#ice cross downhill

[letters-to-lgbt-kids]

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

I had a panic attack in my kitchen the other day. 

It was a really warm evening, I was making dinner in the kitchen and I noticed I felt a bit weird. At first I didn’t pay it much mind, I was probably just annoyed at having to stand at the hot stove in this weather, but then the thought crossed my mind “What if I falsely believe this is some harmless discomfort and I’m actually having a heart attack?” - and those of you who struggle with health anxiety as well can surely imagine it was all downhill from there. Suddenly I got dizzy and my chest hurt and I felt like I couldn’t breathe… 

And I said to myself “These are all the symptoms of my usual panic attacks, these aren’t new or unusual symptoms that require me to get medical attention right now”, so I turned off the stove and did the first aid I learned works for my panic attacks:

I went to the fridge and got an ice cube and held it in my hand, until that sensory stimulation snapped me back to reality. And when I could think clearly again, I felt safe enough to do a deep breathing exercise and go through my “Why do I feel so shitty” checklist (checking for unmet physical needs I may not be consciously aware of), and I realized I was dressed way too warmly for the weather, so I changed into something lighter - and then I went back to making dinner. My “heart attack” was just me overheating and then my anxiety attaching a wrong interpretation to that. 

That’s a pretty boring story, right? Nothing dramatic happened. But that’s exactly why I share it with you. 

When you’re young and mentally ill (or if you have been freshly diagnosed with it, at any age), a common fear is that it’ll stay. You’ll be like this forever now, you’ll never go back to normal. And so positivity often focus on recovery, on “it’ll go away one day, you just gotta be strong until then”. And maybe it will! Mental illness is a pretty vast umbrella term, some conditions under it can be cured completely. 

But I wanted to share another perspective here: even if it won’t go away, even if it indeed stays forever because it’s a chronic condition or a treatment-resistant one (or because you learn, after years of wondering why your depression and anxiety won’t go away with traditional therapy, that you’re actually autistic and need a completely different approach than a neurotypical patient (hi, it’s me)) .. it won’t feel like it did at the beginning forever, simply because it’s no longer so new. When it’s new, you have no blueprint on how to deal with it. It’s a situation you’re thrown into with no prior training - of course you feel completely lost and hopeless! 

Mental illness is a real illness and as any illness, it’ll affect your daily life - but over all those days, you learn more about it. You try things to cope with the symptoms and realize that some techniques work better for you than others. Even if you can only learn to manage it rather than cure it: you figure out how to deal with it better. You draw your blueprint. 

It’s still part of your life but it’s no longer the showstopper. It becomes just a boring story of stopping dinner to take care of your symptoms first. And that’s something to hope for, to fight for. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Dad 

[rhiannonsknife]

── ౿🩸DATING RHIANNON LEWIS

— summary: dating rhiannon lewis hcs.

— warnings: fem!reader. established relationship. canon-typical violence. some fluff. and when i say ‘some’, i mean the first point. after that, things went downhill. nsfw content. mdni. knife play. spanking. i didn’t beta read.

only finding out that you‘ve pulled a literal serial killer when your girlfriend comes home covered in blood.

sure, you‘ve had your suspicions that rhiannon was hiding something before: you would occasionally hear her leaving the house late at night whereas she would later claim she went on a walk with tink (who walks their dog at the crack of dawn??) and you sometimes catch a glimpse of bruises when rhiannon comes out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a towel. but she would always come up with excuses for these as well. so realization only really dawns upon you when you get off work early one day, ready to curl up on the couch with some of rhiannon’s ice cream while you wait for your girlfriend to come home. when she does come home shorty after, she’s covered in blood (or dragging a body down the hall, thinking she’s got the house to herself). the prolonged eye contact when she notices you sitting on her couch, the spoon sliding from your grip and clattering down onto the hardwood floor…awkward.

being the only exception on her kill lists!!

rhiannon’s kill lists would make anyone uneasy. except that, for you, it’s oddly endearing because she considers you her only exception once you get to know each other and start dating. she shields you from her darkest thoughts, and despite her usual disdain for people, she’d genuinely want to keep you close. if anyone ever crossed you, though…not only would they immediately make it onto her long list of people to murder, rhiannon would instantly start plotting her next kill. it’s how she shows her love <33 she would definitely have unique love languages guys!! instead of overly affectionate stuff, she probably tends to keep an eye on the people around you to make sure no one ever wrongs you. if someone does, she would obviously try to offer comfort, but her solution would probably be a) unconventional, and b) rather blunt: “want me to kill them for you?“, “i could make their life miserable, y’know?”

taking care of her after a particularly rough night.

do you endorse murder? not exactly, no. but rhiannon has convinced you that all of her victims genuinely deserved it and you know better than to question your girlfriend. what she does out there, you’ve decided, is none of your business. that only changes when she returns back home from her killing sprees: that’s when you’ll help her change her clothes, or run her a hot bath to wash off the dried blood from her bare skin! taking a bath with rhiannon and kissing her bruised knuckles one by one to soothe the ache <33 washing her hair for her, massaging her scalp and her burning muscles in the hot water of the bathtub <33 having her lean against you until it gets too cold to stay in there <333

taking care of her after a particularly rough night.

while she appreciates these loving gestures, it isn’t always what rhiannon needs. sometimes, to be taken care of isn’t what she craves. sometimes, when the adrenaline has not yet ebbed and she comes home in blood that’s still wet and warm to the touch, what rhiannon needs is to take you. in this disheveled state, she will come bursting through the door, stripping out of her clothes the second it falls shut behind her. seeing that you’ve waited for her to come home on the couch, she will snap at you to get on all fours for her, her fingers already unbuckling her belt as she speaks. also: rhiannon who wears the strap when she’s out killing people so she can get down to business right away once she’s back home <33

rhiannon, who doesn’t necessarily needs your touch or for you to make her feel good. the sight of you getting fucked is enough to get her off too.

she’s not opposed to the idea of using you for her own pleasure occasionally. it’s quite the opposite, actually: she loves how eager you are for this, often asking her to use you. but the point is that she doesn’t need that to feel satisfied: watching you work for it, bouncing on her strap whilst she’s still covered in blood or begging for her touch whilst you kneel before her, sucking on her fingers, is more than enough for rhiannon.

rhiannon who fucks you from behind in front of a mirror so she can see your eyes roll back whilst also looking at the reminders of her previous kill.

the blood is smeared all over her as she pounds into you from behind: it’s dribbling down her chest, trailing down the valley between her exposed breasts -she has taken just enough time to unbutton her shirt for you. so you have something to look at, she’d claimed with a grin. you’re not complaining now that you can watch them move with every deep thrust of her hips. there’s blood on your body too. a crimson handprint on each of your ass cheeks. a trail up your spine. rhiannon is making sure you’re marked up in the evidence of her actions. “look at me” she orders sharply as your head falls into the pillows to stifle your cries. when you don’t immediately obey, her fingers tighten in your hair at the back of your head, forcing you to look up by tugging on it. “look at me” rhiannon repeats, moaning as if she could actually feel your pussy clench around the silicone cock. her eyes roll back in the reflection as she looks at the mess she’s made of you, a reminder of the thrill of her murders and the fact that you’re so willingly hers in spite of that. she cums untouched at the realization.

she loves to worship your body.

rhiannon loves to do this when she’s not caught up in the adrenaline rush and actually has time to fuck you good. that’s when she’ll make you strip for her or use her beloved knife to tear the clothes off of you.

okay pause because i need to get into that for a second: rhiannon, who tears your clothes apart with her knife.

she lies you down beneath her, on a night where you’ve got all the time in the world, and reaches for the knife she always carries around with her. it’s slightly unsettling, but you trust her. “tell me to stop and i will” rhiannon murmurs against the back of your neck, the warmth of her breath sending shivers down your spine. she snickers softly when she notices, her fingers running up and down your sides first. then, suddenly, there’s the sharp, cold sensation of the blade against your bare back. you inhale sharply and rhiannon soothes you. “shh” she whispers and you can feel her lips curl into a smile against your skin. “let me have this” and then she’s cutting through the fabric of your shirt smoothly, tearing it off of your bare body once she’s done, before tracing the shape of your outline with the blunt side of her blade. she’s committing every detail of you to memory, following every curve and dip of the body she loves most with the same weapon she normally uses to take lives.

anyway, back to what i was saying. rhiannon worshipping your body.

she adores your body and she will use every chance she can get to remind you of it. once she has you naked beneath herself, there’s no stopping her. she will cover you in kisses, tasting every inch of skin her mouth can reach, licking up the side of your neck before whispering: “gonna fuck you so good” into your ear. and, god, she does: rhiannon who fucks you deep when she’s got the time to!! holding one of your thighs up while her mouth is sucking marks to your pulse point and her hips are grinding in a slow but steady rhythm, stretching you out around her and reaching in so deep.

rhiannon, who moans when she’s literally just finger fucking you.

her jaw goes slack when she first sinks two of her fingers into your wetness, her lips parting against your own so she’s panting right into your mouth. rhiannon’s lashes flutter when she pulls her fingers back, her eyes watching you closely as she pumps them back into you again and again. her face is mirroring your own: mouth agape, brows drawn together in pleasure, eyes hazy with lust. the little ‘uh, uh, uh’ sounds she makes with every single thrust….

she gets rougher in bed after longer periods of time without killing anyone.

she’s claiming to be fine when you go on longer vacations with her but clearly she isn’t. she can’t even enjoy the scenery or all the activities you suggest without feeling the tension of not having the weight of her knife in her pocket. all this pent-up tension leads to her becoming increasingly frustrated and rougher when she’s fucking you. it’s not like you mind it, much, but it’s still a noticeable change: she’ll push you more frequently, fucking you into a state of overstimulation where you literally can’t walk properly for days. her hands are much more aggressive as they tear off your clothes or land hard smacks on your ass that make you cry out in the delicious mix of pain and pleasure. she fucks herself into exhaustion, either by having you on her cock in various positions or by using you for so long she’s a babbling, breathless mess near the end of the night.

rhiannon, who tells you to shut up.

as much as you both enjoy hearing the other during sex, sometimes it’s just not what rhiannon needs (specifically when she’s using you for her pleasure). when she’s sitting on your face or grinding against your thigh, she doesn’t need you to tell her how hot she is, she doesn’t need your words of encouragement or praise. she needs you to shut up and take it. “fucking shut up, will you?” she hisses, pinning your wrists down above your head, her lips lingering above yours as she humps your thigh. “shut up and take it”

— i might add more to this or write a part 2 if anyone wants to hear more of my horny rhiannon thoughts <3

[cricket-reader]

Mutual Agreement

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Summary: whilst on a mission, you and Bucky get caught in the cold. Your body doesn’t handle the temperature well, being you’re not a supersoldier. Your state brings back memories of Bucky’s life before Hydra, making him fear for your health.

Warnings: language, hypothermia, crying, mentions of death, fluff

Word Count: 1,551

Prompt: Delirium | Hypothermia | Stabilisation

A/N: Day 4 of June of Doom by @juneofdoom

Bucky never showed his emotions. He was a closed book, and he intended to keep it that way. But that all shattered to pieces one fateful mission.

You and Bucky had been assigned to take down an abandoned Hydra base in Russia. Bucky had wanted to go alone, but Steve insisted that he went with a partner. That partner just so happened to be you, the girl that Bucky admired from afar.

You were strong, intelligent, and beautiful. He admired you for that and all the good you had done. You were better than him in every single way.

Finding and destroying the base was an easy matter. It was abandoned, therefore, there were no surprise attacks. It was the perfect mission. No injuries, no deaths, and most importantly to Bucky, not even a hair on your head was harmed.

Things only went downhill from there.

The getaway vehicle you had parked in the forest refused to start again. It didn’t matter what Bucky did, the vehicle refused to start up. On top of that, it was freezing in the vehicle. Almost as cold as it was outside, without the wind, of course.

If your shivering was anything to go by, Bucky knew you both couldn’t stay there. On his GPS, the safe house wasn’t far away. The supersoldier could make it on foot no problem. He just wasn’t so sure about you.

Internally, his thoughts were running rampant. On the outside, he looked as calm and collected as usual.

“We shouldn’t stay here. Do you think you can walk to the safe house?”

You bit your lip. “Sure.”

Bucky didn’t trust the tone of your voice whatsoever, but he didn’t let it show. He had to get you to warmth before he lost you.

You both exited the useless vehicle, and trudged your way towards the cabin.

It didn’t take long for your hands to start shaking, and your steps to begin faltering. You had to stay strong, though. You couldn’t face the embarrassment of failure in front of a teammate that you swore hated your guts.

The feeling in your face as well as your feet had long since vanished. Your fingers hadn’t had feeling since you reached the vehicle. These were not good signs, but you resigned to deal with it since the cabin was coming into your view.

Bucky noticed you lagging behind before you did. His heart raced, wanting to pick you up and bolt to the cabin where he could get you warm. He knew, however, that you would not like that notion. You’d probably smite him if he dared lay a finger on you. You liked your space, hating when people invaded it. Because although you were kind, you too had boundaries. Physical touch just happened to be yours.

It wasn’t until you tripped and fell into the snow that he decided, “screw that” and picked you up from the ground. You were trembling so hard, as cold as ice and it fucking scared him.

You let out a small noise of protest as he gathered you in his arms and began to run to the cabin. You could do it yourself. You just needed a little rest, that’s all.

Bucky slammed the door to the cabin open and slammed it shut before running to set you on the ground. He took off your soaked jacket and boots. You gently pushed him away, not really able to put any force behind it. “I can do it myself,” you muttered indignantly.

Whilst Bucky usually loved your sense of independence, it only served to frustrate him. He pouted with his signature grumpy face, arms crossed and all. He watched you peel off your drenched socks. Your fingers were still trembling.

He just wanted to help. You turned to go to one of the rooms, hoping to find a new pair of pants that weren’t wet.

You overestimated your ability to walk. Tripping over nothing probably had to be the most embarrassing thing you had ever done in front of Barnes. He didn’t hesitate to catch you. In Bucky’s arms you wanted nothing more than to melt into a puddle of shame.

Bucky muttered something to himself as he carried you to the nearest room. He set you on the ottoman in front of the bed before going to ruffle through the closet. He found some clothes for you to wear.

He turned around to give them to you, so you could change yourself. When he saw you falling asleep, he dashed to your side. You couldn’t fall asleep on him now. “C’mon, wake up,” he muttered, not a trace of worry evident in either his tone or on his face. He was determined to keep calm in front of you. Freaking out would do no good.

You blearily opened your eyes. It was so cold. Why were you so cold? You were in the warmth now. You should be fine.

“I’m gonna change your clothes now, okay? Is that alright?” Bucky asked. He didn’t want to do anything without your consent, but if worse came to worse, he would have to. He just needed to stabilise you before things got any worse. You just groaned in response. Cursing under his breath, Bucky dutifully peeled off your pants and dressed you in the sweats he had found. He left your shirt on, since it wasn’t affected by the snow. He didn’t want to do anything more. Not without your consent.

In your state of delirium, you barely noticed that he had picked you up and carried you to bed. You barely noticed the way he took care to wrap you in multiple blankets.

When you woke up, you were incredibly warm. You were also practically trapped in a cocoon of blankets. Groaning, you unwrapped yourself from the layers upon layers of blankets.

You tiptoed your way into the hallway. Looking around, you didn’t see Barnes anywhere.

You furrowed your brows when you heard a muffled sound coming from the bedroom down the hall.

You creeped to the door and pressed your ear against it. You could hear ragged breaths and choked sobs coming from behind the door. It had to be Bucky. No one else would be out here. However, you’d never seen him cry. He always was so strong given what he’d been through. He was resilient. So what could have prompted his tears? Did he have a nightmare? You knew from Steve that he was struggling with them. Your hand hesitated at the door handle. How you longed to go in there and comfort him, to wrap him in your arms and tell him he was safe now. But you knew he was a private person. He hated it when people saw him vulnerable, and you didn’t blame him.

All it took to break your hesitance was a sob.

Bucky had a hard time keeping everything in. He didn’t mean to let it out, but god he couldn’t help it. Seeing you look so pale and weak, your ice cold skin and shivering body… it reminded him of Steve. Little Steve back when they were kids. He thought Steve was going to die that cold January night. Bucky had stayed with him the whole night, praying to anyone that would listen to not take away his best friend.

It was like history was repeating itself and just the thought of you dying tore him to shreds. Now, Bucky didn’t believe in any god, not after all he went through with Hydra, but you bet your ass he had prayed. He didn’t get too far before his emotions caught up with him, hitting him head on like a bus.

That led him to the moment where you burst through the door. Your concerned features swept Bucky’s distraught figure. He was in the corner of the room, curled up into a ball. He didn’t even notice you, too busy trying to get air into his lungs.

Your heart tore at the sight of him so broken. You gently moved up beside him and kneeled just a few feet away. “Bucky?”

His red, watery eyes looked up at you like you were a ghost. Those eyes widened as he scrambled to make himself look like less of a mess. He sniffled back his tears and ran his hands over his eyes. Red creeped onto the tips of his ears and the back of his neck, completely ashamed you were seeing him like this.

His body froze when you wordlessly wrapped your arms around his body. He wanted to cry all over again. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had held him as if he were something precious. It took him a few seconds before he returned the gesture, hesitant to touch you. He could hurt you… or what if this was all just a figment of his imagination. Bucky didn’t want your tender hold to disappear.

You both stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for the rest of the night. Not a word needed to be said between you both. In your silence was a mutual agreement. An agreement that no one had to know about Bucky’s meltdown. An agreement that you wouldn’t ask questions. An agreement that this is what both of you needed. Some comfort.

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Fun fact: Karleeen can skii 👍 I drew several images to show just how she does it, too! For all your many-legged needs.

Despite what you might think, having eight legs fastened onto four skis actually improves Karleeen's skiing maneuverability, as her feet naturally point "sideways" from her body and her “ankles” aren't particularly twisty. Having two points of contact in each ski (akin to a snowboard) lends her more fine-tuned movement and more kick! She can't quite ski in her normal standing pose, but let's be honest, no one should, you'll fall. To ski, she must simply keep her four middle legs closer to her body, with "bent knees" (patellas)

Normal cross-country skiing works just about the same as on any other person, her skis alternating in kicking back and moving forwards to glide. The biggest difference here is perhaps that her ski poles touch the ground between her legs as opposed to the ground on her sides, which is simply because her stance is very wide. Her arms have a lesser arch of movement because her legs get in the way, but the propulsion from having four legs push back on each kick as opposed to just one means you wouldn't really realise there's any hindrance of any kind. To turn, she simply extends one of the legs on her second frontmost pair of legs, and to slow down she’ll extend both.

Skate skiing is a little bit different, instead of kicking back on both skis of one side she only uses the back skis for kicking, and does a slithering motion on her front skis to keep up momentum, as if on ice skates. Nifty!

Here's some more detailed drawings of her skis and ski boots, for cross-country and downhill skiing! Karleeen's feet are rather small and so are her boots, the material is bendy like on ski boots for normal feet. Since cross-country skiing doesn't require any crazy tricks, her boots are held in place on cross-country skis with velcro straps. Her downhill skiing boots and the skis themselves are bigger and more robust!

So that's it! I’m not sure how Karleeen would manage ice skating for the aforementioned sideways-pointing feet reasons, but as a Finn and avid cross-country skiing enthusiast it’s of most importance to me that many-legged taurs of the Sirpaverse can enjoy the joys of skiing :)

[iqueenlost]

Part 1/5 (probably) of my andreil fake dating au

@givemethedamnflowers @bikevindayy @mai-feri @neilimfinejosten @runpinocchio @youweremyversaillesatnight @paradoxolotl @paysomeonetopaysomeone @asteria-astraeus

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It was all Nicky’s fault. 

Well, technically it was Andrew’s stupidity’s fault, but he was going to ignore it and blame Nicky anyway. They were at Nicky’s for Thanksgiving when the pest popped up the question he would ask every family gathering. 

“So, Andrew…” he paused dramatically, because why wouldn’t he. “Are you still single?

And that had been it. Andrew was tired, he was working on a case that took a lot from him. A thirteen-year-old boy who had been raped by his stepbrother since he was seven and it was hitting way too close to home that it had given Andrew nightmares. He hadn’t had a good night of sleep for almost three weeks now. So he could be excused when his sleep-deprived ass had blurted out. “Neil’s my boyfriend.”

His heart came to an abrupt stop the moment the words left his mouth. He felt his mask of indifference begin to crack as he looked across the table to where Neil was looking at him, a spoonful of mashed potatoes halfway to his open mouth.

Andrew was thoroughly fucked. Of all the names he could have used to get Nicky off his back he had to have said Neil’s name. As if Nick hadn’t known Neil for years, as if he hadn’t known Neil for years. Besides he had a crush on Neil since they met in his senior year of high school.  

Neil carefully placed his spoon on his plate, a mischievous grin forming on his lips, his ice-blue eyes glistening dangerously. Again: Andrew was fucked.

“I didn’t think we were going to tell everyone yet.” He said slowly, all fake innocence.

The table exploded with noise that Andrew could barely register, all his attention focused on Neil and his smirk and his stupid good looks. Today he was dressed a bit better than usual, in a brown cashmere sweater and olive green denim jacket, probably a courtesy of Reynolds. The colors blended well with his auburn hair and made him look like the personification of autumn. Most of the freckles on his face were gone with the absence of the hotter summer sun, but Andrew could remember each one of them perfectly. Noticing and remembering each and every little detail about Neil was enough to make Andrew forget where he was and what was happening around him. 

Today though his mind was occupied with other things. Why did Neil join in on the lie? Was he only being his chaotic self? He knew Neil was prone to saying anything that came to his mind simply to stir shit up, but usually, Andrew knew exactly what he was thinking, or he could make a pretty accurate guess.

“Pay up, bitch!” Aaron’s voice sounded from Andrew’s left. Andrew snapped his head in his direction with a scowl as he took in the scene. Aaron had his hand up in Nicky’s direction, a smug expression settled on his face. Nicky sighed, taking his wallet from his pocket to supposedly pay Aaron.

“Don’t forget my share,” Eric said when Nicky went to put his wallet away. “I told you this was the year.”

“You betted on us?” Andrew asked. That Nicky and Aaron made bets about him wasn't a surprise, but even Eric? 

“Of course they did,” Neil said. “And I bet Matt and Dan did as well, it's going to be fun telling them.” he laughed.

“We are not telling them.” 

“You told Nicky, I think it's only fair I tell people too.”

It was official, Andrew was going insane. He should have stayed in bed instead of coming to Thanksgiving, he didn't even have something to be thankful for this year, and his life was going downhill. They were not a real couple and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what Neil was playing at here. And to be honest, whatever it was he was not going to join in. He made a mistake, slipped up a little, but he was going to set things straight and not get tangled up in a lie. Especially not a lie that involved Neil and his messed-up idea of fun. 

“We’re not.” Andrew crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. He opened his mouth to tell everyone the truth when Neil caught him by surprise again. “Let’s not have this discussion now, babe.” He pursed his lips in Andrew's direction and went back to his mashed potatoes. The nickname rolling out of his mouth like this wasn't the first time he ever called Andrew that. Like this wasn't a monumental moment in the history of Andrew. Like this wasn't going to come up again as soon as Andrew laid his head on the pillow that night and keep him awake for hours.

Nicky snickered and leaned over Eric to whisper something at him. Aaron paled to a green color, a disgusted expression beginning to form on his face. “Never ever call me that from now on.” He said to Katlyn.

She smiled at him, slapping his shoulder lightly. “I'm happy for you, Andrew.” She said, leaning forward to look at Andrew from her seat on the other side of Aaron’s chair. All Andrew could do was nod at her and go back to his food.

There was a time when he couldn't even look at Katlyn. That was when he thought she wouldn't be good for Aaron and when she showed him she was, he then began to be afraid she would take Aaron away from him and instead of a strained relationship, they would have nothing at all. But she didn't take Aaron away on the contrary actually, seeing her relationship with her sisters made Aaron reevaluate his relationship with Andrew. They became closer and after they began to have joint therapy sessions they now had something that resembled what the relationship between brothers should be. Andrew had reached the point where he could admit she was alright most days and even great some days.

“Oh, no, no, no.” Nicky jumped away from Eric and pointed a finger between Andrew and Neil. “We're not ignoring this GREAT revelation and going back to lunch. I need dets, gimme the dets. I need to be fed after watching you two pinning for almost ten years. I earned the right to every juice detail of this relationship. I swear you two got together just when I changed my choice on the bet. I lost fifty bucks.”

“You’ve earned nothing and I'm giving you nothing.” 

“Oh, don't be shy Andrew. Tell them exactly what goes down between us.” Neil chimed in, biting his lips suggestively while raising his eyebrows at Andrew.

Andrew felt his blood rush downwards with every image his fucked up brain conjured as a result of Neil's suggestive expression. Nope. Not the time to be thinking about that.

“Please don't, not at the table.” He vaguely heard Aaron say.

“Stop.” Katlyn scolded. “If Andrew and Neil feel comfortable sharing with us we should hear them as their family.”

“You, Katlyn, are too good for this world,” Neil stated. “And definitely too good for Aaron.”

“Fuck you!”

“No, thank you, I prefer your brother.” 

Aaron gagged at that and Andrew got the fuck away from them immediately, Nicky’s delighted cackle following him all the way to the front door. Before he could even open the door he heard the soft taps of Neil’s shoes on the hardwood floor. Usually, Neil walked like a ghost without any sound but when he clocked in on the fact that it freaked Andrew out not hearing someone approaching him from behind he always made sure to make his presence known before he reached Andrew. It was one of the things that made Neil different from everyone else. He just got Andrew without Andrew even needing to say anything.

“I’m sorry if it was too much.” He stopped beside Andrew, leaning his back against the wall and looking down at his feet. “I just wanted to get under Aaron’s skin, I didn't think how it would sound to you.”

Andrew gritted his teeth. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” At Andrew's snort, he continued. “I really don't know. I guess I just didn't want Nicky to catch up on the lie at first, but then I thought it would be funny. You know me, I don't have a sense of humor.”

That wasn't true, Neil could be really funny. Or maybe his sense of humor was just the right amount of acid and sarcastic that his remarks made Andrew want to laugh, even though he didn’t most of the time.

“You’re really not as funny as you think you are.”

“I don't think I am.”

“Exactly.”

The corners of Neil's lips pushed up in a small smile. “We’re okay, right?”

“We were never not okay Neil.”

“Good.” he smiled softly. “Does that mean we still can tell Dan and Matt about the change in our relationship status? And Alison? We have to tell Alison, it’ll be gold.”

“Why would we tell them?” Andrew asked, running his right hand over his face. He was too tired for this, he didn't want to use his brain to solve Neil, even though most of the time it was his favorite thing to do.

“First, funny.” Neil put one finger up. “Second, it really would get Alison off my back about not dating anyone ever.”

“You could just tell her you’re ace and don't want to date. Or tell her to fuck off, whatever works best.” Andrew suggested.

“I know, but I don't want to have this conversation with her, or anyone else really.”

“Because you love to make your life more difficult. And mine, you're really into that.”

“Come on, Andrew. What’s the worst that could happen? We go on a few dates, lie to a couple of friends. I bet we're going to laugh about it in a few years.”

Andrew was sure as hell he would not, but for some reason telling no to Neil was very hard. “Okay.”

“You’re the best, babe.” He said with what looked like an attempt at a flirty smile.

“I’m going to stab you.” Andrew hissed.

“No, you’ll not.” He laughed brightly. “You’re too well adjusted now.”

Andrew almost gasped, and he probably would if he hadn't perfected his bored resting face to a T. “Take that back.”

“Nope.” beamed Neil, he straightened his body and got past Andrew to open the door. “Do you want to get out of here? We can go home and watch some crappy detective show?” He tossed over his shoulder.

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Things I want to make clear:

— Aaron it's homophobic in this au, he just don't want to know about his brother's sex life, or anyone else's for the matter.

— Next part is in revision and it's from Neil's POV

— Little spoiler: Neil's a high school math teacher because I said so 😆

Check Part 2

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This is love I just can’t live without Ch. 7

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x if!Kazansky!reader (affectionately often called “Baby Ice”)

“This is love I just can’t live without” masterlist

Biker!au

Chapter summary: Bradley’s tastes have clearly gone downhill…

Chapter trigger warnings: cat fight. Swearing. Sexual relations mentioned.

Chapter 7 “Howl at the moon” Baby Ice

“You know he doesn’t want you here right?” a voice you don’t recognize says as a girl approaches your general area with her arms crossed.

You’re just patiently waiting to get one of the prospect’s attention to get a drink. She can’t be talking to you. You have no idea who she is. Definitely not a face you recognize. You don’t turn towards her assuming whoever she’s actually talking to will acknowledge her.

“I’m talking to you, bitch,” she says taking a step closer to you to get further into your personal bubble.

“I’m sorry, are you talking to me?” you ask, genuinely confused. Who the hell is this girl? Did you go to high school with her? You don’t remember her face. Maybe she was in a grade or two below you. Or someone’s sibling maybe?

“Of course I am. You see anyone else here that doesn’t belong?” she asks while raising an eyebrow and looking at you with a disgusted look on her face.

“Who said I don’t belong?” you ask furrowing your own eyebrows. Seriously. Who the hell is this girl? Does she even know you? And if anyone doesn’t belong it’s probably her. Does she know this is a biker club and not a dance club? The amount of glittery highlight on her face begs to differ.

She scoffs and rolls her eyes then gestures to the entire room, “Everyone. Duh. Why do you have to try and come back here to ruin his life? You broke up with him. He doesn’t need to be reminded of how cruel you are!”

You stare at the girl like she didn’t just gesture to a room with not only your uncles in it but also your father. Who the fuck does this girl think she is? She clearly has zero idea who you are besides Bradley’s ex girlfriend. If she did she’d watch what she was saying but a part of you really wants to see how this plays out. You’ve been needing an outlet for some of this stress you’ve been dealing with. Maybe she’s your perfect outlet.

“Plus, Rooster has been doing great since you left. He’s my man now so you need to run back to whatever hole you crawled out of if you know what’s good for you,” she says matter of factly and sneers at you while popping her hip out to the side.

You see movement off to your side and notice Nat taking a few steps towards you but you quickly shake your head at her then briefly hold up a hand to stop her. You don’t need help. You got this.

“Rooster?” You ask and tilt your head to the side as if you’re confused. You know Bradley’s road name. You’re not dumb. Just because you weren’t around when he officially patched in doesn’t mean you hadn’t heard it thrown around. Add that to being the son of Goose and there’s really no question who ‘Rooster’ could be in the club.

The girl scoffs again, “Are you really that dumb? Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw. The guy you left behind. Ring any bells? I doubt Rooster would date you if you were actually that stupid but maybe I was just an upgrade.” She pops a shoulder up sassily.

Upgrade? Yeah right. Your lips quirk up into a closed mouth grin and you raise an eyebrow. Fights on, sweetheart.

“Ohhhhh Bradley. Bradley Bradshaw. Mhm yeah I know him. Who are you to him again?” you ask. You swear the girl is close to stamping her foot at you and throwing a temper tantrum. “I’ve never heard anyone from the club mention you before. Is this a new thing?”

She sneers at you again and huffs, “I’m Missy. His girlfriend, you idiot, and you better remember that because he’s mine and there’s nothing you can do about it. Got it?”

You chuckle, “Yeah I got it. Bradley’s yours.” You take a step closer to Missy, crowding into her space. “But since we’re on the subject of ‘things the other can do nothing about’ just wanted to let you know that I have quite a few of those myself. I’ll just go ahead and let you know what those are. I hold all of his firsts. First kiss. First make out session. First fuck. And there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Not one thing. I was his first in everything so any time you two might do anything together you should really think to yourself ‘Is he comparing me to her?’ because I would put money down on the fact that he is. Comparing every single second of whatever mediocre sex you’re having with him to every time he and I fucked or made love. Anything he does in the bedroom is because he and I spent hours exploring everything together. Learning exactly how to drive the other crazy. So, why don’t you go ahead and remember that because there’s nothing you can do about it. All his firsts are mine whether you like it or not.”

“You’re such a bitch!” the girl says and brings her hand up to slap you, however, you anticipated it and grab her arm and twist it behind her back as you shove her chest against the bar. Missy winces and cries out.

You push your weight against her, “Don’t start something you can’t handle. You’ll lose every time.” You yank her off the bar and push her away from you. “Also I’m pretty sure you’re the one unwanted by the club.”

You watch the girl look around at everyone staring at her, “They’re only looking at us because you just admitted to being a whore and then assaulted me.”

You laugh, “Oh sweetheart, you really shouldn’t start something against the club president’s daughter. Also, if I wanted to assault you I’d do something like this...” You pull your fist back and punch her directly in the nose, the crunch upon impact undeniable. Poor thing is going to need a hospital trip now. “But technically that’s considered battery but who’s to say?”

Missy’s hands fly up protectively around her nose, “You psycho! You’ll pay for this!”

“Oh will I? I’m not the one bleeding all over,” you go to lunge at her, thinking you might as well take out the ‘threat’ now since she’s down already but two arms snake around your middle to stop you then lift you up as you start to yell and wiggle to get out of the strong arms holding you against a hard chest.

You watch as the girl scurries out of the clubhouse even as you continue to wiggle in the arms holding you, “Yeah, you better run!”

“What did I tell you about fighting, honey?” a deep voice says in your ear as you’re carried into the kitchen.

You huff. Of course he’s the one who pulled you from the fight. He’s always ruining your fun. Has been for five years. You mumble an answer as you’re set on the kitchen counter like a child.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you. Speak up, honey,” Bradley said as he grabbed an ice pack out of the freezer and wrapped it in a clean, dry wash rag before walking back over to you, taking your throbbing hand in his carefully, and gently pressing the ice pack against your bruised knuckles.

You watch him closely but don’t reply. You wince when he sets the ice down on your tender hand. He looks older now. Definitely not the same boy you ran from five years ago. Lost the last bit of baby fat he had clinging on. He’s all sharp angles now. Strong. You notice the signature Bradshaw mustache gracing his top lip. Goose would be so happy to see it passed down.

Bradley shakes his head at you and tsks his tongue as if to scold you like you’re a child who just broke a rule, “You gonna answer my question?”

“No,” you mutter and turn your head away from him. You hate this. You hate how easily you could slip right back into how you used to act together. You hate how right this feels. The past five years without him have been some of the hardest of your life. You were so far away from your family. You were so far away from your girl best friend. And you were so far away from him. Your head is screaming at you to leave but your heart won’t let you. Being this close to him feels too much like home in a time where you need that feeling more than anything.

You don’t even notice the tears streaming down your face until calloused hands cup your face and brush the tears from your cheeks.

A sob leaves your mouth and you’re being pulled against that hard chest again immediately following it. Arms wrap around you to hold you steady. You bury your face against him and wrap your arms around his middle holding you tightly against him.

You feel his lips brushing against your hair in what you assume are supposed to be comforting words but you can’t seem to make out any words over the sound of your own sobbing.

[antennaed-shidou]

Small Chances

♫ Mikage Reo x f! reader

♫ Warning: not prof-read

♫ Extras: Word count 1k+

♫ In which you misunderstand Reo actions, and he understands yours

She sat in her parking lot waiting for her date to pick her up. Time passed and {Y/n} was still sitting in her parking lot. She looked at her phone seeing the time 19:43 and there was no sign of Reo showing up.

She took a deep sigh heading inside giving up on Reo. She plugged her phone in deciding not to text Reo why he didn't show up. She thought if she did she was be more disappointed than already.

{Y/n} lays down on her bed facing the ceiling watching the fan rotate around. Salty tears filled her eyes as they slowly fell down her cheeks.

{Y/n} was so excited when Reo told her he would take her out on a little date. But when he never showed up, her heart just sharted like a piece of glass being shot.

Soon she was able to fall asleep letting all the thoughts slowly leave her mind about Reo.

The following morning when she woke up her eyes were a little puffy. {Y/n} placed some ice around her eyes to help with the puffiness. The female walked to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

While she was eating {Y/n} debated on whether to go to school and there was a high chance of seeing Reo and getting embarrassed. And obviously, if she didn't then there would be no embarrassment. Which she would do.

She also didn't want to ruin her perfect streak of showing up every day because of a guy that would obviously shoot her down. After she was done eating breakfast she got her things and was ready to head off to school whether she may cry or not!

At first, the day went on normally, {Y/n} talked with her friends her classes went on smoothly. But around lunch is when things started to go downhill.

"How was your date with Reo?" One of her friends asked while posting silverware to the female she was talking to.

{Y/n} took a deep gulp not sure how to answer. Her friends were protective of her and always wanted what was best, and what would happen if they found out about the most popular guy and the school stood her up?

"It was ok," {Y/n} answers smiling guiltily hoping no one would notice she was living straight through her teeth.

"You're lying aren't you?" The friend asked sigh seeing straight through the words.

The [h/c]-haired sheepish smiled rubbing the nape of her neck. "Maybe he didn't show up and I sat on my parking lot for about two to three hours last night."

The friend sigh as she got up from the table, "Well then... wonder if the popular guy has ever had a fist cross his face."

{Y/n} quickly jumped out of her chair going to stop her friend, "It's not that serious. I mean in all honesty I should have known Reo wasn't going to show up in the first place. I mean look at me..." She motioned to herself knowing no one would ever go out with her.

"Then look at him..." She motioned over to Reo who looks where beyond compare. "He's just too popular and handsome for me."

{Y/n} felt her hand move and it wasn't her own doing. When she looked over to see who had done it the most popular purple-haired male was standing right beside her.

The friend took {Y/n} back as she stood before Reo. "So you stood up my friend on a date, huh. The most popular couldn't do a smile task such as telling the female you hated her."

Meanwhile, Reo stood there dumbfounded at what the girl was saying. He looked over her shoulder to see {Y/n}, he saw a small tear roll down the side of her face. Reo tried to talk to the [h/c]-haired female but the friend left to no avail.

"She doesn't want to talk to you buddy. Go away and talk to one of those other girlfriends you have."

"Please, just go away Reo." {Y/n} muttered facing the other way covering her face that he assumed would have dried up tears.

Though he did listen and walked away from the table sitting back on his own. If only the friend wasn't there then the male could say what he really wanted to say.

Reo knows where you were coming from, he didn't show up last night at all and that was indeed his fault and what made it worse was he couldn't explain himself further.

The rest of the day he tried to take to {Y/n} but he couldn't find the right time. He definitely didn't want to text it to her because that would make things worse than need be.

Reo was pacing back and forth in his room deciding whether to show up and her house and tell her what was going on or decide to meet with him somewhere.

...

{Y/n} heard loud honking outside. She opens her curtain and was met with Reo who was holding a Bouquet of flowers. She rushes downstairs putting on some nicer clothes and shoes before meeting again face to face with Reo.

"Why are you here, Reo? Aren't you supposed to be with another girl? I mean I completely understand, I'm not pretty at all, and not any of the other guys want me so there is no need to feel bad if you deny me too. It's happened many more times than you can think." As she was rambling on Reo stopped her from sprouting any more nonsense.

"No, you've got it all wrong. I love you, {Y/n}. Actually, I've liked you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Your smile that lights up even the darkest of nights, your eyes so delicate I can see your soul. Even your soul, so delicate from being broken so many times by guys that never deserve to even look in your direction. Most important your sweet and caring personality that moves people to strive and do better. I don't just like you, {Y/n}. I love and adore you, {Y/n}."

While he was talking tears start to fill the female's eye. Once Reo was finished with his speech the female took the bouquet from his hands and grabbed him for a hug.

"Then why did you not show up yesterday?" She asks breaking away.

"I was so excited for the date that I lost track of time setting up everything, by the time I was finished it was already the next day and when I showed up to your house, you were no longer there." He bawled his fist hoping she would believe him, he wasn't telling a lie but his statement could be a little hard to believe. "I didn't text you either because I didn't want to disrupt your sleep.

A small smile cracked on her lips. She put the flowers aside and gave Reo a kiss on the cheek, "All in forgiven. Now please can we go on the proper date."

He wraps his arms around her walking her to the vehicle, "I would be deleted to take you. I know you'll love it."

I wrote this late, or finish it late. I was on a roll baby my fingers were on fire. (reblogs are welcome! Request are open)

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Even after death our paths cross

Jaime Lannister x male!reader

• They spent the last day together drinking and talking. The cold never truly left, the sight of the sun was only in their dreams. The endless cold has been going on for weeks, the numbers and hopess of those who made it dwindled. The walk from Winterfell until the Gods Eye was hard and deadly. Most died, the children first than the women and lastly the men. The weak didn’t come, they were left behind in Winterfell with the last soldiers of the North so they could be burned upon death.

• Three days ago a scout reporter the wights coming down the neck, Moat Cailin has fallen and the survivors were caught up by the wights and the White Walkers. Yn could barely think about what happened to Winterfell and their occupants, the men and women and his nephew, Jon. Arya and Sansa came with Yn but left for the south, Bran and Rickon were behind the Wall and Yn was in the middle of the Gods Eye with the weirwoods and Jaime Lannister’s company. Their were some soldiers but most have left already to the South. The men and women who have stayed were either dying or could fight and decided to stay as the last defence. Because they were the last defence. If they failed Westeros, even the Free Cities could end.

• First the night came. It was always dark but dark like before nightfall and not this dark. They couldn’t even see Harrenhal, only the darkness. Then the cold came, the kind of cold which leaves you tired and you don’t even notice that you have fallen into an endless sleep. With the cold came the wind, and with it came the White Walkers and their servants. First they could hear feets walking on ice and the sounds of bones scrounging against each other. Than they saw the first wight and everything went downhill. The alcohol they consumed almost disappeared entirely and the last warmth fleed their bodies.

• The night was long and the hard. More died than they killed, some fled, but they hold out. The Children helped them with the Green Men on their sides, even Daenerys and Jon showed up. With them came hope again and they felt that maybe they would win. The slaughter was bloody and brutal, too much has been lost but when the King was killed the night lifted. The wights dropped dead and the remains of the White Walkers scattered around.

• Yn felt so weak, without Jaime and his family. He was sure that Jon went against a snow bear but not long after that Yn lost him and never seen him again. Jaime was dead, pulled apart by some dead crows, which made Yn hearth heavy as lead. He truly loved the man. Not the man he was before Lady Stonehearth but the man he became. Their love was a secret, a secret that Yn could never tell anybody.While Jaime has gotten his redemption it didn’t erase what he had done over the years. But Yn still loved him and felt like he could cry but he had no energy for tears. He went in and out of his dreams, sitting against a weirwood tree, and opened his eyes for the last time to see the new sun coming up.

• Then he opened his eyes again to see his old room in Winterfell. For a second he didn’t dare to move or even just exhale to loudly, he tried to listen to the soft voices around him. Feet scattering, the sound of swords, children laughing, a few wolves howling and somebody shouting ‚Uncle‘ at the top of his lungs. Then his door opened with a loud swish and Yn snapped out of his daydreaming. Rickon, baby Rickon with his small hands and feets and chubby face, run inside with Catelyn behind him shouting. Yn barely had any time to sit up, for Rickon jumped on him still shouting his name. Yn kissed his little face and looked up to the red faced Catelyn. She tried to apologize but Yn just shook his head and stood up with Rickon in his hands. After promising Catelyn that he will look after Rickon, Yn played with him while trying to get a hold of his situation. He was sure that he had died. The last years were definitely real, he couldn’t have dreamed about something like this. Besides he never took anything but alcohol to himself. Still the whole thing was unexplainable. He wasn’t sure what was going on. Rickons and his session was interrupted by a knock from Sansa. It was time for lunch so they went down and when Yn stepped in the room he couldn’t help but almost kneel over. Seeing his whole family well and alive was his biggest wish, a wish which got fulfilled. But it didn’t help his emotions. He wished to cry one second and laugh in the next.

• Yn tried to control himself and sat down. He barely ate, he got a side eye from Ned, and tried to talk as less as he could. Just listening made him happy and melancholic, his wish was fulfilled but he too has lost something along the way. After they were done and everybody went to their way, Ned has kindly left Yn alone, Yn wasn’t enterly sure what to do so he went to the library. He was reading about Daeron the First when he truly realised what had happened. The revelation left him shocked, his breath was labored and he felt cold and hot waves crashing through his body. He missed Jaime, he missed everything but at the same time not. He felt lonely because their was no other person who saw and lived through the wars and the coldness. This feeling left him breathless, the panic tightening his chest. His long forgotten , or just hidden?, memories resurfaced, from the day he left Storms End with an angered Young Griff to the past when he was playing with his brothers and sister in the deep cold snow, until red, blue and black spots begann to appear before his eyes. He felt somebody touching him and shaking him but it was his body that felt it, not him. And then he passed out.

• By the time he awoke it was dark. He was in his room and maester Luwin was busying around with Ned at his side. After they saw him wake they almost jumped to him and Luwin begann asking questions. Yn answered them but Luwin expressed his worry to Ned, talking as if Yn wasn’t here. They decided that Yn had to rest in bed for a fortnight and that he was to be daily examined by the maester. Luwin left, and Ned sat down. Neither of them talked for a long time until Ned said that he thought the worst. Yn was found in the library by Arya who has called for help the moment she saw her uncle looking like he was actively dying. When Ned asked Yn what had happened he couldn’t answer him. Yn only told him that he shouldn’t worry since he was too young to die. Ned shook his head and left the room.

• As he was alone Yn had time to process what was going on. He was found by Arya, the small little girl must have been affraid thought Yn, and later brought to his room. Maester Luwin suspected that he had wronged his hearth since his breath was erratic and his nose bleeded too much. He didn’t die but he was ordered on bedrest. But still this didn’t explain why he was here. Yn was sure that he died, seeing the First light of Dawn but than he woke up at Winterfell in his younger body. Yn tried to think about the how but the only sound idea he had were the Old Gods. He died by a weirwood on the Gods Eye so they must have seen him fit to travel back in time. Yn hoped that he wasn’t alone. Seeing his lost or dead family was a dream come true but that didn’t change the fact that he has lost people too. The people he had known and even lived with in the future didn’t even know him. Jaime didn’t know him. This relevation brought a bitter taste in Yn mouth. He didn’t wish to think about the man so he rolled to his side and tried closing his eyes. But dreams didn’t come. The whole fiasko bothered him and while turning around trying to sleep he accidentally hit his soulmark.

• He had his soulmark since birth, a rare thing since most people didn’t even have one, especially not since birth. He remembered his parents worrying about the age of his soulmate, affraid that his mate was old. Yn‘s father wished for Yn to marry a good southern noble woman with wide hips, but ironically his mate wasn’t a woman. Still his other wishes were fulfilled, maybe without the wide hips part. The fact was that as a child Yn always know that he would not marry a woman. He never said that to anybody too affraid of what could have happened but after Roberts Rebellion there was no need for it. His family was dead only Ned and Benjen survived. Of course there was Catelyn and the children but Yn always imagined his future with Brandon and Lyanna. After Ned came home and Benjen left, Yn decided that it was time for him to search for his mate. Thinking back this was more of an excuse to leave his life behind, but Yn was happy with his decision. He saw the side of the world which has been rarely seen by anybody. He experienced different people and their lifes, their foods and their different views. There is where Yn first realised why he never wanted women. He never found his soulmate but he found harmony. After a few years of sailing around he came back to Winterfell, happy to see Ned and his ever expanding family. He went on adventures but never as long as before, he always found his way back to Winterfell.

• When the War of Five Kings broke out he was on the way to Asshai and didn’t realise that his family has died only leaving Jon at the Nights Watch and Sansa at the clutched of the Lannisters. By the time he came back Sansa has already disappeared so Yn went on an adventure with Brienne of Tarth and her squire, who was not hers but Tyrion’s, and later on with Jaime too. They realised that they were soulmates by accident. Their were lingering touches but Yn thought that Jaime only wanted closure. He wasn’t right and when Jaime kissed him Yn‘s world changed. His soulmark burned and the love he felt for Jaime took his breath away. He wished and only wished to be by Jaimies side. They spent the nights together, always close but never truly touching. Yn tought that he had found his long awaited love but of course live wasn’t that nice. After the confrontation with Lady Stonehearth Yn left both Jaime and Brienne. He couldn’t find it in himself to see Jaime again. He still loved him, fierce as ever, but what he has done to his family was inexcusable. He couldn’t forgive him.

• They didn’t see each other until the Long Night has fallen. The people of the north left as quickly as possible only the fighter of the noble houses stayed. Some from the south came to help, including Jaime. The day before they left Winterfell they talked. It was hearth wrenching but needed. After discussing what had to be discussed they spent the night together. It wasn’t planed, Yn wholeheartedly thought that he and Jaime were not meant to be regardless their soulmark but Yn couldn’t bring himself to not do it. It was sweet and loving, a feeling which Jaime never associated with sex. They learned it together and enjoyed each other.

• But now Yn was alone without his soulmate. It was very bitter, the only thing Yn was happy about was that he at least know who his mate was. But just thinking about the way Ned or even Tywin Lannister would react to Jaime and Yn made him shiver. He couldn’t bare to think about Cersei, to affraid of a slighted narcissistic woman.

• The days have came and went until it was time for the Royal Familie‘s arrival. When Yn heard that they were coming, albeit a little late since their was a rumored accident on the way, he realised how stupid he was. He had the chance to save his family. He planed what he could do and started with Sansa and Jon. Yn know that Jon wanted to join the Nights Watch and he tried to talk him out of it at first but Jon didn’t take it well. Yn understood him, but he still tried to positively influence him. Sansa wasn’t an entire succes either since she lived for her stories. The only good thing he has done was mending Sansa‘s and Arya‘s relationship. Yn told them stories he had learned on his voyage about lovers and betrayal, trying to influence Sansa about critical thinking, and Arya has found this stories so intriguing that she listened to them too. The girls bonded through the stories and, while not entirely, they had a good relationship.

• The royal family came the same way they did the last time. They were a lot of them, the King was still fat, Joffrey still looked like a bitch but Jaime wasn’t the same. He looked the same at first glance but perhaps because Yn knew him like no other he noticed the difference instantly. Jaime was a little pale, his eyes weren’t that arrogant and he stood away from Cersei. The second he rode inside Winterfell their eyes locked and Jaime only looked away when he had to get off the horse. Seeing that Jaime clearly stayed away from Cersei left Yn feeling pleasant. Usually he wasn’t a jealous person but the bond the twins had shared, very disgusting in Yn opinion, made jealousy course through him. Both of them played with death throughout the years, and they even had children together. Yn couldn’t deny that Jaime did love Cersei even if it was a misplaced love.

• The King greeted the Starks the same as last time and went down to the crypts with Ned. Everybody dispersed after that, however Jaime didn’t go with Cersei. To escape the servants and their judgement, Yn signaled to Jaime and they went to the godswood. Yn was sure that nobody was there and he was right. It was silent, even the birds chirping wasn’t as loud. Yn sat down at the little creek and waited until Jaime came. Jaime stepped closer and after looking around he sat down. They didn’t talk for a few seconds but than Yn begann asking about their adventures in a subtle way. After Jaime answered every single question right, Yn kissed him. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss but Jaime deepened it and they only separated because of the lack of air. It was perfect. Yn felt his mark burn with satisfaction and love. Looking at Jaime he felt it too and Yn never has wished more to be just alone with Jaime. After dying and living in his past life with nobody at his side, Jaime felt like water on a hot sunny day. Yn needed him now more than ever before. They sat there for more time just holding each others hand until Jaime had to go to see the King. They separated with the promise of spending the night together.

• After a very interesting welcome feast for the royal family, in which Yn could experience how much Robert loved women and how much Cersei hated this love, Yn sneaked back in his room. He bathed while listening to the castle slowly settling. The sounds of the feast died out and only the occasional howls of the wolfs could be heard. Until Jaime knocked on the door and nothing mattered for Yn anymore. Jaime stepped in the room, smiling at Yn. They exchanged a few flirty remarks, Jaime sounded like usual, but then the two settled down to discuss what had happened. Yn got to know that yes Jaime did indeed got ripped apart by wights and that he came back weeks before Yn did. He had fallen ill shortly after that and Pycelle, Jaime hated him, had almost given up on him. Even Lord Tywin came to the capital after hearing his son, and heir, supposedly sickness. Jaime got better and than the date to leave for Winterfell has arrived. Jon still died, he couldn’t stop the Tully bitch Jaime said, so the journey for Neds hand has arrived. When Yn asked Jaime about Cersei he had only replied with bitterness. What Yn could puzzle together was that Cersei noticed Jaime‘s coldness and arrived at the conclusion that her handmaids have seduced him. The women were expelled but Jaime didn’t return to her so Cersei made up more stupid theories. After a while Cersei must have noticed that Jaime hasn’t changed so she became more aggressive and cold to Jaime. But he didn’t care and Cersei stayed as the spurned lover.

• After a while of talking they became silent. It was a lot to progress so they decided to continue tomorrow. But before they went to sleep Jaime shyly asked Yn if he would want to marry him. Yn just laughed and after remarking that Jaime was silly he said yes. The confirmation made Jaime‘s face light up with joy and they kissed. It almost progressed to something more but after hearing a door being closed to loudly they just went to sleep, affraid of anybody catching them.

• Yn woke up and said a very personal goodbye to Jaime, then went to play with Rickon and Bran. He felt a slight suspicion after seeing how bright Jaime‘s face was but quickly forgot it after seeing his family. Looking back he should have at least asked Jaime if he was alright but by the time they met it was already too late.

• Unknowingly to Yn, Jaime didn’t just go to the King to oversee his duties. After confirming that the King has drank and fucked last night until the morning he felt that it was the perfect time to do what he had to do. He knocked on the door and received no answer so he went inside and woke the King and his yesterdays choice up. The girl quickly ran out and the King awoke with a great rumble. Robert shouted profanities at Jaime but he just simply smiled back at him and said: „ I am retiring. Your grace.“

• Silence followed the statement. Robert stared at Jaime for a second and laid back on his bed muttering that he was still asleep. Jaime simply replied with a no and the King sprung up and begann shouting so loud that Barristan Selmy barged in the room. Seeing that the King was standing naked in the room while shouting at Jaime, he turned to the man in question and paled at seeing Jaime smile at him. The smile was strange to him, Selmy never saw him smile with so much joy. He tried to clear the situation up but did not succeed. Some servants stood behind the open door, glancing at them some even giggled. This ongoing problem wasn’t solved until Ned stepped in. He looked around the room silently, but judgingly. Seeing Ned Robert tried to hold his anger in but his red face was a tell tale sign of his feelings. Jaime and Selmy were standing silently before the King, although Barristan was before Jaime. Before Ned could ask what had happened the King huffed and looked for his breeches. He tried to kick everybody but Ned out but Jaime went up to Ned and asked for his brothers hand in marriage. Only a gasp was heard from outside before Ned jumped on Jaime.

• Yn was playing something, he still didn’t understand what the game was, with the boys when they were interrupted by an erratic Sansa. She asked Yn to go to Ned‘s solar, so he went. When he stepped inside the solar he was greeted with a furious Ned, an even angrier Robert, a stone face Barristan Selmy and a cheeky Jaime with a red mark on his face. Yn was surprised to see the hand mark on Jaime‘s face, sure that it was not there the last time they saw each other. Regardless the hit Jaime seemed pretty happy. Well he was the only one in the room who had a high spirit, Yn couldn’t decide who was the angriest. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything Ned went to him and asked him if it was true. Seeing Yn confused face Ser Selmy explained what had happened in the last hour, from Jaime wanting to retire to Ned and Jaime fighting. By the end of the story everybody was looking at him, but Yn only sent a deathly stare at Jaime. When Ned asked again he nodded and told him that Jaime and he were soulmates. Ned paled, the King paled, even Baristan looked strange. Only Jaime looked like a child who got those rare candies from the Summer Isles. Jaime quickly stood up and went to the door, not before saying that he will discuss the wedding details with Lady Catelyn. At his words Yn felt his knees get weak but he ran after Jaime who almost disappeared in the corridor.

• They were gettin married. While the law and the Seven didn’t permit men marrying each other, the law of soulmates did allow soulmates of any kind to share a bed and life. Usually same sex soulmates were seen as unnatural and were recorded in history as best of best friends who were very very close but as friends and not as spouses. Only society saw same sex marriage as an issue, and there was rarely anybody of high society who went against these unsaid laws. But Jaime and Yn. They got married under the hearthtree of Winterfell, where hundreds of Starks have married before, with the happy Stark family on Yn side and the happy Tyrion on Jaime‘s. Cersei didn’t bother showing up and wouldn’t have allowed her children, but Robert wanted their attendances. The sudden wedding, and of the same sex, meant that only house Baratheon and Lannister attended from the south and some lords of the North. Yn was sure that Jaime only wanted to be quick about the wedding so that his father couldn’t say anything, since the ravens they sent out were still definitely on their way to the South.

• The ceremony itself was small but beautiful. The lords who attended behaved and were happy to eat and drink, the Royal Family itself wasn’t that happy. Robert was angry and bitter about Jaime leaving the Kings Guard but since the law of soulmates was even above the King he couldn’t do anything. Tyrion was happy but clearly confused what his brother was doing by a northerner side and Cersei was fuming. Yn often jokes that he will be poisoned but maybe there were some truths. The children of Cersei didn’t understand what was going on but the two youngest seemed content. Joffrey only attended because of Robert but whenever he looked up from his food his eyes were full of venom. Jaime and Yn enjoyed the wedding and were happy to spend their life together, they could forget about the future for one night.

• After a week the court has decided to venture back to Kings Landing, this time with Bran, Jon and Yn on their side. Jaime‘s plan has worked and he had caught Bran from falling down the Tower, and Bran has sworn to never ever go alone climbing after seeing his mother cry her hearth out. Yn wasn’t sure how long his promise would last but Jaime has taken him as an unofficial squire, alongside Jon who was very happy to bask in Jaime‘s presence. They were working with Jaime from morning till nightfall, never having free time although neither complained. Yn spent his time with the girls. Their bond got better but not perfect so Yn tried to mend it. Both Yn and Jaime felt ready for their future in Kings Landing, happy that they would be together through the hardships, like facing the whole court with all their lords. But they still had a lot to plan!

[greetingfromthedead]

"It's like you are a missing puzzle piece I've been looking for, that I've crossed the universe for. It feels like a god's plan to cross our paths, to be blessed enough to walk on the same ground, under the same stars at the same time. You drive me crazy, body and soul, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I don't get it all, I feel like you understand me better than I understand myself, like you can see into my heart and mind."

I'm a bag of mixed feelings and I do blame my manic episode for it. I've been writing 2-3 chapters (~1.8k word per) for 4 days straight now and I feel like I'm losing my marbles. I am really proud of myself for writing so much and I am ecstatic, that at this point, I have reached the final arc of the fic. But at the same time I feel like my writing is stumbling downhill like a wheel of cheese. I don't want to rush anything, but I don't want to add unnecessary shit either cause I feel like the pacing is fucked up enough as it is. Not to mention I am scared I will overwhelm people with my 90 chapter story and they will be too scared to even start it. So I have a question (again)...

Tempest Wind is a 18+ Vash x F!Reader fic with some spice, some gore, a bit of action and a lot of fluff, for added flavor there's a sprinkle of angst too ofc.

Until I have finished the whole story, feel free to indulge in the published DEMO chapters:

Perfect Morning - domestic fluff, intimacy, mild smuttiness, shy Vash

Festivities - delusional bliss on an unfamiliar planet with weird traditions, ice skating and sweet Vash

Burn - basically smuttiness with little actual plot

Keep an eye out for a new demo chapter coming withing the next two weeks. It's gonna be Vash trying to seduce the reader before they get together!

[my-brain-threw-up]

König SFW Headcanons

Background:

Real name is Elias Beckenbauer.

He’s 29 years old and from the Innsbruck area. His birthday is November 10th, making him a Scorpio.

Has a big extended family, but he is an only child.

His parents are both teachers at a secondary school. His dad teaches biology and his mom teaches literature.

He was raised around tons of younger cousins that are like little siblings to him.

Very close with his grandma on his dad’s side because she used to babysit him a lot.

His family is nominally Catholic, but most are not practicing, including him. Still attends the odd Christmas mass if he’s home for the holidays, mostly to make grandma happy.

Gets his height from his mom’s side. His dad’s family are averagely sized.

His constant growth made him gawky for most of his adolescence.

He didn’t fill out and grow into his height until his very late teens, mostly because he started working out and eating right when he joined the military.

His parents did not initially accept his choice to join the military, wishing he would choose a safer line of work. They relented, though, and are very proud of his accomplishments.

Appearance:

He’s 6'7'' or 201 cm tall. (6'10" is not technically canon, and visually, he looks about the same height as one of my friends who is 6'6" so I rounded up)

Has very dark brown, thick hair.

Used to have long hair as a teen. Shaved it off when he joined the military. Now he lets the top grow out a bit.

Got that 90s heartthrob, Dimitri from Anastasia, middle part going on. Has an undercut to stay cool under his mask.

Freckles and sunburns easily. But he eventually tans once the burn goes away.

Keeps his face clean shaven, finds facial hair too itchy and hot.

Has a scar across the middle of his mouth from accidentally being slashed with a knife during training. The other guy felt really bad.

Had acne as a teen. It's mostly cleared up now but he gets a breakout every so often from stress. Has a few clusters of acne scars on his back.

The front of his hips have some old, faded stretch marks from his extreme growth spurts.

True to form, he's got some serious muscles. Absolute tree trunk legs.

Has kinda crooked teeth. His canines flare out slightly from his other teeth.

Wears predominately simple t-shirt and pants combos in dark colors. He does like jewelry, though. Especially rings that he can fiddle with.

Pierced ears. Wears small silver rings in them when he remembers to.

Interests:

Favorite color is forest green.

Will listen to most kinds of music, but likes metal and industrial music the most. Rammstein, Type O Negative, Deftones, and KMFDM fan.

Though he doesn’t like regular crowds, he loves concerts. The loud music and the energy of the collective excitement is somewhat regulating for him. It gets his sillies out in a place where it feels acceptable.

He prefers to be in the bleachers instead of the pit, though, since he doesn't want to block the view.

He likes to cook, mostly standard German fare he learned from grandma. Makes a very good Kaiserschmarren, since that was his favorite growing up.

Coffee over tea. Treats himself to a fancy, flavored coffee periodically.

Parents got him into skiing as a child, both downhill and cross-country. Was a member of the ski club at his secondary school. Loved that he could cover his face with goggles and a balaclava. It made him feel protected from people’s eyes.

Got into marksmanship because he wanted to ski a biathlon. He has participated in three so far, getting fourth place as his personal best.

Also tried out ice hockey as a kid, but found that he didn’t like contact sports. Still enjoys watching it, though.

Extras (mostly funny):

Very clean, but couldn't organize to save his life.

Like he doesn't let dirty clothes pile up, but babes definitely lives out of laundry baskets because he forgets to fold it.

Snorts when he laughs.

Extensive mug collection.

*slightly NSFW* Batshit feral sense of humor. Definitely owns the "Don't bully me. I'll cum," t-shirt.

Owns a weighted blanket.

Uses the :3 emoji whenever possible because he thinks it's funny.

Unbeatable at Mario Kart.

[loganwritesprobably]

One Piece Fanfic

October Writing Day Twenty Two Prompt: Ice skating Source: Original Fandom: One Piece Pairing: Cross Guild Polycule

🗡️°。 ⋆༺🎪༻⋆。 °🐊

Buggy finds out that Crocodile is an incredible ice skater, and it all goes downhill from there.. but in a good way.

[alaskasbignaturals]

Do you think any of the other states do sports like skiing and snowboarding?

oh for SURE

definitely colorado of course, my moms family is from there and they grew up going to ski every weekend, and like i remember hiking in telluride and seeing a pass that my uncle once skiied down it was insane colorado ppl are so crazy good at skiing.

the rest of new england does as well. most of the mountains I've skiied on are in new Hampshire or vermont or maine and those are some great slopes for sure

i think california skiis but hes like okay at it he would rather not

washington and oregon snowboard together <3

oh also colorado goes skiing/snowboarding with wyoming frequently too

ive realized i only mentioned skiing and snowboarding but like, i feel like other states do regular sports as well. like the ones that pertain to the teams they have the most of etc...

also the midwest ski/board as well

OH ALSO, colorado does cross country skiing as well- my mom did it competitively growing up and i think its so cool. I've tried it myself as well its much different than downhill but its so cool

ALASKA I FORGOT ALASKA- he def skis as well ofc and snowboards too- and he mushes to get places of course

i just looked it up and alaskas not the only place that has mushing it looks like places like maine and new hampshire also have it too plus the midwest and Wyoming as well so that's super cool

one thing tho- is colorado highly respects new england bc their slopes are mostly dense snow and ice and nothing like the powder back in colorado so he gives them credit for skiing slopes like that

[stewyhosseini-bf]

need to talk about kendall for a sec, he truly is so miserable this episode ... the impact of everything has not hit him yet so it seems like he's walled-off and being Logan-esque but man... there's a piece of paper with his name on it and it's potentially crossed-out. And if it is, that confirms what Shiv said to him in s1 and kind of in this episode as well - if we know anything it's that there's one person on the planet he didn't want to be CEO and that's you. Like, whatever Ken manages to delude himself into thinking right now, the fact is that the paper is old. The fact that dad wanted him to take over 'sometimes' as Frank says, is nothing new. Everyone else can tell themselves the paper is old and meaningless but to Kendall it's like. Either this means his dad ultimately, maybe and at some point, did want it to be him, or he absolutely didn't. Like the best he can do with this is enjoy the uncertainty of not knowing whether its crossed-out or underlined. Worst is again, that if nothing else, Logan did not want it to be Kendall, period, end of story, pencil on paper, no question about it anymore. And all of this is pointed out and emphasized throughout the episode by the two people who, up until now, were his closest relationships and allies so far, the sibs. Who not only insist that it's meaningless and/or old, but then also immediately go back to doing what they did in s1 - icing him out and ignoring him ... which, btw, I'm not saying isn't also his fault lmao. He does immediately retort back to being cunty and positioning himself above them but that's also because he feels attacked by them in the first place, its a never-ending cycle ... the dogs are fighting etc. and so he's left. with the siblings pissed off at him, even if they begrudgingly agree to his plan.. a piece of paper that may or may not mean his dad had absolutely closed the door on him taking over (which isn't even anything new! but the carrot has been dangled in front of his face now so of course he gets his hopes up again, only for them to be crushed again immediately), which in his mind, of course also closes the door on the possibility that Logan loved him at all. And when he brings this up with Frank and tells him I don't think he liked me I think I disappointed him... the best Frank can earnestly give him is 'He loved you. I think.' and now, because he's kendall and he's self-destructive and ever-trying to be the KLR his dad wanted him to be, he fucked with his already-strained relationship with the siblings by going behind their backs with the smear-campaign, which he's, btw, undoubtedly going to hate himself for as well once it all starts going downhill. kendallgirls we're really in it now, huh.

[amalia-uwu]

The Care that You Need

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Undertale by Toby Fox

Horrortale by Sour Apple Studios @horrortalecomic

Prompts by @a-whispering-echo

Fic by me

I don't own undertale or horrortale or the prompts. The rights go to the respective owners! This story is for entertainment purposes only!

Warnings ⚠️: blood, angst, (inaccurate) panic attack, hurt /comfort. Injuries, mention of almost death,

¡Enjoy!

He was walking home. Snow crunched under his feet. In his face you could discern a wave of sorrow, sadness, anger, bitterness, betrayal..

His head ached, his wound hadn't healed. It was just a few moments ago where he had to fight Undyne..

There were moments.. Moments like these where he cursed the day and the moment that human crossed their path..

He was tired. His feet couldn't walk any longer, he stopped by a tree and leaned his back there..

He looked around making sure he was alone.

His eyes landed on his hands. There was blood on them. His blood, their blood.

They could have found another way..

But no, Alphys wanted to sacrifice him against his will.

No!

No, Sans wasn't selfish. He actually wanted to help..

That's what he always wanted... He always wanted to help those in need.

He could have fixed the core. If she had just listened to him. They could live happily..

But.. Heh... But no, things where never easy. Things always had to go downhill.. Heh... Heh..

A few steps away from him there was a frozen lake. He slowly crawled towards it.

Once he reached it, he looked at his reflection.

“......”

He touched his skull and eye reluctantly and...

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!”

His screaming echoed throughout the forest, scarring some birds who flew away at the sudden scream.

He punched the ice cracking it and hurting his k'nuckles as well.

He punched the ice again and again breaking it completely. The ice broke into tiny pieces.

He could still see his reflection in the water. He punched the it as a result his image faded in the troubled water. He sat down and put his head on his knees.

«Why?» he thought...

Heh... 'that's a question that will never be answered.

He got up with shaky woobly legs Papyrus must be worried sick.

He teleported home.

Once inside his home... He stood in the living room....

“SANS? WHERE WERE YOU? WE HAVE POWER!! I'VE BEEN CALLING YOU AND YOU DIDN'T PICK UP!! I WAS WORRIED!!” Papyrus voice came from the kitchen.

Sans said nothing, he snorted bitterly.

His lower 'lip' quivered.

Papyrus let go of the pot he was holding, closed the kitchen and walked towards the living room.

“SANS? YOU FALL ASLEEP ON THE COUCH? YOU LAZY BONES?”

As soon as he stepped on the living room. His soul sunk..

There on the floor on his knees was his brother.

The brother whom he loved so much!

Papyrus looked at his brother's face and examined him.

His once beautiful cyan and yellow eye was now bloody red. His skull had a nasty crack.. Blood was still running down his head. His blood stained his clothes.

“S-SANS? WH-WHAT HAPPENED? WHO? WHO DID THIS TO YOU?”

«What... happened?.! ...» Papyrus questioned fear, worry in his face and voice.

......

Sans's face was 'emotionless'.... Neutral...

However as soon as he heard the question

«What happened?»

....

Everything that had happened came to crash him down.

He remembered...

...everything...

How she attempted to kill him. He remembered the feeling of his eye being removed violently and his skull cracking..

He was back there. He was reliving what had happened hours ago.

In a matter of seconds the room  felt like it ran out of air.  He couldn't breathe.

The place suffocated him. He grabbed his chest and started gasping for air. He made choking noises.

Papyrus calmly held him by the shoulders, firmly yet gently.

He spoke softly “Sans? Brother? I need to you to listen to me. Follow my voice and tell me what you see?”

Sans was gasping. His eyes unfocused...

Papyrus kept talking to him. “Follow my voice! I am here for you and I want to help you! Tell me what you see?”

Sans blinked “I... I see a scarf”

Papyrus nodded softly “Good, what color is the scarf?”

Sans gulped, his breathing calming down slowly. Sweat running down his brow mixing with blood.

“R-red...” he slowly started regained control of his breathing.

“Allright, Sans, good what else do you see?” Papyrus asked again relieved that sans was slowly snapping out of it.

“I see you paps” he said a little calmer than before.

“Allright, where are we?” Papyrus asked still holding Sans shoulders.

Sans looked around. He was home. He wasn't back there...

Sans's eyes focused. His breathing had returned to normal (almost)

“We are home” he said panting.

Papyrus sighed in relief.

"Sans? What happened to you... I know you don't like talking much but please.. Let me help you! Let me give you the care that you need! I can give it to you. All you have to do is ask."

Sans jumped in his brother's hug and started sobbing.

He explained to him what they did to him.. Papyrus was listening to him closely.

If papyrus had blood you could say it  was boiling.

He felt appalled by what Undyne and Alphys did. He moreover felt shocked yet he understood his brothers actions.

He kept listening as Sans wailed in his arms.

Sans bawled his soul out. After what seemed like forever he looked at Papyrus and asked “D-do *sniff* do  you *sniff* hate me?” his face bathed in tears.

Papyrus was taken aback “Why? Brother? Hate you for what? I can never know what I would have done if I were you...

Sure, I believe everyone can change if the want to and if they try... But... some creatures are just... unredeemable. No matter what happens, they can't change, they refuse to change” he stated hugging Sans tighter.

“I love you brother, no matter what! Never forget that! Thank you for telling me!” Papyrus spoke softly.

Sans smiled through tears. Papyrus smiled and wiped away some trails of tears. “I love you too papyrus! Thank you for listening to me!” he looked at him.

“Everything is going to be okay! Whatever it is we will face it together!” Papyrus smiled

Sans smiled weakly. “Yeah... Thanks pap!”

Papyrus smiled “Of course! Now, we need to clean you up and take care of your injuries” he got up and offered his hand on his brother

“Come on brother! Allow the Great Papyrus to help you!”

Sans looked at his brother and at his stretched hand. He smiled weakly /tiredly and took his hand.

He got up but tripped and fell forwards. Papyrus caught him “oops sorry bro” sans spoke weakly

Papyrus smiled softly “Fear not brother the great papyrus will give you the care that you need. Come you've been through a lot”

Papyrus carried him in the bathroom where he removed his bloody dirty clothes. He began cleaning him gently.

Sans was silent for most part when a question popped in his mind.

“Papyrus?” he began.

“Yes brother?”

“Can you fix something that is broken?

Do you think something that is already broken can be fixed?

Do you think something broken beyond repair can return to the way it was before?”

Papyrus was silent. He knew were sans was going. “No, but I can try! I will stay here by your side my brother. I will make the impossible, possible. I have hope that things will turn out to be okay! It won't be easy but, you are not alone.. You have me! Besides, we can only move forward... It's gonna be okay Sans! ”

Sans smiled softly “Thanks bro...”

Papyrus patted his scapula gently.

He washed him, dressed him and took care of his wounds.

He fed him a little. Sans hugged his brother and sighed.

Maybe, Papyrus was right. The past belong to the past. The future is unknown but it didn't matter. Everything will be okay! It will take time... But everything will be okay!

After all, there is always a rainbow after a strom.

“I love you bro! You are the best!” Sans said softly, eyes closed listening to his brother's soulbeat.

Papyrus smiled softly and hugged him back caressing his back.

“I love you too sans!”

The end! 😘

Thank you for reading! 💙

Please let me know what you think!! Have a great time! 😁 XoXo💋💋💕

[pom-seedss]

Got tagged by @arts-i-enjoy at just the right time to be able to do one of these things. It's a nifty ask game!

Are you named after anyone?

I think my middle name is based off of some kind of Sears or Eatons model but I cannot verify this.

When was the last time you cried?

Ahh ha ha haha. next please.

Do you have kids?

Nah.

What sports do you play/have you played?

Competitively I used to play a lot. Hockey, curling, ringette, baseball, gymnastics, ice skating, volleyball, basketball. - Basically the only team sport that I didn't participate in was soccer because I couldn't stand soccer. Non-competitively I did rock climbing, general obstacle courses, roller blading, swimming, tubing/water skiing/wakeboarding, archery, hiking, snowmobiling, downhill and cross country skiiing... Dodge ball > : )

Do you use sarcasm?

No. Never. [/sarcasm]

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I don't really notice things in a particular order.... I guess someone's style since I usually notice like... earrings, pins, cute sweaters, neat beards.... novel stimuli is what I notice if I notice people.

What's your eye color?

Brown

Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both?

Any talents?

I'd like to think I have quite a few. I can sing pretty well, I can draw pleasing things, I'm pretty good at making people laugh. I am a good listener and apparently good to bounce things off of. I got a lot of those "soft skills" you always hear about but can never monetize, lol. But I am content with just being helpful for the people in my life.

Where were you born?

Canada.

What are your hobbies?

Art, video games and animal keeping are the biggins because they are what I have the most energy for. I pick up and drop various physical hobbies (crossstitch, knitting, clay modeling) all the time though but none have a lot of staying power. I like the learning process more than anything, I think.

Can just "learning" be a hobby I guess?

Do you have any pets?

1 Doggo, 2 cats, 1 tiny parrot!

How tall are you?

Short enough to cause problems. 5'2" ish.

Favorite subject in school?

In school? Philosophy and Culture classes were probably my favs.

Dream job?

Ah haha. In a dream world, I want to be a little Renaissance Man with a patron who pays all my bills and leaves me to create. Occasionally asking for something specific to which I can bend my mind to, but otherwise allowed to create freely at my own pace. In reality? I don't really have job aspirations since my disability is so bad, but I'd love something just simple like working at a small town grocer or something. (lol, I say in reality as though big chains haven't made the concept of a general store all but nonexistent outside of extremely rural places ... and even then....) When I was in grade 6 we were supposed to like make plans and figure out what we wanted to do with our lives and I thought it was dumb because I was 12 and knew there were jobs out there I'd never even concieved of so how was I to pick right now? So I just said a dumb answer like I wanted to run a convenience store and didn't take it seriously. Though the more I am out in the world the more I think 12 year old me was right. Just a nice mostly quiet job serving my community, dealing with the public and all that entails but not necessarily the same overwhelming level as retail. And not like... in a city. Small town or bust for this dream I think.

So... uh...tagging... uh..... @evilweasel24 , @ravenbara , @rembrandtswife , @localcryptideli , um..um...um... that's all who I can think of to tag in this I am sorry v.v

[ahgasegotarmy116]

so it's apparent that difh jungkook and his wife's marriage was an arranged marriage which started off okay, but at some point, went downhill. what made his wife realise that jungkook wasn't the man that she had thought she had married and what kind of husband was he towards her? he must've been cold and calculated for her to completely stop trying and give up on him.

Stumbling into the house past three am has become somewhat of a habit these days and no matter how much she tells me off I just don't really care anymore.

"Really Jungkook? Have another important meeting tonight?" my wife says, walking out of our bedroom to greet me at the front door. "Yes actually it was" I say while kicking off my shoes and walking past her, tuning out half of what she says while I walk into our bedroom.

"So business meetings happen at strip clubs these days huh?" she says while I get undressed, not bothering to hide the mark one of the girls left on me. "Honey I don't get to choose the location of these meetings we have" I slur out and make my way into the bathroom.

"Bullshit! You're the son of the CEO and the head supervisor on this project. You had more than enough pull to pick the location" she calls my bluff, following after me.

"The whole team wanted to go alright? Now can you please keep your voice down? Pretty sure our son is trying to sleep" I say while turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up.

"Like you care" she scoffs, crossing her arms and turning her face away from me. "Not like you give a damn about him these days anyways" she mumbles and I know I have no grounds to argue on that.

"I'll take him to go get ice cream or something this weekend now are you gonna get in or not?" I ask her as I open the shower door wider for her.

"If you think I'm gonna shower with you after you pull a stunt like this then you're even crazier than I thought you were" she growls at me before storming out, slamming the bathroom door behind her.

~~~~

After I finish getting dressed I'm met with an empty bed and a soft knocking on my door.

I open it slowly and watch as my seven year old son yawns while rubbing his eye before looking up at me. "Daddy why is Mommy crying?" he asks, his bright doe eyes the spitting image of how mine used to look.

"Mommy and Daddy just had a little fight Bud, don't worry about it. Let's get you back to bed yeah?" I say, turning him around and walking him back over to his room and tucking him in.

"Please don't fight with Mommy anymore. She's always so sad because she misses you. I miss you too" he says while dozing off again. "Okay buddy I'll try, now go back to sleep. Things will look better in the morning"

"Promise?" he asks through a yawn. "Promise" I respond before giving him a quick kiss on the head and closing his door behind me.

~~~~~

Just an example of how their family dynamic was when it was getting to the breaking point.

Hope that answered your question 🥰