#but I do not apologize for what was said because I am right

[tusswrites]

Mr Steal Your Girl Man (j.ww) (Teaser)

Jeon Wonwoo x Female Reader ft. Jungkook as best friend

"After sharing some of the best moments in life with your best friend, you'd think your husband might feel a little jealous. Apparently, when Jungkook is involved, all rationality flies out the window. Turns out, you are the third wheel in this relationship with your husband."

genre: fluff, humor, angst ; rating : 16+ word count: <1k (teaser) warnings: wonwoo is the angry one in this teaser, even though the author is confused as to why. release date: coming soon credits: indi @wongyuseokie for this beautiful banner.. look how pretty! probably the first time my name is in a banner and i am still very shy about it lol author's note: this is set in the same universe as 'Taming The Tempest', but it can be read independently. please send an ask to be added to the tag list(better see an age in the bio)!

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“You know, I have had it with you and your attitude.” Wonwoo’s voice has that icy touch, which you know is teetering on the edge, dangerously close before he bursts into flames, so you must tread carefully. In such circumstances, making your boyfriend lose it was the last thing you wanted. You hope your silence carries over how sorry you are. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?” He was beyond livid, the stillness in your words causing him agitation. It was never that serious or deep. Why your boyfriend was being this dramatic over a silly scene is beyond your understanding. “SILLY?” he roars, and oh no, you must have said that part aloud and pushed Wonwoo over the edge because you can hear his voice thundering the last consonant, making every hair in you prickle up. You hadn’t meant to say that. Not out into the open anyway.

“No, no, don’t try to wedge your way out of this; I need you to say whatever is in your mind right now. I can’t be reading your thoughts; I don’t want to play mind games, Y/N.” He rounds the corner of the bed, a strong hand over your hip before you act on your impulses and scoot away from where this hellbound conversation is taking you. He could read as much anyway, if the leg he puts over your thigh was any warning.

You could feel the pressure of his weight being wearied on you; it’s not every day Wonwoo does this to you. Unlike all the other men in your life, Wonwoo has always been oh so soft and delicate in how he handles you, even going as far as opening doors or taping the edges of the kitchen island to ease the bruises the sharp edge levies on your hips. So tonight, when he places that extra limb over your lap, locking you in before you run away, you gulp in several bucketfuls of air.

“Y/N? Are you going to say something?”

. 

You could take the easy way out of course. One apology in and your boyfriend will melt. He was always proud of you when you apologized, knowing fully well how much vulnerability it took for you to finally admit to your mistakes. Someone (Mingyu) would call it over the top. The way Wonwoo resorted to spoiling you when you issued an apology with your woebegone eyes, how he would buy you your favorite treats and kiss you silly. 

But right now, you feel no more repentance. Rage was brimming. Why the fuck was your boyfriend defending your best friend again?

“He deserved it” was all you could push out, still in fear of Wonwoo’s oncoming wrath but too stubborn to care or act upon it. 

Suffocating silence. The one that will get you squirmy and drive your instinct of flight, had it not been for his leg over yours, like a brand searing the wound. The wound that was your pride had caused.

And then, you heard it.

A low, dangerous murmur from him. “He deserved it…” He repeated your words as if testing them on his lips, scoffing at your tone to come up with squeaky lies to try to save yourself from this situation. His eyes, clouded with fury and blazing with dark hues at your audacity, locked onto yours, unblinking. “Say it again,” he growled, each word deliberate and heavy with venom. “Tell me why you think that.”

You were not stupid. Maybe a series of bad decisions and untimely judgments have landed you in hot waters, your rationality flying out the window when anger encompasses you. But you would be an absolute moron if you dared to reply to his rhetorical questions. Rhetorical according to you since answers to that will land you in deep waters.

“I’m waiting,” he said, his voice low but edged with frustration. “But I’m not going to keep asking. You know I don’t play your games, Y/N.”

Of Course, you knew that. You’d rather he didn’t

You felt the edge of his anger in how his body shifted, closing the space between you and making it impossible to escape. And then, before you could think, he moved—a hairbreadth away from your lips, his orbs blinking at you incessantly, silently urging you to give in and confess.

You sometimes wondered- did Wonwoo know just how much power he had over you? How no man can make you feel the way you do right now? The remorse and shame at past actions and the will to constantly please him? 

The heat of his breath was on your neck as his grip slowly tightened in a loose hold, fingers threading into your hair softly caressing it with an underlying threat. It wasn’t harsh, but it was commanding. Intimate in how it forced you to look at him and acknowledge the fire he was holding back.

This was Wonwoo threading onto waters you had never set sail before, his raw anger not hidden, his cheeks burning, his eyes forever in a state of confusion.  What had sparked such a massive fight that left Jungkook in tears and you seething?

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[theshiftingwitch]

"We're limited beings"

Disclaimer: this post is about the law of assumption. If you do not practice / believe in the law, then this post is not for you.

If you know anything about the law of assumption, then you should know by now that its first and only rule is that your thoughts create your reality. You hear that sentence all the time, and most of you understand it to a certain point.

So allow me to be as clear as I possibly can:

• If you believe that there's a certain higher power out there holding your manifestations from you because you don't deserve it or it's not the right time or it's not meant for you... That is a limiting belief.

• If you believe that astrology is anything other than a map you chose for yourself before you came into this reality, and it is dictating how your life will go and if you veer off the path or do anything outside of your chart limitations then the energies of the planets will punish you, that is a limiting belief.

• If you believe that the rules of this reality are the only ones that exist and that they are the reason you are not getting your manifestations, or that you are a limited being in any way, that is a limiting belief.

• If you believe that anything or anyone outside of yourself is the operant power in your own reality, rendering yourself a victim in a reality you chose, that is a limiting belief.

• If you believe that your guardian angels, guardian demons, spirit guides, or anything of the sort are withholding what you want from you because they know better and they are protecting you, that is a limiting belief.

• If you believe that the universe is not giving you what you want despite how many times you have affirmed or visualized or scripted, that is a limiting belief.

I do not claim to know everything about the universe because like most of you I am also here to learn, to grow, and to love. But this is coming from a practicing witch, astrologer, and shifter. Hear me when I say, the only limits that exist in this reality are the limits you put on yourself.

At the end of the day, the only law that matters is the law of oneness. You can practice the law of assumption, you can practice the law of attraction, you can practice the law of detachment... the only thing that matters is truly understanding that you are one with everything. You are one with the universe, you are one with spirit, you are one with God, you are one with your guardian angels and demons and spirit guides... you are the beginning and you are the end.

If you read this post, and you got this terrible lump in your throat or this aching feeling in your chest or this train of thoughts in your mind telling you that this is wrong and this is blasphemy and this is pure bullshit, you have a lot of limiting beliefs to work through. Do your Shadow work. Stop procrastinating, stop waiting for someone to come and hand you your manifestations, stop waiting for someone to come and save you. The only one who's going to save you is yourself because you are the only ONE.

Everything always works out in your favor because you said so.

PS: I'm sorry if this post or others before it sound like I am in a shitty mood or I'm being a bitch, Mars is in retrograde and I'm feeling confrontational and I never back out of a fight. (See what I did there? 😉 ) However I truly apologize if I did come off as anything other than kind and understanding throughout my previous posts including this one. I'm truly, sincerely only trying to help but some people keep pushing my buttons and I hate to see new shifters and new manifesters being exposed to wrong information and losing hope and motivation instead of learning their true power. The retrograde ends in February and I can't promise that I won't be confrontational ever again, I do have a Mars in Aries after all and that bitch is my chart ruler, (or pluto if you're a modern astrologer) but I do promise to take a deep breath before I engage in any sort of conversation whether here or on tiktok. I would hate to give you the assumption that I'm not here for you, or that you can't ask me anything, but truly understand that as long as you are being respectful I will answer whatever question you have and I will debate whatever matter you have on your mind. Thank you for being here, I love you guys so much and I hope you get everything you've ever wanted and more.

[callmemonster68]

JAKE - So Wrong and So Right ( smut )

Where Jake and Y/N live in an intense and provocative forbidden passion, where desire, pain, and surrender collide. So wrong to be together, but so right to fuck.

Pairing: Jake  X FemReader

Genre: Smut / Romance Dark

Warning: smut, destructive love, dark passion, pain and pleasure, , obsession, submission, toxic relationship, sexual innuendo, explicit sexual content, obscenity, vulgar language, smoking, emotional manipulation, toxic relationships, overstimulation, power dynamics, intense themes of desire, pain, suggestive, penetration, sadomasochism , masochism,explicit language, climax, sex

Note: I'm recently starting to write, and English is not my native language. I apologize for any mistakes and hope to improve my writing. Feedback is always welcome!

In an apartment in Seoul, the night advances, neon lights flickering through the blinds. Y/N, with heart-shaped glasses perched on her nose, smokes absentmindedly while soft music plays in the background. A knock at the door announces Jake. He steps inside, bringing with him the scent of gasoline and danger.

Y/N: (removing her glasses and looking at him with a wry smile) Took you long enough.

Jake: (leaning against the door and locking it) Always part of the game, isn’t it?

Y/N: (raising an eyebrow) What game? The one where you lie and I pretend to believe you?

Jake: (slowly approaching, his eyes burning into hers) That’s the one.

He takes the cigarette from her fingers, inhales deeply, and extinguishes it in the ashtray with a deliberate motion. She watches him, the tension between them rising.

Y/N: (whispering) You’re no good for me, Jake.

Jake: (with a crooked smile) Never said I was.

Y/N: (standing and walking to the window) But damn... I want you.

Jake: (following her, his voice low and rough) Because you like the risk. The fire. I make you feel alive, Y/N.

Y/N: (turning to face him, her voice heavy with anguish) But at what cost? Every time we’re together, I feel like I’m destroying myself...

Jake: (placing a hand on the wall beside her, leaning closer) And yet, you can’t say no to me.

A heavy silence fills the space. Y/N tries to look away, but he holds her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

Jake: (whispering) Let’s stop pretending. We both know this... is an addiction.

Y/N: (tears threatening to fall) You destroy me, Jake.

Jake: (gently touching her cheek) And yet, you save me.

They kiss urgently, like two storms colliding. The passion is overwhelming, but behind it lies an abyss of pain and fear. When they pull apart, S/N steps back, breathing deeply.

Y/N: (lowering her head) This will never work.

Jake: (intensely) Who said it has to?

She laughs bitterly, returning to the sofa. He watches her for a moment, as if memorizing every detail, before sitting beside her.

The silence is broken only by the soft music and the ticking of a clock. The tension in the apartment is almost palpable. Y/N glances at Jake, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. She lights another cigarette, her hands trembling slightly.

Jake: (taking the cigarette from her and extinguishing it again, this time without looking) You don’t need that right now.

Y/N: (crossing her arms, trying to hide how much he affects her) I don’t need a lot of things, yet here I am, with you.

Jake: (leaning back, his voice a whisper full of promises) Because deep down, you know I’m the only one who understands the chaos you hide.

Y/N: (laughing sarcastically) Understand? You understand nothing, Jake. You just exploit it. You feed on my insecurities, my weaknesses...

Jake: (interrupting, gripping her wrist firmly) And you do the same to me. That’s what keeps us tied together, isn’t it? The fact that we’re the same. Two addicts to something that should’ve never begun.

Y/N tries to pull her arm away, but he doesn’t let go. Their eyes meet again, and the air becomes too heavy to breathe.

Y/N: (defiant but trembling) Let me go, Jake.

Jake: (leaning closer, his voice deep) Do you want me to let go? Or do you want me to stay? Because so far, you’ve never asked me to leave.

Y/N: (gritting her teeth, her eyes glistening with unshed tears) Because I’m weak. And you know it.

Jake: (caressing her face with his free hand) It’s not weakness. It’s just... us. We’re broken, Y/N. But somehow, we fit.

He kisses her again, this time with an almost painful slowness, as if each touch were an unspoken apology.

Y/N: (whispering between his lips) This is wrong, Jake...

Jake: (his voice hoarse, his lips still brushing hers) I know. But tell me you don’t want it. Tell me to leave, and I will.

She hesitates, her tearful eyes locked on his. For a moment, it seems she might tell him to go. But then, she pulls him closer.

Y/N: (in an almost inaudible whisper) Stay.

Jake didn’t need more words. As soon as he heard that “Stay,” he pulled her against him, their breaths mingling in a chaotic rhythm. Their connection was both tender and consuming, their movements speaking of passion and the inevitability of their bond.

The night went on, leaving them entangled in the dangerous mix of love, lust, and pain. And when the dawn began to break, neither could tell where the fire ended and the ashes began.

Jake lifted her effortlessly, their mouths never fully separating as he carried her from the couch. He laid her down gently, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made her heart race. For a moment, he just looked at her, as if memorizing every detail.

Jake: You’re beautiful... (he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire and filled with admiration)

She pulled him closer, her hands exploring his body beneath his shirt. The warmth of his skin against her palms made her feel alive, as if this moment was all that existed. He responded by pulling off his shirt and sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the fabric slipping away to reveal her bare skin.

Their bodies fit together like they were made for one another, moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Jake took his time, exploring every inch of her, his hands trailing down to her wetness. His mouth found her breast, sucking gently, making her moan. He trailed kisses down her body, leaving her trembling beneath him.

Jake: So wet for me. (he said, his voice deep as he delivered a light slap to her dripping center)

He kissed her inner thighs before finally reaching her core. Pulling off her panties and tossing them aside, his hungry eyes locked onto her exposed heat. Without hesitation, he began licking her folds, obscene sounds filling the room as he sucked and licked her clit. His tongue worked her into spasms, her back arching as she neared her release. But just as she was about to come, Jake pulled away.

Jake: You’ve been so bad to me, always telling me how wrong we are for each other. Maybe you don’t deserve to come. (he said, his tone mocking as he pouted playfully)

Y/N: Please, Jake, for fuck’s sake, you can’t leave me like this. (she almost screamed, frustration bringing tears to her eyes)

Jake: Alright, if you want it that bad... beg for it. (he said, sitting back on the couch with his arms crossed)

Y/N: Dammit. (she said, standing in front of him) What do you want me to do?

Jake: I already said, beg. (he replied casually)

Y/N: Please!? (mockingly)

Jake: I guess you don’t want it that much after all. (he said, leaning back further)

Y/N: Fine. Shim Jaeyoon, would you please fuck me senseless until I can’t think anymore? (she said sarcastically, pressing her hands together as if in prayer)

Jake: Now that’s more like it. (he said as he stood)

Jake pulled her into a fiery kiss, his hands gripping her waist. As they kissed, he spun her around and bent her over the armrest of the couch with no gentleness.

Jake: Spread your legs! (he ordered)

Y/N obeyed instantly. Without warning, he thrust into her in one swift motion, filling her deeply. His right hand gripped her hair, pulling it back roughly, but not as forcefully as his thrusts—wild, hard, and fast. He yanked her hair harder, making her lift her head to meet his gaze.

Jake: Open your mouth! (he growled)

Y/N obeyed, confused but lost in the overwhelming pleasure. As her mouth opened, Jake spit into it.

Jake: Swallow it! I’ll give you everything, and you, like the good slut you are, will take it. (his tone savage)

Y/N swallowed. The vulgarity of the act, combined with his filthy words, made her walls clench tighter around his thick cock. He continued pounding into her without mercy, delivering sharp slaps to her exposed ass, leaving red marks. Each slap was met with a loud moan from S/N, who was teetering on the edge.

Jake: Look at you, begging to be fucked but unable to handle it. (he teased, delivering another slap)

That was all it took for Y/N to come undone, her arms giving out as her upper body collapsed onto the couch. Her ass remained raised, her body trembling and her mind blank. All she could do was cry out as Jake kept going.

Y/N: It’s too much, it’s too much... I can’t take it. (she sobbed, breathless)

Jake: It’s over when I say it’s over. Now be a good cum dump and let me finish. (his voice emotionless, though he was nearly out of breath)

As if his relentless thrusts weren’t enough, his hand found her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, overstimulating her. S/N cried from exhaustion and pleasure, unable to control the tears streaming down her face.

Jake: That’s it, I give, you take, and you’re grateful! (his voice cracking)

A few more thrusts and Jake finally came, triggering a second orgasm in S/N. He stayed inside her for a moment, waiting for their breathing to stabilize. Then they adjusted on the couch, S/N resting her head on Jake’s shoulder as he gently stroked her hair.

Jake: You’re so good for me. No matter how painful this is, it’s worth it. (he said softly, almost soothingly)

Y/N: Yeah, we’re so good at being so wrong. (her voice sweet and sleepy)

She felt every emotion in every touch: the burning desire, the regret for the circumstances that brought them here, and the love neither dared to admit aloud. Their bodies moved together in an instinctive rhythm, while the outside world faded away.

As dawn began to break, Y/N turned in bed, watching Jake light a cigarette by the window.

Y/N: (breaking the silence) This will kill us, won’t it?

Jake: (exhaling smoke, his eyes fixed on the horizon) Probably.

She laughed softly, though sadness lingered in her eyes. He watched her for a moment before returning to bed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

Jake: (his voice low) But if we’re going to die, at least it’ll be together.

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[witchygagirlwrites]

Consider me Gone-Part 4

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz x Reader x Jay Halstead/ Gerstead x Reader

What's worse? Someone you love being out of your reach? Or them being close yet further away than they've ever been?

After you finally got Mouse and Jay to go home and profusely apologized to Maggie for the intrusion even though she told you multiple times it didn’t bother her and that she understood why they had taken over her porch you were about to attempt sleep when Ethan called you. Crap, you’d forgotten the meeting. “Hey Ethan. I am so sorry I forgot the meeting. Is there one tomorrow or the next night? I really need to get into one but I had a lot going on”

He chuckled lightly “Yeah I came by Maggies to check on you” you groaned “Did they say anything rude to you? Because I swear I will get dressed right now and go kick their asses” he laughed “Easy ranger, they were civil enough. We just talked” “Good” you breathed, feeling your shoulders relax a bit to know they weren’t rude to the one person you had who knew exactly what you’d been through and was in your corner on that. “How ya feeling after seeing them? You have laid eyes on them for what, a week?”

“Yeah. I don’t know… how would you feel if it was April?” “That good huh?” he replied and you laughed lightly “Yeah. The only way I got them to leave is by telling them I would consider talking to them” “If it’s weighing on your mind you need to get it off. You’re carrying enough” he offered and you smiled slightly “Wise words Dr Choi” he spoke away from the phone then said “April said if you need her to call and that she loves you” “Tell her I will and I love her”

After you hung up with Ethan you still couldn’t sleep so you texted Erin Babe, you up? And she replied for you? Always you smiled and texted back Can we meet for breakfast before work? You laid back on the couch and leaned your head back on the pillow as your phone chimed Ok but I’m buying the pretty little trauma nurse her food

After you’d had breakfast with Erin the shadows in your head felt a little less dark. There was something about having someone who’d fallen down into her own hole and dug herself up right at your side that helped. She listened to everything you had to say, offered her opinion and never judged you. 

You had come to a decision so at lunch time you unlocked your phone, ignoring where Mouse had hacked it days before and changed the wallpaper to a photo of you, him and Jay and clicked the group text thread. There were dozens of texts from both of them, some you’d read others you’d just swiped so the new message alert would go away. 

You took a deep breath and typed You know that diner down from the precinct? Within seconds messages from them both popped up M:Yeah?  J:Yeah?  You hesitated before replying My shift ends at 6. I’ll meet you there at 6:30 ao we can talk you didn’t wait to see their answers right then you just locked your phone and slid it into your scrub pocket then heard Crocket call your name so happily you had an excuse to fall right back into work. 

BORDER

Jay and Mouse both sat staring at their phones. “I’m reading this right, aren’t I?” Jay asked and Mouse nodded slowly “She wants to talk to us” the only question was what did you want to talk about? “Is she telling us to stay away from her for good?” Mouse asked quietly and Jay shrugged “Your guess is as good as mine. The only person here that would know would be Erin. Hell I heard her telling Al she met her for breakfast. Not like she’s telling us anything though”

“Can you blame any of them for choosing her over us?” Mouse asked, cutting his eyes at him. Jay shook his head “No, I didn’t mean to ever make her think what she went through didn’t matter. How do you think I feel every time I see her without a shirt and know those scars are there because she chose to pull me out?” “How do you think I feel, especially knowing she came here looking for comfort after having a panic attack because of my OD?” Mouse questioned and both men fell silent.

Jay stood up and slapped his leg “C’mon. We got work to do. Sitting here wondering isn’t going to change what she plans to tell us” Mouse nodded, standing up and following Jay out of the tech room and upstairs.

When you finally sat down in your car you pulled out your phone to check the text thread J:We’ll meet you there baby  M:We’ll be waiting sweetheart you shook your head at the names. Yeah this was going to be interesting to say the least but you had to take this step, especially after their performance at Maggies. You were not about to inconvenience your friends like that, not when your name was still on that damn mortgage.

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You spotted Jay’s truck and parked next to it. You almost checked your reflection in the mirror then remembered it didn’t really matter. You climbed out of the car and headed for the door. The moment you stepped inside you spotted the two of them. They were sitting in a booth in the corner and their eyes locked onto yours. Same as that day you were introduced to the unit. Sky blue eyes and seafoam blue staring you down. 

You took a deep breath and walked towards them. They both stood up when you got closer but you shook your head “Just sit down. Damn” a slight smile slipped onto both of their faces as they sat down. The moment you were across from them the waitress brought over coffee. You raised an eyebrow and Mouse shrugged “I thought you may need some after a shift” 

“Thank you” you spoke low before making the coffee to your taste. You took a sip before finally raising your eyes to meet theirs. “Do you know how bad that pissed me off, you coming to Maggies like that? Not only did you intrude on my privacy but you intruded on hers and you used CPD equipment to do so”

They dropped their gaze to the table but didn’t reply beyond that. “How am I supposed to stay anywhere when I know you two could show up at any given moment and refuse to leave?”

They didn’t raise their gaze so you knocked on the table “Hey, that wasn’t a rhetorical question. What the fuck am I supposed to do?” “Baby we didn’t know what else to do” Jay offered and Mouse met your eyes “Sweetheart just come home”

You swallowed hard “That’s what I’m here to talk to you about” you saw their eyes light up so you shook your head “Don’t do that. I’m not moving back in. My name is still on the mortgage, along with Jay’s. I’m going to come back and sleep in the guest bedroom until Jay can get the mortgage switched over completely in his name and at that time I can try to get a loan to get my own place then”

Mouse blinked fast a few times and you looked away because you knew he was trying to not cry. You couldn’t let him break your heart. You loved him and Jay so damn much but if they couldn’t meet you halfway, if you weren’t indeed the answer to their hearts then why stick around? You were in a battle with your own head half your days as is, all three of you were. Why be in a relationship that only one of you was in with both feet? 

“So we’re supposed to let the love of our lives sleep in the guest room and I’m supposed to go get your name off the mortgage so you can walk away from us?” Jay asked and anger flickered to life in your stomach as your eyes flew to his. 

Both of you had unshed tears shining in your eyes but your tempers were luckily winning out at the moment “Do you love me Jay? Really, do either of you actually love me? Or do you love the woman who has consistently saved your lives from the moment she met you? The one who ran into firefights to ensure you were ok. The one who disobeyed direct orders to get you two out of that humvee. The one who ran after you while you were fucking everything you could get your dick in to try to feel something just to make sure you weren’t getting yourself killed. The woman who dragged herself off a fucking cliffside in Tennesse when she could’ve ended her fucking pain to come home to Chicago to help yours? The woman who went in a window to find Greg half dead on the floor and didn’t care that he threw up all over her only winter coat? The woman who has put you two back together time and again? Do you fucking love me or do you love being saved?”

“We love you” they spoke in unison, voices low. You nodded slowly “Then do this and prove it. Give me a roof over my head until I can provide myself one. That’s all I ask of you” 

Jay nodded first “Ok” Mouse dropped his gaze to his hands “Ok” you nodded “Ok. Now, can we leave? I’m not hungry and I don’t want to be in public”

“Of course” Jay spoke and you looked from him to Mouse, gaze lingering on Mouse. You’d held him in your lap begging him to stay awake, stay breathing. He had Jay, he’d make sure he stayed ok. 

“When we get there, I’m just there. I don’t want to talk. I don’t need anything from either of you. Act like I don’t exist” Mouse raised his eyes to you and you could see the tears in them “How are we supposed to have you there and act like you’re not?” you shrugged “It’s that or I have nowhere else to go” 

He shook his head then cut his eyes at Jay. They shared a long look before Mouse nodded “Ok”

“So we just act like she’s not there?” Mouse asked as Jay’s truck followed your tail lights in the direction of your place. “What other option do we have Greg? It’s that or she’s couch surfing or worse. Do you want her to leave Chicago?”

“Of course I don’t but can you really tell me it’s gonna be a walk in the park for her to be there and not have any reaction to her?” Mouse asked and Jay shook his head “She’s coming home. She’ll come around and talk to us” “And if she doesn’t?” Mouse pushed but Jay just shook his head again “She will”

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You parked your car next to Jay’s truck and climbed out to get your duffle bag out of the trunk. Jay took a step towards you and you knew he meant to carry it but you shook your head. He stepped back and nodded. You hoisted it over your shoulder and walked up to the door. Mouse walked up next to you and simply held a key out “I’ll get your key out of the drawer in the kitchen later” 

“Thank you” you whispered before unlocking the door and pushing it open. You could feel their presence behind you and tears started to threaten your eyes. You shook your head and walked straight for the guest room without another glance backwards. If you looked and saw their faces, how broken you knew they looked..there was a chance you’d give in and if they couldn’t prove that they actually loved YOU not just their savior then you didn’t need to be there. Your energy could only last so far burning it off.

 You closed the door and locked it behind you. The lock wasn’t for them. No matter what you trusted those two men with your life. The lock was to give yourself those few extra seconds worth of thought.

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Jay and Mouse stood in the center of the living room staring at the guest bedroom. “How do we prove that we love her?” Jay asked, your words echoing in his mind. You thought they didn’t love you. You thought that they only loved that you always saved them. The memories of you fighting some woman he’d taken to bed because her husband had beat his ass when he’d caught him drunk flashed through his mind along with that damned cliff..that cliff that almost took you from them..the darkest time for you. They had to prove it to you.

Mouse remained quiet, memories of you arguing with your C.O. The day of the convoy flashed through his mind because he’d still been semi conscious. How you’d told them they were welcomed to court marshal you but you were saving your boys first. The pain in your eyes when he’d woke up in your lap, how he’d apologized for throwing up on you but you’d shook your head and told him “No, I want you to get that crap out of you”

You thought that they didn’t love you, that they only loved you for what you’d done for them and that crushed him along with the memories of that fucking cliff..they came so close to losing you.

“We don’t give up on her like she’s never given up on us” Mouse answered finally after a moment and Jay nodded.

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Jay and Mouse had dozed off somewhere around midnight when the sound of your scream broke through the silence in the apartment. Both men were on their feet and moving without having to say a word to each other. They scanned the living room, front door, guest bedroom door. Did someone come in your window?

They moved towards it and Jay reared back to kick the door in when you made another low pitched whining sound. “Jay, wait!” Mouse stopped him. “She’s hurt!” Jay argued and Mouse nodded towards the door “Listen” they pushed their ears to the door and listened “No no no…please…fucking breathe! Breathe dammit!”

“It’s a nightmare” Mouse spoke low, shoulders dropping as realization sat in at just how bad things were getting for you again. Jay wiped a hand across his face “Should we try to wake her up?” it was breaking both of them to hear you sobbing in your sleep and being helpless. “Let’s go back to sleep out here so if she happens to wake up and decide she wants to talk” Mouse offered and Jay nodded “Good idea”

You were used to not sleeping by this point because even when you slept you didn’t rest. You got up and dug around in your duffle to separate clean and dirty. You would do a load of laundry when the guys left for work, you had a night shift so you could go buy your own detergent and all later. 

You needed a shower. You gathered a bundle of clothes and opened the door. You did not expect Mouse to be asleep on the floor on one side and Jay to be asleep on the floor on the other side. What the actual hell? Didn’t matter. You needed to shower and either leave before they roused or be about to leave. The less time you were in close quarters with them the better because more than once when you woke up the night before, knowing they were that close you wanted them.

__________________

Mouse woke up when the hall bathroom door clicked shut. He glanced up and saw the guest bedroom door was cracked open. Ok, you were awake. He stood up, stretching as he did so and nudged Jay with his foot on the way to the kitchen “Wake up man”

Jay flinched awake “What?” Mouse nodded towards the hall bathroom “She’s up” Jay wiped hand along his face and nodded “You making coffee?” Mouse waved towards the coffee maker in front of him “No, I’m making waffles. What’s it look like” “Smartass” Jay grumbled.

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You stepped out of the shower and could hear Jay and Mouse’s voices coming from the kitchen. Your eyes closed for a moment. Ok, you were ok. You quickly dried off and got dressed. You could do this. Head held high. You put the towel in the hamper, it was the only one in it since this bathroom was rarely used.

You stepped into the hall and could feel their eyes on you. You walked towards the guest bedroom. “Morning” Jay spoke first and you didn’t respond. You’d meant it when you asked them to not speak to you. “Want some coffee?” Mouse asked and you walked into the guest room, closing the door behind yourself. 

You grabbed your keys and purse and slipped your shoes on before walking back out. You didn’t look their way as you walked out the door. You had to keep walking. 

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“We’re losing her more and more each day. You realize that, don’t you?” Mouse asked and Jay spun to face him “Dammit Greg, I know ok! I know. I fucked up thinking she was just angry. Do you honestly think this isn’t killing me too? That hearing her in pain and not being able to hold her for the first time in years isn’t ripping my heart out?”

Mouse felt his shoulder sag, he hadn’t meant to snap at Jay. They were both hurting, scared of losing you.  “She wouldn’t even look at us” he whispered and Jay nodded “I know, believe me I know” 

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You managed to make it far enough down the block you knew neither of them would see you before you had to pull over and park. The tears were blurring your vision a little too much. You were exhausted. The only time you could focus was when you were at work. It gave you a purpose, someone to help. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen back into that pattern yet here you were. A hull of yourself. For years it was you, Jay and Mouse. One stumbles and the other two pick them up but now you questioned everything. You felt alone, alienated. 

You leaned your head over on the steering wheel and sobbed. Your hands shook as you reached for the phone and hit Ethan’s number. He answered on the second ring “Hey” “When’s the closest meeting?” “Let me make a call. Where are you?” he asked and you swallowed hard “Just call me back, ok?”

You hung up and dropped the phone into your lap. You wanted Jay. You wanted Mouse. You wanted them to wrap their arms around you and convince you that you weren’t broken, that you weren’t a waste but now you even doubted their feelings on that.

@desimarie12

@alterna123

@fifitheragertot

@allisonargent144

[onyxcherri]

So everyone labels Silco as a bad dad(because he lied about why Vi was back) but he was also loving, right? I just thought of a reason as to WHY he lied and I’m questioning if he’s still a bad dad in my own opinion now!!

If I have to question my thoughts so do you!!

Run with me here, so Silco obviously has trust issues with being betrayed/left behind, right? For Jinx(whose issues also stemmed from this) grew into a mentality where she might be “replaced.” (We see it in her major crash out over seeing Vi and Cait). What if Silco developed the same way?

Someone he thought of as a BROTHER betrayed him and he didn’t even get an apology or anything. (obviously I’m not blaming Vander, I’m saying this in Silco’s pov). Why WOULDNT he also grow the same mentality over being betrayed(and from here stems being replaced)? He’s more than likely more subtle than Jinx because he wasn’t a child when he was betrayed, unlike her who has to process that so fucking young.

So when he lied to Jinx about why Vi was back, maybe (HUGE MAYBE) he was only trying to ensure that Jinx wouldnt “leave” him behind. If you were Silco, and you told your daughter that her sister was dead but apparently said sister is alive and back for Jinx, would you not assume that she would rush to Vi and never look back? And if he DOES think people(mostly Jinx ofc) would replace him….

ADDING ON, he already saw violence as the means of change (no judgment but still, killing is a big nono), the easiest and most efficient solution in his shoes is just get rid of Vi…without Jinx’s knowledge but he gets caught so he lies….

Sorry I was rambling, I had this thought at like 1 AM as to why he lied and I have to vent

[kittenfangirl20]

Adele didn’t want her children to find out what she had been put through. She looked in the direction where Vaggie ran off. She hoped that Charlie and Vaggie could work things out because they loved each other so much.

Adele: I am sorry that you found out about this, I didn’t want you to find out about this.

Charlie: You and dad are the last people that need to apologize, you are both victims of those evil people. I don’t know how they became angels when angels are supposed to be good.

Adele: I never understood why they became angels either. I hope you will talk to Vaggie, I don’t think she kept the fact that she was an angel from you out of spite.

Charlie: I need to think about that, I met Emily who was very nice and while Sera hid a lot of things, she seemed to have her heart in the right place. But I will try to talk to Vaggie when I get the chance.

Adele: Thank you.

Cain: I want to kill them for what they did to you mom.

Adele: They are much stronger than you, I don’t know what I would do if I lost you. Your father said he would avenge me.

Meanwhile with Vaggie she was crying when Alastor approached her.

Alastor: I know a secret to help you fight the Exorcists.

Vaggie: What?

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

(The Bride of Lucifer AU)

(This AU will have fem Adam who will be named Adele and my voice choice for her will be Idina Menzel who was the original Elphaba on Broadway and the voice of Elsa in the Frozen movies)

Long ago there was a golden city called Heaven ruled over by a benevolent being named God who created angels to bring light and goodness to all he created. His most powerful angel and most attractive angel was a being created from a morningstar that God named Lucifer Morningstar. Because he had God’s favor the other angels looked upon Lucifer with scorn wondering why he had the favor of God especially his twin brother Michael. Lucifer was lonely and made a wish to have someone he could love with all of his heart and would love him with all of their heart. One day God asked for Lucifer to come to Earth specifically the Garden of Eden, a special place that was full of life and peace.

Lucifer: You asked for me to come here Holy Father?

God moved aside and Lucifer was amazed at the beautiful being before him. She was a woman, but she wasn’t an angel. She had long brown hair that went to her knees. She had soft skin with a light tan and a light sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and nose. Her large eyes were honey brown framed by soft fluffy eyelashes. She was taller than Lucifer, but for some reason he didn’t mind. She had large breasts and curves at her hips giving her an hour glass figure. She was completely naked except for a veil made from spider silk used to weave webs and a crown made of flowers. God explained that this was a human woman named Adele, a new species he had created and she was to be Lucifer’s wife.

Lucifer: My wife?

God explained that usually humans would love and breed with other humans, but he made an exception with Adele because she was his greatest creation and Lucifer had wished for a companion. A wife was someone you made love to and she would bear children, Adele was made to love Lucifer and Lucifer would now love her as well. Lucifer then felt something enter his heart as he looked upon his bride and he knew it was love. He also felt his body react in a way he never felt before, a very good feeling that he realized was desire.

Adele: I hope I am to your liking because I am happy that I was created to love you.

Lucifer’s heart fluttered, even her voice was divine. God had Lucifer and Adele hold hands and say the vows that would forever bind them as husband and wife. They were then told to kiss which they both did eagerly. God said he was giving the newly married couple alone time to get to know each other in all ways before he would have some other angels come back to create another human couple.

Not only was Adele beautiful, but she was very smart in naming things in the garden and showing them to her husband. They had spent the whole day going around the garden looking at plants and animals, it was clear his bride loved nature.

Adele: I thought you would like this one the best, it's a yellow duck.

Lucifer smiled: It's adorable darling.

Adele smiled and held the little duckling close to her, she petted it with her finger. Lucifer couldn't take his eyes off of her, she was mesmerizing. She let the duckling go and turned to Lucifer.

Adele got a soft flush to her cheeks: Would...... Would you want to mate with me?

Lucifer felt his desire rise and he felt his dick twitch, something it's never done before.

Lucifer: I would love to.

Adele laid down on the soft lush green grass, her hair all around her and a shy look on her face as she spread her legs showing off the most delicate part of her body.

Lucifer removed his robe and hovered over her, hands on either side of her head and he slowly guided himself into her welcoming wet cavern. She took all of him, Adele gasped and moaned he felt so good and she felt so full.

He did what felt natural and thrusted into her as he kissed her lips, Adele held onto him, she never wanted to let him go.

Lucifer: You're so perfect, perfect for me.

Adele: Oh Luci.~

Lucifer reached down and played with her clit, something just told him to do so and it helped his bride climax, Adele spasmed around him and Lucifer moaned at the feeling. He came inside of her as deeply as he could.

Adele: I hope we made a baby.

Lucifer: Me too. I love you.

Adele: I love you too Luci.

They kissed again and gazed deeply into each other's eyes.

Adele: Say you'll always love me

Lucifer: I will love you always.

[qiu-yan]

in MDZS the novel, the innkeeper in Yunping mentions that people are too scared to go petition Yunmeng Jiang for help because someone once walked in on Sect Leader Jiang whipping a guy in the main hall, supposedly because the guy was a demonic cultivator.

[simcardiac-arrested]

can we talk about no way back. hi . Hello ! i want to talk about this (-1 HP) drawing (-1 HP) that you've made (-1 HP)(-1 HP)(-1 HP)

Hi. um. what if the cracks started showing

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out “Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

[martianmeerkat]

I'm going to respond to this only because I didn't even see it earlier. 1) we were both having the discussion, and I had posted the comments before realizing you had added another comment asking to move to reblogs. That was poor timing and had I seen it sooner I would've moved it sooner, however I had not seen it and therefore I apologize.

Another thing, I dont state Dany as the breaker of chains and mother of dragons as a political thing. I stated it with the intention of showing that she is strong and capable without being a martially trained warrior. Which is something that would be appreciated, formal education or not. I had hoped that's how it would be interpreted, but it seems that was not the case. My apologies for not being more clear.

I said this in the comments but it must've gotten lost somewhere or maybe it's another thing I wasn't clear on and therefore got muddled. I do not see Dany as a helpmate for Jon. I'm not particularly invested in the two of them being endgame of any sorts. As for Dany herself her character is extremely complex and contradictory to itself in a lot of ways that make sense for her character and all of the suffering she goes through. In no way am I trying to diminish everything she's gone through. I was unclear on that and therefore that is my fault.

On the sexist part, a few things. 1) I did not make any statement suggesting that men could not be covertly or overtly sexist, nor any statement that it was okay for them to do so. Apologies for not being clear on that. 2) I do not appreciate the "you are a drop in the pool of humanity" as it implies my own experiences are invalid, but that's fine, pop off. It's not about me anyways, I only mentioned it as an attempt to discuss that there is more than one way to be sexist, but I was not clear about that and therefore that point is moot. 3) I made no attempt to claim women are more sexist than men, though I can understand how that can come across from the way I worded things, and for that I apologize. Sexism is a struggle regardless of where the source comes from. 4) I have long been struggling of diving deep into the primary source of sexism and why it exists, and frankly it gets even more difficult and disheartening the deeper I go. It's hard to get through, but it is an effort years in the making. I do apologize for failing to get my scattered thoughts across in a more clear and structured manner that would be eligible for others to understand. 5) Whether you take this as disingenuous is up to you, that is your right to interpret this as you wish. I'm not going to make excuses for my words and actions, I will only apologize as I can tell this is troubling you, and for that, I am sorry.

For clarification because in the reblog this was continued, I will explain more along my thought process as best I can, but it is not necessary for you to read, and I will not judge you if you wish to stop reading here.

I referenced the world in which Jon lives as being sexist in order to try and address the fact that he would have been raised with sexist ideals, and as such that would cloud his judgement going forward. The way I see it, and have had experience with such in the real world, is that there is intentional sexism, and sexism by affiliation. When it is intentional, it is done with the express intent to cause harm, belittle, claim superiority over, manipulate, or otherwise use someone on basis of their gender/assigned sex. It is done with the express knowledge that what is being done is painful but willing to go through it anyways out of dislike for the individual whether on a personal basis or on virtue of being a part of a group one dislikes. Sexism by affiliation on the other hand is done without intention and without the knowledge that what is being done is causing harm. It needs to be addressed all the same, yes, because there is still harm done, but if anything can be used as a learning opportunity rather than an end all be all. If, after an attempt to educate, the behavior continues, then it is intentional and by all means, have at thee. If, after learning, the individual changes and the behavior does not continue, I see it as a byproduct of the world we live in and not a reflection of the individual's character. I, personally, am of the belief that it is better to give people the room to grow than to live in a world where a mistake made out of ignorance should color the rest of their life. I failed in getting this across, both in my discussion of Jon and Dany's character as well as my words to you directly. So I apologize for that as well.

The discussion very quickly got off course from the point that irritated me the most about Anon's post and I failed to keep my emotions in check and reread the comment before making it. In all actually, I can see the point Anon was initially making, and in part I can agree with some of what Anon was saying. There is a part of me that can't help but feel like there was a gross oversimplification of Dany's wants due to her conflicting desires as her story progresses, but for the sake of the initial point I will simply let that be. I do think the mention of the politics surrounding both Dany and Jon are necessary in critical discussions about their character, not because I view them as pawns in a game, but because a lot can be said about a person in how they respond to difficult challenges, and as such we learn about both characters via their political situations and not just their inner monologue. Which to me is important in understanding them as individuals, but I can understand if that's not how other people see it. I didn't really do a good job explaining that. Not that I made much of an attempt on that front regardless. I also think that the moral complications of both of their situations add a certain depth that is not mentioned much, often glossed over either in an attempt to ignore it or in an attempt to throw a label on them that doesn't quite fit when looked at the context as a whole. The situation with Gilly was not done because she was a woman or out of the belief that women were lesser and thus is not done out of sexism it was because of the lives in danger and a chance at preventing more to be lost. There are definitely elements of sexism present, because it does take place at the nights watch, a place where Gilly cannot remain for her own safety, which is definitely a consequence of a sexist society. But that is not a fault of Jon's. It is far from a good situation, and by no means does it make the choice good, but a choice had to be made regardless. Just as there are situations in Dany's chapters where she has made choices that if circumstances were different, would not have been a choice she made. Elements of the same forces she is fighting that are present in her own actions. But that doesn't make her the oppressor by default of having previously benefited from aspects of the oppressive system.

I feel like I'm probably just making this worse by responding at all, but I took my meds between when this discussion was started and when this response was made. That by no means excuses any of my actions or any offense that was made, but I do sincerely mean it when I say there was no intention to dismiss you personally or cause you any personal grief and that if I have done so, I am sorry. I think a personal trigger was hit and was taken out on you, which is by no means your fault and you do not have to apologize for defending your point. I hope you have a good night (or whatever time of day it is for you)

Jon Snow’s misogyny toward feminine women who brush their hair and wait for knights to rescue them vs. Daenerys being feminine and wanting a man to carry her off is another clear indication of how incompatible Jon is for her:

In her dream they had been man and wife, simple folk who lived a simple life in a tall stone house with a red door. — ADWD, Daenerys II

Starlight and seafoam, Dany thought, a wisp of silk that leaves my left breast bare for Daario’s delight. Oh, and flowers for my hair. —Daenerys IV, ADWD

In my Seven Kingdoms, knights go on quests to prove themselves worthy of the maiden that they love. — ADWD, Daenerys IV

How beautiful, the queen tried to tell herself, but inside her was some foolish little girl who could not help but look about for Daario. If he loved you, he would come and carry you off at swordpoint, as Rhaegar carried off his northern girl, the girl in her insisted, but the queen knew that was folly. — ADWD, Daenerys VII

Another proof that Snowstorm shippers just see Daenerys as a self insert and don’t really know, like, or enjoy her character. Daenerys is NOT a warrior woman. She’s never had the privilege of being militarily or martially trained or given weapons to duel with. She likes brushing her hair and keeping it clean and bathing, things Jon seems to take issue with women doing.

Daenerys is willowy and tiny in stature as well, not hardened and tall. Yet more proof she isn’t Jon’s type and is exactly the type of feminine woman Jon reviles and is repeatedly derisive and misogynistic toward in his POV.

And I hate Jon’s line because Daenerys is a vulnerable and young orphan girl who suffered severe abuse from her brother. She wants to be rescued and protected. I don’t care about what Jon wants, except when it conflicts with what Daenerys wants.

This is an actually pretty good point to consider. Has there actually been some evidence that Jon would "make an exception" towards Dany or otherwise value ttis aspect to her for jonerys/snowstorm fans?

[itspileofgoodthings]

that Bobby Bones interview with Taylor where he claims that the cookies she gave him made him sick and she tells him to stop lying is my Roman Empire because I can’t stop thinking about how, while keeping it still lighthearted enough for interview etiquette, she unequivocally shuts down his gaslighting and despicable toad behavior.

[orcelito]

Ykno the suckiest thing about being broken up with for someone else is that like. Well I'm doing generally fine, all things considered, but I Am kinda sad thinking about the things I've lost and all the casual affection that I can't have now.

But she's out there having all the affection she wants from her coworker, and it's just like. Damn this feels so skewed and SO unfair.

[kloss-karliee]

hearing his voice behind her, a bit of relief washed over her. "yeah, it's fine, i found the popcorn. i don't do that often, i swear. i'm normally a super calm human being. but... i couldn't find the popcorn!" she laughed nervously, thinking that she probably sounded like a crazy person.

"Oliver, it's fine. i get it, trust me, i do. you don't have to apologize. i promise i'm nothing special. i'm just me." she grabbed her glass of wine & took a good sip as she listened to his words. as he spoke her cheeks got flush. she had never heard anyone talk about her like that, with such sincerity & determination. this man truly wanted to get to know her & although they had just met, she felt like she wanted him to know her. she almost felt as if he had known her for the longest time. he just fit so perfectly in her life. it was fast, she couldn't deny that but she had never met someone so wonderful. she used to think that about Joshua but this somehow felt different. which was terrible to think because that was the father of her children. shaking that thought she opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it.

"I think this is a first... i honestly don't know what to say!" she spoke though a bit of a laugh. "that is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. i am at a loss for how i can even respond. it's just so sweet! taking things slow is probably the best option. i have a lot of... well, i wouldn't call them baggage, but that's what others would. i just don't want you to jump head first into this pool & regret it while you're on the plane going back to L.A.." as she said this she sauntered up towards him, giving him a small, gentle peck on his lips. "i just don't want you to regret anything that happens here." Karlie was nothing if not a kind hearted, caring, & she wanted nothing more than for the people she loved.

his statement about needing a drink made her laugh "sure! i can try to hunt down that whiskey. unless you'll be cool with a glass of wine. i've got plenty of that & i know right where it is." she spoke as she quickly topped off her glass off before throwing the popcorn bag into the microwave as she awaited his answer.

"Is everything okay?" Oliver asks softly once he really saw her. "I heard shouting..." He moved towards her and gave her a small smile, his hands in the pockets of his sweats. "About um what happened in the guest room... I want to apologize again. This is a new thing for me... at least um in recent years... And you... god I don't know what it is about you but you make my whole brain just shut down completely." Oliver cleared his throat.

"You want honesty and I'll be that with you, all I want to do is drink you in if that makes any sense. My body is craving you, I've never really felt that before. It's not like a lust thing either, because that I'm used it. It's like... I don't even know the word for it, which is crazy because I've just met you but all I want to do is be in the apartment and learn everything about you. Both mentally and psychically. I want to know what makes you ticks and how you feel in my arms. It's like I taste of you and now I need more. I know that I might feel this way and you might not which is totally fine and I totally okay with going at the speed in which you want to go. I am going to take the cue for how the rest of this weekend goes from you."

Oliver could feel his heart beating so fast he was sure it would pop out of chest. Yet he felt a big weight lift off his shoulders, he managed to get out what he was thinking in a kind of wordy way but hey at least he did it. He looked at the wine glass "I could really use a drink now" He laughed softly, moving his hand through his hair.

[henrychengtual]

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[katyspersonal]

^^^ I got this video recommended after watching a couple on UTDR dramas and it is honestly extremely spot on? I am impressed to hear a really thoughtful analysis from the "other side" of the situation, that addresses problems on both sides; creators being more worried about being shunned from the community than about what they did and damage-controlling what is said about them, but also strangers psychoanalyzing a person they don't know who is already irrational from fear and pain in bad faith.

I am not sure if anyone here finds it handy since I am against the idea of "building up platform" for as long as I remember (I even had instances of purging my following to remain small artist), and I've made sure to cultivate the audience (all ten of my fans xd) with the same mindset who just want to quietly chill with the friendly faces in the corners 🤔 But I never know when one of those "platform and community" kids is looking in my general direction, so why not xD And yes, it is certainly helpful from the side of the observer, to not judge the creators the wrong way. The brain biology bit is hella correct, again, I am impressed by how well it is explained!

[musical-chick-13]

ALSO now that I'm on the Complaint Train, I would love it if I could say, "This thing might be artistically good on other levels and if you like it, good for you have fun, but the gross way it talks about/handles mental illness is too much for me, to the point where I have to avoid watching/reading it for my own well-being" and people would go, "Yeah, that makes sense, you do you" instead of "Omg, you're so sensitive, lmao just get over it."