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idk im just kinda here. 19 || bookworm || Dutch || neurodivergent
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YIPPIE!! IM GONNA READ HER RN !!
chapter 2 is comin along :)
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FUCK YEAH !! IM EXCITED ALREADY !1!!!1!!!!111!!!!1!!!!11111!!
chapter 2 is comin along :)
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Hihi
ah ... I see you've caught me balancing on my baul!
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WILL SOMEONE PLEEEAASSSEEE TELL ME WHERE THE FIRST PIC IS FROM PLEEAASSEEEE
Thomas Brodie Sangster serving looks since forever.
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i PERSONALLY would like to FALL IN LOVE please!!!!!! and have the SAME PERSON fall in love with me BACK!!!!!!! could i get some MUTUAL AFFECTION out here!!!!!!!!!
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the united states should not exist reblog if you agree
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If you genuinely enjoy being alone, do you ever wonder if it is an inherent part of your character or if it stems from feeling inescapably lonely in the first place until you taught yourself to enjoy the peace and happiness one can find in solitude? what if the reason you now prefer & choose solitude at every turn is because you were a very lonely child, or teenager, not by your own choice, and that’s how you learnt to thrive and grow, so you no longer know if you can do that around people? There might also be an element of personal pride, an unconscious “you can’t fire me I quit” point when your brain decided to switch your feelings about solitude from distress to relief. I often find myself defending my love of being alone, to people who worry that I can’t possibly be happy to live in an isolated house in the woods; I insist that I do! I really do specifically enjoy the isolated factor and chose to live here because of it, but then I wonder how to differentiate an ingrained love of solitude from an acquired ability to thrive off unchosen loneliness, to learn from it and be nourished by it; to what extent it might be a form of contentment built on a bedrock of resignation.
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you come out to Steve as asexual!
warning - reader feels anxious about Steve’s reaction, making out.
“I love you.” You say, voice a bit shaky as you try explaining how you feel without stammering. “I just don’t want to have sex with you.”
It felt awkward, not knowing what to do with your arms as you cross them against your front, a bit out of breath from all the anxiety that creeps in your chest, and also maybe from the heated make-out session you both had just a few seconds ago.
Your mind didn't catch up where it was going, enjoying the feeling of his lips against yours as both of you lay in bed, chests pressed on each other’s as he caressed your cheek with his thumb.
When he started trailing kisses on your neck you panicked, rushingly getting up, the suddenness of it all not giving enough time to Steve hold himself as he fell face plated on the mattress.
Checking on his nose took a while, making sure he didn’t hurt himself or twist anything from the (small) fall. It was a good distraction until he asked you what happened, eyebrows scrunched together and almond eyes so focused that you couldn't help but look the other way.
His expression was unreadable to you now. All the courage leaving your body after saying the words, that tackled a sense of pride and joy for finally wording them out loud, but also made you scared for what your boyfriend may think.
“So you’re asexual?” He says, in a tone that indicates he knew the answer, but you nodded either way. “Can you tell me what it means, to you, exactly?”
His eyes look into yours, sincerely plastered on them as he smiles at you encougeraly.
“It can mean a lot of things for different people. For me, it’s just…” You hesitated, signing as you tried looking for the right words to explain. “I don’t experience sexual attraction, or care about it for that matter, I just don’t wanna have sex, with you or anyone."
You shrug, as if you weren’t hearing your own heartbeat inside your ears, so loud and strong that you almost don’t hear Steve’s reply.
”Okay."
You stir. “Okay?”
”Yeah,” He says smiling, in such a matter-of-fact tone that makes you expect the word 'Duh’ to come right after.
It doesn’t, instead his palm touches behind your neck, bringing your face closer as his lips touch your forehead, staying there for a few seconds before parting with a kiss in your temple.
“So, you’re okay with it?” You don’t react too much to his loving touch - which normally would turn your legs into jelly and fill your belly with butterflies, but now your brain can’t process it too well with all the anxious thoughts swirling around it.
He sees the distress in your face, unconsciously matching the expression with his own, lips in a pound and eyes glossy in worriedness, cupping your cheeks with his hands to bring your attention back to him.
”Of course I’m okay with it, sweetheart. Why wouldn't I be? I love you, all of you, not just because you’re pretty- ‘cause, you know, you are.”
His nose boops on yours, wiggling his eyebrows in an exaggerated manner that makes a giggle bubble out of you.
“But because you are you, the funniest, kindest, most amazing person on earth." His tone is loving, viscous, and sweet just like honey. “And I don’t care about anything as long as I’m with you.”
The nervousness of before slowly slips away, hands lovely squeezing his wrist, his skin against yours being enough to word out your thoughts.
”This is forever, you know? Not something you can’t change or get rid of. I won’t ever want to do it, not with you or anyone else.”
He nods, faces serious and understanding, listening to every word you say, in such a Steve way that makes you want to grab his face and kiss him silly.
“Can I still hug you?”
You nod.
”Take you on dates? Drive you around? Have sleepovers in my house?”
You nod at every question, a big grin forming on his face at the end. “So I'm okay with it, because I can still be your boyfriend and be with you, and that’s all that matters to me.”
You smile, a warm gooey feeling spreading through your chest. “‘You sure?”
”Always, even if you weren’t comfortable with us doing all that stuff, even if you were a butterfly and I a worm.”
You laugh, a full-blown sound erupting from your throat as your head falls back, the seriousness from before melting away, hands squeezing his as you grin. “A worm? Why would you be a worm?”
“It doesn’t matter,” He matches your expression, hand settling on your waist as his cheeks press on yours, kissing below your ear, the only place he can reach in this position. “I love you no matter what.”
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