#like when I tell you I was absolutely SPEACHLESS! like I couldn’t think of something to say for a good 5 mins

[pickafandomanyfandom]

My brother just told me that my father told him “Aro-ace people don’t have feelings”

THATS HOW HE TOLD MY BROTHER WHAT BEING ASEXUAL AND/OR AROMANTIC IS?!?!!!? JUST OHH YEAH THEY DONT HAVE FEELINGS AT ALL. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

When I tell you the unfathomable rage that stirred up in my stomach. I was absolutely speechless. Like that slapped me across the face I legitimately couldn’t.

[a-dose-of-tuefort]

How would the mercs react to receiving flowers from their s/o?

This is... a lot longer than I realized oops vkgkksjfkd. I'm on mobile so I cant put it under the cut either 😔 hope you like these tho!!

Trigger warnings: ask to tag

Reader pronouns: they/them

-Scout-

He's a little stunned at first and tries to hide the fact he's a wee bit flustered

Flowers? For him?? You went out of your way to get something for him???

He won't shut up about it and proceeds to brag to everyone that he got flowers from you

Expect to receive extra attention from him, he is now glued to you

He starts teasing you for loving him and getting all sappy

In reality he can't get over the fact that you got him something

If they're real flowers he will want to take care of them and keep them but he can barely take care of a plant and is afriad about killing them

If they're fake then he keeps them in a vase on his desk

He'll go out of his way to give you something in return

-Pyro-

Oh yay flowers!!! He is very happy over this!!

He'll give you one of his world famous hugs and carry you around the rest of the day if you allow him

He'll want to go and pick his own flowers for you and he'll make a flower crown for you to wear!

He's really happy that you got him flowers, flowers are on his list of his top ten favorite things!!

If they're real flowers he'll do his best to take care of them and water them and give them the best fertilizer

No need to worry, he wouldn't dare burn anything that you got him

You'll probably catch him just staring at the flowers in awe every now and then

-Soldier-

He's not used to soft and sweet stuff like getting or receiving flowers so he'll probably check if anyone else is around before pulling you in for a quick hug

He doesn't really know how to take care of plants but he'll make sure to put it somewhere his raccoons couldn't mess with it

He will want to get you something in return but he doesn't know what to get you

He'll probably give you something that means a lot to him, like one of his favorite buckets or such

He loves it more than he knows how to express

If anyone questions why he has flowers he will completely own the fact that you got him the flowers

-Demoman-

He's absolutely touched by it and can and will pepper you in kisses for it

He will tell you all the different little things he likes about the flower like the colors and the shape of the petals

If they're real flowers then he manages to keep them alive but isn't truly quite good with plants

He'll probabaly decorate the pot or vase that the flowers are in

He'd probably do that thing where if no one is around he'll sometimes talk to the plant

He's probably a little flustered when you first give him the flowers and he gets a little blushy over it

He will probably continue to thank you for the next day or so

-Heavy-

Heavy has never seen a lot of flowers since he was in Russia for a while and the base is in the middle of no where

He definitely makes sure to take the best care of the flowers that he can

Since the base isn't too lively in color it's rather nice to have something that stands out a little

When you gift him the flowers he makes sure to hold them as carefully as possible and makes sure to tell you how much he loves them and you

If anyone questions why he has dainty little flowers he might get a little embarrassed, but is prideful in the fact that you got them for him

He keeps a watering can right next to the flowers and gives it clean water on the daily

He isn't the best at first for taking care of the flowers since he's not used to plants, but he gets the hang of it pretty quickly

-Engineer-

He is truly flattered

He'll put the flowers in a vase and keep it on his desk where he does most of his work so he can see it whenever he'd like

He probably bought some ribbon and wrapped it around the vase like a bow

He knows what he's doin when it comes to taking care of flowers so they end up lasting for a long while

He will sometimes get a little distracted staring at the flowers that you got him

He'd probably want to get you something in return like a necklace or such that you can keep

Turns out Engi is a lowkey floral guy and he didn't realize this until you got him flowers

He's a little bashful about it but he makes sure that he properly thanks you for the gift

-Medic-

He is surprised at first that you would get him such a thing

He is a little speachless but once he finally finds his wording his pretty happy and promises to take good care of the flowers

He makes sure to keep them somewhere that his doves wouldn't try messing with them

He also creates some special flower juice to ensure that the flowers live for well..much longer than flowers normally should

He tests out the flower juice on other plants first because he doesn't want to mess up the ones that you got him

He likes the flowers and thinks they lighten up his room a little bit!

He has little time periods in his schedule where he makes sure to check on the flowers

-Sniper-

Flowers? For him? He's very bashful about it and definitely gets flustered

He tries to hide the fact that he's a little giddy about it

He almost immediately runs off with them to go and find a special place to set them and ends up putting the flowers right on his windowsill

He's very good at taking care of plants and the flowers are very much thriving

He likes to tell you and keep you updated on how well the flowers are doing

He also likes to talk to the flower in his free time, he believes it'll help it grow

He's extra delicate with the flowers, not wanting to hurt it or accidnelty tear a petal or leaf on it

-Spy-

He's very flattered by the romantic gesture

He shows his thanks by getting you somethin in return, perhaps a box of expensive chocolates or such

He gets only the highest quality of soil and special water for the flowers

He has a whole little area for the flowers with a nice vase and its resting in a doily

He doesn't trust anyone else (asides from you ofc) to take care of the flowers

He has an odd liking towards flowers so he really likes the gift

He'll probably give you extra kisses just because

[wren-bishop]

Bishop Gameroom // The boys

Wren, Stevie, Jesse, and Chase get together to go over some text messages. 

@stevie-summers @jessekxller @chase-stephens​

Wren: Wren was sitting with his phone plugged into the TV to cast, "Seriously, look at these" he said, happy they were having a moment away from Jonah. He felt bad about it all.

Jesse: Jesse watched as the text messages played came up on the tv. "Oh my god." He said speachless

Wren: "Also! I posted this instagram story at [insert time] and she tweeted, hear me out at [insert time]. Am I crazy??? She's tweeting about me, right?" said Wren feeling like a maniac.

Stevie: Stevie couldn't help but laugh, "This girl is really a piece of work."

Jesse: Jesse's eyes went wide. "Oh yeah thats def about you, but you could chill with the grey. My poor eyes can't unsee that."

Wren: "I wasn't thinking about that" said Wren, "I was just tryna be confident, gimme a break. Also trying to catch a new honey" he added.

Chase: Chase rolled up, "hey guys, she has strep so I'm here and why is Wren's gray sweatpants thirst trap just chillin on the tv?" said Chase as he sat down on the couch, Wren caught him up to speed and showed the texts. "So is anyone gonna tell Jonah?" he asked.

Stevie: "You look dude. Nothing wrong with showing off a bit." Stevie told Wren with a smile before turning her attention to Chase. "Not it! I got nothing to do with this. This one's on you guys."

Chase: "Can't someone just tell Juliette? I feel like she gives him bad news all the time" said Chase, hoping to god it wouldn't be him. But lets be honest, it was totally going to be him.

Jesse: Jesse shook his head "I would... but Me + Jonah + devyn = a bad discussio"

Jesse: "I just..... I can't believe she called you daddy right up in there.."

Wren: "Right? At first I was kinda into getting even with Jonah, but she kept mentioning him and then hitting on me? Like I'm usually not good with this stuff ... but even I noticed" said Wren

Jesse: "And people look at me sideways when I say she plays them mind games. The 'I only think of you' meanwhile she trynna slide down my pants and yours"

Wren: "In my defense, I am horny and weak ... and she's so hot" said Wren with a wince, "but I think she might legit be nuts, also did you see that thing about how she said I'm friends with nerds?? The audacity when she's wanted like half of us"

Stevie: "You think she would've learned after screwing you over." Stevie motioned her head towards Jesse. "I guess Chase is next." she patted the boy's back.

Chase: "I mean, she called me a perv ... so I think that I'm safe for now" said Chase, "also two out of three of these conspiracies are traaaaaaaaaaaash. Riley not being blind? That's a low blow" he added, kinda annoyed.

Jesse: "Yeah, shes hot be let me be real. Her head game is weak and the sex is kinda boring." Jesse said with a shrug. "Bro. I heard that the car accident she was in was like.. really bad. She told me she was in the hospital for months."

Stevie: "Couldn't be me." Stevie shook her head. "But yeah, I'm not really sure why she would think Riley would lie about something like that."

Jesse: "She said its because shes good at cheer." Jesse said pulling out his phone and pulluing up her instagram and scrolling. "Whats a worlds champion?" He said before watching some videos from before her accident. "Oh my god how does someone do flips like that????" He said a bit shook. "I don't think shes lying. I've witnessed her walk into a door once"

Chase: "Riley was the best on the team before the accident, and she definitely still kicks ass" said Chase.

Wren: "The sex was boring? Not doing that again" said Wren with an eyeroll.

Jesse: "And shes hot." Jesse pointed out. "Go griffin, hot and flexiable" He said with a laugh. "Was Val boring in bed too? God I got lucky with Olivia."

Wren: "We only fucked once" said Wren, "didn't even get my dick sucked" admitted Wren.

Stevie: "So hot." Stevie smiled to herself. "Cut these girls some slack, at least you all get off by the end of it." she teased them. "But seriously dude, get your dick sucked. Have fun."

Wren: "People keep playing me, do I just look like I enjoy used by girls with no perks?" asked Wren, half joking.

Jesse: "stop!" Jesse said shaking his head. "You deserve it all, wrenny." Jesse added on. "Okay but like, If imma go down on her, she should at least return the favor." Jesse pointed out. "What if you gave all the head and didn't get any back?" he asked Stevie

Stevie: "That's gotta be someone's kink." Stevie said as a joke. "I'm sure you'll get your dick sucked soon." she gave Wren a thumbs up. "Well that's just being inconsiderate. I like to hookup with nice people that care about making me feel good as well." she said, placing her hand over her heart.

Wren: "I swear to god, cone of silence ... looking at you Chase. But I've never gotten head, only given it" said Wren, kind of embarrassed.

Jesse: "Wren, baby. You have to be more assertive." Jesse pointed out. "But Devyn would prob do it if you asked her, but like I said. It was weak." He added in. "But we can't deny shes a simp for simp nation"

Wren: "Girls just aren't into me. Maybe I should just take Asher up on his offer" joked Wren, well about the second half. "She is! That's what makes no sense" he replied.

Stevie: "Dude, how many times do I have to tell you? Girls are into you. I wouldn't lie to you." Stevie shook her head. "I mean I heard Asher already made himself quite comfortable in your room at the party so..."

Jesse: "Careful. Make sure that boy gets tested before you even look at him." He said with a laugh. "There are plenty of single hot girls in this school that would love you blow you." Jesse took out his phone again. "You guys should see the texts between me and devyn"

Chase: Chase kept his damn mouth shut about the fact that it did not happen.

Wren: Wren passed the connector to Jesse, "Feel free to demonstrate to the class" he said.

Stevie: "God there's more?" Stevie asked after laughing

Jesse: Jssse plugged in his phone. “This is the text message saying she thinks about me and my dick when she is in bed alone” he said before scrolling a big more up. “This is her telling me how much she likes my dick and then throws in a hope it runs in the family comment. Like gross.” He said before scrolling to the bottom “and this is her apologizing for it because I actually stood up for myself and let’s not forget how she tweeted the world that I was small.”

Wren: "Yeah calling a man small, not cool" said Chase, war flashbacks to the gossip blog anons.

Jesse: “I’m not even small and hate to share I’m not even average.” He said with a shrug. “She just trying to make all the girls think I am so they stay away but jokes on her because Olivia loves me and not just for my dick size”

Wren: "Not to shit on her sexuality and stuff, but what's with the dick obsession? And voicing it that much? Like if I tweeted about boobs like that, I would be absolutely cancelled" said Wren.

Jesse: “I heard she made out with that blond girl, Kelly’s sister. Maybe she’s gay.AND and. During spin the bottle she made out with Riley.”

Stevie: Stevie tried holding in her laugh when she read his response saying he was hard. Men. So weak. "So uh, did you ever tell Olivia about these?" she asked with raised brows.

Jesse: “I told her” he said simply. He didn’t want to say that he kissed her but they probably knew since devyn also tweeted that he was a cheater. “Told her how she was all over me and begging. Also told Jonah that but I’d love to hear how she is twisting that around even when she asked me to go back to her house with her.”

Wren: "So someone needs to tell Jonah" said Wren, kinda worried about him, "He shoulda just stayed with my sister"

Stevie: Stevie let out a sigh, "This shit is such a mess." she said as if she wasn't dealing with her own mess with girls. "Yeah like soon." she agreed. "How is she by the way?" she asked Wren.

Jesse: “Well it won’t be me. I don’t want him to think I’m doing it out of jealousy or some shit. But I also don’t want to see him hurt but like... I don’t want to give him another reason to hate me and is not talk again,”

Wren: "She's vulnerable and will hurt anyone" said Wren, "so don't try anything. Just talk to your little internet girlfriend"

Jesse: Jesse gave wren a look before pulling up rorys Instagram which presented into the tv.

Stevie: Stevie looked over at Wren with wide eyes before hitting his arm, "I wasn't going to try anything, and she's not my girlfriend."

Wren: "Guys, we're twins. Can we not do this?" said Wren with an exaggerated sigh.

Jesse: “Oh don’t worry. We are going to your page next.” He said before switching to wrens.  “Devyn was right. You are hot.” He said playfully

Stevie: "Sooo hot." Stevie nodded her head and winked at Wren.

Wren: "I haven't managed to post enough to get the pictures of Chanel down on my page" said Wren, "or Valerie" he said realizing he should have probably said that first.

Jesse: “That’s what the delete button is for” he said pointing out. “Or the acrhive feature so it doesn’t delete them but they are hidden”

Stevie: "His heart couldn't handle deleting them." Stevie said, nudging Wren.

Wren: "I like the pictures, it's just ... they don't need to be at the top of my feed" said the boy, "haha very funny Steve"

Stevie: "They do look good in these pictures." Stevie looked through the pictures he had with the girls. "We can do like a whole photoshoot and get some sweet pics. It'll be fun. My parents have one nice ass camera we can use."

Jesse: "We can take some thirst traps and put them all up. Some snazzy captions abou how we are not all losers." Jesse pointed out as well

Wren: "Turtlenecks?" said Wren half joking, his sister had put him in one and he rather liked it. He'd never lived anywhere cold before, and he knew Stevie always commented on them.

Jesse: "I should invest in some turtle necks, i think people are tired of seeing me in plain long sleeves." He said playfully, thats really all he wore. "Are they really comfortable?"

Stevie: "Ah you know I just love the turtlenecks." Stevie teased her friend. "I think they are. We can all wear one and have one festive ass photoshoot. I'll make some corny family Christmas cards with the pictures. It'll be great." she said jokingly.

Wren: “Sounds like a plan to me” said Wren putting in a game. “But enough of that, let’s blow off some steam, boys and Steve” he said tossing each of them a controller.

[the-avengers-ate-my-tongue]

Speachless (part 1)

Summary: after a few days out visiting your mom in other state, Alana calls you to tell you Will was arrested for the murder of Abigail Hobbs and the victims of the copycat killer. You and Will are currently involved, and you know he’d never do something like that but, with consistent evidences and all fingers pointed to him, how would you prove the man you love is innocent? 

Pairing: Will Graham x reader

Warnings: swearing, a little angst

Word count: 2843 

A/N: Hannibal again! Haha, I’m still obsessed and managed to introduce a friend to the show, soon I’ll start a cult (just kidding. Or am I?). One of the things that bothered me and my friend the most at the end of season one was how everyone just turned their backs to Will so quickly. I understand, they’re FBI, there were evidences, but I don’t know, maybe it’s my favoritism for the character talking. My friend also said that she found unnerving how he’s treated like a machine, a tool, especially by Jack Crawford. That stuck in my mind for days, and I decided to write something at the end of season one to let my mind flow my frustration. Hope you guys enjoy it! Probably there will be a second part of this, I still have a few scenes in my mind and this was supposed to be a oneshot. Let’s see how it goes.

XXX

“What do you mean he was arrested?” My voice trembled while I drove as fast as I could back to Virginia. “Alana, you have to tell me what's going on. Will doesn't need to be arrested, he needs…”

“Some evidences where found in his house yesterday, Y/N.” Her voice faulted, and I could hear her sadness bursting out and reaching me like a breeze. “We really tried to contact you. The FBI found genetic material of the victims of the copycat. They... They think Will killed all those people”.

For a second, I felt my hands go numb. My eyes were wide, my mouth dry. I had no reaction. I lost my attention on the road, only to regain it by almost hitting a huge truck. 

I yelled in anticipation, turning as much as I could. The car drove off the road, skidding on sand and finally stopping a few meters ahead.

“Y/n? What's happening?” Alana's voice sounded urgent and took me out of my daze. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“This is ridiculous!” I snapped, and Alana sighed with relief. “Will did not kill them! He wasn't even sick when Cassie Boyle or Marissa Schuur was murdered.”

“The evidences were substantial. And after Abigail, after today, there's nothing we can do for him... At least not anymore” Alana admitted with moderated grief. I felt my mouth dry at the same time I could feel my own sweat soak the wheel under my hands. I could also feel my nails digging so hard the pain woke me up.

“Fucking Jack Crawford” I tried not to sound so revolted, but I couldn't help it. “Damn FBI. We warned him. We saw Will lose his sanity over and over and we didn't do shit. We saw he was breaking. Goddammit... We failed him.”

“I know you two were...” She hesitated, looking for words to put it lightly. “Involved. He escaped custody while he was being taken to Baltimore State Hospital this afternoon. Just promise me you won't do anything stupid and will call Jack or me if he tries to reach you.”

I opened and closed my mouth a few times, uncertain of what to say.

“Y/n.” Alana tried again in a softer tone. “Will's not himself at the moment. He killed Abigail and maybe four more people. I... I don't want to worry about you too.”

I realized how much wrecked she sounded, and a small and unwanted smile crossed my lips.

“I'm a big girl, Lana. You don't have to worry about me, you know?” I tried to laugh it off, but it just came out as a cry.

“Jack wants to see you. You might need to give a statement.” She replied. “We tried to contact you sooner. How's your mom?”

“She’s fine, it was just a warning for her to stop eating junkie food all the time. I can't do this right now, Alana. I can't just chit chat like that and I can't see Jack being this affected. I need to clear up my head. I'll go home, have a shower and...”

My voice just faded as I rubbed my eyes. How was that happening? The last time I talked to Will, he said he was planning to take Abigail Hobbs to Minnesota. That was three days ago. How did so much happen in this short matter of time? 

“What did Hannibal say in all of this? He was supposed to warn Jack if he'd seen Will would break. Where was he in all of this?” I couldn't hide my annoyed tone. Hannibal was an old acquaintance of mine as well as Alana's, and I'm sure he'd find my tone quite insolent if he could hear me right now. 

“He was the first one Will called. He showed me a drawing he made of a clock two weeks ago. It was normal. Whatever it is, it's something that comes and goes and gives him episodes of instability.”  

“Couldn't it be some sort of encephalitis?” I asked after a few seconds of silence, trying to see the evidences. “He had a lot of fever, especially by night time. It got worse after a while. Sometimes he'd like... Vanish mentally to somewhere I couldn't reach. I'd talk to him, but he wasn't really there, you know? In his own mind.”

“I thought about encephalitis, too. He escaped custody before we could run some tests. That's also why we need to find him as soon as possible. It's a dangerous condition, he needs treatment.”

“You're absolutely right. Of course, I'll... See what I can do.” I hated the way my voice sounded so unsure, and I knew Alana would notice it.

She sighed.

“Are you sure you're okay to drive? If you text me your location, I can pick you up.”

“I'm fine. Just half an hour and I'll be home safe and sound.” I said in a melancholic tone. “I'll call Jack later and see what I can do to help.”

She probably was relieved to see some sign of cooperation, even if I didn't really mean it. I hung up and, before I could even realize, drove to Will's place even knowing he wouldn't be there. Of course he wouldn't. I just needed to be sure.

A few minutes later, I parked outside, getting out of the car with my legs like jelly. Not even the dogs were there. That broke my heart even more, as if they extinguished all of Will's essence of the place. I went back to the car with my heart heavy, heading straight home. A shower would do me some good.

By the moment I turned the key on the keyhole I felt the atmosphere changing. Like electric sparks in the air that made all possible hair in my body stand up. I could barely assimilate the hand gripping my pulse and pulling me inside, another firm hand shutting my mouth.

I tried to gasp for air so I could scream but, as I realized the smell that came inside my lungs, my whole body relaxed and I felt relieved.

Will. He was there.

He smelled like pine trees, wet dirt, aftershave and sometimes fish. And dogs, always dogs. A smell that was far from bad and reminded me of him. My eyes were filled with tears as I saw his state. He was pale, sweating and wearing an orange uniform. His breathing was accelerated, he was trembling.

I took his hand off my mouth and pulled him close, throwing myself into his arms. I hid my face in his neck, taking a deep breath. His smell, his essence was still there indeed. I closed my eyes as I felt my tears wet my face, and he hid his face in my hair, grabbing myself in a hug so tight I could feel my bones cracking. I stood away only to see his face. He had this feverish complexion that only made me more worried as I recalled of Alana's words.

“Talk to me, Will. What's happening?” I practically begged, pulling him to the sofa. “God, you're burning up, Will. You have to see a doctor.”

“Y/n, you have to hear me now. Someone is framing me.” He started while refused to sit, his eyes a little wide. “Someone is trying to make it look like I committed the crimes of the copycat. We find him, we find the copycat. It's someone who's close, who knew the case and the evidences, someone in the bureau. Someone we know.”

I felt the shivers go around my body like an electric shock, taking a few steps behind as I covered my mouth with one hand. He sounded very sure, and I couldn't help remember the confusion that stroke his mind in the past few weeks. My mind worked fast and I evaluated all the information I had so far on the cases, trying to make connections. I could see Will was agitated but he allowed me to take my time, and his confidence on me gave me more strength. Even if you could separate the fact that Will was unstable from evidences and informations I had, for me there was still a gap. Missing data. 

So I decided to trust him. Trust the man I knew he was, the man I cared deeply about. The selfless, kind man I could see under his armor. Took me a long time to break through the thick layer, and I wouldn't turn my back on him now. He was not the "catching bad guys machine", and I felt like I was the only one that could see it at the moment. There must be an explanation.

“Someone that had easy access to your house, knew your routine, knew exactly what was happening to you...” I felt my heart pumping through my chest like a hummingbird. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that it was someone close. Probably someone I knew, someone wearing a social mask I couldn't see beyond it. I started searching for clues in my own mind, but i suspected any single little thing would seem suspicious if I didn't get more information. I looked to Will one more time, and saw a little pity in his eyes. No one wanted to find out that someone they know, probably someone close could commit those horrible crimes.

I sighed, scanning his face. In spite of the fever, he seemed more conscious that I'd seen him in the past few days. His eyes were darker, more vivid, glowing almost sickeningly. His hair was a mess, all over his face and gluing on his forehead because of the sweat. He was sharp. I could see it.

“You know who it is, don't you?” I licked my lips, biting my bottom one nervously. He followed my tongue with his eyes, and they seemed to grow even darker. 

“I might.”

“Tell me.”

“The less you know the better. If I'm right... I... I don't wanna be right.” He closed his eyes for a few seconds, probably choosing the right words. “It's serious, Y/n. You don't want me to be right, trust me.”

“I do. And I want you to trust me.” I pulled his hair out of his forehead, caressing his defined jawline.

He held my wrists abruptly, pulling my hands down. I didn't even blink, and he smiled lightly. He'd never scare me. I knew the man standing in front of me. I knew he'd never hurt me.

“You don't think I've murdered all those people.”

“Of course I don't. That was never in question.” I replied in a petulant tone. Will opened his mouth to speak, then closed it without making a sound.

“You seem to be the first.” He said, trying to hide the disappointment in his voice and eyes and avoiding to look at me. That broke my heart in a way that almost made me feel sick.

My eyes filled with tears and I tried to smile, probably grimacing.

“Maybe I know you too well. Beyond you boundaries and everything else. Did you ever consider that?” I asked in a playful tone. He didn't smile or laugh, though. He just came closer, touching my lips with his in a sweet, caring kiss. They felt hot and a little bit dry, probably due the fever. I could feel all the gratitude in his kiss, the way his hands held my face with tenderness. 

He broke the kiss only to keep his forehead on mine, his eyes still closed. My hands caressed the sides of his face as I tried to stop the tears from falling.

“Will. Listen to me. I know you want to catch who's doing this to you, and I think it's only reasonable. But escaping custody will only make you look more guilty, and that's the least you need at the moment. You need treatment.” I tried to sound sensible, but I knew he didn't need to listen to that. He knew I was right, of course, that was obvious.

“You're right. And I will turn myself in. I just have one last stop.” He seemed so certain I knew I wouldn't convince him otherwise. 

“Then promise me something, Will Graham.” I held him by his orange uniform with a pleading look. "Promise me you won't do anything reckless. Promise me you won't get hurt".

He didn't reply, taking a deep breath, his face getting sweeter.

“I have no idea what I've done to deserve someone like you.” He said, kissing me again. I held him by his neck as he touched my waist, pulling me closer, his agile fingers marking my skin. The kiss started to get deeper and deeper as I could feel a certain agitation below my abdomen.

“Well...” I pulled away, trying to regain my breath. “Let's get you out of this clothes.”

He was breathing hard, taking a moment to absorb my words. His eyes were darker than ever.

“Y/n...” He started with an uncertain tone, making me laugh a little.

“Well, you can't move around the city in this orange uniform, can you?” I explained in a false innocent tone. “What did you think I meant? You left some clothes here.”

He lowered his eyes, turning slightly red. But the cynic smile was still in his lips.

I climbed the stairs and he followed me. We entered my room and I went straight to the closet, searching for a few clothes I knew he'd left there. As he changed, I took the orange uniform and hid it in a large shoebox I had, putting it behind other boxes.

“There you go. All packed” I said, trying to hide how nervous I was lowering my eyes and staring at my shoes as if they were very interesting. He noticed, of course.

“Y/n…” He started.

“Stay.” I hated the way my voice cracked, that made me feel so weak. I was a very emotional person, while Will was more rational. Nevertheless, I knew he had his moments, I’d seen it.

He sighed, coming to me and lifting my chin with his index while caressed me with his thumb. I closed my eyes, rubbing my face in his hand like a kitten and cursing myself mentally for the tears that stained my cheeks. I felt so desperate. That was serious, he was being framed for someone else’s crimes, someone dangerous that all of us knew. And I had no idea how to prove it, just my blind belief that wasn’t useful for nobody but us. I was facing it; maybe, the following days, even months, would be seeing Will mostly behind bars.

“You know I can’t.” He said in a condescended tone, his deep blue eyes studying my face. “I wasn’t even supposed to be here. It was reckless. I’m sure Jack has eyes for me everywhere, including here. I’m already running out of time. And if he knows about us, then I shouldn’t have even come here in the first place.”

“I know. I’m just being silly.” I agreed, wiping my tears away with a little smile. “And Will, honestly, I think everyone knows about us by now. We weren’t exactly good at hiding it.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“Alana was the first to find out, you know?” I told him as I avoided staring at his face, feeling my cheeks burn a little. “She noticed how I looked at you. She says I look like a fool. A beautiful little fool. I asked her not to tell a soul about it, but I’m terrible on hiding my feelings, as you may know. Especially… Especially when it comes to you.”

He listened to my words in silence, his hand still caressing my chin. I noticed how wet they were, he was sweating. I tried to imagine those hands committing violent murder, carving a macabre smile on Sutcliffe’s face, putting Cassie Boyle on the top of those stag antlers. That felt… Wrong. Inadequate. Maybe it was my feelings talking, but I just couldn’t see it.

“So, probably the whole bureau knows by now.” I continued, stepping away and breaking any physical contact. It would be easier to let him go, and he knew it, he saw it in my eyes. I held my body as a form of solace, staring at the floor. “You should go, Will. You’re right. This is dangerous, my house may be under surveillance right now as we speak. Just… Promise me you’ll take care of yourself.”

He hesitated, opening his mouth to answer at the same moment my phone rang. I startled with the high-pitched sound, taking the goddamn thing out of my pocket and checking the name on the screen. Jack.

I turned my back on him, picking up the phone.

“Jack. Yes. I’m here.” I tried to fight back the tears, sounding convincing enough. I didn’t even had to turn to know Will was gone. His smell slowly began to fade, and in a few seconds, I felt completely alone.

Part two

[chuffyfan87]

Hiding. Part 58a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Trigger warning for discussion of neglect.

-x-

As soon as visiting was permitted the next morning Charlie was waiting outside intensive care, a single red rose in his hand.

He didn’t expect her to be awake so got the shock of his life when he walked in.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling as she saw him. "Hi." She whispered.

He smiled, “Hello gorgeous.” He stepped closer, “I wasn’t expecting you awake.”

"Was hungry."

“Have you eaten?”

"Not yet." She frowned.

“Do you want me to sneak you in a kitkat?” He smiled, handing her the rose. “What’s with the frown?”

"Tried to eat." She glanced towards the floor. "Went wrong."

“What happened?” He sat on the edge of the bed and touched her cheek.

"Didn't want help." She admitted, her cheeks blushing.

“Would you like me to help you?” He asked.

"Only you."

He nodded, “I’ll go and grab you some breakfast, ok?”

She smiled in reply.

He kissed the tip of her nose. “I love you.”

She wrinkled her nose. "Love you."

“You know the twins did exactly the same the other day.” He laughed gently.

"What?"

“Wrinkling their noses up when I kissed them.”

"Oh." She blushed again.

“I never thought I’d see you blush again.” He kissed her cheek before heading to grab her breakfast. He came back with two weetabix and milk with a bit of sugar.

Seeing the sugar, she gave him a mock glare, the corners of her mouth tilting up in a tiny smile.

“You need the energy.”

She tried to push herself up ready to eat but couldn't.

He helped her, putting the bowl and drink down on the side.

She felt so embarrassed at her inability to even sit up for herself. She tried to take her mind of it by changing the subject of the conversation. "Kids OK?" She asked.

“I guess. They’re struggling a little, missing you a lot.”

"Miss them too." She sighed, her eyes watering.

“I didn’t expect you to be talking. They said you might not be able to.”

"Still can't move." She sighed.

“Not yet, no. But next week might be a different story. You had a significant trauma, you need to give yourself time to recover.” He smiled, “Ready for breakfast?”

"OK."

“Have the doctors explained to you what happened?” He took the bowl and the spoon and gave her a mouthful.

She tried to speak and ended up choking on the cereal instead.

He patted her back. “Been a while since you’ve choked on anything.” He replied, a hint of innuendo in his words.

She may have been fighting to clear her throat but she still rolled her eyes at him.

“I wasn’t been rude then. You’ve clearly got the rude mind.” He smirked and gave her a drink of water.

"You're rude!" She giggled once she'd managed to swallow a couple of mouthfuls of water.

He rolled his eyes playfully. “Have the doctors explained what happened?”

"No."

“Would you like me to explain what I know?”

"Yes."

“You went into labour at home, began to haemorrhage severely. You were losing blood quicker than they could pump it into you. You died. Several times. Eventually they managed to stop the bleed but because of the trauma, they put you in an induced coma. They told me to prepare myself for the worst. That you weren’t going to make it and if you did, you may be left disabled because of the trauma was so severe on your body.”

"Peter was there." She could remember tiny fragments.

“He was. He was terrified.” He sighed. “What else do you remember?”

"Arguing."

“Arguing? Who were you arguing with?”

"Megan." Duffy's brows knitted as she tried to piece things together. "The baby was coming." She chewed her lip. "Too quickly."

“Far too quickly.” He smiled sadly, “You waited for me.”

"Had to."

“Why?”

"You had to be there." She asserted.

“You risked your life so I could see our son being born?”

"To make up for Peter." She explained.

“I held Peter when he was first born though.”

"Not the same."

“I knew Peter was mine."

"Ours." She smiled.

“I always knew, deep down.” He smiled. “And when I found out you were in labour with him, I just had to get there.”

"You were outside? The whole time?" She asked in disbelief.

“The whole time.” He repeated back.

Duffy was utterly stunned, momentarily speachless at the revelation. "You told Megan."

“Told Megan what?”

"Peter could be yours."

He nodded.

"Why not me?"

“Because I... I didn’t want you to think I was stupid...”

"Stupid?"

“Believing I could have something so precious with the woman I loved.”

His hand was resting on the bed next to hers. She managed to move her little finger enough to brush against one of his fingers.

He smiled as he felt her little finger against his hand. “Whatever happens, we have each other. That’s all that matters. You, me and our absolute chaos of a family.”

"When can I see them?"

“The children? Whenever you feel up for it.”

"Soon. I miss them."

“I’ll arrange for the children to come and visit.” He smiled, “Duffy, I need to tell you about your mum...”

"My mum? What about her?"

“She had a minor heart attack yesterday.” He sighed, “It was partly my fault, we had words.”

"What?!" She exclaimed, panic stricken.

“Your mum’s fine, I promise.” He touched her cheek, “Overnight observation. She’s complaining but that just reminds me of another Duffin woman.” He smirked.

"I don't complain!" She pouted.

“Hmm..” he kissed her lips.

"What happened?" She asked.

“She said things about Emily that I didn’t agree with!”

"What things?"

“That she’s dim. Doesn’t have much going for her. Then Emmy wet herself on me.” He sighed. “She isn’t dim. I wish people would stop calling her that.”

"She said what?!" The anger was clear to hear and see.

“Hey hey. It’s ok. Your mum has a different way of saying things. It’s just she’s concerned. Wants what’s best for Emmy. She doesn’t always say the right things in the right way.” He rubbed her arm a little trying to reassure her.

"No, it's not OK!" She fired back, her anger consuming her as she tried to move. She wasn't sure what she planned to do if she managed to get up but she felt the need to do something.

“Duffy, baby. Calm down please.”

"No!" She let out a scream as pain tore through her.

“Baby, please.” As she screamed, he asked; “Where's the pain?”

The scream had alerted the attention of staff outside who came dashing in.

“She’s in pain and I don’t know why.”

Duffy held her stomach and right side, the pain causing her to be unable to speak.

“Baby?” He was scared. Not sure why she was in pain.

"Hurts!" She managed to gasp.

"I'm going to get the doctor." The nurse ran from the room.

“Deep breaths baby.”

She tried to do as he said but the pain was almost overwhelming.

The doctor came in and ushered Charlie out of the room.

Several long minutes passed before the doctor came outside to speak to Charlie.

“What’s wrong? Is she ok? Why’s she in pain?”

"We've given her some more pain medication. That seems to have helped for now."

Charlie nodded. “Thank you.”

"She needs to rest but you can have a few more minutes with her first."

“I’ll only be five minutes, I promise.”

"OK. I'll leave you to it."

“Thank you.” He took himself back to Duffy.

"Hi." She whispered sleepily as he walked back in.

“Hi sleepy head.”

"What happened?"

“You started to experience pain.”

"I know. Why?"

“I don’t know. You got worked up about your mum.” He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Need to talk to her." Duffy's voice was becoming weaker, the pain medication having a mildly sedative effect in her weakened state.

“And you will. After a sleep.”

"Not tired." She yawned.

“Say that again without yawning.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He stuck his tongue out in response.

"Cuddle while I sleep?" She asked. "Have missed you."

“I’ve missed you too.” He smiled shyly and nodded. “Budge up then.”

"Need your help." She replied, sighing with frustration.

[vamprnce]

Hell Of A Night

Finally getting the courage Monica decides to ask Shaundi out and surprising her with something special.

Female Boss/Shaundi | post sriv, the romance Shaundi scene is reference but in Moni's canon the scene is a bit different due to that I wanted Moni to express how she feels in her own way (ao3)

Monica was mulling over the crazy idea, asking Shaundi out on the first actual date. She's been nervous wreck about it, about the whole thing actually. She never expected Shaundi to share the same feelings she's been feeling ever since back in Stilwater. It felt like a dream, like Zinyak is pulling a horrible sick joke on her, but it wasn't a dream. It was all real, just like floating through space on this spaceship, it's real.

She tried to distract herself from all the rushing thoughts about the other woman playing pool. Until the thoughts of Shaundi telling her "let's make up for lost time" slipped in unexpectedly, making her flush red and hitting the pool cue a little bit too hard when aiming for one of the balls. One of them flew off the table almost hitting directly at Pierce's head. "Hey man watch it, I'm not one of the damn holes!" Pierce exclaimed annoyed. Moni ran her fingers through her hair pushing it back with an embarrassed but apologetic look on her face. "Shit sorry Pierce, one these damn things must've gotten away from me..." she tried explaining. Pierce picked up the stray ball off the ground and walked towards Monica where she was playing. "Ah it's alright, shit happens. Just don't go whipping these at me again, okay?" Pierce said jokingly, handing her back the ball.

"Don't worry, I won't." Monica smiled and laughed, taking the ball and placing it back on the table. She looked distant, still in her own little daydream. Pierce picked up on this. "Yo, you alright?" he asked concerned. Monica blinked and looked at him with a slight flush to her cheeks. "Y-yeah, of course. Pfft, why wouldn't I be?" she lied, rolling her eyes playfully trying to act cool. Pierce smirked crossing his arms. "Uh-huh, riiight. That's why you're all fidgety and shit right? This doesn't have to do with someone named Shaundi is it?" Pierce asked, his smirk looking smug. Monica's heart jumped, face getting even more red. She wants to defend herself but her brain is straight mush thinking of a response. "Shut up Pierce..." she mumbles embarrassed.

"Aha, I see now. Don't have to be embarrassed though, she really likes you." Pierce says as if he's giving her some reassurance. Which actually worked, his comment making her eyes go wide and have a slight sparkle in them. "You... you mean that? She likes me, honest?" she asks baffled. Monica knows Shaundi has some feeling for her but it makes her crazy thinking she truly likes her. Does she want to be more than friends? Does she want to be girlfriends? Those questions are ones she wants to ask and determine to find out. Though actually asking her out is why she's here playing pool flinging balls at her friend instead of taking the bull by the horns.

"Honest, look I see the way she looks at you. The way she smiles when you're around. You guys just... click. That sort of thing. It's not my business, but I feel like you guys will work out well." Pierce said smiling. Monica's touched by what he said and is trying to get choked up about it. "Pierce.... Thank you, that means so much to me." she hugs him tightly in response and feels so warm with his words, he hugs back. "No problem, girl." he replies.

Monica let's go and sets the pool cue down on the table. With the spike in confidence, she believed it was time to finally ask the question. "Hey, I'll catch you later, okay? I gotta... take care of something." she says winking and leaving making her way towards wherever Shaundi is located. "Yo tell me how it goes, don't leave me hanging!" Pierce calls out while she leaves. "Don't worry!" Monica replies back quickly. She jogs up the stairs and doesn't she her on the platform or in the simulation room on the computer working like she usually does. Walking through the doors to the control room of the ship she spots the woman in question hiding in plain sight. Smiling wide she walks up behind her wrapping her arms around her shoulders loosely. "Hey, whatcha up to over here?" Monica asks brightly, resting her chin on top of her head.

Shaundi laughs, patting one of Monica's arms that's wrapped around her lightly. "Oh nothing really, there hasn't been much to do lately so I've just been killing time." Shaundi replies. "Nothing to do huh?" she mumbles to herself, seeing it's a good time to pop the question she goes for it. "Hey, Shaundi I got an idea... would you like to...." Monica tries to ask trailing off. "What was that?" Shaundi asks looking up at her. Monica's breath caught in her throat trying to ask, all that confidence flew right out the window in seconds. She bit her lip, the flush on her cheeks returning. "Would you... like to go out with me?" she asks nervously in a whisper, looking down at her.

Shaundi stares up at her and without a beat she replies, "Yes of course, Moni, I'd love to. I thought you'd never ask." her smile is so warm and charming. Monica couldn't handle it, hearing her actual say yes made her giggle in excitement. "Great! Perfect, oh my god. I've been wanting to ask that for awhile now, actually. The thought of you having these same feelings is so oh my god." she hugged Shaundi excitingly as she rambled on. Monica was over the moon, she has butterflies in her stomach she can't contain it. Shaundi laughs again and it's so bright and wonderful for her to hear, it was perfect.

"So, where did you want to go?" Shaundi asks, still smiling warmly right at her. Monica absolutely got lost in her eyes, so brown and beautiful. She completely forgot to answer her question, snapping back into reality she cleared her throat awkwardly. "Oh um, it's a surprise actually. I had Kinzie and Matt help me with it." Monica responds. "Oh god, it's not some weird Nyteblayde role play thing is it?" Shaundi asks with a hint of terror on her face that makes Monica snorts laughing it response.

"Fuck, god no. I can't believe you'd ask me that let alone think I'm into that shit, c'mon. But seriously, I think you'll like it." she said smiling. Shaundi grinned more feeling excited about this surprise. With all the shit she and the Saints went through over the years finally spending this quality time with the one she cares about felt like a blessing, she couldn't imagine anything else.

Shaundi was standing with Monica over by the pods, she was low key feeling nervous about all of this mainly because of going on the first date with her. Monica fiddle with the computer trying to set up whatever, Shaundi couldn't tell. "Okay I think we're all set. Just step in the simulation and I'll meet you in there. You'll love this surprise, trust me." Monica said. Shaundi stepped in the pod as directed, but a question arose on what she said. "Wait meet me where?" she asks confused. Monica closed her pod and started walking towards hers to get in. She looks over to her and smiles. "It's a surprise, remember?" it's the last thing she says before both of them are going through the simulation.

The simulation isn't Steelport like Shaundi had thought. She had no clue what this place was, it looked like a fancy penthouse apartment, random simulated people partying around her. She looked around the place, Moni nowhere to be found. She's pretty worried, she said she would meet her here. She then looked down at herself. A inaudible gasp escapes her seeing the beautiful lavender colored dress on her, it sparkled under all the lights in the room. It was a medium length no sleeve dress that went down to her knees, neck line low cut. It was paired with black strappy stillettos. Her hair is styled down and it fell perfectly down on her shoulders. She admired the dress and smiled, blushing thinking that Moni actually put her in this wonderful outfit. Now if she can actually find her in this crowd so she can properly go on the date also thank her for the look.

She pushed through the crowd for a few minutes, anxious to find her date. Until she stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the room, fixated on a beautiful woman in a two piece outfit standing there with drinks in her hands obviously looking for someone, too. She was in a stunning silky white the top that was a bra styled type, the straps were shimmering as her own dress. She had a white silky skirt to match to complete the piece, her long black hair usually down and flowing is now up in a cute bun. Monica smiled so wide standing there looking back at Shaundi in her dress, Shaundi was speachless. She couldn't believe how perfect Moni looked, she looked absolutely like royalty. 

Monica had two glasses in her hand and she finally walked up towards the other woman who looked like she's going through an internal war with herself. She laughs softly, handing out one the glasses for her. "You look so gorgeous babe, I knew you'd like the surprise." Monica said before sipping her own drink. Shaundi finally coming back to earth, spoke up. "I can't believe you did all this, just for me. You even picked out the outfits and everything, it's perfect! You look so stunning, too. Everything looks so wonderful, you must've spent so much time on this." Shaundi gushed, feeling every emotion all at once. She felt so happy like she's on top of the world. And she's blessed to spend it with the most incredible Saint in the universe. "Well anything for my girl, you deserve it. I just wanted to make you happy, y'know." Monica said getting closer to her, mostly brushing it off as so Shaundi can hear her better but she wants to be close to her as possible.

Their bodies were in fact very close together, Monica's body was on fire with the close contact. "I shouldn't be so surprised, honestly. I know how much you like to party. You have your own club for christ sake." Shaundi said, now talking in Monica's ear. "Says the one who will party anywhere if there's free booze, yeah I still remember that. Not gonna lie though, that was a sick ass party." Monica said laughing, god her face was so close to Shaundi's now too. Her eyes targeted on her lips, a nice shade pink lipstick. They looked so soft and kissable, the urge to kiss her then was so strong. Her plan is seeming to back fire on her more then she expected. "Oh fuck off! Like you never turned down free beer before." Shaundi laughed, smacking her lightly on the shoulder.

The laughed together, both ignoring most of the party and focusing more on each other. Monica put her glass down on one of the surfaces and put her hands on Shaundi's waist. "I'm really glad you agreed to come out with me tonight. I was really nervous you'd say no or something. I just..." Monica trailed off again, it was hard to say how she felt with so many people around. Her heart felt like it's in her throat, she's blushing really bad. Even the professionally done makeup and lights can't hide that. The look Shaundi's giving her, a look that says "yes please continue" in the cutest way, isn't really helping her as much right now either.

Monica felt too claustrophobic in her own damn simulation. "Come with me." she grabbed Shaundi's wrist and lead her out to the balcony. "Where are we going, I thought the date was the party?" Shaundi asked, following behind Moni while she lead her somewhere. Monica didn't answer.

The Sim was set to night time, the moon was full and the stars twinkled. Monica let go of her wrist once outside on the balcony. Shaundi admired the sky briefly, still at awe that Moni was up to all of this. "I have to tell you something, it's really important and I need you to hear it without any distractions. Shaundi, I've been feeling this way about you for years, it's been so long that I don't even remember how long. I asked you out on this date because I want to say... I love you and my feelings toward you are so strong I can't fucking handle it." Monica confesses, Shaundi eyes go wide in surprise and delight hearing that, she started walking towards her a huge smile plastered on her face.

Monica's still set to continue her speach so she did. "I hoped that when you agreed to come out with me tonight that you felt the same way. Shaundi, everytime I look at you my heart explodes and I just want to be with you all the time, will you--" Monica was cut off before she could ask the question, lips sealed when Shaundi pressed her lips hard against hers. Monica stood there dumbfounded, Shaundi's actually kissing her. Shaundi wrapped her arms around her neck and she slipped her arm's around Shaundi's waist holding her close against her. She kissed her back passionately, feeling how soft her lips are and how warm her body is. It all felt amazing.

Monica kissed her long and hard before parting for air. Her mouth open and closed trying to find the words the express how she feels. Shaundi chuckles and puts her forehead against hers, hugging her tightly. She looks straight into her eyes with the cutest smirk. "I love you too, Moni. And yes, we can be girlfriends if that's what you're getting at. I felt the same way for you too, I never truly realised it before I guess, but after everything I know. I know now, I want to be with you." Shaundi kisses her again.

They held each other close and kissed all night, ignoring the rest of the party. Coming back to the ship was really hard, both wanted to stay there alone together longer. When Monica opened her eyes she see's the other pods and computers of the ship. Sighing, she exited her pod and looked over seeing Shaundi standing there waiting with a different look on her face. A face she never saw made at anyone else, but only towards her. It was a special look for her, and she loved it. Monica walked over to her, grabbing and holding one of her hands. "I had a tremendous time, hope we can do it again soon, baby." Monica said in a flirty tone. "Oh you can count it, babe." Shaundi commented back, giving her a kiss on the lips again.

[eliseopdahl]

Do you really think it is okay to grab her by the pussy? 

 // In this text I am referring to normalizing of physical sexual harassment, specifically in nightlife, but please remember that public and private sexual harassment is just as important, and we should all fight it, as for some people it is a daily war and a reality//

    Do you remember when the dancefloor was a place where you could have fun with your friends, and dance till your feet couldn’t take it anymore? When did the dancefloor turn into place where you would need to be careful about what you wear, how you dance, and most importantly, avoid any kind of eye contact? Why does it have to be like this? When was that accepted, and why are we still accepting it? And who allowed this change to come into place? Should I accept that a person (any person, regardless if I know this him/her or not) touch me without my consent? No!  I refuse, and will never accept that anyone makes me feel uncomfortable just because this has become a part of a normal night out, and neither should anyone else.

    Whenever a person casually walks past me in the club and let their hands slip over my hips I cannot and will never let that go unnoticed. The last time this happened I took that filthy hand of his off my body, squeezed it enough for him to give me one of those looks that was supposed to make me feel guilty for hurting him. (Because I am always the bad guy who speaks up when this happens). Then I asked; “Would you touch me like that if we were in the bus or in the supermarket?” No, he said. “Of course not! That is different.” So, I asked him; “How come is that any different from touching me in the bus? You took the liberty to touch me, it does not matter where we are!”

        I know that it will not make much of a difference by telling one guy off for doing this, but someone must start doing it, don’t you agree? One person came over to me after noticing the conversation with this person, and when I told about what had happened, he asked me “Why do you even bother to talk to these guys? Why don’t you just ignore it and enjoy the night?” I didn’t even know where to start, because why in the world would anyone question the reason for someone standing up for themselves? If we let these kinds of things happen, because we accept that this is just how things are nowadays, then we will basically contribute for this to be a normality.

    I have friends that have told me stories about horrible things that have happened to them, and I will tell you about one of them.

       Imagine you have a night off, and you want to have a time out from all the stress in your everyday life, so you decide to go out with your friends to dance and have fun. The bar is quite crowded and the music is loud, but you are determined this will be a good night because you are positive like that. Your friends are a few meters in front of you in the thigh crowd, and you desperately try to catch up with them. 

        Suddenly you feel something. Someone is grabbing your private area, with a very strong grip, but only for a second. You quickly turn around to check where it comes from, but you cannot see anyone . Everyone seems to be having a great time with their friends and loved ones, and you stand there all alone feeling robbed. Someone has just touched you is a highly inappropriate way, and absolutely nobody is bothered about it. 

      Then you see him. He is standing a few meters away now, looking at you with the creepiest expression you can ever imagine. It almost seems like he is enjoying it, the way you are standing there hopeless and desperate.��You walk over to him, asking him why in the world he would do that. He looks down on you with the darkest eyes, scoffs and say with a smirk; “What are you talking about? I didn’t do anything”, before he turns around and walk away.  You stand there speachless feeling like the smallest person in the worlds, and he gets away with it without any consequences or distress. 

       Why? Because this is something totally normal that you should expect any day. You did after all choose to wear a short skirt, so who can blame him really, right?

     I am of course fully aware that the society has evolved over the past decades (in relation to this case; in dance style and sexuality), and that most people in the typical club are dancing closer and tighter than they did in the 1950s, however I that is not an excuse for anyone to touch, grab, squeeze or have any inappropriate physical contact with someone, unless this is initiated by both parts. I can of course dance with another person, thigh and close, and I would never judge anyone that choose to do so, as it is a perfectly natural urge. My point is the situations where the contact is not initiated by both parts, where one person takes the liberty to do whatever he or she wants.

     We cannot, and should never accept that someone oversteps into your comfort zone. You are the only one who knows where your limits go. Never listen to anyone that tells you to just brush it off and forget it. We should never be told “Relax, that is just what you have to exepct. Maye you shouldn’t wear that skift if you don’t want to be touched.” What I wear or what I do is never an invitation for you or anyone else to do whatever they feel like, and this is the most ridiculous excuse I hear. Come on people, can we not pull ourselves together? Ask yourself, are you really that sexually frustrated that you can’t resist the urge to overstep into another person’s comfort zone and privacy? It is one of the most fundamental and basic norms.

     I am sick of being told that I should calm down and relax. How do you expect me to relax, and just stand in the corner watching my own friends be molested and litterally grabbed by the pussy? It is horrifing that so many people think this is okay. I know that not all people have the guts to acctually speak up, so therefore I feel a strong resonsibility to do so when these things happen to me. I would see it as a very selfish act if you choose to ignore these things if you have the guts to speak up, as you have the opportunity to help other people in the future that does not have the guts, if you stand up for yourself. We need to teach each other that we do not accept the abuser to be vicitmised, we are not the one who should feel bad about ourselves. You are never wrong for standing up for yourself and never let anyone make you feel dirty or cheap.  The thought of that the abuser could do this to my own innocent little sister makes my stomack turn, and I will therefore always stand up for myself and everyone else to change this.

      Would you want to teach your present or future daughters and sons that they should have to accept to be touched and grabbed against their will? I refuse to tell my little sister that it is perfectly fine to be grabbed by the pussy, because “this is just how it is”. It’s about time we take responsibility for what is happening every day instead of trivializing and normalizing these issues. It’s as if people can do whatever they feel like as, because you canot be charged for touching another person at the dancefloor. A person that is harrassed should not feel bad for reacting, and nobody should be the judge of which degree you are harassed. If you feel unforfortable, it is more than enough, and should under no circumstances be tolerated. 

We cannot solve a problem by ignoring its existence.

                                                                                          - Elise Opdahl Knutsen