#he hung out with strong bad so i can’t talk bad abt him

[where1endandyoubeg1n]

i love tycho :)))

mmm yes i could tell from the other 20 asks you’ve sent to people about him

[thatdeadaquarius]

I was playing Genius Invocation yesterday, but out of nowhere this idea came to me like tge whispers of an old god.

How would the characters react to knowing they are the creator's favorite card? (Mine are Beidou and Ningguang, but if you are confortable, I would like to know yours as well)

AHDAALLL I HAVENT PLAYED TGI CARD GAME ENOUGH!! SO FOR NOW I RLLY LOVE THE WAY CYNO AND KAEYA'S ART LOOKS (tho diluc does look shmall in his hehe)

Thank you for your patience!! Sorry this is SO FUCKING late :0 and if it’s bad! i havent rlly liked my writing the past couple pieces, so i stuck with some fun headcanons i thought of while kicking me feet and twirling my hair over this question hehehe

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them only)

Planet: General SAGAU/Isekai Stuff :)

Orbit: Headcanons

Stars: Beidou, Ningguang, Kaeya, Cyno

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Cussing & Trigger Warnings: None Known.

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Beidou:

BIGGEST EGO BOOSTS OF HER LIFE LMAO

SHE WOULD LITERALLY SUBTLY FLEX EVERYTIME UR AROUND IM CRYINGGG

Every fucking port knows she’s a favored one, every goddamn pirate knows it atp, hell maybe even some abyss monsters at sea too-

(Kazuha’s happy for her, but also lowkey jealous)

literally got one of her cards framed and hung in her captain’s quarters, and insisted you sign it omfg-

Ningguang isnt surprised tbh, (she knows u like strong women lol)

Ningguang:

…she gives one of the most smug smirks of her entire fucking life.

All of Liyue is gushing for her, not that she isn’t also excited on the inside, she’s just more proud than anything on the outside/for appearances

Literally set up a whole date meeting that felt like it was about to turn into a goddamn wedding proposal

I’m talking giving handcarved furniture, household necessities but they’re in pretty colors that all match (like a gold tea kettle, gold throw blanket, etc.)

Full nine-yards different kinds of teas, cakes, and all accustomed to your taste

so if u dislike super sweet stuff there are more savory items, the teas can be more bitter, or if u love sweets, this woman is giving you a bakery basically every day for nearly 2 weeks, u dont have enough space in the cabinet for all these teas- help-

Kaeya:

so fucking smug on the outside, def brags about it in Angel’s Share and he’ll only just be tipsy he’s so fucking excited to talk abt it

whenever conversations end or get a lull, he just, “So anyway, our All-Powerful Guide, really likes my TCG card, maybe even above yours, Diluc…”

pls stop him he’s annoying Diluc, and slowly other patrons 😭 (there are bar rules posted on the wall, and Diluc adds one, not for the first time, specifically for Kaeya to stop talking about TCG while in the bar LMAO)

Now all Kaeya has to do is just pull out his card (cough he’s constantly got it in his pocket, the one he asked u to sign cough)

Rosaria just looks the other way like if she can’t see it it’s not real, Diluc will literally be in the middle of making a drink for one of them and just leave it halfdone and attend to somebody else, Venti’s eye twitches-

and the entire bar just groans too LMAOOO

(have a meme I made just for you <3 )

Cyno:

oh no.

Look what you’ve done, you’ve seduced the General Mahamatra!!

Take responsibility, play TCG with him every time you see him now lmao, the only reason all of Sumeru knows you like his card (which makes it all that more desirable to ppl who do play, and collectors)

is bc he talked to Tighnari about it for hourssss, and then it made it’s way down the grapevine, and if they didn’t find out that way, the other was just seeing the usually stern and formidable General Mahamatra nearly vibrate out of his headpiece when you come near him every time you visit

Cyno weirdly gains like, 20x the luck when ur either playing against him, or sitting watching him play someone else, he’s struggling to find partners tbh bc “you’re my lucky charm? Of course I’m winning more.”

When you initially told him about him being one of ur fav cards, he literally looked like there was a loading sign over his head… Then proceeded to nearly break your ribs hugging you so hard, and nearly take ur eye out with the ears on his headpiece lol

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Sorry if all my writings shit for these past 2 posts! Idk im just thinking its not so good rn and idk how to fix it-

anyway I’ve started playing Breath of the Wild over the past like 2-3 months I think, and it’s amazingggg

I may or may not be both getting gender envy and also a huge crush on Link help-

Safe Travels Wandering Lantern,

💀♒

♡the beloveds♡

An iced coffee? For me??

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[berriweb]

do you think you could do a platonic miles and y/n where the reader comes out as lesbian? like y/n hasn’t told anyone and she’s been struggling abt it and kinda closing off to miles. and how miles would react. if u can’t it’s ok! and thanks if you do :)

╰┈➤ ❝ that’s it? ❞

: ̗̀➛ ft. miles morales x fem! reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis. reader comes out to miles as lesbian

: ̗̀➛ a/n. my mind and soul simply gravitated to this request as soon as I saw it and instantly knew what to write I love it sm

n/n — nickname

Miles knew something was seriously up from the moment you asked to come over.

He was no expert at reading people or knowing what to do when it came to comforting someone, he couldn’t sense what was going through someone’s head or guess what emotions they were feeling from a glance, but he had been your best friend long enough to know you, and by association when there was something wrong and you weren’t telling him.

In the beginning Miles didn’t worry too much when you stopped wanting to hang out as often, it was around finals season and he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was because you were busy with school. He had his fair share of times where he’d been flaky due to his own personal matters (mostly due to Spider-Man business), he wasn’t going to take it personally, but then you started getting distant.

Scratching off his first assumption, he came to the conclusion that maybe something had happened to you instead. Trouble at home, a bad friend, a crush gone wrong? He’d tried going through every bad scenario in his head but none seemed applicable, and with you starting to close yourself off from him it was getting harder and harder for him to find out. He didn’t want to come off as too strong so he started to resort to subtly hinting that you could talk to him whenever the two of you would hang out.

Or at least he believed it was subtle, but awkwardly suggesting that the two of you start confessing anything that’s been trouble you, then insisting you go first and repeating how he was there to listen wasn’t exactly keeping his intentions low-key. Still, the effort was there and it was clear he had no ill will and was doing his best to try to help, but to no avail. When that eventually lead to you starting to avoid him all together unless unavoidable, Miles came to the conclusion that he must’ve done something.

N/N: ‘Can I come over?’

He felt his mouth dry as he stared down at the message that’d only just appeared in his recent notifications.

Miles had been cooped up in his room after the school day, hunching over his desk drawing for what was likely hours to occupy his hands and distract his mind. It’d only been a few weeks since the two of you had a proper conversation, but to him it might as well have been an eternity. By that point he’d accepted the fact that he’d been in the wrong and would simply have to wait for you to want to speak with him again to get a chance to properly apologize, but nevertheless he was still caught off guard when you suddenly texted him that afternoon wanting just that.

He frowned at his phone, sitting slouched in his chair and hastily tapping his marker against his desk. Even then, Miles could sense the abnormality in your tone with the dry message you’d sent, and he couldn’t help but silently wonder what could’ve possibly went wrong to warrant it.

After debating for what was probably far too long about how to respond, he chose what he assumed to be the safe route and sent a small ‘yep’ and a thumbs up emoji.

He didn’t bother to elaborate on anything else, by this point the two of you had hung out so often that you were familiar with where his home was and would stop by regularly, even getting approval from his parents for being one of his only respectable friends, though when your only competition was Ganke it wasn’t that hard to win them over.

He didn’t leave his room even after he’d noticed you’d read the message. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to be happy to see you, it’d been far too long since you’d seen each other outside of school, but part of him was worried that it’d only been initiated so that you could break it to him that your friendship was over when you arrived and he wouldn’t know what to think.

It was around half an hour later when he heard the familiar sound of the front door opening and his mother’s voice happily greeting the visitor, followed by a knock at his own bedroom door.

“You have a visitor~!”

When it swung open, his mom was beaming and you were standing sheepishly beside her. You’d walked in without a word, but as Miles stood to shut the door after you his mom paused, shooting him a look that sent shivers down his spine but sent a clear message that she could tell something was wrong and for him to tread carefully.

When he turned back to you, every apology he’d practiced and revised in his head was gone in an instant and he regretted not writing it down on cards beforehand. You’d sat on his bed, glancing around the room and studying the decor as if you hadn’t seen it many times before, unable to meet his gaze.

With every ounce of intelligence slowly draining out of his head, Miles’ idea of mending the situation was to say what first came to mind.

“I’m sorry!” He blurred out without thinking, and much louder than he had intended for it to come out.

At the very least it got your attention, nearly making you jump as you suddenly turned and looked at you, but the assumed anger he’d expect to cross your face never came. Instead, your eyebrows knitted together and the left was slightly raised, staring at him with confusion written all over your face.

“…for what?”

It was then Miles turn to look confused, followed by dumbfounded at your lack of understanding. That was a great question, actually. What was he sorry for?

“I, uh-” he stumbled over his words for a moment, standing awkwardly with his hand gestures doing no good at explaining his words for him. “For…I don’t know, actually.”

He let out a strained sigh. “I don’t know what I did but you’ve been acting real weird so I kinda figured I did something?” His explanation sounded more of a question than a statement, but he got his point across nonetheless, watching the guilt cross your face as you listen.

“Wha- no, Miles, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s not your fault, really,” you assured remorsefully, patting the spot next for you as an invitation for him to sit.

Miles let out a breathe he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, relieved at the revelation that he, in fact, had not been in the wrong, but as he accepted your gesture and sat down, he couldn’t help but wonder that if it wasn’t an issue with him, what was it? You must’ve recognized the puzzled expression on his face and realized what he was wondering.

“It’s…complicated. I was struggling with something and I didn’t mean to be so cold but I was worried and didn’t want to tell you in case you-” “Hey-”

Miles cut you off mid sentence, placing a hand on your shoulder with an expression that matched the sudden switch to serious and concern he displayed. “You don’t have to worry about that, you can tell me anything. What kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t? No judgement, I swear.”

You smiled at the genuine reassurance from him, only for him to immediately follow up and break the seriousness of the conversation. “-unless you were confessing to something crazy, I guess, like eating babies or kicking old people; in that case maybe I’d judge a little.”

He was satisfied with the laugh you cracked at the switch, it’d been a while since he’d seen you genuinely smile. When it subsided, he removed his hand and let you bring it back down to properly speak.

“Promise that you’ll be cool about this-” “Promise.” “-and won’t go blabbing to anyone-” “Done and done.” “-not a single soul.” “My lips are sealed.”

The anticipation was bubbling up within him and he nearly started fidgeting from it alone as he waited for you to explain what’d you’d been struggling with and upsetting your friendship for so long.

“…I’m a lesbian.”

Miles counted approximately 12 seconds of long, drawn out silence as the two of you stared at each other, you with an expectant and hesitant expression and him with a completely blank face, before your sharp inhale broke the silence and his head tilted slightly to the right, raising a brow.

“…that’s it?”

You blinked. Miles blinked.

“…yes?”

Miles was, once again, no expert at comforting people or responding to any serious conversation that normally would’ve been emotional, which would explain why rather than any normal route, he laughed.

You were left sitting there, more puzzled than ever before as he slapped a hand over his mouth to try and contain his fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

After he willed himself to calm down in a matter of seconds, Miles let out a deep breath and beamed at you.

“You thinking there would’ve been a problem if you’d told me this is what’s funny.” Miles playfully bumped your shoulder, and you could tell he was keeping the tone lighthearted despite the significance of his words. “I couldn’t care less if you like girls, no one else would or should either. If anything this is great! Eventually I’ll get to flex that I’m the first person you came out too!”

The sincerity of his words was enough to make you smile and almost completely forget your previous reluctance to bring this up to him in the first place. “Miles, you’re an idiot.” He frowned and exaggerated his motion as he slumped his shoulders. “But thank you, I really appreciate you, I mean that.” He cheered back up in an instant.

“Anytime.”

bonus:

“Hey does this mean I can talk about girls with you now too?”

“You already did that Miles.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same when I thought only I could like them. Maybe not though, you do have shitty taste.”

“Hey-!”

“What do you think of that girl in second period who sits in the corner? I think she’s pretty cute.”

“Eh, she’s alright I guess, but I’m more into your mom.”

“…okay, too far.”

“Worth it.”

[uwu-shinsou]

First,,,, CONGRATS ON 500 BB!! YOU DESERVED IT!! And uhhh if it's not much a bother can I request Shinsou Hitoshi with 6 and 13 (if it's alright! If youre not comfortable with doing it you can do whatever youre comfortable with, I care abt your well being more than the fic that Im requesting) and I dont really uh care if its hc or a drabble or smth cuz im inlove with anything and everything that you make! Again congrats! Have a nice day :))

Title: Whatever You Say

Prompt: Accidental Text, Hate-to-Love

Warning(s): Mild language

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: Drabble, working through feelings

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: THANK YOU ISSA!! 🥺💖I’m so glad you requested!! Bc I’m trying to keep these shorter like “drabbles” I had a hard time doing like,, full on hate to love so this is more like resentment to friends with implications of hidden feelings?? AHAHA but uhhh yeah, I hope you all enjoy 🥺and in case you missed it, my last year of college has started, so I will be updating less frequently, but I will still be around and writing and vibing!🤗

500 Event Masterlist

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Oh shit.

You flew down the hall, bursting into Kaminari’s bedroom without knocking. The blonde sat up quickly at your intrusion, but relaxed slightly upon seeing it was you.

“What’s up speed racer?” He joked, folding his legs up to make room for you on the bed. You walked up to the side of the bed, dropping your knees on the edge and falling forward face-down onto the covers.

“I messed up, Denki,” You groaned, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. “I sent a text to Shinsou-”

He let out a little snort. “Now that’s unusual.”

“Yeah,” You agreed. “Because it was a text that was not meant for him.” 

“It couldn’t have been that bad, right?” He asked, now a little nervous. You couldn’t blame him. You and Kaminari had clicked instantly at the beginning of your first year at U.A., and now you’d pretty much consider him your best friend, and you his. But come the end of first year, with the trial and following announcement that Shinsou Hitoshi, general ed student, would be transfering into the hero course- and more specifically- your class, Kaminari Denki had seemed to collect himself yet another best friend. 

And you had made your first rival.

You hadn’t wanted to. But when you had first heard about Shinsou’s quirk, people couldn’t help but compare it to yours. As long as you maintained skin to skin contact, you could command another person to do anything that you wanted. Paired with your athletic background (which started when you were young, at the insistence of your parents that it’d “prepare you for hero training”) you were clearly the superior “mind control” student. You didn’t understand why another one was needed in the hero course. Wasn’t he just fine being in the general course?

But of course he had to join class 2A, become Aizawa’s favorite, and start to steal the attention of your best friend.

But Kaminari was his own person, and he made his own choices about when he hung out with the two of you. It really wasn’t fair to put him in the middle of your mess of feelings. And even though he was Shinsou’s friend, you knew he would keep your secrets.

You turned onto your side to look at him. “Here just- read this.” You shoved your phone at him. He took it in his hand, his face contorting into a grimace as he read your mistake once, twice, three times.

“...Why the hell did you send him this?” You slapped your hands against your face in embarrassment and despair. He mockingly cleared his throat. “‘Can you believe purple hair beat me in today’s exercise? Why does he have to basically have my quirk? If he wasn’t so hot I’d be really pissed.’” Kaminari let out a whistle. “Wow, now there is a lot to unpack here, hun.”

You winced. “Yeah, that text was supposed to go to Mina, but I mean- fucking hell, I don’t know?” You ran your hands over your face. “I guess I somehow just clicked the wrong contact and instead it went to him! And it’s even worse that he hasn’t responded about it yet.” You’d never outright said to Shinsou that you disliked him, but you had to assume he knew, and felt the same way about you.

“I didn’t know you thought he was hot,” Kaminari said, wiggling his eyebrows. You launched a pillow at him that he ducked. 

“C’mon, anyone with a brain can see that he’s attractive,” You muttered. “It’s the same as Todoroki, or maybe Bakugou if you took away some of the attitude.”

He let out a sigh. “Yeah you’re right.” After a moment of silence he pressed your phone back into your hand. “Anyways, I think the best approach would be to sort it out face to face. Texting can make things too muddled sometimes.”

“Since when did you have so much wisdom?” 

He nudged you with a knee. “Hey, there’s a reason you came running to me.”

“I suppose you’re right.” It’ll probably be really awkward and not fun, but you should try to explain yourself in person.

Which is how you found yourself on the outskirts of the woods by the dorm buildings watching Shinsou workout, your presence still unnoticed as his back was turned to you. Kaminari had directed you here, knowing that his friend often trained here on his own. 

Suddenly he relaxed his stance, speaking without turning around. “What, you got more to say to me than what was in that text?”

You gritted your teeth at his words. What is up with his attitude!? “Yeah, well maybe I do.” You crossed your arms, shifting most of your weight onto one foot.

Shinsou glanced over his shoulder. “Sucks for you, I’m busy.” He reached down to the ground and slung his towel over his shoulder. “Since my quirk is clearly inferior to yours, I need to keep training.” You winced slightly at his words.

“Hey, I never said it like that-”

“Yeah, well you didn’t have to.” He sighed before turning to face you fully. “Look, I get it, you feel like I’m trying to take your spot here at U.A. Well just- don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll stay out of your way.”

As he began walking away, you found yourself stepping after him. “Shinsou, it’s not fair to phrase it that way.”

He stopped and turned to face you once more. “What do you know about ‘not fair’?” Shinsou took a step closer to you. “‘Not fair’ is getting into the general class, only to see someone just like me being praised for their power in the hero course. ‘Not fair’ is working as hard as I can to make my dreams come true, only to find out that I still have to compete against you. ‘Not fair’ is wanting to so desperately hate you for it all, but I can’t. Not when I see your strength, your power, your drive and ambition, and I can’t help but admire it. Admire you.” He let out a soft snort of mock amusement to himself. “I do kind of hate you for that, though.”

You stood there in silence. What do I even say to that? Shinsou watched you warily, waiting for a reaction.

“I don’t hate you, not really,” You said slowly. As good a place to start as any. “Resented you, yes, but hate is a strong word.” As you continued talking, your mouth let more and more words spill out, words you didn’t even know you had wanted to say. “And yeah, I was worried that you’d ‘take my spot’ or whatever, but I think that was the competitive nature of this school getting to me. They support friendly competition between students, but maybe I took that too much to heart.” You toed at the ground, slowly looking up to meet his eyes. “I was worried about you joining our class because I think you have amazing control over your quirk and you’re really talented. You really do have the potential to be an incredible hero. And I think… I’d like it better if we were friends, instead of pitting ourselves against each other.”

As you waited for Shinsou’s response, you started to get antsy. Why do I care so much about what he’s going to say?

Finally he answered. “Alright. Friends is a good place to start.” He held his hand out to you, as if to shake on it. Hesitatingly you reached out, your fingers firmly grasping his. He tightened his grip. “Should we also acknowledge that you said I was hot in your text?”

His words brought on a wave of nerves, and you yanked your hand back as if it were on fire. “That- That was a typo!” He began walking back towards the dorms with you hurrying to catch up to him.

As you matched his stride, he huffed out a laugh and sent you a knowing smile. “Sure, whatever you say.”

[holylulusworld]

I don't wanna love somebody else (3)

Request: Was thinking something angsty with Sebastian Stan & reader. His friend maybe tells him that she's not nice & is behind his fame & money so she's acting all nice. Once when she's talking abt someone else Seb thinks she's actually talking abt him. He acts cold towards her & throws her out on her b'day. He insults her in front of everyone & tells everyone how bad she is. She leaves the country & changes all the contacts. Seb sees her after 2yrs, with his child. Idk a happy ending??? 

This part got inspired by A Great Big World’s ‘I don't wanna love somebody else

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader, Chris Evans x Reader (platonic), OFC Matteo Christopher, OFC Loretta

Warnings: angst, sad reader, mentions of heartbreak/break-up, arguments, daddy!Sebastian

You love me not masterlist

Sebastian is pacing around Chris’s apartment. Glancing at his best friend, trying to convince him to give him your addressee or at least your phone number.

“Please, Chris.” Moving his hand over his face Sebastian sighs. “I only want to talk to her. It’s been over a week and she didn’t allow me to see my son, please.”

“Seb, I always respected your privacy, never even tried to get involved with your decisions. Only one time I tried to make you change your mind, the night Y/N gave birth to your son. I called you, told you she’s in the hospital, asking for you.” Chris is clearing his throat at the memory of you lie on the hospital bed, waiting for Sebastian to come.

“I thought she has a broken leg or something…” Sebastian whispers, feeling more guilt well up. “I didn’t know…”

“Sebastian, you hung up the phone before I could explain the situation. I tried to reach you again and you refused all my calls that night. What if she would’ve had an accident and was close to dying?” Now Sebastian’s eyes widen, and he let the tears fall.

“I…”

“Exactly! You wouldn’t have cared at all, Seb, too busy believing this lying bitch of a best friend. I tried to make you see your mistake, Y/N tried, hell even your parents tried to make you call her. They still can’t believe you treated her that badly.” Chris is glancing at his phone the moment Sebastian’s eyes land on it.

In a split-second he grabs Chris’s phone running out of the apartment to dial your number. He’s a panting mess but the sound of your voice let Sebastian’s heart flutter.

“Chris, is something wrong? I’m at the playground Matteo loves so much, you know, close to my house. Do you want to come around?” Not knowing what to do, Sebastian wants to imitate Chris's voice, but this would be wrong, and he clears his throat.

“Please don’t hang up, I stole Chris’s phone to hear your voice.” Sniffling Sebastian walks backward seeing Chris approach, angrily clenching his jaw. “I swear Chris will hit me right now. He had nothing to do with this.”

“Seb, please stop trying to get close to me. We are over for two years. This was your decision, not mine. I only try to live with the consequences of your actions. Find someone new to love…if you ever loved me at all…”

You end the phone call and Sebastian glances at the phone he stole from his friend, not knowing how to change your mind.

“Sebastian Stan give me back my phone! How old are you, dude? I swear if you hurt her…” Chris is angrily stalking toward his friend, shaking his head. “Give her some time!”

“She said I shall find someone new to love, if I ever loved her.” Sitting onto the sidewalk, looking at the phone in his hands Sebastian recalls the day he kicked you out of his life.

“I don't wanna love somebody else, Chris.” Sitting next to his friend Chris takes his phone out of Sebastian’s hands. “I don’t know if I’m the right one to give you advice. You are my best friend, but Y/N is my friend too. She’s been through too much over the last two years. I can’t let you hurt her again or force your way back into her life.”

“I know…”

“If you are honest about your intentions and if you still love this wonderful, smart and caring woman, you have to be patient and selfless this time. Give her time, only take what she offers and maybe you can have another chance, if not…” Chris sighs, squeezing his friend's shoulder. “You have to leave her alone.”

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“That’s great, baby boy.” You try to fake a smile watching your son building a castle of sand with Loretta. She came around to help you over the last week as you were a mess once again. 

Seeing Sarah, hearing the insults and hurtful words made you vulnerable. The worst is, you always hear your son calling Sebastian ‘dadda’ and it breaks your heart.

Then he calls you this morning and the knots you thought left your stomach are back once again. You can’t let this man back into your life but maybe your son deserves to get to know his father.

“Loretta? Your brother is a lawyer, right?”

“Si, one of the best. He studied at Harvard and works in New York.” Loretta is more than proud of her little brother, you can see it all over her face. “Why, Bella?”

“I need to know everything about custody, shared custody and the rights of a father. Sebastian has way more money and I don’t want to lose my baby if he wants sole custody…” Loretta’s eyes round, before she picks your son up. “Bella, I don’t think he will do so. I guess he only wants to get to know this little boy…”

“Do you think I should allow Sebastian to see his son? Matteo called him ‘daddy’ last week. I’m so confused and got no clue what to do know. I can’t forgive him for what he did, but my heart still wants to reach out for him…” Sniffling you take your son out of Loretta’s arms.

“The heart wants, what the heart wants, Bella. We can’t always agree with our stupid hearts.” Nodding you look at your son smiling up at you.

“Find a nice Italian man! They are hot men, strong men with strong hands…” Loretta swoons and you chuckle at her words.

Oh, I built a world around you

Oh, you had me in a dream,

I lived in every word you said

The stars had aligned

I thought that I found you

And I don't wanna love somebody else

“Can you call your brother and ask him to send me all the information I need? I want to be prepared, just in case…”

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Another week later Sebastian tries to leave the set when he bumps into one of the PAs, looking for him. “Mr. Stan, I’m sorry to disturb you but I got a letter for you.”

“Thank you.” Glancing at the letter Sebastian’s hands start trembling, that’s your signature. Heart beating a mile in a minute he rips the envelope open, there are only a few words written on the scented stationery.

We need to talk about Matteo, meet me at this place… That’s all Sebastian can read before he starts shaking. His vision is clouded by tears as he runs toward Chris standing in front of his trailer.

“She sends me a letter…” Voice raspy Sebastian hands his friend the letter but Chris doesn’t need to read it. You already talked about your plans. “I know, Seb. Y/N asked me for advice. I suggest you have a shower before you talk to her, you reek…”

“Okay…yeah…you’re right…”

Oh, I shouldn't go on hoping

Oh, that you will change your mind

And one day we could start again

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Nervously glancing at the flower he bought Sebastian knocks at your door. The moment you let him into your house his heart begins to race. Your hair is in a messy bun, you are wearing sweatpants and an old shirt, but you are the most beautiful thing he ever saw.

“These are for you…” He manages to choke out as you lead him into your living room, pointing toward some papers.

“I want to talk about custody, Sebastian. I asked a lawyer for advice and want you to sign some papers.” Sebastian’s face falls, as he sits onto your couch, nodding.

“Okay…”

“I will have sole custody for Matteo, and you will agree to these terms but…” Taking a deep breath you place a picture of your son onto the table. “I will allow you to see him. My job here is almost done. I got a better job offer in the States and will move back…”

“I sign everything you want me to if I can see my son…” Sebastian’s hands are shaking as he blindly grabs the papers to sign them. 

“You should ask a lawyer first, Seb. I don’t want to defraud you.” Glancing at Sebastian you shake your head when he signs the papers without thinking twice. 

“I know you won’t do such a thing, Y/N. I learned from my mistakes. Can I…” Clearing his throat he looks around your house. “See him, please. Only for a minute…”

“You can stay till dinner, then you must leave. Matteo needs to sleep early; he woke up in the middle of the night.” Walking out of the living room you show Sebastian your son’s room. “His room is at the last one on the right, next to my bedroom.”

“I can go in alone?” Searching your face Sebastian gulps hard seeing the hesitation in your eyes. This is hard for you and he doesn’t want to make it harder. “Or do you rather come with me? I mean…uh…you’re his mommy.”

“Okay…”

----

“Look at my big boy! Did you grow over the last week?” Matteo is showing his father the dog he got from him. “You like the dog?”

“He won’t let it go. Slept with it over the last week, even refused to let it go during lunch and got it dirty. I couldn’t wash it as my son decided to cry every time I tried to get hold of the dirty plushie.”

Sebastian can’t hold back the smile at the sight of his son playing with the dog he gave him. Matteo is squealing, walking toward his father to place the toy in his hands. Your breath hitches in your throat as not even you could take the plushie out of your son’s hands.

Watching your son playing with his father, squealing you know that this was the right decision, even if it breaks your heart being close to Sebastian your son needs his father.

“Y/N, can we talk later?” Sebastian asks hopefully glancing at you. Your heart wants to race but you press your hand onto your chest, taking deep breaths. “About Matteo…?”

“About us…” His blue eyes search your face as you refuse to look at him. “No. There is no us, Seb and there will never be an us again. You made me leave and this is how it ended. I will allow you to see, Matteo Christopher, nothing else…”

“Please…”

“Do you know how hard this is for me, Seb? Do you have the slightest idea of how it breaks me inside to see YOU next to the son you abandoned along with me? I can or rather I don’t want to talk about us as this is in the past.” Sebastian nods, remembering the advice Chris gave him.

“I’m sorry for asking.”

----

Watching your son sleep you look at the floor, picking up the dirty plushie. Next to it lies a piece of paper and your necklace. Sebastian must have let someone repair it. 

Your eyes fill with tears at the single line he wrote onto the paper: I don't wanna love somebody else.

Well I don't care if loneliness kills me

I don't wanna love somebody else

Oh, I thought that I could change you

Oh, I thought that we would be the greatest story that I tell

I know that it's time to tell you it's over

But I don't wanna love somebody else

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[sposp0]

this is j me rambling bc i have no one to talk to (i mean that’s basically this whole blog 😩) so feel free to skip lmao

i rly should stop watching creepy shit before bed omg... now i’m all freaked out & i’m tired but can’t sleep. i don’t get scared by things easily in the moment but as soon as it’s nighttime.... bruh the things i watched weren’t even like horror movies or anything it was just youtube videos talking ABOUT horror/scary stories. gotta love cadaber & wendigoon lol. but omg i’d watched the local 58 videos forever ago but then today i watched wendigoon’s video on it & it like unlocked the memory & now i keep thinking abt the real sleep one omg i’m so creeped out ah i should change the subject lol

i’m making diy platform boots!! i found some rly cool boots at the thrift store & i got some flip flops to make the platform part with so now i’m just waiting for the glue on the flip flops to dry. it kinda got fucked up bc the flip flops weren’t long enough for the shoe so i had to like stagger them? i’ll probably have to put more foam in it & maybe wood pieces, plus i’ll have to decorate it so the outside looks even... ugh. i hope we have everything we need bc i rly don’t wanna make my dad take me to the store again lol. but i’m excited for the shoes & the opportunity to do this lil project, it should be fun :) maybe i’ll order some lil spikes to decorate them with :0

my crush and i hung out yesterday like i talked abt, but i’ve been feeling mad guilty lmao. we played we’re not really strangers, and yk at the end of the game u give each other notes to read once you’ve parted ways. mine was basically just like “you’re really cool, you should be more confident! people like you! we should hang out more :)” & then his was like “you have one of the most beautiful souls on the planet. i’m so grateful we met and i hope we never lose this special connection. i love you bro” LIKE?????????????? ok first of all i’m rly happy abt their note bc omg we hardly know each other and he’s dropping the L-word, in a clearly platonic sense but that’s great i mean wow. but u can see why i feel guilty bc WHAT THE FUCK MY LETTER IS LITERALLY SO BASIC COMPARED TO HIS???? i feel so bad omg i would’ve written sumn like he did but i couldn’t rly think of anything in the moment & i didn’t wanna come on too strong but now i’m scared he thinks i don’t like him... omg... he got his 2nd covid vaccine friday btw so he still kinda feels like shit probably, but if he felt better we were gonna go thrift shopping this weekend. he hasn’t reached out tho so idk. i’m kinda scared to message them but i probably will soon j to check in abt the vaccine & let them know im not ghosting them or sumn lmao. we probably won’t get to go this weekend but i’m hoping we will next weekend maybe? idk bc i’m going back to hybrid school and covid is p bad at my school so i don’t wanna get him sick.. like ik he has the vaccine now but i’m still scared 💀 n e wayzzz next time we hang out i’m gonna maybe give them another note to open up when i leave to make up for how terrible the first one was. would that be awkward? idk i feel like it would either be rly sweet or kinda weird. maybe i’ll bring paper and stuff for him to write a note for me & that can be like a lil tradition for us, that’d be cute. ik ive ranted abt him for so long but i promise i’m not obsessed 💀 this is just the first time i’ve made a friend since elementary school & i also have a bit of a crush on him so i rly rly want things to go well. thus, i’m overthinking. ughhh. i rly hope things go well. i’m trying to let it just run its course but it’s so difficult. i rly care too much

ok jfc LONG post i apologize. idrk how to end this lmfao.. bye ig 😩

[herotheshiro]

this is gonna be the third time i blog abt this manga ever but haru no noroi (the 1st 2 times i talked abt this manga were not on this blog though, they were on my main blog which i doubt any of you know and i will not be sharing it sorry. although i am most active on this blog these days lol so maybe i should just say ‘fuck it’ and reblog those posts here so i can collect all my reviews in one place). i reread it again yesterday bc i was suddenly reminded of it and this time around i focused more on the dynamics of natsumi/tougo and haru ... for example, the messed up fact that tougo just did not love haru the same way she loved him ... i mean i think it was supposed to be a mirror of what happened with natsumi and haru’s biological parents and the implication that maybe haru would do the same thing that their mom did (i.e., eventually leave the dad and also her children behind bc there wasn’t truly any love bw the dad and mom), esp since tougo did not seem to ever be developing an interest in her. but that’s still really sad esp with the later development of haru realizing that tougo liked natsumi and thus she couldn’t grab hold of him for herself, and then the later stuff with natsumi and her stepmom where natsumi was like ‘maybe ... we could become a family fr despite starting our relationship kind of distant? but no ... i can’t stay in this house anymore. my dad doesn’t approve of me’ (also just thinking abt the dad all of a sudden. while this author does write strong female characters, the men are usually fuckers with toxic masculinity traits ... like when natsumi was like ‘i’ll tell my dad i’m moving out and also dating tougo. you [stepmom] and my lil bro should go hide somewhere else in the meantime’... that’s messed up)

i think the natsumi liking tougo development was not particularly strong/obvious ... like i know them hanging out together is due to tougo’s suggestion and she’s also trying to mourn haru but honestly not too sure why she felt so strongly abt him later. i guess it’s bc they hung out together a ton over a series of months and also the ‘oh they have a crush on me. i never thought of them like that but now that that concept of us potentially being together is in my mind ...’ and also natsumi was like ‘oh tougo is the only one who knows everything abt me, stuff that not even my family and friends know’ and you know what i just answered my own question. anyway the confession scene in the hospital: i didn’t have chills or anything reading it this time bc it’s like the 3rd time i’ve read it now but i still felt something when tougo was like ‘being with you exposes my desire. natsumi, i like you, i want you’ ...... (yes i looked it up and directly quoted that from the manga. it hit me so hard the first time i ever read the scene)

again, i like this manga bc i like the similar conflicts tougo and natsumi had about leaving their toxic families/environments and forging into the future on their own terms. and also how natsumi, previously always being the unwanted one, is finally wanted and desired... (this isn’t meant to be read as a ‘oh haha romance is super important!’ but just the concept of being valued when you haven’t been before) this reread, i was a lil like ‘oh uh... right. hm’ abt the “love triangle” happening where haru basically was sadly never really an option (i guess. i mean natsumi had so much emotional turmoil over her during her first relationship runthough with tougo that you could argue that she was indeed a major part of the triangle). i read through my 2 previous reviews before writing this and it’s interesting to see the different things i focused on during those 2 reads ... the 1st time around was me just consuming the story at face-value, the 2nd time around was me focusing on natsumi and tougo as individuals that eventually come to support each other. this 3rd time i feel like i was focusing on the story again (mainly bc it’s been a long time since my last read) and the romantic relationship ... i mean when someone dies, i feel like eventually the person left behind CAN and sometimes maybe should move on to date other ppl so that’s not where i have the issue but idk. it just feels sad here bc tougo didn’t really care that much abt haru... not that he was like ‘OK I’M IMMEDIATELY MOVING ON TO NATSUMI FUCK HARU’ but it just feels bad to read ... tougo is also kind of an asshole in general but that’s another thing. and then natsumi in the end being like ‘yeah part of the reason i’m moving out is bc ppl are definitely going to talk bad abt me bc i went and am dating my dead sister’s lover and i don’t want my fam to have shit talked abt them too’ which is sad (wow i am just saying ‘sad’ so many times). i mean i appreciate that the ending isn’t all sunshine and rainbows and they’re also like ‘yeah living with you is prob not gonna be a walk in the park/will be irritating, but this is the choice i want to make’ but also a part of me is like ‘damn .....’

there wasn’t really any point to this review/write-up. i just wanted to talk abt it bc the actual reason why i got reminded of it was bc my sibling was telling me abt a book they read where the mc, a woman, found out that her husband was actually having an affair with her brother (both husband and brother are dead so she was never able to confront them abt it or anything) and i thought of haru no noroi. which was why i was thinking a lot abt the relationship dynamics this time around, but i also want to say the aspects of this story that i like and thus why i like this manga despite the kind of weird social things going on with natsumi and tougo’s relationship. i mean it’s not really problematic since there’s no actual cheating going on but it still can rub ppl the wrong way a little... it did occur to me the weirdness of natsumi/tougo before but this time i focused more on it so... interesting readthrough this time around. 

EDIT: ok i just looked at the dates of my last 2 reviews and i literally read the manga for the first time and then reread it literally a month apart. and this next 3rd read is literally over 2 years later. jesus no wonder i had a different experience this time around bc i legit did have to focus more on remembering what the story actually was

[marvxlousqueen]

Ben Hardy- Domestic Bliss

requested by @thoughtlesspace Ok so it’s kinda weird but what if you did a fluff/angst fic where reader has a young daughter (like 3) and reader and Ben have only been dating for like a month and she hasn’t told him about her daughter bc it scares most guys off but one night she cancels a date bc her baby girl is sick but she tells Ben SHES sick so he surprises her and comes over with like soup and stuff and find out about the daughter and like immediately falls in love with her

word count: 1.6K

warnings: a little bit of angst, the rest is fluff, some cussing, soft ben, some shitty dialogue bc i have no idea how three year olds talk

A/N: I hope y’all like this! also i legit had to google what 3 year olds can do bc i don’t know anything abt children teheh, also reader chooses their own daughter’s name so :))

“I’m really sorry, Ben. I was looking forward to seeing you, but I don’t want to get you sick.” (Y/n) faked another cough into the phone, hoping it would make her story more convincing. 

“That’s alright, love. Just focus on getting better. I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

(Y/n) could feel Ben’s worry through the phone, knowing he was probably gnawing on his lip as he usually does when nervous or concerned.

“Of course. I can’t wait to see you again.”

After saying their goodbyes, (Y/n) hung up her phone throwing it on the bed next to her. 

“Mommy..” 

(Y/n) sat up from her bed, making her way into her daughter’s room, where she was laying in her tiny bed. 

“Mommy, my tummy hurts.”

(Y/n) took at seat next to her daughter, pulling her leg underneath her. “I know, baby, I know.” She pressed a kiss to her forehead, which was burning hot from the fever. “But the nice doctor said you just need some rest and a little medicine. It’ll be okay, baby.” 

The little girl groaned, pulling the covers higher. “Can I sleep?”

(Y/n) nodded, tucking her daughter in tighter. “Call me if you need anything, okay?” The small girl nodded before rolling over, almost immediately knocking out from exhaustion. 

(Y/n) knew she must’ve been tired. It was a tough week for both of them. (Y/n) often had to work late to make sure she could pay all her bills off, making (Y/d) have to stay late at her after school care program, giving them both late nights and less time together. Then when Ben asked (Y/n) to dinner on Tuesday for their third date, she knew she couldn’t pass up the chance, despite it being a school night for (Y/d). 

(Y/n)’s friends were always pushing her to make more time for herself and they were pushing even harder now after hearing about Ben, who was the first guy to really be interested in (Y/n) since her pregnancy. But that’s just because he doesn’t know, she thought to herself. 

(Y/n) felt awful for keeping everything with her daughter private, but she was sure that once Ben found out about all the baggage (Y/n) came with, he wouldn’t want her. Why would he? He’s becoming a fucking movie star, he doesn’t want to get tied down to some single mom. 

(Y/n) laid down on her bed after she tucked in (Y/d), finally realizing how tired she was too. It’s wasn’t easy, working a job and taking care of a kid by yourself. Over the past few weeks since she met Ben, (Y/n) often found herself dreaming about what it would be like if she did tell Ben and he was okay with the whole child thing.

She thought about (Y/d) being able to have a strong male presence in the house, someone else to support her and help her as she grows up. And of course (Y/n) thought about how life would get easier for her too. She wouldn’t have to rush out of work to get (Y/d) if she had Ben to help with carpool. Or how if her and Ben got serious and moved in together he could help with the cooking, the cleaning, the bills. He could help with everything.  

(Y/n) wanted that so much. Domestic bliss with Ben and (Y/d). Her daughter could have a father figure and (Y/n) could have romantically love in her life again.

She stopped her thoughts before she got ahead of herself. She would need to tell Ben first. Plus they had barely been dating for a month, there’s no way he has those sort of plans with her. 

He’s a celebrity, he’s not looking to settle down. Especially not with a broken family. 

(Y/n) felt herself start to spiral into what would happen if Ben didn’t like her after finding out about (Y/d). Would things end how they usually do? The guy saying he’s just “not ready” for a family. 

Her thoughts were interrupted yet again, but by the doorbell this time. (Y/n) rolled off the bed and made her way to the front door, popping her head into (Y/d)’s room first to check on her (she was still totally knocked out). 

(Y/n) unlocked the door and pulled it open, revealing Ben on the other side, dressed in a gray hoodie and some sweatpants to match. Even in his bummy outfit, he looked amazing. 

“Hey, (Y/n)! I brought you some soup and some movies we could watch, if that’s alright? I decided I really don’t care if I get sick, I just really wanted to see you.”

(Y/n) stood frozen, staring at the bag in Ben’s hand. Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck-

“Can I come in? Or.. is this a bad time?” Ben furrowed his eyes, getting a bit worried that he might’ve overstepped by stopping by without warning. He just couldn’t help himself, he was just so enamored with (Y/n). 

(Y/n) opened her mouth to answer him, trying to come up with a nice way of telling him he needs to leave. Before she could get the words out, she was interrupted by a fit of coughing from the back of the house. (Y/n) looked over her shoulder in the direction of (Y/d), knowing she needed to check on her, but not quite sure what to do about Ben. 

Ben looked behind her too, hoping to find the source of the noise. He felt his heart clench. “Is-is someone else here?” 

Even though they had never stated that they would be exclusive, Ben had hoped, actually more like prayed, that she wasn’t messing around with anyone else. He certainly wasn’t. He couldn’t get (Y/n) out of his head. The thought of her with someone else, especially after she cancelled on him, it hurt his heart too much. 

(Y/n) turned back to face him, “No! No one’s here.”

Ben found her eyes with his, “You sound like you’re lying..”

(Y/n) had no words, what was she supposed to do?

Ben chewed his lip, “I’m sorry I came by.. I shouldn’t have. I’ll.. talk to you later, I guess.”

(Y/n) grabbed his arm, “No, Ben. Please, I do want you to stay, I just..”

Do I tell him? Fuck- I can’t. I can’t. 

“You just have another guy over?” (Y/n) didn’t answer, too caught up in trying to find a way to take care of (Y/d) and spend time with Ben. 

When she didn’t answer, Ben bit down on his lip even harder, trying to stop the sinking feeling in his heart. “I know we never said we’d be exclusive, but I thought.. I just thought we hit it off quite well- maybe that was just me feeling that.” 

(Y/n) was confused, only hearing half of what Ben had said. “Wait what?”

Ben opened his mouth to respond before he was interrupted by the patter of feet on the floor. A little girl peaked out from behind (Y/n)’s legs, pulling on her pants. 

“Mommy, I want water. And my tummy still hurts.” (Y/n) crouched down to her daughter, pushing to hair out of her face from where she had been sleeping. 

“Okay, baby. Go sit, I’ll get you some water and medicine, okay?” (Y/d) dragged her feet to the couched before climbing up and wrapping a blanket around her, coughing into her elbow again. 

Ben stood frozen, starting at the tiny girl on the couch. (Y/n) stood back up, facing Ben. 

“What..? Who’s that?”

(Y/n) gulped, she hated this part. The part where every guy would dip on her after finding out about (Y/d). 

“That’s my daughter.. She’s sick so I had to stay and take care of her.”

Ben looked back at (Y/n), “You have a daughter? You didn’t tell me that.”

(Y/n) nodded a little. “I know and I’m sorry.”

“You should be.” (Y/n) heart dropped at his words. “I love kids, (Y/n)! Why wouldn’t you tell me? And she’s so cute. Looks just like you!” 

Ben walked towards the couch, squatting down in front of (Y/d). He put his hand out to shake her small one. 

“Hello there, (Y/d). I’m Ben and I must say I just love your eyes, you know? Looks just like your mum’s.” 

(Y/d) let out a giggle, the first happy noise (Y/n) heard her make all day. 

She shook his hand, stilling laughing. “Hear that mommy?”

(Y/n) felt a smile growing on her face, nodding slightly. 

He’s not leaving? He’s not leaving.

Ben stood back up, walking into the kitchen, getting (Y/d) the cup of water she had asked for before returning. He sat the water in front of (Y/d), then made his way back to (Y/n), wrapping his arms around her, burying his face in her neck.

He pulled away and saw that her eyes were getting glossy. “Are you alright, love?”

(Y/n) cleared her throat before wiping at her eyes. “You’re okay.. with this?”

Ben nodded quickly, “Of course, of course. She’s your daughter, she’s a part of you. I like you so much, why wouldn’t I like her?”

(Y/n) shrugged before falling into his arms again. He held her until they heard a rustling noise behind them. Looking over they saw (Y/d) rifling through the bag Ben had brought, which he left abandoned on the floor. 

“Hercules! You brought Hercules! Can we watch it?”

Ben smiled at the little girl, happily waving the movie around. “Sure! As long as your mum’s okay with that...?”

(Y/n) nodded, eyes still on Ben, shocked at how he was taking this news. “Sure, we can watch Hercules, but first let’s get you some more medicine.”

After struggling to get (Y/d) to drink the orange liquid, they all settled down on the couch, a blanket draped over them, the soup on the table. (Y/d) climbed up and squeezed herself in between Ben and (Y/n). 

(Y/n) looked over at Ben and (Y/d), who were chatting excitedly about the movie, big smiles on both their faces. 

Domestic bliss. 

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[tinalbion]

Could you write hcs for Leslie, Norman (Psycho), and Brahms with a Male s/o finding out he's getting leg braces? I'm really scared abt not being lovable now that my disabilities going to be obvious because of the braces o~o

Oh, honey, you will ALWAYS be lovable. Something like leg braces doesn't define who you are and these beautiful men know that. I'm always here to talk if you need it anon, you're still gonna be you ♡

Leslie

You were absolutely livid when you found out at your appointment that getting leg braces was the only option, and you had almost stormed out of the office, but your doctor knew it would be a difficult transition for you to get used to. You tried your best to convince her that you were fine, you didn't need them, but she assured you there were worse options to go with, especially later down the line. When you left, you immediately went to your boyfriend Leslie's place, the one place you would hopefully forget about your personal bullshit. 

Glen Echo was a small town occupied by very trusting people, Leslie somewhat being one of them, so his door was usually open. When you made your way inside, the entire house was quiet. You called out for him, but suddenly he was behind you and he scared you half to death. He laughed as you turned around and quickly swung at him, catching your arm as he wiggled his eyebrow.

"Nice try, babe, but not quick enough," he teased.

"What the hell, Leslie?!" you cried out in fear, "you almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Just means I'm getting better, right?" His carefree attitude was something that was rather charming to you, but you were in no mood to play around. He noticed your expression and tilted his head to look at you. "What's up? You don't seem too great right now."

"Yeah, I'm really not," you replied shortly. 

Leslie smirked and tapped on your shoulders with his slender fingers and bit his bottom lip, looking you deep in the eyes. "What's wrong, you know you gotta tell me. You're not really like this."

"It's not that important, really."

"Bullshit."

You scoffed and looked away, but quickly looked back to see those eyes, you were weak when he gave you that face. "My doctor appointment didn't go so well-"

"Do you want me to kill her?"

This made you chuckle and you shook your head in disbelief. "No, you idiot! I uh, well, would you love me even if something about me changed, like, physically?"

"What, like a a cosmetic surgery sort of thing? Because if that's the case, you really shouldn't because you know-"

"Leslie, I need to get leg braces," you finally spat out, cutting him off. "Because of all that crap I had to deal with, I'm now stuck with having to wear them for God knows how long. I'm going to look like a complete idiot."

Leslie threw his arm over your shoulder and hugged you to him as you almost started to cry. "Babe, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been a dick..." he sighed. "But you're wrong. Those things aren't gonna make you look like an idiot. That negative mindset is what's making you look like an idiot."

You looked up and glared at him. "Oh thanks."

He just laughed. "I'm serious! You can't think of it as a bad thing. They're gonna help, right? So let them work their magic and before you even know it, things will get easier. Besides, you're hot as hell with or without 'em." He gave you a large kiss on the side of your cheek and grinned.

"You know, sometimes you really do have great advice, when you're not talking out of your ass."

"Good thing this hasn't damaged your humor," he groaned playfully and began to pull you into the bedroom. "Come on hot stuff, we gotta work on that attitude of yours."

Norman 

Norman is the most understanding out of these three, and he will always support you when you're not feeling like yourself. 

When he finds out that you need leg braces, he sits you down and reminds you that there's absolutely nothing wrong with something like this, they're used to help you and have no way of defining who you are. 

You were still down about the entire situation, but he was really set on making you see how he had seen you. With some convincing, he walked you into the kitchen and watched as you leaned against the counter, your eyes staring down at your legs as you envisioned them in those horrid things.

"They're going to help you, you know," he lectured you with a stern voice, causing you to look up at him.

You shook your head and bit your lip before letting out a small sigh. "Yeah I know, but the last thing I need is some idiot calling me names because-"

"They won't."

He had his secrets sure, but you knew deep down that he could make anything happen. You had never doubted him before, there was no reason to this time. You stood there and sighed as you hung your head, but he reached forward and lifted your chin up to meet his gaze. "Hey, pick a dish. Anything you want, I'm making it tonight for you. I'll run a hot bath and make sure there's plenty of candles. Anything to help you relax." 

Norman was always so thoughtful, even when he thought Mother would disapprove, but because of you, the constant voice of hers that usually echoed loudly within his head had calmed. Norman did as he said and drew you a hot bath with your favorite scent, bubbles threatening to spill over the edge. He wanted you to relax while he began to cook your favorite dinner, and as you sink into the warmth of the water, you couldn't help but lay there for what seemed like hours. It was Norman who finally came upstairs and opened the door to check on you.

"You didn't respond," he panted, "I thought something happened." He greeted you with a towel and wrapped it around your body, hugging your form to his as he planted several drawn-out kisses along your shoulder. 

Of course, you apologized for scaring him, but you felt so relaxed, you couldn't help but nod off even if just for a moment. Norman shook his head but chuckled, happy to know you were feeling somewhat better about things. After dinner, he guided you to the living room where you would both watch a movie, but because your mind was still elsewhere, he stroked your hair and played with the locks as you finally broke down and told him everything about how you were feeling. 

"Whatever happens, it doesn't change who you are or who you have been, this is just a minor bump in the road. Obstacles will happen, but those things will help you, nothing more. If anything, this will help you build your character even further down the road, and you're already so strong, this will be nothing for you." With that, he placed a gentle kiss on your temple and smiled, your heart beating quickly as you looked into his eyes, knowing he meant every word.

Brahms

When things had settled down at the Manor after you had moved in with Brahms, you had transferred all of your records over to this new doctor you were set to see. You assured Brahms that you would only be a couple of hours at the very most, and you would pick up dinner on your way home. He whined a little, not wanting you to go, but he knew that it was something you needed to get out of the way.

After speaking with your new doctor, who seemed rather knowledgeable and kind, she seemed to point out a few abnormalities your previous doctor never caught up on. For safety, she had you take a couple of xrays to see if anything was out of place.

It took three hours for you to finally get home, and when you did with all of the food in hand, Brahms was there by the door within seconds to greet you. He leaned down and nuzzled the cold porcelain mask against your face.

"You're home," he sang happily.

You seemed distant and sad from what he could gather. "Yeah, I'll go and get dinner ready." You walked away, leaving him standing in confusion in the lobby, his brain turning with endless thoughts.

He crept in behind you moments later to find you standing in the kitchen, leaning against the sink with a blank expression on your face. His arms slid around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, his eyes peering out the window.

"What is it?" he asked in his sweetly toned voice, "are you alright?"

"I think so," you replied quietly as you turned to face him. "I don't know what's going to happen, but I had a bad day at the doctor's." You didn't want to talk about it and you weren't really sure how to explain it to your boyfriend, he was innocent and unknowing about many things, what would he even think about it?

"Tell me."

"I have something wrong with my legs," you started out slowly, "and I'll have to wear leg braces all the time." You watched him as his eyes darted down and broke eye contact with you, that's when you knew he was thinking. "I'll still be able to walk, it'll just be difficult for me to do, but I have no other options."

Brahms's hand lifted to your face as the back of his hand softly caressed your cheek, as if to tell you everything would be okay. "I'll help take care of you."

This made you smile and you quickly brought him to you as you wrapped your arms around him, leaning into his taller frame. You two stood that way for a while as his hands entangled themselves within your hair, not knowing how else to comfort you.

"Just... promise me one thing?" You asked as you pulled away to look at him, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. "Don't love me any less, okay?"

"I'd never dream of that," he scoffed, his voice echoing slightly beneath the mask as he placed his forehead against yours. "I will always love you."

[ingenves]

     ok its ya girl back at it, same deal ! if u wanna plot just HMU or LIKE THIS and i’ll come to you ! wes is my father & u can peep his pinterest board HERE !

     ⌈ chris pine, cismale, he/him ⌋ hey, is it WESLEY BIGELOW that you’re looking for? you know, the THIRTY-SIX year old CARPENTER. typically i see them hanging around GRISTOL DOCKS so you could try there! i hear they’ve been in living in PRINCETOWN for THIRTY-SIX YEARS. gristol wouldn’t be the same without them, right? anyway, whenever i see them they make me think of waking up before dawn, an old rowboat sitting in still water & a kitchen full of fresh produce.

tw: car accident & illness 

this mans has lived in town his entire life!!! his parents, william and rose bigelow owned a historic farm . willy & rose were high school sweethearts, a shotgun wedding joining them together after rose ended up pregnant with their first child at the age of 19. while rose’s parents were furious with their daughter for being so reckless, william’s father was more than happy to offer them a place to stay and lend a hand taking care of the baby that would soon be on the way.

despite the circumstances, wes was never treated as an accident or a mistake. he grew up in his grandpa’s farmhouse with a loving family. the bigelow family followed some pretty traditional gender roles. wes’ dad and his grandpa would wake at the crack of dawn and work out in the field until sunset while his mother hung around the house to take care of him, doing laundry, making dinner, taking him to the park, everything.

from a young age he was encouraged to help out on the farm but being the mama’s boy he was, he was far more eager to help his mom out with the cooking and the laundry. he was close with his grandfather as well, the two always working on little projects together like building a tree house, birdhouses, his own bee house………………….a lot of houses

but wes was never rly close with his father. william wasn’t much of an emotional or talkative guy, usually just sitting there in stern silence and working the day away. a bit of a scary guy despite not ever doing anything scary?? he’s just an ominous guy that doesn’t rly seem impressed by anything so wes never rly knew where he stood u know.

the one time wes ever really felt close to his father was when they would take little weekend fishing trips together, even though they didn’t really speak. just the fact that william took his time to teach wes how to do everything and didn’t get mad or frustrated when he lost a lure or let a fish go by accident was enough to like…..send the message. that was his way of showing his love u know.

the second bigelow child was welcomed when wes was a kid and while at first he was jealous that his new baby sister was getting all the attention, having a baby around the house was kind of fun. she’d make funny faces and funny noises and he grew to love her pretty quickly. he used to always say that his baby sister was the best thing that happened to him. when she got older, he taught her how to make mud pies and how to play pranks on grandpa who was a rly good sport, all things considered.

car accident & death tw !! the winter of ‘94 would prove to be the worst winter of wes’ entire life. on the way back home to pick up a christmas tree from a nearby farm, the family’s old pick up hit a patch of black ice and ended up flipped into a ditch. it was a bad wreck. luckily his grandpa and sister were safe at home during the time of the crash, but wes and his parents weren’t so lucky, his mother being the unluckiest of the bunch. they were stranded in the middle of the road for two hours before anyone showed up for help and by the time they arrived, it was too late for rose, who got the worst of the injuries. doa at the hospital while wes and his dad walked away with mostly minor injuries. that year, there was no christmas tree and no presents. christmas dinner was replaced with takeout and no one said a word.

illness & death tw !! not long after rose passed away, grandpa bigelow got some bad news. lung cancer that no one really saw coming. just a few months after the diagnosis they were having another funeral for another member of the bigelow clan.

it was a tough year, but they got through it. wes did his job to step up and do all the things his dad couldn’t do; all the things his mother taught him. he expected all of it to make his dad more closed off but it had the reverse effect and for the first time in his entire life, wes and his father had heart to heart conversations.

jump forward to high school and things finally felt like they were back to normal. william wasn’t dating yet but he wasn’t being all that anti-social, either.

wes discovered quickly he was the kind of person that other people liked and he was quite popular??? he made good grades, played football, dating the coolest girl in school (in his own opinion ofc), everything kind of fell into place for him in high school

and then after high school he…………didn’t rly know what to do asdj;fdksgfkdlj he never went to college and decided work around town doing odd jobs and saving some money so he could go off and travel and live his life as a young person craving adventure.

he was gone for abt a year or so before coming back home & he’s just been here ever since, doin his thing

started working with a family friend in his shop, doing what he loved and building things n working with his hands u know and hasn’t stopped doing what he loves ever since

he owns his own shop now & builds custom furniture 

the….personality section has Arrived

he’s quite the Charming guy but he talks WAY too much

definitely the kind of guy who will just…..talk about himself non-stop without even realizing it ?? he needs to get his Ego in check even after all these years smh

buT he’s very good at making conversation and is rly a friendly guy!!!! will talk and joke with anyone just because……why not ?? it makes his day when ppl talk to him so he will talk to u even if u dont feel the same way

highkey the kind of person to start up a random conversation w a stranger in the grocery story just because

lowkey uncomfortable with feelings and still isn’t super great at expressing emotions and his thoughts but ya boi is trying his best

but he’s rly good at picking up on signals. he can’t express his own emotions but he’s like….pretty in tune with other ppl

a very platonically affectionate guy. loves hugging his buddies and telling them how much he loves & appreciates them

and now for the lil extra tidbits

he’s got two dogs. a german shepherd named mulder & a pomeranian named scully sfddgfhgfg and he strategically uses his dogs to flirt w ladies when they’re out on a walk LMAO

he’s got a 6 year old daughter named aspen with a woman he is no longer dating ( im prob gna put this as a wc on the main so if u want this....hmu???? ) but they are still v close and spend a lot of time together & he loves aspen more than anything :’)

he’s very much a Dad. dad jokes all the time. endless shitty puns for everyonE

the man loves a turtleneck. he can’t keep his hands off a good ass sweater u know ??

he loves to cook and is v good at it, since he’s been cooking his entire life. he is the self-proclaimed kind of bbq and honestly???? he’s always throwing lil bbq parties & they are a hit :/  u know he be winning contests w his grilling bro

obviously.........a handyman. the house he lives in now, he built himself after tearing down the old on.  he built himself a nice big deck and everything so he can have a nice place to host bbqs and everyone will come compliment him on hard work and enjoy his fantastic recipes

he runs his own business building & selling furniture!!!! need a shelf installed??? give him a call. dog chewed up ur table leg??? give him a call. house burned down???? give him a call he’ll build u a new one.

what’s better than this ??????????? guys bein dudes

he rly likes going to the movies. lowkey loves disney but pretends he only cares bc his daughter likes it but……….u know he knows the words to every song

tragically heterosexual ://///////

he loves strong coffee & he loves beer & occasionally he loves a good book & a nice game of chess

did i mention he is such a dad bc………..he is such a dad

someone hold his rough sandpaper ass hands

[virginia-werewoolf]

Hello to all!!! It’s been a crazy few months and I haven’t had the time to really go on Tumblr much less post about everything going on in my life but i am going to today!!

I’m currently finishing up my senior year of high school and lemme tell u - it’s been wild!!! But so fun. This last Relay for Life was probably my favorite one yet & I wish I could just have one more. When I went my freshman & sophomore year I was still so, so shy and only talked to people I already knew. This year, though, I talked to the new speech & debate kids and they were some of the sweetest people I have met in high school!! I always get so nostalgic for speech and debate when I am around the newer kids in the club. I can’t lie - being in that club was the only time throughout my whole high school experience that I felt as though I was a part of something good. I quit because it did stress me out a bit and I wanted to join photography my sophomore year and just always kind of found an excuse not to go back after that (even though I always knew I should’ve). Prom was nice - we ate at the Venetian and danced our lil hearts out at Panis Hall. I felt moderately pretty. I got into an argument with my best friend, Vincent, that night - he’s been a real dick lately & I couldn’t put up w it anymore that night in the Red Rock parking lot!!! I have been holding a few grudges against him since then but this weekend I have gotten some time to think it over for the first time & I think I’ve made my peace with him!! After prom was the Disney trip - which has been a WILD ride for a few months now. There was a lot of fishy business going on w the stuco advisor but finally - LITERALLY 10 MINUTES BEFORE THE BUS LEFT - I got a seat on the bus!!!! I wasn’t ready at all because I didn’t want to pack a bunch & get excited just to end up having to go to math that day - but I had such a good time in my bummy school clothes & 2 best friends!!! Even if I didn’t get to take pictures and we didn’t get to finish exploring California adventure because we were all grumpy and tired. The bus ride with Vincent was so fun and I didn’t really think about all the things I was upset at him for. On the 24th, then, we had grad walk AND senior awards!! I did the travel grad walk with Ni-Ni and we got to go to our elementary and middle schools + pat diskin in our caps and gowns with all the current students lining the halls cheering us on!! It was so pure. The elementary schoolers were so so so cute n proud of us & it was the first time it rly set in that this is happening!!! Plus I saw my 4th grade teacher and she remembered me BY NAME. I foreal cried on the way back to the bus bc of it. Awards night was nice too - I sat next to a kid I hadn’t talked to since middle school but it wasn’t awkward and we made jokes to each other all night!! It was kinda cute. Like it really felt like we were all in this together. I luvvvved cheering on my friends & just other kids in my classes who I may not talk to much but it still feels like we’re on the same boat supporting each other!! I got my Ronald Mcdonald award that night + my hispanic educator award (two scholarships totaling $1500!!!!) I also have to go to a HUGE district wide ceremony & read part of the speech that won me the hispanic educator award the day after graduation!! Yikes but I’m excited. I think that’s basically all the senior events left except maybe the senior bbq??? But that’s not a big deal. I’m not sure if there’s a senior sunset and I know I posted about being upset that I didn’t go to senior sunrise but on the bus ride home from Disney, I woke up for a split second and saw the sunrise over the California desert with my best friend sleepin next to me, his arm latched onto mine & maybe that’s enough.

BUT YEAH. IM FUCKING GRADUATING. My checkout card is signed !! My 7th grade english teacher who i am super close to has her flight booked !!! Can u believe it!!

Work-wise, I was having a really hard time for a while. I was desperately looking for another job & was about to transfer because the theatre made me want to kill myself!!! My exs friends and my managers were talking so so so much shit abt me. They said some of the worst things they couldve possibly said about me - and were so condescending at a time where i was extremely insecure because i was hung up over a boy that treated me like shit & had just lost so many friends. I couldnt even imagine staying until summer - but the universe helped me out and made it so that 2 of my most condescending managers transferred & i stopped getting scheduled so much with my exs friends and things just got… better. I stopped crying everyday - or any day - at work and actually turned down an interview because i figured id just wait until july to look for another job (thats how long im required to stay at my current to qualify for a 10k dollar scholarship i think i have a good shot at getting!!). I dont feel trapped and dread going to work anymore anymore and its so so so relieving. For a second there, it really had such a strong hold on my life and im so glad thats over. It was not healthy at ALL

Driving wise - ive been driving a lil bit a few days a week now and im really enjoying it !! It is not as scary as i thought itd be. I still have a lot to learn but i think im doin pretty good + i have 3k saved up for a car & im so excited !!!

This summer is also gna be super fun - im gna throw so many parties bc all of my bffs are leavin im august for college + spend a week explorin LA w my sister which im so excited abt !!! Im super broke atm bc i had to borrow a bunch of money from my mom for grade nite & am trying to pay it back asap but hopefully any grad money will be enough to cover it so i can buy books n cute knick knacks freely while im on vacay!! Especially since my body decided to hit a second fuckin puberty this winter & none of my summer clothes fit me anymore :( ive been dressing so bummy lately bc of it but ive been too busy to care. I gotta get clothes b4 going to LA tho!!! Other than that though i really just want this summer to be abt me. I feel like even tho i KNOW i need time to myself, i always try to get the most out of literally ANY possible relationship in my life :( its such a bad thing but i hate passing up opportunities like that bc what if, u know? To love and be loved in return is what I always thought i wanted most in this world!!! But i think i just need to consider where situations like this are really going before i compromise the time i set aside to work on myself for it. SO unless i can really see something going somewhere, this summer is goin to be about reading, writing, filming, and taking care of myself !!! I want to eat better (vegetarian & vegan whenever possible!!) and exercise and take care of my skin and just get shit done in general (maybe learn to knit finally???) Im even gonna start a bullet journal!!! I think it will help keep me feelin like myself as well as stay productive & organized in college + its just such a cute hobby Not to mention my sister is ENGAGED?????? My BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD!!! I will save the sappy stuff for later posts/my maid of honor speech but she really deserves this more than anyone. It hurts to see her movin out after 18 years of sleepin 10 feet away from her - if it were any earlier than this i wouldnt have been able to handle it - but im excited to be independent & im sure we’ll be sendin each other funny memes and visiting each other 24/7!! She is my best friend after all, and im just so happy to see her happy that i cant even be that sad abt losing our early morning laughs and late night talks - at least not yet!! Maybe it just hasnt set in yet