a chance on something that might just heal the wounds they both carried.
Together, they were ready to face whatever came next, one tentative, hopeful step at a time.
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