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tower-girl-anon · 1 year

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Asteroid Fama (408): what you will be or are known for.

Hello! I came back, after a long time, with a new astrology post for you to enjoy with the level tranquility or distance it requires.

This time, I came back with the asteroid Fama (408), which indicates, in my personal opinion, the dominants traits of ourselves that we will be known for. It doesn't necessarily indicate fame as those Hollywood figures we like to talk about so much (unless there is some natal aspects or placements that indicate so), but more about the attitudes or traits people capture about ourselves and that gives us a reputation among others.

In this post, I will talk about what you will be known for or are known for in society based on the sign and placement of this asteroid in the natal chart. So, please, enjoy and take it with a grain of salt. And don't forget not to copy or steal this post without giving the rightful credits to the owner.

(Warning: please consider that the fame you give away is not something that necessarily represents you as a person or in an intimate level, so please consider this advice before taking this asteroid too seriously.

IN THE HOUSES

Fama in 1st house: there is something about your presence or appearence that many people will remember and talk about in relation to you. Maybe it is because of your physical features that many people could find alluring, or because you resemble someone famous, or maybe the first impression you give can grant you a level of fame (positive or negative) in society.

Fama in 2nd house: the natural secrecy, secure, private side of these natives is something that many people talk about you. If not that, then people will talk about how you are able to build the lifestyle you wish for, or how do you managed to build your career proyect into something long-lasting and successful.

Fama in the 3rd house: your voice, intelligence or knowledge will be something that many people will remember and talk about in relation to your persona, and the people that will remember you could have been part of your childhood era such as ex school mates. You have a way with words and knowledge that others will remember, and there is also a chance that people will talk about you because you resemble a brother or sister (if you have any).

Fama in the 4th house: one of the mayor traits that people will notice about you and that will give them a huge space to talk about will be your family. For better or for worse, your family name or history could be a huge source of gossip among many people who gets to know you, which could be frustrating sometimes since the image you will have in society will depend, many times, on your family name, actions or history.

Fama in the 5th house: people will know these individuals as someone who is either young at heart, talented, creative, sometimes proudful or childish, but, overall, the glimpse you give to other people's perspectives is that you are someone with a special talent, especially of it involves a hobby or something you tended to do since young. You may look as if you are not afraid to follow what inspires you. In romance, people could think that you are a heart-breaker.

Fama in the 6th house: you give this vibe of someone who works a lot and put a lot of effort to complete every single detail of the works you do. Sometimes to the point of being overly critical to others when they don't reach the same level of effort. Along with that, people will look at you and think that health is a topic that deeply affects you or is something that you seriously take care of.

Fama in the 7th house: you are very popular among other people; that's the first impression people think about your persona. When it comes about dealing with people or engaging with others, there is this energy around you of cheerfulness, balance, and fairness in the way that you treat others, that's why you could have a fame of being very popular or have a huge bunch of friends and contacts.

Fama in the 8th house: these natives could have, with or without knowing it, a reputation of being secretive, private, stubborn at times, and sexually active. This is the group that may look as a serial killer type of guy/woman, or you have a fame of reaching a huge sume of money through inheritance or lottery. A sexual night with you could be very intense, that is why you may have this reputation of being an intense and passionate lover.

Fama in the 9th house: people will talk about you as someone who is either very spiritual, very knowledgeable in different topics, very good at debating or someone who travelled a lot during their life. Even if the list above doesn't feel like it applies, your vision of life, your lessons, philosophies, and interest in different cultures may cause that people will look at you as someone smarter or well-cultured as you try, or not, to be.

Fama in the 10th house: these natives could attain a higher level or fame, which can be both good and bad, since it sits in the higher point of the chart. This fame may come from their work. Other people could look at these natives and think of how successful they are with their projects, career, work position or anything of the sort, and they are going to believe that they have everything. Either that or the mistakes they make or the personal history of the person will affect their career life in a bad way.

Fame in the 11th house: these natives achieve a fame of having a high level of status, popularity, and success in comparison to other people. External people could look at them and think of how popular, unique, and friendly they are, even though sometimes they may look too radical, stubborn, and fixed through their ideals of what society needs to be. They could gain fame through social media, but the way other people may see or talk about these natives could be in both the ways I have just mentioned.

Fame in the 12th house: these natives may gain fame of being too dreamy, sensible, intuitive or having their heads on the clouds most of the time. Another possibility is that people may think that you are a very mysterious person or have something to hide; a hidden side that, sometimes, it can go to the extreme of thinking that you do drugs or something of the sort. This group could have a vivid imagination that many people will notice but, since you don't show much, that fame won't be as strong or you won't pay attention about it.

IN THE SIGNS

Fama in Aries: your driven side; your warrior like side; your ambition; your violent side; your impatience; your masculine side; your protective side; your adventurous side; your sporty side; your inmaturity; your bravery; all of this are some of the traits that could give a huge impression on people and that they will talk about the most.

Fama in Taurus: your secretive nature; your need for privacy that may give you a look of cold; your fixed nature on some topics; your hard-working side; your self-reliance; having a wide or low source of income; your care for others by providing a secure and stable environment; your gifting nature in which you provide, when you do, something useful for the long term; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Gemini: your intelligence; your capacity of adapting to new situations or environment; your witty side; your chatty nature in which you could gossip about everyone (this can be good and bad) or talk anout anything; your inability, sometimes, of keeping quiet or staying out of a conversation in which you want to provide your opinion; your way of handling words; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Cancer: your nurturing side; your emotional nature; your possessiveness; your jealous side; your ability to connect emotionally with every living being, giving you a huge emphatic energy that helps other people to feel understood and valued; your moodiness; your cooking ability?; your natural appreciation of things that have some emotional value to others or you; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Leo: your bright personality; your confidence; your egocentrism; your natural talent; your childhood side; your romantic side; your charm; your natural power that is brought thanks to the power of the Sun; your popularity; your heartbreaker energy; your need to feel validated by others for your talents, ranks or importance; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Scorpio: your sex appeal; your intimate and deep look; your mysterious energy that may appear as if you are hiding something; your ability to guess other people's intentions; your destructive nature; your pain; your history of transformation and/or rebirth; your addictions; your lack of fear when it comes to face deadly situations or dig into subjects that are considerer taboo or forbidden; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Virgo: your level of conciousness; your hard-working nature; the level of memory/intelligence you have that helps you to remember and capture any single detail or mistake; your health consciousness or problems with health in general; your natural need to take care of things that may give you the reputation of know it all or overly critical person; or your ability to help others; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Libra: your balance; your fairness; your ability to consider different points of view so, when it comes about judging or taking a desition, you will take the fairest desition of all; your indecision; your beauty; your taste for the finest things in the world or for things that are esthetically beautiful; your sence of fashion; your tendency to please other people in general; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Sagittarius: your knowledge; your witt; your level of adaptability in different situations or settings; your high level of humor that, sometimes, may it appear as if you don't take anything serious or you bring jokes in the worst moments; your ability to make people laugh; your curiosity about everything; the inner wisdom you have and that may appear, sometimes, out of the blue; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Capricorn: your wisdom beyond years; your serious and reserved nature; your tired look that may resemble more the expression of an adult or old person rather than a young one; your hard-lessons or situations you had or have to face; your restrictions or limitations; your shy or closed personality; your knowledge that, sometimes, may look as if you know better than others; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fama in Aquarius: your friendly nature; your ability to socialise; your fixed nature and, sometimes, fixed opinions on the world that may seem too drastic, rebelious or just to fixed that some people will find it hard to communicate freely with you; your caring nature; your open heart towards other communities or people who are considered outsiders or strange; these are some of the traits people will capture and talk in relation to you.

Fame in Pisces: your mysticism; your ability to confuse people, which means that, no matter what, people can't seem to be able to figure you out; your creative and imaginative side; your sensibility to other people or beigns; your looner nature; your connection to nature; your ability to hide things from people that, in many cases, it will make them talk about how you lie or are a fraud; some use of drug of alcohol; these are some of the traits or things people will capture and talk in relation to you.

This is all I have for you today. Send you lots of love and light.

Tower Girl Anon.

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love-is-patient · 1 year

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I have religious trauma.

I was raised in a household where my dad wanted to be God, and so characterized Him in a way that left me constantly paranoid.

God was a judge, God was a debt collector, God was a hammer waiting to strike.

My mother was likewise delusional to a point. She used religion as a manner of control, manipulating my egotistical dad and our chaotic little world so she could feel better about herself.

I was abused in the church. I’ve been so many churches since childhood I can’t count them.

I was told I was possessed because I was a child with adhd and couldn’t sit still in a pew. I was told that if I didn’t see visions or speak in tongues, I wasn’t saved. I was told that I must be thinking about God at all times or I wasn’t good enough. That I was lukewarm, unlovable, unworthy.

I was too afraid to take communion. I cried and turned away from the altar multiple times because I was a too dirty to touch the offering.

I was told so many awful things that I grew up with a persistent religious paranoia on top of my already anxiety inducing life.

So… why am I still a Christian, after all of that?

Stockholm syndrome, right?

It would be easy to write it off as that, but I did turn away from religion. In the back of my mind. I stayed cautious in case God was still watching.

It wasn’t until I got rid of the destructive influences in my life that things changed.

My perception of God changed when I left the awful people using His name in vain- or for personal gain.

When I grew up, learned to be discerning about the character of people.

Many people live under the assumption that I did- that God is a tyrant who is waiting for you to mess up so he can smash you and send you to hell. Paradoxically, that almost makes Satan sound preferable.

But that’s not who God is, and he doesn’t want people to go to hell.

Even if you haven’t had good parents, you’ve seen what they’re like. They get excited to share experiences with their children. The first taste of lemon, the first puddles to splash in. First words, first laughs, first steps.

God wanted that for us.

Satan got jealous after his rebellion in heaven. He saw God had something good and wanted it for himself again - even if it was just to spite God.

He offered humanity a choice and we took it.

We can debate why it happened until we’re blue in the face, but what matters most are God’s decisions afterwards.

Everything that has happened since the fall has been God trying to bring his wayward children back without force.

Just like when you see that friend of yours making the same bad decisions day after day, and you know their quality of life would improve if they just stopped. It’s heartbreaking, frustrating. You can give them all the advice in the world but they’ll just keep on doing the thing and complain to you about every headache afterwards.

Now you know a little what God feels like.

Only God is a little more patient than we tend to be.

God doesn’t ask much from us, not as much as people, which is weird to think about.

God doesn’t measure your worth by how good you are at your job, how badly you do in school. He doesn’t equate your value to how rich or poor you are, he doesn’t judge you the same way people do.

The first thing he asks of you is to love him and love each other.

He loves us so much that he opened heaven again if we ask for it.

He came down as flesh and blood in Jesus and took all the punishments we should’ve had. In Jesus death and resurrection, we have a way home.

All he wants for us to do is acknowledge that.

He doesn’t hate you if you can’t pay tithe. He doesn’t talk behind your back if you make a mistake. He doesn’t demean, debase, abuse.

Why am I still a Christian?

Because God was there for me when people weren’t.

God didn’t abuse me as a kid, people did, and used God as a shield.

God didn’t lie to me, call me names, break my things - my parents did.

God didn’t order me to do unbelievable things in order to reach him - my pastors and teachers did.

God didn’t tell me I’m unworthy - people did.

Even if you don’t believe in God, if you’re angry at him, feeling hurt and betrayed.

Maybe take a closer look and see if it’s really the people around you making you miserable, instead of an untouchable, invisible hammer.

#religious trauma #church #Christian #faith

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ao3commentoftheday · 5 months

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How do I deal with the frustration when a fandom friend jumps to another fandom? One day we were creating things together and constantly talking and the next day they have a new fandom and new best friends, and I'm left behind, haunted by our forever unfinished projects and the good days we had, not getting messages any more. It just makes me think that I was some temporary friend for them on a way to someone better, while I wholeheartedly believed that we would be friends no matter what. Finding new friends isn't an option for me: my fandom is very small, and becoming friends with this person was an exception rather than something that happens to me often. I really don't know how to move on from this, how to stop envying people who fit into new fandoms and find friends so easily, how to stop desperately wishing that my friend would come back.

Is it actually frustration you're feeling, anon? If I were in your shoes, I'd be feeling abandoned. Alone. Maybe even betrayed. I'd be hurt, possibly angry, and probably at least somewhat lost.

*hugs*

Have you talked to your friend about this at all? They might not realize that in their excitement about their new fandom they've abandoned you. If you're up for having that talk, you might be able to save that friendship. Be honest about how you feel, maybe even share this ask with them if you're not sure how to say it in a conversation. If you want to try to keep them as a friend, you'll need to explain that they've hurt you (whether intentionally or not) and what you hope your friendship can be like in the future.

If your feelings are less about that particular relationship and more about feeling alone in your fandom space then you might need to find ways to make connections with other people there. It's not easy, not even when it looks like it is. You have to put yourself out there and talk to folks unprompted - either in tags or comments or asks etc. You need to make contact with the same people multiple times in order to build up some recognition and then acquaintanceship and then eventually friendship. It takes time and it takes effort, and there's never a guarantee.

You're not alone in experiencing this, I'm afraid. No doubt a lot of people will be able to share their own experiences in the notes of how they too were left behind when a friend found a shiny new fandom to go to. But there will be other stories shared too, about how the friendship remained even though the fandoms are totally unrelated.

Take some time to think about what it is that you want to happen, anon. Do you want this friend back? Do you want a fandom connection? Do you want something else entirely? And in the meantime, make sure you give yourself lots of love and remember that you're still the same person you were before, and that person is still pretty awesome 💗

#asks and answers

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bucketsofmonsters · 1 year

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Vows - Part 1

cw: consentual blood drinking, cockwarming, accidental voyeurism, polyamory, more tags will be added as the story continues

male vampire x afab reader

Word count: 6k

Vows Masterlist

You kept your back straight, trying to maintain what little dignity you had left standing before the man on the throne in front of you.

You lost all of that when he looked you up and down and gave you a simple command.

“Kneel.”

You bit your tongue, doing your very best to keep a pleasant look on your face as you got on your knees. He couldn’t know how much you hated him. You wouldn’t blow this.

Your valiant attempt to hide your disdain didn’t seem to have the effect you’d hoped. He looked down at you, sneering, and said, “I was told you’ve been quite eager to get in here. You don’t look eager.”

“I am not in the practice of fawning over men I’ve just met.”

He cocked his head to the side, eyes roaming over you, trying to get a read on you.

His hair was dark, touched with hints of gray. His face was pale and smooth but not uncreased, particularly worn crow's feet in the corner of his eyes telling tales of a smile that you saw no signs of right now.

He looked down at you with eyes that looked faded, like a half-decayed corpse, and spoke through his fangs. “Why did you want to come here?”

You couldn’t pretend it was out of desire, he’d clearly seen right through that. So you tried another tactic.

“I had nowhere else to go,” you admitted, looking up at him with sad eyes.

His brows furrowed. “If you wanted shelter you could have asked for shelter, we would have given it. You took our vows. Why?”

He was right, you had. You’d signed your soul away. Your body too. For what, the chance to live in the home of a leech? You had no idea how anyone could agree to this, how he could have fooled any of the poor people who lived here, who he saw as dinner and as walking sex toys. It was dehumanizing.

But it was also the easiest way to get close to him. To learn his secrets.

His eyes softened as your gaze fell, your combative eye contact turning to something shyer, more nervous.

“We don’t need to talk about that now. But you don’t need to be embarrassed, not here. And you certainly don’t need to be afraid. Whatever your reason, you’re here now, that won’t change unless you want it to.”

He rose from his throne and moved towards you, holding out his hand. You took it as you rose to your feet, not wanting to insult him any more than you apparently already had.

“What can I call you?” you asked, still not having so much as a name for the man.

“Sir is fine.”

It took everything you had not to roll your eyes at him.

“Now,” he said, his hand still wrapped around yours, his grip firm but not strong enough that you couldn’t pull away if you really tried. “I should show you around.”

It wasn’t much of a tour.

He took you through the halls, up a spiral staircase, and past what felt like dozens of doors without uttering so much as a word to you.

The monotony of the tour was disrupted when a young man came barreling down the hall. He was dressed in all white, his hair a curly blond. It was a bit too long and he pushed it out of his eyes as he skidded to a halt only for it to fall dutifully back into place.

“Hey Rook I…” He did a double-take as he saw you. “Oh, hello. Haven’t seen you around here before.”

“I’m new.” Your tone was dry. You could tell from the two marks on his neck that he was one of the vampire’s disciples. You knew it wasn’t his fault he’d been fooled into staying here and fought the urge to resent him, to view anything associated with this monster as bad.

A massive smile took over his face. “Great, it’s always nice to have someone new around! I’m Oliver, by the way.”

“Hello.”

“Listen, I know it can be intimidating here at first but I promise he’s a sweetheart under all the dramatics,” he said, gesturing to the visibly frustrated man standing right next to him.

He didn’t take that well.

“You should run along,” Rook insisted, pressing a quick kiss into Oliver’s forehead and cutting off your conversation. “I think I’m going to have to give some special attention to this one.”

Oliver looked at the vampire with furrowed brows. “Okay. You’re being weird but okay.” He turned to you on his way out. “He’s not usually this weird, I promise. I mean, that’s not actually true, he’s always weird but like… different weird.”

“Oliver!” he hissed, his face twitching into what almost looked like embarrassment.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. Just try not to scare them off.”

As you both watched them trail down the hallway, you turned to Rook and asked, “What happened to everyone calling you sir?”

“I didn’t say everyone had to call me that, I said you did,” he replied, an unmissable snideness in his tone.

Great, you’d been undercover for less than a day and he already didn’t like you.

You hadn’t had much further to go before your little interruption. Your room seemed to be only a few doors down.

Rook held the door open for you, beckoning you inside.

He stood in the doorway looking in at you, not entering the room. “The closet has clothes for you. That’s why we gathered your measurements after you took your vows, everything here should be perfectly fitted to you.”

“Thank you, Rook,” you said with a little curtsy.

“Sir,” he hissed at you, his fangs particularly evident as he spoke.

“Rook,” you insisted, refusing to back down.

He conceded faster than you would have expected, a soft chuckle escaping him at your persistence. “Fine. Rook. Now get some rest. You can pick more of those fights you’re so desperate to pick with me in the morning.”

You immediately turned defensive, terrified of what he was implying. “No, I’m not… I just…”

“I’m not blind, and you have a worse poker face than you seem to think. I’m not worried, I’ve proved less understanding people than you wrong.”

“I really am sorry. I think I’m just nervous.” That much was true at least. You had a feeling your nerves wouldn’t subside until you left this god-forsaken place behind.

“It’s alright,” he promised. “We’ll work on that.”

The words sent a chill down your spine. What was intended to be reassuring felt threatening instead. Something about the way he spoke to you, all straight faces and hushed words, left everything he said feeling sinister. You decided that even if you didn’t know what he was, they would make you feel uneasy.

It only left you more convinced he had the people here under some sort of spell. Surely he couldn’t have won them over, there must be something else at play.

You’d half expected to be forced to stay with him your first night so you let out a sigh of relief as he turned without another word and left you in what appeared to be your own room.

It wasn’t like you didn’t think he had the space, this place could house hundreds, you just weren’t sure of his morals. Or how impatient he would be to test your loyalty to his vows.

You patted at your side, ensuring you could still feel the notebook you’d sewn into your skirts before you came.

It was fairly thin. It needed to be able to let it sit, undetected, in the fabric just below your hip.

You hiked up your skirts, pooling the fabric in one arm as the other reached down and grabbed the silver dagger that lay flush against the inside of your thigh. You hadn’t known where it would be able to lie safe and undetected or how thoroughly you would be checked.

You opened the wardrobe to try and asses where you could go about hiding your contraband from now on, your prior hiding spacing being spoiled by your new host's insistence upon extravagance.

You considered hiding it somewhere in your room but quickly dismissed the thought. At least with them on your person you’d know if you were discovered. With them in your room, you could be compromised and in danger and be none the wiser.

There were more clothes in the wardrobe than you’d owned over the rest of your life combined. There were suits and pants and skirts and dresses of every length, even ones that didn’t quite feel appropriate.

Your gaze was drawn from those scandalous dresses as you realized that some in this closet, shoved into the corner, were sheer. Those you discarded immediately, you wouldn’t give him the pleasure.

Despite all the variety in clothing types, it all seemed a bit one note. You were stricken with endless patterns of black and white. There were a few in plain black or plain white that you gravitated towards but the rest were covered in patterns. Diamonds and stripes and checked skirts, it was enough to give you a headache.

The colors and patterns felt aggressive and gaudy when confronted with a whole closet of them, but you couldn’t help but admit that they were beautifully made. The fabric was the softest you’d ever felt.

You pulled out a black dress, the one that felt closest to what you were used to, and started to put it on. You’d been searching for places where you could sew in secret folds when your hand went right through the skirt and into a pocket.

You pulled the skirt upwards to evaluate and noticed that the stitching was far rougher there than any of the other seams, looking not unlike your secret pockets you’d become adept at making lately.

Their presence couldn’t help but worry you. Who had these belonged to before? Who had felt so unsafe here they’d been set on creating hiding spots close to them.

Whoever they were, they had more sense than the rest of Rook’s victims.

Your fingers ran over the handle of the knife as you shoved it into your new pockets instead of reattaching it to your thigh. It was safer there, better hidden, but you wanted it at hand. You’d been reassured you wouldn’t have to use it, not on your first mission, but it was always good to have.

Just in case.

Your knife was still stowed away but the notebook remained out. You still had work to do.

Quickly, afraid someone may walk in on you at any moment, you scribbled out a summary of your first day here. It wasn’t much but you’d been told to take note of everything. Besides, you’d never hunted a vampire before, you didn’t know what details were important yet.

As you completed and folded up your note, you rushed to the window, unlatching it and looking around quickly for anyone surveilling you.

You noted a distinct lack of onlookers at the same time a pigeon landed on the window frame.

Your face lit up as you saw him, your dutiful little messenger a welcome familiar face in this horrible place. You cooed at him for a moment, giving him a soft pet down his back.

“You’re so good. Told them you could find your way to me.”

But you didn’t have time to fawn over him, you needed to get this note out of here as quickly as you could.

You attached the note securely to his leg and sent him on his way, staying at the window and watching him until you could see him no longer.

With your mission for the night completed and your little friend finally out of sight, you gave yourself permission to rest.

Taking up most of the room was a massive bed, with black blankets pulled over white sheets and sheer black curtains hanging around it.

The bed was so nice and perfect you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb it, instead curling up on top of the perfectly made bed in the house you didn’t belong in.

You woke up with a jolt, already filled with adrenaline. The sun was shining through the window and you felt a pang in your chest at the implications of the fact that you had a window at all. He had to avoid the sun, it caused vampires pain and sapped them of most of their strength. Most avoided houses with windows entirely, wanting a space to hide away from it.

But no, you’d been given a window. This really was your space, a space that half the time he was likely to avoid.

You realized you’d slept in much later than you’d intended. So much for getting up early and poking around.

For most vampires you’d be right where you needed to be, most of them were nocturnal but there were a lot of patterns Rook didn’t follow that most vampires did.

He seemed to prefer following the sleep patterns of his disciples who lived with him, or at least you thought he did based on the little intel you had.

It was his house so he didn’t need to be invited in anywhere. Instead, it had wardings that meant only those invited could step inside, hence why you were on your very first mission, all alone. You were the only one who’d never been in the limelight, who vampires wouldn’t know to watch out for so here you stood, invited inside with the rest of his little humans.

If you couldn’t snoop, you should at the very least try and gather information from him.

You stormed out of your room, set on gathering intel.

You needed to have more to report this time. What you were doing wasn’t cutting it. You were supposed to be proving yourself and instead you were what, wandering around a mansion and picking petty fights?

You didn’t really know where he was so you took your best bet and headed down to the throne room.

He wasn’t a ruler of anything, not really. It felt like it was more for his ego than anything.

The massive wooden doors that led to it were shut with Oliver sitting on the ground beside them, like the world's least threatening guard.

Upon closer inspection you realized he was knitting something, the pile of yarn next to him the same black and white as most of the things in this god-forsaken place. It didn’t help him appear more intimidating, that was for sure.

As you reached for the door handle he made a noise of protest from his seat on the floor.

“I wouldn’t go in there,” he called out. “Rook said not to let anyone in.”

“I don’t care what Rook said,” you insisted. “I need to talk to him.”

“I really wouldn’t if I were you…”

You left his calls of protest behind as you stormed into the room.

Rook was sitting on his throne, but he wasn’t alone.

There was a girl in his lap. You couldn’t see her face, her back facing you as she straddled him. Her long, red hair hid most of her from your sight but it failed to cover her lower half and your face heated at the sight of her plush, unclothes thighs hugging his midsection, her dress hiked up around her waist.

He pulled her head to rest on his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of both her face and neck, a trail of blood gently trickling down her side, staining her white dress bright red. From what you saw she looked completely out of it. You weren’t even sure she noticed you coming in.

“Would you like something,” he prompted, his arm wrapped protectively around the girl on his lap. Something in you churned at the sight and you forced it back down.

You didn’t say a word, turning on your heels and storming right back out of the room.

Oliver looked up at you, fighting back a smile as the heavy door fell shut behind you.

“I tried to warn you,” he said, amusement radiating off of him and you wondered if maybe everyone in this god-forsaken place was an asshole.

You spent the rest of the afternoon seething. You weren’t even entirely sure about what, to be honest, just spending most of your time pacing and feeling generally upset.

When Rook finally decided to show his face, you let it all out on him.

The second he entered the room you were chewing him out. “What the fuck was that? Do you have to be getting your dick wet and feeding constantly? I mean, christ, it’s my first day here!”

He countered your aggression with a roll of his eyes. “You’re mad at me? Maybe if you listened to Oliver it wouldn’t have happened.”

You avoided his gaze sheepishly. He was right, this was your fault. Your anxiety about this whole situation was manifesting as anger and you needed to get it under control. For the sake of the mission.

“If you want to be rude to me, fine,” he continued, “but do not be rude to these people. They’ve done nothing but welcome you here.”

“It’s alright if I’m rude to you?”

“For now. I foresee that changing in the future but I don’t mind a challenge.”

Is that what he thought you were doing? Playing hard to get? It bought you time so you went along with it, wondering how long it would be before his patience snapped and you no longer had a choice

Your thoughts drifted back to the redheaded girl. His body language had read as protective but she’d been bleeding and she didn’t even seem to react to you coming in. Your mind couldn’t help but drift to the worst-case scenario.

“How many people live here?” You asked, trying to get him to reveal if she was one of his pet humans or someone disposable, someone you should start quietly mourning.

“Right now? You’re met both of them. Well, met is a strong word, more like rudely stormed in on.”

If she lived here, she was probably alright. You’d do your best to find a way to check in on her, just to be safe.

At the revelation that only two humans lived here, you thought back to the only face you’d expected to see within these walls. “The man who measured me, the one who permitted me inside and made me take my vows. Where is he? Petyr, I think his name was.”

He was an older man, you’d guess late 50’s. He’d been a calming force when you’d met him, making your mission seem less daunting with the power of pleasant conversation, even if you couldn’t admit any of your real intentions to him.

You would’ve appreciated his presence. Your only hope was that Rook hadn’t already gotten to him.

“He’s traveling,” Rook explained, a faraway look entering his already glassy eyes. “He always wanted to see the world. He’s spent far too many decades trapped in here with me so I sent him off to see it.”

You scoffed. “So that’s it? He got too old and you sent him off? You just discard your little lovers when they’re not young enough for you anymore?”

He looked genuinely hurt by the accusation. “You don’t know anything. I’d give the world for him to be here, for them all to be here. But they have lives to live, certainly more than I do. They’ve more than earned their dreams, I just try to help with the ones I can.”

At the clicking sound of approaching heels, you glanced down the hallway to see a woman with familiar long locks of ginger hair striding towards you.

“I’m done taking insults from you. Play nice with her,” he hissed.

“Or else?”

He didn’t answer before storming off, leaving you to get acquainted with the redhead you’d already seen far too much of.

You turned back to her and saw her looking longingly after him as if she didn’t want to be left alone with you. Part of you couldn’t help but take offense to that. He was the monster, not you. If anything, you were going to be her savior.

She let out a nervous giggle as she shifted her gaze from the hallway where your host had disappeared back down to her dress, a new one without blood dripping down it. “I’m sorry about earlier. Not the most dignified meeting we could have had.”

“It wasn’t your fault, I shouldn’t have been in there.” The mark on her neck had already begun to fade, healing much faster than a regular wound. However, you knew it would never fully heal, his mark would be on her skin for the rest of her life, claiming her.

“Regardless, I'm sorry. You shouldn’t have seen me like that until much later, our third meeting at least.”

She smiled at her own joke and you could help but mirror it.

“I’m Vivian, by the way. It really is lovely to meet you.” Her smile was so genuine it was hard to not have an immediate fondness for her.

“It’s good to meet you too. Can I ask, are you alright?” You asked as you stared at the wound on her neck, the blood that had been spilling down her before completely absent except for that small reminder of its presence.

“Hmm? Oh yeah, just a little embarrassed. Rook says I shouldn’t be but you’re the first new person who’s come since I arrived, I wanted to make a good first impression.”

“No, not that. You just seemed out of it in there, he didn’t hurt you did he?”

“What, Rook? No, of course not. He was taking good care of me, I promise. Has he talked to you about when you want him to drink from you yet? It really isn’t scary, I promise. He’s very gentle.”

“People keep saying that to me and yet I haven’t seen any proof. He’s been nothing but an ass to me.”

That threw her off balance. “He has?”

“I think he thinks I’m a bit obstinate,” you said, hoping that was all it was. The alternative was that he’d become suspicious of you and that was something you couldn’t abide by.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she insisted. “He doesn’t mind a bit of pushback. God knows Oliver can be a handful and I’ve never even seen him get upset.”

“Well, he’s been plenty upset at me.”

“I’m sure you two just got off on the wrong foot,” she insisted. “He’s a little rough around the edges sometimes but hey, who here isn’t, right?”

You couldn’t help but bristle at the comment.

She picked up on your reaction immediately. “No, I didn’t mean… It’s just, we’re all running from something, right?”

You nodded. You needed to stop being so aggressive, you were standing out far too much. “Yeah, of course, you’re right.”

“It’s alright,” she said, resting a reassuring hand on your arm. “It took me ages to get used to this place too. Try not to worry too much, it’ll feel like home before you know it.”

You doubted that.

Vivian wandered off, saying something about taking a nap and you retreated to your room.

You were a mess. It felt like every time you tried to do anything here it ended up being a disaster that got you one step closer to being caught. You collapsed backwards on your bed, set on hiding in your room until morning.

The universe seemed to have other plans.

A knock sounded at your door and you called out, “Who is it?”

“It’s Oliver, I’m coming in.”

He opened the door, not even waiting for you to call him in and he stared down at you, collapsed on top of your blankets.

“Good your still dressed,” he said, extending a hand to help yank you to your feet. “You’re having dinner with Rook at sunset.”

Your blood ran cold at the thought of being alone with him and of what ‘dinner’ could entail for a vampire.

“No.”

“Yes,” he insisted.

“I don’t want to,” you snapped back.

“Too bad. He said, and this is a direct quote, ‘they wanted to speak to me so fucking badly earlier, let’s give them an opportunity.’”

Oliver’s persistence in inviting you made sense, it didn’t sound like an offer one was allowed to refuse.

“Go hang out with Viv in the meantime or something, it’s awfully lonely in here,” he said, not waiting for a response before setting out on the move again. It was almost like he was allergic to standing still.

You followed his advice, figuring you wouldn’t be able to relax knowing what was coming anyways.

Vivian wasn’t hard to find, although you wouldn’t exactly say you found her. One second you were wandering down empty hallways and the next second she was behind you, tapping your shoulder to get your attention.

“Hello,” she said, her persistent warmth immediately setting you at ease, even if her sudden appearance had frightened you.

Vivian was an easy person to get along with. You spent the next few hours milling about with her, not talking about much of importance but passing the time much easier.

She seemed determined to make you feel welcome. It was nice, feeling like you have a friend here, even if she could never be an ally.

Oliver and Rook were entirely absent as you and Vivian wandered about. You made sure not to open any firmly shut doors this time.

After a few hours, the moment you dreaded arrived. Vivian poked her head out the velvet curtains that were covering the nearest window and grinned at you.

“Alright, Oliver said to send you down right about now. It’s right down that hallway.

Your heart skipped a beat as you stared down the dark hallway. Vivian didn’t seem to quite understand the magnitude of your anxiety, excitedly shooing you down towards the door.

You entered a room that looked almost exactly like what you’d expect from a dining room in a house this big. The table was massive, spanning the humungous room.

Something you hadn’t expected to see was the number of chairs.

The table was completely devoid of them except for one Rook was sitting at right at the head of the table and another right next to him.

You sat beside him, having no other choice in the matter.

“This massive house and you can’t afford more chairs?”

“They were removed. It’s hard to talk all the way across the room.”

You resented the fact that he refused to even give you the option.

The chairs that remained looked heavy and you couldn’t help but imagine Oliver and Rook desperately trying to push them out of the room in order to trap you next to him. Despite the less than optimal outcome, you had to fight back a smile at the mental image.

“Did you sleep alright?” he asked, cutting through your daydreams of him.

“Fine,” you responded bluntly.

“Are you sure? Your bed was still made.”

You were suddenly very glad your knife and notebook were stashed in your pocket. “Why were you in my room? How did you even get in, I left the window wide open.”

“Ah, yes.” He looked embarrassed and you got the sense that he’d be blushing if he had the blood for it instead of being pale and cold. “Well, we don’t exactly have staff here, they’re too scared of me to come. Everyone mostly takes care of their own tidying but I look after the rooms of newcomers. And I just covered up until I could get the drapes closed, it’s not the easiest way to move but I only have to travel the length of a room.”

Your accusation suddenly felt cruel. There was something so earnest about his words, something sheepish at the fact that he was picking up after you. “Oh. Okay. Well, the bed was just so lovely and made so well, it felt rude to mess it up.”

He smiled. “Well, I’m glad you appreciate my bed-making skills but I promise I don’t mind if you sleep under the covers. That is what they’re made for.”

The conversation put you more at ease, feeling less like you’d been brought here to be interrogated and more like this was a ploy from Rook to make you like him. It almost felt worse this way, the way he seemed to be trying to hide his eagerness to make you feel welcomed.

You looked down at the plate of food in front of you, finally convinced it was probably safe to eat, and noticed that it was the only one on the table. The spot in front of Rook was entirely empty.

“You’re not going to eat?” you asked as you took a bite of the food. It made you a little angry how good it was and for some undiscernible reason, you hoped Oliver had made it. Like that would make it alright that you’d enjoyed it.

He shook his head. “Can’t. Solid food are beyond me I’m afraid.”

“Why would you invite me to dinner then,” you asked, baffled by the decision.

“It seemed like a good time to talk. Besides, it’s a good way to make sure you eat. Viv is very concerned about you, says you’re not handling all this very well.”

She might’ve been right to be. With everything going on, eating had been the last thing on your mind. “I’m just nervous,” you justified weakly.

“So you keep saying.”

He watched you eat, studying you as you made your way through the dish. Finally, you grew tired of his observation and set down the fork.

“I can’t help but wonder, am I playing right?”

“Playing? This isn’t a game.”

“Yes, it is.” you insisted. “All of this has been, despite the fact that you declined to inform me of it. I think you like when it's a game. So am I playing correctly or have I already lost?”

“You barely know me and yet you pretend to know so much.”

“Am I wrong?”

“About this? No. Might be a first since you entered this place but you are not wrong.”

You scoffed. “What do you want from me?”

“You came here. You act as if I forced you into my home.”

“And you let me in. But you’re not making me give you anything so what do you want, why am I here? Why should I want to win?”

“I want you to trust me. That’s where this has to start.”

“And where does it end?”

“That depends on you. If you keep behaving like this it might end with you never trusting me.”

You worried when that end might be. “So I am losing. Good to know, And of course I don’t trust you, I don’t know anything about you.”

“Alright then,” he said as he leaned back in his chair, the corner of his mouth quirking up before he could manage to suppress his smile. “Go on.”

“With what?”

“Getting to know me.”

This was your opportunity, he’d just all but given you permission to ask all the questions you wanted. Not wanting to let the chance pass you by, you blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “So you drink blood.”

He smiled, baring his fangs at you as he did. “See, you know some things about me.”

“Are you going to drink from me?” you pressed on, refusing to let him steer you off track.

“If you want me to.”

“And if I don’t? Isn’t that what you brought us here for?”

He scoffed. “I’m building a community here, not a buffet.”

You just continued on with your questions. “Do you kill people?”

“Not unless it’s self-defense, same as most people I’d assume.” He chuckled as he answered but you didn’t find it funny.

“Let me rephrase then. Have you killed people?”

“Noone who didn’t try and kill me first.” That answer he didn’t chuckle through.

He looked you right in the eyes as he stated it. It felt like a promise. You just weren’t certain if it was a promise not to hurt you or a promise of what would happen if you tried to hurt him.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” you said. You didn’t have to do much acting to appear nervous around him but you hoped it might help. Maybe if he knew you were afraid of him he’d give you space.

“You should. Vampires can’t lie.”

You perked up at that. “Is that true?” you asked incredulously.

He just raised his eyebrows and gave you a shit-eating grin.

You had half a mind to throw something at him.

He didn’t apologize for his stupid little joke, which was well enough because you wouldn’t have forgiven him. Instead, his eyes darted down to your half-finished dinner.

“You going to finish that?”

You crossed your arms. “I’ve lost my appetite.”

“Don’t be like that, we were having fun! You were playing the game. Well, if you’re really done, come on,” he said, offering you his hand. “I’ll show you the gardens. You’ll like them. Everyone does.”

There were few decisions you could’ve made that felt as deeply ill-advised as going on a walk with him, alone, as the sun had already set.

You told yourself it was because there wasn’t an easy way out but honestly, you weren’t so sure, and you took his hand.

He led you outside, the grip on your hand less firm than it had been last time.

“Where are the flowers,” you asked when confronted with walls of bushes as the two of you stepped outside.

“There aren’t flowers. It’s a hedge maze.”

You snorted out a laugh. “Why do you have a hedge maze?”

“Every self-respecting mansion has a hedge maze.”

“That’s absurd,” you insisted.

“Well, maybe I’m absurd. Either way, absurd or not, everyone loves the hedge maze. Want to give it a try.”

The idea of being lost and alone, or worse, lost and with Rook, wasn’t exactly appealing to you. “Not really.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I have more questions for you,” you said, figuring you should at least take advantage of this alone time that you’d foolishly agreed to. “I mean, if you don’t mind.”

“Go ahead. I hope they’re more fun than your last ones.”

“Can you actually turn into a bat?”

“Yes, I can.”

“Can I see?”

“No. Maybe someday but that’s something I only do with people I trust and as someone very cross with me once said, I can’t trust you, I don’t know anything about you.”

“Okay. Another question then. What’s with all the black and white?”

“Don’t you like it? It feels fitting to me. The light and the dark, the wars that are waged, reflected on everything here.”

Your nose scrunched up as he talked, waxing poetic about two colors that you couldn’t quite bring yourself to care about.

As he went on, you began to put some of the pieces together as he spoke. “Your name is Rook too. That wasn’t your given name I assume.”

“My favorite chess piece. Honest, direct, noble.”

“Okay,” you said, cutting him off before he could start rambling again. “Be that as it may, you shouldn’t impose your weird chess thing on us. Some of us like colors.”

“My weird chess thing?” His voice cracked as he questioned you, snorting out a laugh at your comment. “You are so rude, where were you raised?”

You clutched your chest in mock pain. “Sorry, not all of us were raised in a mansion Rook.”

“I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t realize most people went around insulting one another so freely.”

“I think you’d be surprised. If you went out in the world wearing some of those outfits you gave me I think you’d hear some choice words thrown your way.”

The thought inspired yet another question from you. “When you talked about needing a special outfit to close the window, is it like, a big sun hat? A black and white one of course.”

“More like a sheet ghost.”

You giggled and he laughed along with you, looking down at you fondly and with some undeniable smugness present on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you asked, quickly snuffing out your laughter.

“You’re not afraid. It’s the first time since you got here that you weren’t terrified of me.”

You hadn’t even noticed that the bubbling fear that lived in your chest had faded out as the two of you had spoken, “How could you possibly tell?”

“I can smell it. All those chemicals in your blood.”

“Stop smelling my blood,” you practically shouted, smacking at him.

He let out an almost boyish laugh as he dodged your attack. “I can’t help it, that’s like asking you to stop smelling the flowers.”

“There are no flowers,” you pointed out.

“Well, in theory. I can’t just turn it off. Trust me, if I could I would.”

After a moment of thought he added, “You know what this means, don’t you?”

“Not a clue.”

“It means I won. This battle, at least.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

A tempest of competing emotions fought in your chest. You were a fool, you were giving in to him. The hunters didn’t want you here for this exact reason, he must be hypnotizing you or something.

That felt more believable than you having a pleasant conversation with him.

With his victims? Maybe. They were people with souls, albeit misguided people. But not with him.

You felt like you were losing control. Of all the things you’d imagined when you got here, this was the furthest thing from your mind and yet you couldn’t deny it, especially after he’d as much as said it.

You’d stopped being afraid of him, for however brief a moment.

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Changed Man

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: After an appointment with your therapist, you want to speak with Spencer.

"And how's life with your husband, Y/N?" you let out a long sigh before you looked at your therapist.

"I have noticed a lot of changes in him. I honestly thought that this talk about how jail changes people were fake, but I’m afraid it's true." you let out a long sigh.

"What about him did change? Did you notice anything specific?" you were more than comfortable talking about this with her.

"At first, I didn't even notice. It is hard to explain but I noticed it when we were having sex the other day. He was more dominant."

"Did he hurt you? Or do something you didn't like perhaps?"

"Nothing like that! It just struck me, he used to be almost nervous every time, but now he was so confident. I liked it, I just don't know what to do with it."

"Did you mention it to him?"

"No. I was afraid he would call me paranoid."

"Then why don't you just have a sit-down with him? Try to tell him about your side of things, he is a smart man, I'm sure he will understand."

"Yeah, I’ll try that. Thank you." you offered her a smile and just as the session ended, you were on your way home.

---

"Hi Babe." you said into the house as you locked the front door.

"Hi." came the voice from inside, you soon entered the living room and found Spencer reading.

You headed over to him and placed a kiss to his cheek, he offered you a smile.

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Busy. Very busy."

"That's what you get for being a CEO I suppose. Did you eat already?"

"No, did you?"

"Nope, let's order then." you heard as he called and ordered some pizza while you took a quick shower.

You let out a long sigh as you finally put up your feet and eat something.

After eating, you felt pain as you groaned a little as you started to rub your neck.

"Do you want a massage?"

"No, no I'm good Spencer, thank you."

"It's okay really." he tried to get closer to you but you jump up from the couch. "What's wrong?" you basically heard his heart break as he asked and looked at you.

But to be honest, you weren't too sure either.

"Everything? No, not everything... it's just, I have to figure this thing out and I'm... I don't know."

"What are you saying Y/N?"

"I'm scared Spencer."

"Of me?" he asked, surprised and hurt.

"No! Not of you." you were quick to reply.

"Then what is it Y/N?" he started to raise his voice out of frustration. "Do you not want to be married to a criminal anymore? Is that why you visited me so often in jail? To justify your thoughts of wanting to leave me out of shame?"

"I'm scared that you changed and you won't want me anymore!" as you said that your hands started to shake. All the past months came crashing down on you. "I'm scared you will realize you don't love me anymore, I'm scared that you will find someone better. I'm terrified that you will leave me." as you said that, all of your tears began to fall.

"Sweetheart," he hugged you and calmed you before he began to speak. "I will never leave you. I love you much." when he pulled back he could see you searching his eyes, trying to figure out on your own if he was lying or not.

"Promise?"

"I married you for a reason. I have loved you and I will continue to do so."

"Please don't quote some philosopher who said something about love. Just kiss me and never leave me."

And he did.

"I'm sorry, Sweetheart." he whispered as he put his forehead against yours.

"You have nothing to apologise for. You went through something terrible, I should be more understanding, but my insecurities got the best of me."

"It's okay. I'm just happy we are here together. I love you."

"I love you too." you put your hand on his neck and pulled him in for another kiss.

Letting your insecurities wash away.

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Bad memories

Paring: Simon x fem!reader x König

Summary: Simon comes home to you a König but the mission was a bad one causing Simon to get in a mood, he takes it out on you and König puts Simon in his place.

This is kinda based on a fic I read a while ago, however, I can’t remember who wrote it! So if it sounds a little familiar and you know who wrote it please let me know so I can link there’s❤️

I've been in a König and Simon mood lately. I have a few fics coming out from anons for Elijah, Klaus, and Harwin☺️

Warning: mention of PTSD, Simons afraid to lose his loves.

It wasn’t unusual for Simon to come home silent. Usually, a hot shower and dinner would warm him up then he’d be back to your Simon. But something happened during this mission and Simons been cold for days.

König had to reassure you that he wasn’t mad at you when Simon would snap at you for small reasons. König understood PTSD and it’s something Simon was struggling with. No matter how much König tried to get him to open up, Simon would just bark back at him and lock himself in his office. König would hold you close and tell you how amazing you were at the end of the day in bed. Simon wouldn’t join.

It wasn’t too much to handle, Simon would come back on his terms but it took today for König to put Simon back in place when he came home and found you sobbing on the couch and Simon gone. Something bad had happened.

You weren’t sure what tick him off this time. You tried hard to walk around Simon quietly, almost avoiding him. You felt like you were walking around glass, it could break at any moment.

You were washing dishes after cooking lunch, leaving Simon's leftovers in the microwave as you’ve always done. Just because he was treating both you and König like shit, didn’t mean Simon didn’t deserve some love.

You did understand why his mood was shit, how could it be okay after watching team members die, killing people, and barking orders all day long? It made sense but it didn’t make sense that you were the punching bag, not even König received the yelling, he was just ignored.

“What the fuck? I told you not to touch my shit.” Simon yelled coming down the stairs.

“What?” You asked, confused.

“I said that I told you not to move my shit. You moved my gear.” He accused you.

You don’t remember moving anything of his. You haven’t even touched his dirty dishes, König did that. It must’ve been König and you were receiving the blow for it. “I didn’t move shit.” You said back.

“Stop fucking lying. You do this shit all the time. Just fucking leave it alone. Now, where is it?” He yelled.

“I said I didn’t fucking move it.” You replied. Your eyes were getting glossy, frustrated he didn’t believe you and sad he was talking like this to you.

“Fuck!” He yelled, startling you, before storming out the doors.

König came home moments after Simon sped out of the driveway finding you on the couch in tears.

“Meine Liebe, what’s happened?” He asked sitting on the couch and pulling you to his lap. “What did he do?” He asked trying to pry your hands from covering your face. You shook your head no, not wanting him to see how badly Simon has hurt you.

“Was hat der arschloch gemacht?” What did that asshole do? König spat out.

“We got into an argument,” you finally said. Sniffling your tears away. You showed him your wet face and he dried it as much as possible.

“What about?” He questioned.

“Said I moved his gear and that he doesn’t like it when his things get moved. I didn’t move it. He called me a liar and left after screaming. I didn’t move it.” You sniffled, more tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

“Ich bring den um.” I'll kill him. He told you bringing you into a hug. Once you calmed down you sat back up in his lap giving him a peck on the lips.

“I understand why he’s been like this but I don’t understand why I’m getting the blunt end of it. What did I do wrong?” You sadly spoke, lowering your gaze.

“You did nothing Liebe,” he softly spoke. “Why don't you get dressed, and go shopping? I’ll stay here and talk to Simon. This is getting out of hand.” He said standing up, still holding you. You wrapped your legs around him and giggled.

“Dress me?” You asked sweetly. He smiled.

—

You left the house few hours ago, updating König that you were going to use the credit card Simon gave you and “spend all his money because I deserve it.”

“Yes you do Liebling,” darling, he would text back.

König sat in Simon's office at his desk chair. The room was dark with the blackout curtains covering the sun. König was pissed, he was ready to beat the shit out of Simon.

König understood Simon and why he’d be like this, but to treat their precious girl like this? Not happening, he'd put him in his place and then find out the cause.

Simon walks in and turns on the light to see König sitting in his chair. “Wha-,” Simon started before König interrupted him.

“Sit the fuck down.” He spoke up.

Simon immediately sat down, not used to this tone of voice from König, “if it wasn’t for our sweet girl asking me not to beat you, I would. I’m so besoffen. wie konntest du sie so behandeln? Was zum Teufel hat sie dir angetan?” Pissed. How could you treat her like this? What the fuck did she do to you? König yelled. “I thought this would stop after a few days but it's been weeks, Si,” Simon knew he’s made a big mistake when König starts using German.

Simon realizes he’s messed up. He looks at König, a guilty look plastered on his face, “I don’t know how to process it.” Simon admits,. He looks won down, something König hasn't noticed because he's been holding you while you cry.

He suddenly feels guilty he hasnt been helping Simon to feel better. “Process what? What happened?” König asked, his anger now disappearing as Simon finally opens up.

“I saw a mother and her baby get shot. I watched two innocent lives die, for what? Just because the enemy can?” Simon said. Tears primmed his eyes, he's tired. He hasn't slept.

König realizes what Simon is comparing this too, “your sister and nephew?” He asked.

“And Y/N and you and our future children. A repeat in history could happen. I could lose everything again.” Simon said.

“You know that won’t happen. We all three are trained killers. We are masked when on the line, and we take precautions. It still gives you no right to treat her like this, like müll.” Trash. Konig told him.

“Where is she?” Simon asked

“She’s spending all your money right now,” König told him standing up. Simon remained seated as König wrapped his arms around his shoulders pressing Simon's face into his chest, “we aren’t going anywhere anytime soon. We still have a full life to live, babies to make, and time to make memories. So don’t waste it by treating our girl like shit.” He told Simon.

Simon nodded, “I guess I thought if I pushed you guys away, you’d eventually go.” Simon said as they heard the door open and bags be dropped to the floor.

“Sounds like your gonna have a hefty bill to pay.”

“As I deserve.” Simon groaned already assuming the amount he owed on his credit card.

“Hey König!” You yelled with excited from down the stairs, “I bought that necklace I wanted!” You said. König looked over at Simon.

“Please not the one from Tiffany’s.” Simon begged.

“It’s the one from Tiffany’s!” You finished.

Simon lowered his head and placed them in his hands, “can’t wait to see that bill.” König said walking out of the office

#simon riley imagine #konig imagine #simon ghost riley #konig #simon riley x reader #konig x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley #konig x ghost #konig x simon Riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley imagine #konig x you

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danikamariewrites · 10 months

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Azriel x adhd!Reader

A/n: As someone with ADHD I struggle with a lot of stuff like my emotions and daily tasks. I like talking about it bc I don’t think it should be taboo and I hate the stigmatism around it that it’s just people being lazy. If your struggling with ADHD or any other mental health problems know you’re not alone ❤️

Warnings: mentions of mental health struggles, some angst

At first Azriel didn’t understand why your mood could be so up and down all the time. Or why you struggled with getting out of bed some days and others you had so much energy you didn’t know what to do with it.

You didn’t like loud noises, being touched unless you wanted too, and some textures overwhelmed your senses causing you to lash out.

You have a hard time communicating your feelings and he does too, which makes you both frustrated when one of you just brushes the other off or is passive aggressive.

Azriel notices you space out sometimes or that when he’s talking to you, you ask him to repeat things because you didn’t hear him. He thinks it’s odd but brushes it off as you just being preoccupied. He also picks up on your fidgeting but never thought anything of it

One day you both snap at each other resulting in the worst fight you’ve ever had

Azriel ends up going to Rhys for advice because he doesn’t want some stupid fight on a random Monday to be the reason you break up

Azriel tells his brother about the issues that have been building up over the last few months and Rhys, who’s been one of your best friends since childhood, tells him you’ve always been that way

He doesn’t go into detail, it’s your story to tell, but he does tell Az about when you were younger and your parents had Madja come give you a few tests. He remembered being a little nervous for you but you were fine. You just needed a little extra help and attention with things because your brain works differently

Azriel instantly feels bad that he didn’t know

“It’s ok Az, she didn’t even tell me until we were teenagers.” Rhys says sympathetically. “Yeah but I’m the one that’s supposed to be there for her, not get angry with her.” Rhys hugs his brother, insisting he stay the night and that time apart will do you both good

The next morning Az comes home to you baking in the kitchen

You had to move around or the thoughts of Azriel not coming home because you were too much of a burden were going to eat you alive

When you see him you try to apologize but he cuts you off asking if you could sit down and talk

“I don’t want to push, but Rhys told me about when you were younger and the testing with Madja.” He says gently

You take a deep breath, trying to blink your tears away

Sometimes it’s hard for you to talk about your ADHD because you hate to seem weak or different

But you’ve held back long enough and if you didn’t tell Azriel soon you knew you would get worse trying to mask it

You tell him everything. how your energy goes up and down, your depression and that it’s worse because you can’t find the energy to do things

You feel useless sometimes because you forget things or because you don’t listen

He hugs you as you cry into his chest, “I just feel so guilty being this way. I’m sorry Az.”

He brushes away your tears, “It’s ok my love. I know I don’t communicate well either. And I’m sorry, I didn’t know you felt this way. It must’ve been killing you to keep it in.”

From that point forward Azriel was always there to make things better

Your communication improved and fights or the silent treatment became very rare

You weren’t afraid to tell him if something was bothering you or if you needed extra help or attention from him

Azriel and his shadows could pick up if you were being overstimulated or stressed out, so there were times you didn’t even need to ask

If you were out with the group and became uncomfortable Azriel would take you somewhere quite to help calm your anxiety

He’d wrap his wings around you so it would be dark and quite, helping slow your panicked breathing

“It’s ok baby, take a deep breath.” “That’s it, in and out, don’t rush.” “Here feel my heartbeat, can we try and match it?”

If you didn’t like how your sweater or dress was feeling that day he would be there with a back up or give you his own

“Are you sure Az, I don’t want to take it from you then you’ll be cold.” “Don’t worry about me baby, I just want you to be comfortable. Plus I’m built for the cold, Illyrian remember?”

Whenever you start fidgeting it’s usually if you’re bored or nervous. Azriel always keeps a little fidget toy or a pen on him so you can hold it and focus your energy on that. He knows you hate being thought of as a distraction and you think it’s better to focus on a small thing in your hands rather than swinging your feet or pushing your chair around

You thought him knowing about your ADHD would change how he feels about you or treat you differently. You bring this up to him one night in bed, “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you at all. You’re still perfect to me, my love. You just need extra help sometimes and it’s ok to ask for help.”

#acotar fanfiction #acotar reader imagine #acotar #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #azriel x reader #acotar headcanon #azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel x you #azriel headcanons #acotar reader fic #azriel shadowsinger #azriel fanfic

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metacrisisdoctor · 10 months

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i think sometimes people have a hard time seeing jackie as an individual person and this leads to them sort of seeing her as a villian in rose's story.

in my opinion it's pretty important that as much as jackie is sometimes wrong about things, she is also right about a lot of things as well.

i do feel like jackie was unintentionally holding rose back out of fear of losing her, hence her "airs and graces" comment etc- but rarely do people think of why jackie feels like this.

think of jackie tyler. in doomsday she is forty. this means when we meet her and rose she is 39, meaning she had rose at age 20, meaning she was pregnant at age 19- the same age rose is when we meet her.

19 is young.

think of jackie tyler, age 21, widowed with an infant daughter, on an estate and looked down upon. in army of ghosts we see that jackie's father passed away years ago, and we never see her mother either.

this is partly why the fandoms universal eyeroll at love and monsters frustrates me. that episode fleshes jackie out and shows us how deeply alone she is, but how loyal she is to rose despite the fact that the only family she has sees her as second best. the tentoo and jackie big finish audios also bring attention to this. jackie is not afraid of rose advancing in life, she is afraid of being left behind. because she has no one.

it pains me that the bf audios with her and tentoo aren't more widely known because they explore jackie and her relationship with both the doctor and rose a lot. we see how much jackie loves, and has always loved, the doctor. how she too missed him after doomsday. how she wants to be close to him again but she's afraid of what him being back in rose's life means as well, because now that the doctor is in their world, what is stopping them from leaving again? and i think it's important that jackie feels that way because it shows that her love for rose isn't just because she was lonely, despite it having had played a large part.

she genuinely loves them both and does not want to be without them, so much so that she says if/when the tardis grows the doctor has to take them all- because he has a family now. this mirrors the doctor telling donna that rose had a family and that they had become his family as well in the runaway bride.

in this sense, we should know that the doctor and jackie are on the same page. we know how much he missed rose and how that extends to the sense of family he found in the christmas invasion. however, jackie's own poor self image leads to her projecting her own fear of being left behind onto tentoo and to his relationship with rose and it causes friction in their relationship until they can both be honest with each other in the climax of the audios when they're about to die together and realize they want to live, which is why rose trapped them into talking in the first place.

jackie struggles because rose was so young when she met the doctor, and she was RIGHTFULLY wary of their relationship considering the last time rose trusted a man he left her behind and took all her money. in the audios we hear jackie say that she was the one who payed off all of rose's debts which is a stark contrast to the idea some people seem to have that jackie didn't have a job and mooches off of rose entirely- which makes no sense anyway because how does she keep the lights on at home when rose is missing for an entire year? it's much more plausible that she and rose both have jobs, and that she was going to look for a second job.

jackie gets everything she wanted in a sense. her husband back, a son, rose is still with her, but her own low sense of self is something that is hard for her to shake off because she has been looked down upon for so long because of who she is and how she was raised, so much so that the thought that rose looks down on her terrifies her. in the end of time flashback we sees jackie say that at that point in her life she isn't gonna do much better; but rose tells her she doesn't know that which speaks volumes. rose is afraid of falling victim to the helplessness jackie has in the last twenty years, but we also see that deep down jackie also wants more to her life as well, she just thinks it's too late.

jackie is proud of rose, she grows to love the doctor, but her fear of rose losing herself entirely is a valid one. just like rose wanting more out of life is valid as well. they're both right and they're both wrong which is why they bicker but also very very clearly absolutely love each other more than anything.

this is why the ending rose gets is perfect for everyone. rose gets to keep defending the earth at unit with the doctor, a life that she always wanted. the doctor gets to, in one life, have a family and be human and jackie gets to find her sense of self again and find "more" in her life, and doesn't lose what makes her who she is at all because people like jackie - working class people - are the ones who make it possible for "bigger" things to happen which is what the purpose of the back and forth between rose and jackie is. rose wanting more from her life is valid, but it's also important to rememeber not to look down on people who you subconsciously see as "less" because "less" is just as valuable.

of course rose leaving helped jackie grow, but sometimes the way people talk about jackie is unintentionally classist while also defending rose from classism.

#rambles #jackie tyler #rose tyler #tenth doctor #tentoo #metacrisis doctor #doctor who #dw #big finish

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sissylittlefeather · 3 months

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A Little Less Conversation: an Elvis One-Shot

A/N: Another smutty one-shot for the people! This one is actually for Elvis, though, during the filming of the movie Live a Little, Love a Little. I hope y'all enjoy this one too. I am infinitely grateful to everyone who reads my stuff! I love you all dearly.

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, kissing, cussing, fingering, oral sex (f receiving), p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation

Word count: ~2.3k

You've been on a movie set before. This isn't your first acting job. It's not even your first speaking role. So why is this one so difficult for you?

Perhaps it's the presence of a certain Mr. Elvis Presley that's got you all in a tizzy. When you got the job for Live a Little, Love a Little, you assumed you wouldn't have any scenes with him, but when you arrived on set they told you otherwise. You're playing a receptionist and you have three scenes with Mr. Presley. Your stomach drops out and it feels like you've forgotten how to breathe when he comes over to you and shakes your hand.

"Hi honey, I'm Elvis Presley. I heard we have a couple of scenes to shoot this week." You swallow deeply and finally get some words out.

"Yeah, I heard that too. I'm y/n." You pull your hand away from him and he smiles, his eyes wandering down over your body. He doesn't even try to hide the fact that he obviously enjoys what he sees. Instead, he licks his lips and takes a step closer just as someone hollers from across the set.

"Hey, Elvis!" He rolls his eyes and looks over to the direction of the voice.

"What?"

"Can you come here a second?" He scoffs a little and then turns back to you.

"I'll see ya later." He winks and then walks away.

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The first scene you shoot together is one where you're at the desk and he's just talking to you. You're supposed to be getting annoyed with him, but you're having a hard time shaking the doe-eyed daze that comes over you every time he looks at you.

"Cut! Y/n, you're still not getting it." The director is less than pleased with you and you're starting to get frustrated with yourself.

"Here. I think I know what the problem is." Elvis walks around the desk to you and takes your hand, standing you up. "Do I make you nervous, honey?"

There's really no point in lying.

"Yes."

"That's what I was afraid of." He turns to the director. "Can we take a break?"

"Oh, um, sure Elvis but not too long-"

"It'll take as long as it takes." He grabs your hand and walks you to a place at one of the sets you aren't using today. He gestures for you to sit down on a bench and he sits beside you.

"What are we doing?" You look up at him nervously.

"We're getting you used to me."

"Used to you?"

"Y/n, I'm just a guy. I eat. I sleep. I'm a man, just like any other man. I'm assuming you've been with men before." You blush a little, but he's not wrong.

"Yes, I have."

"See? Good. Just a man." He turns to face you and takes your hands and puts them on his chest. You nod and move your hands to his shoulders. This makes him so much more real to you and for some reason you're not afraid anymore. "Now, we have a scene later where we have to get up close and personal. I say we practice that a little."

"Okay. That sounds like a good idea." You've read the script and been terrified to do the scene he's talking about, so practicing without the camera will be helpful. He stands up and puts your hands on his chest again.

"Remember: just a guy." You nod and hold your hands next to your shoulders like you're supposed to in the scene. He steps toward you and presses his body against yours lightly. Fireworks go off somewhere behind your bellybutton and you swear it just got ten degrees hotter. "Now, there will be stuff all around us, so we're really going to be in there tight. So it'll be more like this." He puts one hand on your lower back and one on your upper back and pulls you into him so that yours breasts are pushed up against him and your hips are aligned with his. You stand like this for a good thirty seconds, just feeling him breathing and resisting the urge to set your forehead on his chest. Finally he looks down and you look up so that your faces are only inches apart. Next thing you know his lips are on yours and your arms are around his neck. He opens your mouth with his and his tongue slips in to dance against yours.

"Elvis, are you- oh shit! Sorry!" Joe had been sent to fetch you both to get back to filming, but he quickly turns his back. Elvis pulls away from you slowly and notices that his pants are starting to feel tighter. He steps back quickly and tries to stand nonchalantly so that you won't notice.

"I think that's enough practicing. Let's get back to work." He turns you to face away from him and walk in front of him. While you walk away, he dips behind a set piece and arranges his cock to be up under his belt. The last thing he needs is another Girls Girls Girls fiasco.

When you sit back down at the desk to resume filming, you nail the scene in one take. He winks at you after you finish and you try not to blush. Filming is done for the day. Your big scene will take place tomorrow, but you're not nervous for it anymore.

******

"Alright, let's try it again." The director calls for everyone to go back to the beginning of the scene. This is the 9th take, but this time you're not the problem. It's Elvis. Every time he presses up against you, something happens. He either clears his throat or looks away or tries to back away. You're not sure what's going on. It's almost like you make him nervous.

You run the scene again, but this time when he's pressed against you he just hollers, "CUT!"

Before he can pull away from you though, you grab onto him and hold him in place. You put your hand on his cheek and make him look at you.

"Hey. I'm just a girl."

That's when you feel it against your hip. He's rock hard. You can feel the tension as he looks at you and you know he wants to kiss you so badly that it almost hurts. Your eyes flick back and forth between his and then down to his mouth. He inhales deeply and looks up to the ceiling.

"We need a break."

"Elvis, we-"

"We're takin' a break." He turns to you and whispers in your ear, kissing your neck where no one can see. "Trailer. Now."

You nod and he takes your hand and drags you off the set. When you make it to his trailer and up the steps into the little living area, he turns to face you.

"You're killin' me, y/n!"

"What am I doing?!"

"Absolutely nothing, but I cannot get rid of this." He gestures to his crotch and you put your hand over your mouth to try to suppress your giggles when you see his very obvious erection. "It ain't funny! How am I supposed to work with this?!"

"I'm sorry." You rearrange your face to stop laughing. He walks toward you and puts his hands on your hips.

"Well. Are you gonna help me get rid of it?"

"How?"

He takes his suit jacket off and undoes his tie, unbuttoning his dress shirt and untucking it. Then, he removes your jacket and turns you around to unzip your dress. He presses up behind you and pushes it down your front, wrapping his arms around your waist as your dress falls to the floor.

"I'm sure we can come up with something." He turns you to face him and removes his shirt from his shoulders. His hands go to his belt and he looks over your body in your bra and panties.

"Take those off." He instructs, removing his pants and shoes. You reach behind your back and undo your bra and then let it and your panties hit the floor next to your dress. When you're both naked, he reaches out and runs his thumb over your nipple.

"You're so pretty, honey." You throw your head back in pleasure as he takes your whole breast in his hand and squeezes it gently.

"How do you want me, daddy?" You moan as his hand continues to roam over your body.

"Mmmmm. I like that. Lay down on the couch." You do as he says and he arranges himself between your legs, kissing the soft and supple flesh of your inner thigh. "Now, you be a good girl for daddy and don't cum until I tell you to."

"Yes sir." You gasp as he presses his mouth to your center and begins to move his tongue on you. Your back arches and he swirls over and around your hardened bud. He pulls back a little to push his tongue into you several times. Then, he drags it up your slit and slides two fingers into you. You're right on the edge of your orgasm, but you're trying to push it off. He can feel your walls start to tighten around his fingers.

"Not yet, baby. Daddy's not finished yet." You nod frantically and begin to sweat as you stave off your climax.

"Now?" You whimper. He blows on your clit lightly and nods.

"Soon." He flattens his tongue and moves it side to side over you. When he tightens it to a point and licks hard across the sensitive button, you cry out.

"Please, daddy!" He smiles and then sucks on you lightly.

"Now." He moves his tongue in one last circle around your clit and you tumble over the edge into one of the most incredible orgasms of your life. The pleasure is overwhelming as it courses through you and you lose the ability to hear out of your right ear.

"Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes!" You call out as you ride the high of your climax. When you finally come back down to earth, he backs off of you and stands up, his hand stroking his cock up and down. He runs his thumb over the tip to gather the precum that's gathered there and then goes back to pumping himself.

"Mmmm." He leans his head back, glad to finally be feeling some relief for the hard on he's had most of the day. "Are you ready for me, honey?"

"Yes, daddy." You nod frantically and open your legs for him to lay down on top of you. He pushes your legs up until your knees are on his chest. Then, he lines his cock up with your entrance and teases your clit with his tip.

"Tell me how bad you want it, baby."

"I want you so bad, daddy. I need you inside me."

"Good girl." He pushes into you, slowly filling you up as your pussy stretches around his length. He picks up a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of you. You bite your bottom lip as he fucks you, hitting just the right spot inside you. "God, baby you're so tight for me, honey."

His eyes roll back and his mouth opens slightly. You take some pride in the fact that he seems to be enjoying this as much as you are.

"You like that, daddy?" He grunts in response and then moves your legs to wrap them around his waist. He starts to fuck into you harder and faster and kisses your neck up to your chin and lips.

Out of nowhere, he pulls out and uses your legs to flip you over onto your stomach. He spanks your ass lightly.

"On your knees, honey." You follow instructions again and get on all fours. He slides his middle finger from your clit back to your pussy and pushes it into you. You whine at the sensation of his finger instead of his dick. "You want my cock, baby?"

"Mmm yes, please, daddy." He pulls his finger out and then pushes his dick into you. He holds your hips tightly and begins to fuck you from behind.

"Such good pussy, baby." He groans as his cock slides in and out of you. You can tell by the way he pounds you relentlessly that he must be getting close to his own orgasm. It feels so good as he slams into you, hitting the spot inside you that makes you wild. Without much warning, another climax overtakes you and you cry out again in pleasure.

"Yes, baby, that's what I was waiting for." The sound of you cumming on his dick is enough to push him over the edge and he pulls out as quickly as possible, pumping himself with his hand as he shoots his cum all over your ass. "Fuck yes, y/n, yes!"

He stands up and walks to the bathroom to get a towel. He cleans you up and then pulls you onto his lap and you sit together naked for a while. Just then, there's a sharp knock on the door. It's Joe again. Apparently, he drew the short straw today.

"Hey, uh, guys, they really need you back on set. I'm sorry to... interrupt..."

Elvis smiles and kisses your shoulder before he hollers back.

"We'll be out in a minute!" He pats your bottom for you to stand up and you both get dressed again. You make your way back to the set and though everyone seems to know what happened, no one says anything. Just like the day before, you successfully shoot the scene in one more take. The director notices the way Elvis smiles at you during the scene, but decides it's in character for Greg and leaves it in the shot.

It lives forever in the film, but only you know for sure why it's there. And it's something you'll never forget for as long as you live.

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The End

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meanbossart · 2 months

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i always love asking ppl this; how does your character (du drow) see themselves .vs. how they are seen by others (loved ones, friends, acquaintances, etc)

That is a good question!

When it comes to his self-perception, DU Drow assumes he cuts a very intimidating and off-putting figure at worst - and someone impressive and powerful at best.; he doesn't care either way as long as it favors him in either being left alone or getting what he wants out of people. He believes himself to appear confident and as having little regard for other people besides for his tight-knit group of friends and partner. He does believe that he's reliable - and even caring, as weirdly as he may express it. Not particularly intelligent but not dense enough to seem like an idiot. When it comes to more complex stuff - his needs, wants, beliefs, and how that comes across - his self-understanding is extremely lacking and vague. He doesn't have much of a point of comparison, however, so he doesn't really grapple with that.

When it comes to strangers (at least on the surface) he is pretty much right that he comes across as a scary, powerful person. Funnily enough, in the Underdark he is way less impressive to most of the population - a strange sight nonetheless, but his tactics don't work as well on it's citizens. Most drow don't know what to make of him, and generaly don't take him seriously or assume him to be half-something else or even not a drow at all.

(Shadowheart's and Astarion's POVs below, NOTE: these are based on what their relationships are like at the end-game/post-game, obviously there would be some significant differences if we were to talk about first-impressions and so on)

Shadowheart, being his closest friend, sees DU drow as kind of a doofus. She understands him as an animal with simple motivations and impulses, and has no real interest in pushing him to be anything else - in fact she envies how simplistically DU drow seems to view life and every hurdle that it throws his way, and looks up to him for seeming largely unaffected by his circumstances and unburdened by the things he has done/have happened to him. She does think he's a very fun person to be around - and someone she can say anything to and trust him to tell her exactly whats on his mind back, and generally tell her to pull herself by the bootstraps instead of letting her wallow in misery - she has overall a lot of respect and appreciation for the guy, though she doesn't express it too often since she thinks his ego is inflated enough. She isn't afraid or unnerved by him in the slightest and is kind of amused at how much other people are - she pretty much forgets that he looks like a freak.

As his romantic partner, Astarion's perception on him is fairly different. He thinks a bit more highly of Du drow's intellect than it probably appears, and finds it frustrating that he guy just doesn't seem to want to entertain a lot of... Thinking. He knows he can be perceptive and insightful based on how he treats him, but for whatever reason never applies that to himself, and the more they grow to know each other the more he thinks it's just a barrier DU drow has set up so he doesn't have to grapple with the things he's done and what he is. He is under no illusions that DU drow isn't a egoistical, blood-thirsty person (he likes those things about him, anyway) but worries that one day something will click in his brain, and all that willful ignorance will culminate into something terrible. He also thinks DU drow is a far more empathetic person than himself.

He really likes DU drow's company for his unfiltered demeanor - he thinks he's funny and a good listener (lol) and finds a lot of comfort in being with someone who seems incapable of hiding how they feel about him and their relationship, and doesn't think DU drow has much capacity for being manipulative or deceptive. Naturally he adores how much DU drow seems willing to devote himself to him, but it bothers him that it sometimes seem to veer into weird, damsel-in-distress-fantasy territory. Basically there's a lot about the guy that Astarion both likes and doesn't simultaneously.

#ask #du drow #astarion #shadowheart

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cookinguptales · 10 months

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*spins the meta wheel* yeah okay, let's talk about Nandor.

One of the things that's always fascinated me most about his character is the way he desperately wants change but also seems to be more terrified of it than all the other characters put together. He talks about wanting things to be different a lot, but he always sabotages anything that might really materially change his life.

Like -- this quest for love. He talks about how much he wants a partner, he wants his life to change, but what do we actually see? In s3 and the beginning of s4, he's just consistently going after women who don't really want him instead of spending time developing the relationships he already has. He dips into shallow relationship after shallow relationship because the real relationships, the ones that might actually change his life, terrify him. The best/worst of these is probably the cult dedicated to literally living in a fantasy version of the past, which like. Not really helping him beat those afraid-of-change allegations.

(You can learn all the 80s and 90s songs you want, Nandor, we both know only Guillermo is exposing you to modern pop culture! And yeah, there's more than one metaphor there...)

And then in s4, he decides he wants a wife, so he chooses one in the most haphazard way possible and makes both of their lives miserable. He is constantly changing her to make her easier for him to deal with without actually changing his life, and then he gets rid of her when he's fed up with the monster that he's created.

His whole thing with the Djinn is that he's constantly asking him to change things -- and then change them back. He wastes so many wishes on things like Marwa. I want this. No, that. No, that. No, put it all back to the way it was originally.

He does this over and over and over, and nothing seems to perturb him more than finding out that things have changed when he wasn't looking. (See: his difficulty accepting that Laszlo is creating relationships with other people, his spiraling over the big bang, etc.)

So... how does this pertain to Guillermo?

Guillermo's frustrated with Nandor at the end of s4 because Nandor likes the status quo. Things are different, are constantly changing, but Nandor refuses to acknowledge any of that. (He even mentions off-hand that he forgets Guillermo is a slayer sometimes.) Guillermo has always worked for them all under the promise of change, so you could see why this would freak him out a little. He's realizing that things will never change with Nandor because Nandor won't let them. He's so scared of change that he just straight-up ignores it and hopes it will go away -- when he's not actively trying to stop it.

Nandor, who has been making and breaking plans with an almost manic frenzy for the entire season, is finally calm at the end of s4. Why? Because he thinks that everything has gone back to normal. Marwa is gone. Freddie is gone. Guillermo is no longer talking about leaving. Those are the important ones for him, but then Colin Robinson also returns and the house is set to rights, too, so like... why should he worry?

He has no idea what he's already lost. That's what's making me crazy. He doesn't know that he's already lost everything that matters to him. But I think he suspects.

The thing is, Nandor throws himself into his books and his self-help and everything else because I think he can tell, at least on a subconscious level, that things have changed. Indelibly. He knows that Guillermo has changed, and that's probably the one kind of change that scares him more than anything else.

But despite the fact that Nandor can tell that something is up, he still keeps insisting that it's no big deal. It must be some small perceived slight or something. It can't be a huge change that Guillermo is keeping from him. No, no, he already figured that out. He managed to reel Guillermo back in with the wedding scheme. He doesn't have to worry about Guillermo straying again.

:')

He's afraid of losing Guillermo to change, so he prevents change and ignores what he can't prevent. He doesn't realize that that's exactly what's driving Guillermo away. That it's already driven Guillermo away. Nandor's put the idea of Guillermo's transformation up on a shelf, nice to look at occasionally but not a thing he really has to interact with. The theoretical option for change is there, but he doesn't have to worry about it actually affecting his life.

As always, he's attracted to it, but it also scares him. He'll make a glitter portrait of a vampiric Guillermo at his side, but he can't seem to fully get his head (and heart) around the reality of giving Guillermo that kind of power and freedom.

He's afraid that giving Guillermo that kind of power/freedom will change their relationship further, when he's finally gotten it the way he (thinks he) likes it, and he's even more afraid that if Guillermo's leash is taken off, he'll run. He spent all of s4 trying to keep Guillermo from running, but he still seems to believe down deep that he'll do it.

And... he wasn't wrong. Guillermo did go elsewhere to get his bite. But Nandor is very much the one who drove him to do it. I think that's the tragic thing, isn't it? He was so afraid of his relationship with Guillermo changing that he forced Guillermo's hand, which caused the exact kind of change that he was most afraid of. Guillermo distancing himself, Guillermo leaving, Guillermo -- well, cuckolding him, really.

I think it's fixable, but Guillermo's not the only person who's going to need to eat dirt here. He may have been the one who "cheated", from the vampires' POV, but Nandor wasn't upholding his end of the deal, either. And he's going to have to acknowledge the way Guillermo has grown and changed throughout the course of the series, stop regressing to calling him his familiar, and apologize for his own inaction. It may not be the vampiric way, but it certainly would not be the first time Nandor has thrown away vampiric customs for Guillermo.

Nandor, friend, you gotta sit back and learn to embrace change. You gotta enter the 21st century. You gotta allow your relationship with Guillermo to grow organically.

Because Guillermo's gonna change one way or another, and it's really your decision whether or not he leaves you behind. :')

#see: things I care about so much that I wrote 50k words of fanfiction about it lmao #wwdits #wwdits meta #wwdits s5 #wwdits spoilers #long post #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless

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saey707 · 6 months

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*heavy breathing* pls, feed my thirst with a little heartsteel kayn pls I need him -I-I need to read some yandere heartsteel kayn *coughs* I can't breath I need him to be angry at me for his own feelings omg omg I need it I need the water

✿ Prompt: Kayn is a toxic boyfriend ✿

♡ champion focus: kayn ♡ tw: npd, yandere ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author's Note: Your request made me laugh so hard that I had to respond as soon as possible LOLOL ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა I'm always down for writing toxic yandere boys! So let's get into Kayn ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Enjoy!

Most days, you couldn't help but feel like you were trapped in a relationship with Kayn. Yes, you loved him, hell you even accepted him the way he was... But really, that was only because you feared what he could if you did try to speak up.

The warning signs were always there- People constantly reminding you... no, warning you that Kayn was toxic. But, you chose to ignore them. You wanted to believe there was some degree of good inside of Kayn. You wanted to love him like no one did before. You tried to convince yourself that you could even change him!

However, seeing Kayn in all his selfish, narcissistic colors made you realize far too late that you were stuck with him... and Kayn loved the power he had over you.

He loved having control over your shared relationship and felt like he could do as he pleased whenever he pleased. Time and time again Kayn would exercise unscrupulous control and influence over you. And you let him.

The control issues Kayn harbored at the beginning of your relationship were small. So much so, that you believed he was just obsessive-compulsive. He spoke devilish whispers that persuaded you to do things you would never do. He had you wrapped around his finger. He had you in his possession. His trap.

And as the devil's web unwound, it was only a matter of time before he was only just beginning to control every aspect of your life, from deciding what you wore out to events together to who you spoke to.

"I saw Aphelios looking at you the other day. You shouldn't trust him. You never know what the intentions of the quiet ones are..."

"I heard what Yone said to you the other day. You shouldn't listen to him... He has no idea how happy we are together!"

"I don't want you talking to Ezreal anymore!"

While the rest of the band felt it was wrong to enable Kayn, they kept quiet. They kept their distance when you all were alone. Because Kayn knew as much about them as he knew about you. And Kayn wasn't afraid to abuse the information he knew he sabotage all of them if they crossed him and his relationship.

The only sigh of relief you ever had was when the group performed interviews out of the country. Even though you could tag along, you chose not to. You made the excuse that you had work, and that saved you every time. Work was the only thing you had in your life that gave you some sense of control. Kayn couldn't take that away from you... yet, at least.

"Why aren't you texting me back? Are you listening to me?!" "Answer right now!!" "You're seriously going to put your phone on mute this long?! Who the hell do you think you are?!!" "Fine then. You did this to yourself. Keep that in mind." "LMAO" "When I get back you better hope that I'm fucking happy!!"

And he made sure to let the world know how frustrated he was.

"So Kayn, how is your relationship with your partner? You both are still together right?!" The interviewer happily questioned, your boyfriend playing the part, showing off that devilishly smug smile in front of his awestruck audience.

It made you feel sick to your stomach. It made you dread what he was about to say and what he could say.

"Oh, we are! Things between us are better than ever. We're both so happy..." His smile fell. "But..." He began to brood, looking off to the side for a moment. The audience ate up his vulnerability.

"They get so busy with work sometimes. I just wish they could respond to me sooner! Babe, if you're watching this, answer me!! Ahahaha!!" His smile returned, the others trying to hide their discomfort with joyful laughter.

"Well, I'm sure they'll be happy to see you when you get back Kayn. Don't be so discouraged!" The interviewer reassured him, Kayn rubbing the back of his neck, staring forward at the camera. Staring forward at you.

That was the telltale sign: That you were absolutely, most positively, fucked.

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mcflymemes · 6 months

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AS SAID BY IRON BULL * assorted dialogue from dragon age inquisition, updated version

hey, don't top from the bottom.

next time you're free, why don't you come grab a drink?

didn't figure you were the kind to bed your way to power.

love is all starlight and gentle blushes. passion leaves your fingers sore from clawing the sheets.

do you want your silky underthings back, or did you leave those like a token?

you're the toughest, wisest, most beautiful person i've ever met.

these big muscled hands could tear those robes off you while you struggled, helpless in my grip.

i will never hurt you without your permission. you will always be safe.

you don't need to be afraid... unless you want to.

you see us as this forbidden, terrible thing, and you're inclined to do the forbidden...

you want to watch, don't you?

make sure you undress him with your eyes... respectfully.

i'd offer to help you get rid of that frustration but, you know... i'm in a committed relationship.

next time we're alone, i'm going to pin you down and do things your body won't believe.

all that crap made sense to you?

i can't tell you how proud i'm gonna be, watching you out there, addressing them... with this big, old love bite on your neck.

wait, i'll flex a little for you. make it easier.

that staff's in pretty good shape. do you spend a lot of time polishing it?

i can see you don't want to talk about it. bet you looked good doing it, though.

how do you manage that while staring up at everyone's ass the whole time?

you and i are fine as long as you don't do any weird crap.

i'd pin you down, and as you gripped me, i... would... conquer... you.

oh, for shit's sake.

good. i like that energy. stoke those fires, big guy.

all i'm saying is... you ever want to explore that, my door's always open.

worked that out on your own, did you?

you're not as flashy as most mages.

wait, did you "forget" them so you'd have an excuse to come back? you sly dog.

i didn't say it was healthy.

you don't actually like thinking about hurting people, do you?

if you do that, everyone knows you're a spy.

still waiting for me to do something sneaky and spy-like?

we probably won't try down to burn down a city this time.

really not sad i missed that one.

you're lucky then. it was awful.

you only lack the will to get more blood on your hands?

enjoying the great outdoors?

this area's low on dancing girls, sadly.

i've always liked fighting.

i'm not sure you know what you're asking. not sure if you're ready for it.

well, that's a fucking relief.

i'm fine. hurt myself worse than this fooling around in bed.

so, you going to let me have it, [name]? or do i get to wait and wonder?

you really kicked the crap outta that guy.

it's pretty hot where we're from.

it's not a secret. it's just too big for a quit chat.

you get that thing i asked about?

maybe you should stand in front of me.

you ever get the asses mixed up?

you're a damn fine marksman.

i fell on a guy who tried to stab me in the gut.

all right, now you're just making it weird.

nobody fights well when their clothes are on fire.

i... didn't mean to offend you.

that hurts, [name]. that's hurtful.

i may have done it a couple of times on purpose.

i cold 'cause it freezes them, and then they break into little bits when i chop them in half.

with the magic, do you prefer fire, or lightning, or cold, or what?

you don't need to worry. i have no intention of trying to leash anyone.

are you gonna write me into one of your stories?

it's just daring somebody to try to attack it.

when that breaks, you fix it. like we're doing now.

in theory, they're no different from anyone else.

anyone who takes that burden and lives a good life with it has many respect.

you're pretty tall for a human.

the bloodstains are good for scaring enemies.

could you make it sound angrier? "love" is a bit soft.

tell me more about the coat.

i don't need a book to remind me that the world is full of horrible crap.

you're really good with that bow.

it's just friendly. i won't step in your business.

what i'm saying is, please stop stealing my kills.

we should get shirts. probably need different sizes.

i think you're confusing. how can you just pick and choose what parts you believe in?

you know, i really like hitting things.

who has sex smelling like roses?

hey, i don't hate you. you and me? we're good.

hey, no-pants fridays is a cause.

it's a difficult thing you've done, turning your back on one life to live another.

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J. Hughes - A Little Funky

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Jack Hughes x OCD!reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warning(s): possibly triggering content to those who do have OCD. Mentions of blood, angst, resisting compulsions.

This one’s for all my OCD people! Your struggle is just as valid even if it’s not always as visible as others’.

Next thing I’m working on is a Quinn request!

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“Why do you do that?”

It caught me off guard the first time Jack asked. I looked up from my menu. Fear struck my heart in concern that I’d already ruined our first date.

“Do what?”

“You blink like..” he paused, mimicking the action. The way I blinked hard. The way my head tilted occasionally with the force I needed to get my eyelids to close just right.

I let out a quiet sigh.

“Why do you do that?” He restated his question.

“‘Cause I’m just a little funky, Jack.” He didn’t need to know. Not yet. It would scare him off. So instead, I phrased it as a joke. But Jack was far more observant than I gave him credit for at first.

It wasn’t the first time my mental health interfered on a date. Or even that date with Jack. After dinner, we had gone back to his place and agreed to spend a bit more time together.

The night had simply gone too well to part so soon.

“What do you wanna watch?”

I shrugged at Jack’s question. I quickly sat down next to him on the couch, leaning into his side as Jack scrolled through a streaming service. I counted the seconds it took for the app to flick down from one section to the next. Lost in thought as he tried finding a movie.

“Stop.” My urgency made Jack raise a brow.

“You wanna watch Corey Carson?”

“No- no.. go back up.” I shook my head, and watched as Jack scrolled up to the previous section.

“Wednesday?”

“It’s wrong now.” I reached for the remote. Jack’s confusion only doubled. I was strategic in my continuation of the scrolling. Only when we got to the bottom of the page and restarted at the top, did I allow Jack to have control over the remote again.

“What was that?”

I never knew how to explain it to him. I didn’t know how to make him understand that my brain just worked a little different than his. I hated to keep him in the dark, but I thought it was safer for us both to keep it as such.

Our ‘talking’ stage consisted of a lot of great moments, with those occasional interruptions sneaking in.

Interruptions that would leave Jack questioning my habits all day, and leave me feeling like I was walking on thin ice.

“Jack baby…I love you.”

“I love you too.”

A beat.

“Jack- Jack..” I tried to stop myself. “Jack, listen.” He looked at me, trying to walk out the door to go to a game. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“You have to say it back now.”

“I already did.”

I could sense myself getting frustrated with him and upset with myself.

“I gotta go.. okay?”

I nodded, but my mind wouldn’t let it go.

“Jack.” I called his name as he opened the door. He quickly looked back at me.

“I love you.”

“I love you too! Jesus..”

“I’m sorry.”

I didn’t know why it had to be like that. Why my mind had to work the way it did. It scared multiple people off, and I was always afraid of losing Jack because of it.

Eventually, months into our real relationship, I sat Jack down to speak with him on the matter. It was only after I could no longer hide it, that we had the talk.

What I didn’t expect was him to be so relieved and accepting when I told him.

“We should really talk about what’s going on.” I cringed as I looked up at Jack from his bed. He looked exhausted from his game. I was equally exhausted from getting up every ten minutes to check if I turned the stove off.

“What’s going on?” I knew what was coming.

“All of this stuff. It’s different. It’s just- you say you love me a million times, and you have all these.. these off behaviors.” I could tell he didn’t want to offend, but that was really the only way for him to describe it.

I slowly sat up, patting the empty space on the bed beside myself.

“Jack please don’t be mad.”

“God I’m not gonna be mad, just please tell me you’re not a psychopath.” He huffed as he dropped onto the bed, pulling his legs up and shimming until he was next to me.

Some might argue I was a psychopath. Some days that’s how it felt.

“It’s OCD. It’s a disorder- it’s just.. it’s really hard to live with sometimes, and I know projecting it on you doesn’t help. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s what?”

“Obsessive compulsive disorder. It’s when you obsess over certain things, and then you have physical or mental compulsions. Like triggered behaviors or actions that help calm you down.”

“Like saying I love you five thousand times?” Jack eyed me with uncertainty.

“Yeah. I get nervous that you’ll leave and maybe..” I hated talking about it.

“Maybe, what?”

“I don’t know. Like what if you leave and then get hurt? Or die? And I never told you that I loved you. Or maybe telling you that I loved you would save you from that fate.”

We spoke for what felt like hours on the topic. Jack asked as many questions as he could, and tried his best to understand.

We both realized that the best form of understanding came with time.

When we moved in together, Jack had a load of time to form an understanding.

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“Hun?” I heard his voice from the bedroom, groggy and confused. I didn’t answer though, staring down at my hands splayed out on the counter top, sobbing quietly as I had convinced myself that my circulation was being cut off.

“Baby?” There was rustling in the bedroom, before the bathroom door opened and in came Jack, in a pair of shorts and no shirt.

“Aw damn..” the disappointment in his tone made my heart break. “Hey, it’s okay.. what’s up?” Jack slipped behind me, carefully wrapping his arms around my torso. He eyed my face, and after a moment he put the pieces together. “Your hands?” We’d been here before.

Jack moved his hands down the expanse of my arms, resting them on top of my own on the cool counter top.

“Don’t look at ‘em. They’re gonna be the same color and feel the exact same way in five or ten minutes.” Jack whispered. He pressed a gentle kiss to my collar. “Gotta relax for me, baby.

I always had issues obsessing over my health. One of said compulsions was the consistent checking of a body part and another was Google searching. In this case, limiting the amount of checking I could actually do, was supposed to help. To show me and my thoughts that I was okay.

At first, I hated giving in to Jack. I hated that his methods never felt like they helped. I hated him because in those moments I felt safer checking myself than not. I couldn’t understand why he wanted me to be hurt.

Over time I began to understand better, that he was helping. I just didn’t like it because it was a good method.

I breathed out a sigh eventually, leaning back into Jack’s chest and nodding to him. “I’m good now.”

There were other days when my OCD got the best of both of us. When Jack struggled between giving in and pushing my limits. When he never quite knew what to do or say.

“I can’t wait to be home.”

“Yeah.. my feet hurt.” I mumbled, eyeing the tile floor of the mall as we neared the door. I had been counting my steps. I made Jack start over with me in three different stores. I think the only reason he agreed was to not ruin my day. But it seemed since it was coming to an end, he was trying to not be as lenient. The second we got to the door, I stopped and turned to go back. Jack gripped my hand tightly.

“We can’t do it again, hun.” I looked back at Jack with wide eyes. His own baby blues responded with a sympathetic look.

“Jack, please.” I squeezed his hand.

“You can do it.” He encouraged, but I wasn’t sure if I could.

“Jack it’s not an even number.” Odd numbers usually meant somebody might die in my head. Jack knew that.

“Who is it?” He spoke softly. He held his free hand out and I slowly stepped into his arms.

“Ellen.” I whispered nervously.

“We can call her when we get home.”

I broke down into tears for the hour long ride. By the time we got into the house, Jack already had Ellen’s number pulled up. When she didn’t answer, he realized his mistake and I was devastated.

Those were learning moments for both Jack and I. He tried to work past his mistake, and I had to wait longer to speak with Ellen. Who had ended up being fine nonetheless.

Jack and I weren’t a perfect couple, and there were nights when I know he got just as frustrated with me as I did with myself. I hated to put that stress on him, but I learned over time that he was not going anywhere.

“Why can’t I just be in here with you? I wanna hang out.” Frustration seeped out of his tone.

“Because I said so, Jack.” I mumbled, barely giving him the time of day with my words, much less my eyes.

One of the things I hated most were the intrusive thoughts I occasionally got about him. The ones that broke my heart, because no matter what they were, I could never live with the thought of myself hurting Jack.

I never wanted to be around him when one came about. Especially because I was always afraid. It was something I never told him, and he never understood.

“Please?”

“No, Jack. Please go call Nico or somebody else. I wanna be alone right now.”

He’d huff and he’d puff, but damn he never went away.

“I’ll be back in a half an hour.”

He was always adamant on checking in on me. He knew when it was my OCD. I had little tells he was good at picking out.

Intrusive thoughts were not the only reason I avoided Jack at times. I also struggled to be around him when he had a cut or broken skin somewhere that was touchable. I was lenient about it being beneath clothing, but on a hand or his face, parts of his arms they weren’t covered by t-shirts, or his legs where they wouldnt be covered by shirts- then I had an issue.

Jack didn’t have diseases by any means. Maybe yaps-a-lot-itus, but other than that, he was fine. That didn’t stop me from getting extra tense when the moment arose where I could have gotten his blood on me. When Jack tried to fight me on that, we usually got into fights.

“Would you at least cuddle with me?”

I hadn’t kissed him for days, not since he busted his lip.

“Jack I can’t. It’s not-“

“There’s nothing wrong with me! I’m fine!”

We could both be emotional in these times. Jack hated to be neglected, and he hated knowing there was nothing he could do to help me. I hated hurting him, and I hated knowing I was helpless against my own mind.

“Please be patient with me?”

“I’m trying!”

If, or when I did get the courage to lay with him, I kept an arguably safe distance. Sometimes Jack would coax me into hand holding, and sometimes he wouldn’t.

There were other nights however, when all I wanted was to be in Jack’s arms. When I’d focus too much on a chest pain or the sound of my own heartbeat. When I’d convince myself I had a heart problem or something major was wrong.

“I really need you to tell me how bad it hurts.” Jack whispered as I sobbed into his chest, his arms wrapped so tightly around me that one might assume I was actually dying. Moments like these always scared the shit out of Jack.

“Baby, I really need to know. If we need to go to the hospital then we need to go now.” Jack tried. I tried to get ahold of my wandering thoughts, trying and failing to communicate with him.

“Come on. You gotta have something for me. One out of ten.. how bad is it?”

He moved one of his hands to trail through my hair.

“Two or three?”

I felt silly for sobbing over a pain that was only two or three on the scale, but that simple confession helped my mind come to its first realization. And it helped Jack relax.

“That’s not bad…” Jack sighed out. “Where’s it hurt? Can you show me?” He slowly pulled away. I looked up at him and swallowed before I reached up to press a hand to the center of my chest, then around my abdomen.

“What’s it feel like?”

I felt myself becoming choked up again. I couldn’t explain it. I let out a strangled sob.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay.” Jack took my face in his hands, and wiped away the trails of tears. “Is it a sharp pain? Or a dull one, like a soreness? Or does it burn, maybe?”

“It burns..” Jack was always so good at helping me organize what I thought and felt. So good at helping me communicate when I didn’t know how to.

“That’s it?” He asked as if it was nothing. Somehow hearing his nonchalance also relaxed me.

“Baby.. we ate a few hours ago.” Jack whispered, continuing to wipe my tears away. “It’s probably just heartburn.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my head. “I get it sometimes too. Feels all uncomfortable in your stomach and your chest? Kinda tight or burning?” I nodded to confirm that he was correct. “Yeah. It’s just heartburn. It’ll go away, just give it some time. If it doesn’t, we’ll go to the pharmacy and grab some pills.”

I was slow to nod in agreement of his plan. Jack pulled me back into his arms, whispering soft assurances and conversation starters. Some that I answered and some that I didn’t.

Occasionally that pain would grab my attention again, and a new wave of fear would strike, but Jack was one step ahead of it. Always one step ahead.

I rolled over in his arms, my back pressed firmly to his chest. One of Jack’s hands was hidden beneath my shirt, thumb rubbing gently back and forth across the skin of my stomach. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.

“You’re safe right here.” He whispered. “Safe as you could possibly be. It’ll go away before you even wake up in the morning.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Jack.” I mumbled.

“For what?” He shifted, propping himself up on an elbow and looking down at me. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him though.

“For being so hard to handle.” My voice quivered.

“Hey,” he cooed. “Hey, no.” He laid back down and wrapped himself around me, slipping one of his legs stubbornly between my own. Even though I insisted it was a weird position. “You’re just a little funky.. remember?“

I scoffed at his recollection of the first time we ever spoke.

Jack and I may have gone through so much together, but I realized that it was easier to tackle with him, than without him.

“Maybe a lotta funky.. but I still love you.”

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