#yourselft

[fang-is-in-hell]

Yknow something

I dont what it is about me that makes people not what to talk to me or even approach me

Because like

You cant tell I'm thinking about bob's burgers right now nor that I will talk about it the second I can get an ear to listen

To the average eye, I am just a girl sitting alone on her phone

At least that's what I think I am to others

They obviously see me as unapproachable

Which I just don't get

Sure, I will admit I don't dress like someone you can approach (lots of chains,spikes and (p)leather jackets doesn't make me look like a ray of sunshine)

But this has been my life since elementary

Where I did try to dress like everyone else (Fuck skinny jeans btw they suck) and do what they did

Even my "friends" from elementary thought I was weird

They were nice about it though and liked it.

But it's not like I want to be surrounded by people

Or maybe I do

At some point I ask myself if I actually just like being alone or if I'm just used to being alone

Hmmm questions questions questions

Why ponder them when I can just read fandom wiki

[aemondwhoresworld]

STRANGER TO LOVERS

pairing: mafia!cregan stark x reader

summary: after eight months of being in an arrange marriage, mafia boss of the city of winterfell finally confessed his true feelings for his wife, y/n

word count: 1,5k

warning: english is not my first language. modern au, arrange marriage (?), angst to fluff, use of y/n.

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The city of Winterfell was a frigid, unforgiving place, but it was also the heartbeat of Cregan Stark’s empire. A dynasty of power and shadow, the Stark family had ruled the city’s underworld for generations. Cregan was no exception, standing at the helm of the family’s criminal syndicate. Despite the harshness of his world, Cregan ruled with a code—one that valued loyalty above all. He was feared, respected, and rarely challenged.

But within the icy walls of Stark Manor, a different battle raged. It wasn’t over territory or power but something far more complicated—his feelings for you, his wife of eight months.

Their marriage had been an arrangement, forged not from love but from necessity. Cregan needed an alliance to secure his hold on Winterfell, and your family had deep ties in the South. The union had been strategic, coldly calculated like everything else in his life. Or at least, that’s what Cregan had convinced himself.

You are beautiful, intelligent, and fiercely independent. From the moment he’d first laid eyes on you, Cregan had felt something shift inside him—something he’d never felt before. But he was a Stark, and Starks didn’t show weakness, especially not to their wives. He’d kept his distance, playing the role of the detached husband, leaving you to the sprawling mansion while he handled business.

But over time, that cold detachment had begun to melt. He found himself seeking you out more often, stealing glances when you wasn’t looking, lingering in conversations that had nothing to do with the business. Yet, he remained silent, trapped by his pride and the fear that you could never feel the same.

It was a cold winter evening when everything changed.

The night was quiet, too quiet for Winterfell. The snowfall outside had turned the city into a white, silent expanse. Inside Stark Manor, a fire crackled in the grand fireplace, casting long shadows across the walls. You curled up on one of the leather armchairs in the living room, a book resting in your lap. You’d found solace in reading since moving to Winterfell, a way to escape the loneliness that often crept in when Cregan was away.

Tonight, however, you couldn’t focus on the words. Your mind was elsewhere—on your husband.

Cregan Stark was a mystery to you, a man of few words and even fewer emotions. Their marriage had been more of a business transaction than anything else, a way to strengthen ties between their families. But despite his cold exterior, you had seen glimpses of something more—something tender hidden beneath the surface. You just didn’t know how to reach it.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked up as Cregan entered the room, his presence commanding as always. He was dressed in a dark suit, the fabric tailored to perfection, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His icy blue eyes met yours, and for a moment, neither of you spoke.

“Y/n,” he greeted you, his voice deep and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Cregan,” you replied, closing your book and placing it on the table beside you. “I didn’t expect you to be home so early.”

He walked over to the fireplace, his eyes fixed on the flames. “There’s nothing more to be done tonight,” he said, almost as if he were talking to himself. “And I wanted to see you.”

The admission caught you off guard. He rarely said anything so direct, so… vulnerable. You studied him, trying to read the expression on his face, but as usual, it was a blank slate. You stood up and walked over to him, your heart pounding in your chest. The heat from the fire warmed you as you stood beside him, close enough to feel the tension radiating from his body.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, searching his eyes for answers.

He turned to look at you, his gaze intense. “Do you regret it?”

You frowned, confused. “Regret what?”

“This,” he gestured between them. “Our marriage. Do you regret marrying me?”

The question hung in the air, heavy and loaded with emotion. You blinked, taken aback by the sudden vulnerability in his voice. You had never expected him to ask something so personal, so raw.

“No,” you said after a moment, your voice steady. “I don’t regret it.”

Cregan’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but there was still a storm brewing behind his eyes. “Why not?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. “Because I’ve come to care for you, Cregan. Despite everything—despite how we started—I care for you more than I ever thought I could.”

His eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of deception, but he found none. You were telling the truth, and it shook him to his core. He had always assumed you was with him out of duty, out of obligation. But to hear that you actually cared for him? That was something he hadn’t been prepared for.

He looked away, his jaw clenched. “You deserve more than what I’ve given you,” he said, his voice tight with emotion. “I’ve kept you at a distance, thinking it was what was best. But the truth is… I don’t know how to be a husband. I don’t know how to love.”

You reached out, placing your hand on his arm. “You do love, Cregan,” you said gently.

“You show it in the way you protect your family, in the way you’ve built this empire to keep us safe. You may not say it, but your actions speak louder than words.”

He looked down at your hand, feeling the warmth of your touch seep through his suit jacket. For so long, he had convinced himself that he was incapable of love, that his heart had frozen over in the bitter cold of Winterfell. But you had been slowly thawing it, chipping away at the ice until he could feel again.

“I’ve been a fool,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I’ve been a fool to keep you at arm’s length.”

You stepped closer, your heart aching for the man before you. “It’s not too late, Cregan,” you said softly. “We can still make this work. But you have to let me in.”

He looked into your eyes, seeing the sincerity and love reflected back at him. For the first time in a long time, Cregan felt hope. He placed his hand over your, pulling you closer.

“I love you, Y/n,” he confessed, the words spilling out before he could stop them. “I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you, but I was too afraid to admit it. Too afraid to lose control.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, your heart swelling with emotion. “I love you too, Cregan,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

He cupped your face in his hands, his thumb gently brushing away a tear that had escaped down your cheek. “I promise I’ll do better,” he vowed, his voice steady. “I’ll be the husband you deserve.”

You smiled through your tears, leaning into his touch. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Cregan leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss, one that spoke of all the love and longing he had kept buried for so long. You melted into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck as you kissed him back, pouring all of your love into that one moment.

When they finally pulled away, Cregan rested his forehead against your, his breathing ragged. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You smiled, your heart filled with love and hope for the future. “We’ll figure this out together,” you promised, your voice steady and sure.

They stood there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, the warmth of the fire and their newfound love surrounding them. The city outside may have been cold and ruthless, but inside Stark Manor, there was nothing but warmth and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of emotions and newfound closeness. Cregan made good on his promise to be a better husband, spending more time with you and opening up to you in ways he never had before. He shared the burdens of his empire with you, letting you into his world and showing you the man behind the mask.

You, in turn, supported him every step of the way. You became his confidante, his partner, and his anchor in the storm. The more they shared, the stronger their bond grew, until the walls that had once separated them were nothing more than a distant memory.

But life in Winterfell was never simple. The Stark empire was powerful, but it was also constantly under threat. Rivals from the South, old enemies of the Stark family, were always looking for a weakness, a way to bring them down. And now that Cregan had let you into his heart, you had become his greatest vulnerability.

It was a crisp winter morning when that vulnerability was put to the test.

Cregan had been in meetings all day, discussing the latest threats to their territory. You had spent the morning in the study, catching up on some reading and preparing for a charity event they were hosting that evening. You were just finishing up when the phone rang, the shrill sound breaking

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[amorek1m]

my kimmyyyy<3 saw ur post😖 dont push urself!!! Take care alright??? Im excited!!! Good luck my bby<3💗

Thanks my nana ☺️ i won't (cause i don't want my bby to be worried) and take care of yourselft too💗🤭

[askcharablog]

wait you added a self insert?

Yeah, I'm in my own AU :P

And actually it makes sense that you can add yourselft in your own world

[sourpatchkoala]

Blue corn tortillas when you make yourselft a lemon and salt taquito

[okleywet10]

the fucking shit ugly album of "all'awky" part 1 (kill yourselft

[junequeer]

Somet7lmes you think ohhhhhhhhh I'm evil I'm wwful I'm q bad person.and then tou think Okay then evillasss bitch. Who have you Hurt in the past week. And it's no one but yourlsef.cand then yoy realize that evil in your brain is Not the same. As evil in the world. Wnd you forgive yourselft for being evil in your brain, bc you havent hurt anyone in an evil way in a while, even when brain is evil ad FUCK. And that's how you know your being unnecessary bc Maybe youre evil but you act nice to other people and thay matters more than what your brain does to itself

[mind-maer]

No todas las personas saben entender que necesitas un gran respiro para después continuar con la vida.

No puedes ir por ahí fingiendo que todo esta bien cuando por dentro te derrumba el no poder respirar porque estas bajo preción. Y ellos, no pueden entender que el tiempo es individual, cada quien lo ocupa en su mundo a su modo.

[a-snow-decahedron]

People can get away with some mischaracterization but only if it's funny as hell

[beardedsharkheart]

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[teradul]

Are you not fuckable now? Is the fuckability something that exists within you or that is projected onto you, even if it has no bearing on you yourselft, given your aceness? If a tree falls in the woods but no one is there to hear it, was it still fuckable while it was standing?

i would be so fuckable if i wasn't ace

[fan-fangirl-world]

Merry Xmas everyone. Chris and Leon wish you an awesome holiday season!

Hope you can celebrate with your family, friends or just had a good time with yourself. I think it’s the time of the year to reconnect. 

Remember to be a good RE fan and get vaccinated. That way we can protect ourselves and others. The virus is still there.

[saturnace]

IMA HURT MYSELFT FROM FLYING OUTA MY CHAIR

[janinibananini]

Well... Halloween’s gone, and now it’s Christmas.

It’s very hot on this side of the world and by Christmas there’s never any snow here.

Hahahaha I love this app 🎅🏖 (maybe delete it later or make another xD)

[revuedas]

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[vanudes]