“Similar to other beast elves, the second set of ears do not serve any purpose, being naught but genetic aberrations carried over from their bestial ancestors; whether they’re kept or not depends heavily on their human master’s taste.
Strangely enough, almost all members of this sub-species have been allowed to keep their beast ears, showing a strange pattern in human’s aesthetics…”
Alec Volturi and
Paul Lahote preference requested by anon! “Yoo hows my favorite blog?? I’m doin’ alright. Can i get a alec or paul imagine where they’re scared about reader leaving him. Due to alec being a vampire that likes human blood. Or if you do pauls about him being a hothead. Hopefully it makes sense” Hope you like it!
In truth, you’d never been wholly comfortable with the meal-plan served in the Italian villa, given your awkward position as would-be appetizer. Despite your position in this so strange, vampiric court, despite your knowledge of the binding law protecting you from intentional harm, your stomach continued to twist and knot in fear. This discomfort, this terror stemmed not from your relations within the Volturi; no, even Aro had been kind, welcoming even, whispering about how overjoyed he was that his darling Alec had found such a promising mate. It was clear that he had a handful of particularly advantageous plans when the sunrise of your immortality broke the horizon, and thus took an affectionate liking to you. The subject of your mortality was a bit of a taboo, especially considering the diet of choice your new companions favoured, but your never felt discriminated for the beating of your heart.
It was never about your pulse, your necessary breath, the blood flowing through your veins, protected only by a thin layer of vulnerable flesh. Politically, you were fine. You were practically one of the guards, your transformation date set for sometime in the summer. It was never about you. It was about the thirty tourists you saw enter the throne room every week, it was their screaming that haunted your dreams, their horror that plunged the knife into your abdomen, churning your insides until you were reduced to nothing. It was your mate’s participation, his willing participation, that struck fear into your still-beating heart. If you had wandered into the villa, expecting a tour of Italian architecture, a history lesson on pillars or portraits, would he have slaughtered you as he slaughtered the others? Would he have spared you a second thought?
You were doubtful.
You stood with your back facing the entrance to your bedchamber, your eyes dissecting the intricate carvings laid into the marble of the walls. Though you had been distanced from the heart of the Volturi’s society, you could hear the echos reverberating down the hall nonetheless. Alec had noticed your discomfort and suggested a change of scenery, though you understood that even his residence in Verona would carry the weight of Volterra’s infractions. You were chewing the edge of your fingernail (a nervous habit you hoped would be kicked, finally, when you were torn from your human life) when your ears picked up on the subtlest wisp of movement, announcing the presence of your silent lover. Soon after, his hands were cooling your elbows, folding over your crossed arms, his honeyed breath polluting the air you inhaled. His lips pressed to your neck, your mind jumping from affection to unease as you noted the placement of his kiss. His voice, so soft, so sweet for so experienced a killer, sang against your ear, his hair brushing against your cheek.
“Darling, you’re troubled,” he observed, his icy fingers ghosting over your hands, lacing his fingers through yours, a tender gesture you were not expecting to be accompanied by the surprising warmth his frozen fingers carried. He’d fed recently, more recently than you cared to dwell on. A stranger’s blood warmed his frigid tissues. You flinched away from his touch, untangling yourself from his fingers, avoiding contact with his violent eyes, his angel’s lips parted in wounded confusion. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Is something the matter?” He extended his hand, and you once more slunk away from his touch. He ducked his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his slacks, exhaling lowly. When he spoke, his voice had changed drastically, harbouring an injury you had yet to notice on his physical form. “Aro warned me this would happen.” You did not speak on the matter, but recalled easily the moment you had departed from Volterra, your hand sliding from Aro’s papery skin, his eyes reading your most recent thoughts, likely painting vivid imagery to accompany your internalized terror. Of course he would mention this to Alec. Your inability to cope directly affected him. “This is about the blood.” His voice did not lilt in inquiry; there was no question, no confusion muddying his understanding. You lifted your face to address him, his eyes a blazing crimson, burning from within with the glow of his most recent meal. Your words clung to the insides of your throat, scratching their way downward, refusing to surface. Alec’s jaw clenched, his gaze lowering to the floor’s mosaic, his brow furrowing the silken plane of his forehead. It was almost inhumane to witness, to cause, distress in so beautiful a creature.
“If I could avoid… the way that I feed, I would do it for you,” he continued, his voice softer, quieter than before, his words dripping with sorrow like an open wound, his tone ringing with a melancholic tenor. “Once you’ve turned, I believe, I hope, that you will understand the difficulty we face. This is not a choice, the way that we feed. Our thirst is not a decision; it’s a compulsion. I have very little control of how I ensure your safety… If I were to refrain, I’m afraid I would be unable to keep myself from causing you harm.” Your breathing grew shallow as he explained to you the honest truths behind his so frequent feasting, his plump lips downturned at the corners, his eyes projecting a most uncommon weakness in one of the most powerful man you had the pleasure of knowing. He pursed his lips before exhaling a broken sigh, his chest heaving unnaturally. “If this is not something that you can live with… I’d understand.” His voice, usually so determined, so confident, now drifted into silence. The only sound available to your feeble ears was your steady pattern of breathing. You turned your face away, unable to hold his gaze any longer, your heart breaking for the angel you’d reduced to ash and cinder before you. After a moment, Alec broke his uncharacteristic silence, his voice illustrating a heart, an organ you knew no longer beat within the chiseled stone of his chest, breaking. If he was capable of producing tears, you had no doubt they would have fallen freely from his scarlet eyes, painting glimmering trails against the alabaster of his complexion. “Will you leave me?” You turned, shocked by his inquiry. How was he able to fathom a universe where you did not see yourself at his side? Had your affections fallen flat? Were you unable to illustrate to him the depth of your love? You crossed to him, your fingers angling his chin upward, forcing him to meet your eye, his irises blooming dangerously beneath a broken brow.
“I could not leave you if remaining by your side ensured the end of my life. To be parted from you would cause me unbearable pain. You are not what I despise, and your thirst… I can’t blame you for that. It’s the executions, Alec, that bother me. You’re herding people to their deaths by the hundreds every year. I can’t help but be bothered by the deaths. I’m only human, for now. If there is another way that you can live, tell me, and we can pursue that path. Together.” His eyes softened, his breath flowing over your face. Though his brow remained furrowed, his lips formed a cautious grin. He glanced at the position of the sun through your veiled window, his eyes returning to your face. He lifted his palm to cradle your cheeks, his face alight with the force of the words he spoke next.
“There is a coven in America, the Cullens. If we leave now, we could reach their home by tomorrow. I never thought I would say this…” His thumbs stroked over your cheekbones, the weight of his decision weighing heavily on his shoulders. “I believe they may be able to help us.”
You had been warned of this very scenario from the moment Paul’s realities had been revealed to you, the moment you became involved in the fiery universe that he was so ingrained in. You’d seen the evidence of a destructive temper on Emily’s face, scarring her for life, a warning sign to the other members of Sam’s pack: don’t get too close. You hadn’t had any issues as far as trust went; Paul was relatively calm when you were around, incredibly cautious to the point of over-protectiveness, and as kind and loving as the day you’d met him. He was well-prepared to prevent injuries similar to Emily’s, or worse, and handled his rage better than he had before you stumbled into him. According to his pack, he’d been a bit of a loose canon before imprinting, but your presence acted as a sedative to his usual rowdy, unpredictable nature. You’d been assured that his mannerisms, specifically his impulse to phase, had been quieted after he imprinted, but his actions spoke to combat the promises his brothers made.
Their observations had not been entirely false; Paul was, without doubt, a changed man, but he carried with him a fire that even you could not put out. While he wasn’t explosive, his fuse was relatively short. You hadn’t had the chance to argue, given the amount of time you’d known him, but you’d be witness to his quick temper. You’d never felt threatened in any way other than the typical back-away-if-he-starts-shaking, but that applied to any of the wolves. They all had off-days, but Paul was never someone to be feared, never someone to be wary of. He treated you with the utmost respect and care, but even he couldn’t put a stopper on the floodgates when you’d been approached by a group of men on First Beach. Their salutations had been more insult than greeting, their words slipping like an oil slick from between their unwashed teeth, their faces gleaming with a drunken sweat you could smell radiating from their bodies as you passed them by. Paul, of course, was not about to stand for this ill-treatment. You’d felt the vibrations rolling from his body through the hand that held his, heard his laboured breathing by your ear. You had enough time to extract your hand from his and press a palm to his chest before turning to the trio of vulgar men, warning them to leave before someone (here meaning them, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you also spoke in your own defense) was hurt. One look at Paul was enough to seal your threat in concrete. There was no question about his anger, and his bare torso was promise enough that any retribution would be undeniably painful. They fled, joining a throng of townspeople vacating the beach. Your eyes locked on his, his lips curling over his teeth. You’d attempted to whisper a few calming words before realizing how far gone he truly was. You backed away from his trembling form, every visible muscle tensing on his body as he too backed away from you.
“Y/n,” he snarled, his eyes flitting around as his convulsions intensified, watching the last of the beach’s crowd fade into the night. His unspoken plea was clear: run. You turned your back on him and joined the masses abandoning the darkness of the waters, their voices nearly masking the tear of clothing as Paul exploded from his skin. You turned in time to watch his tail disappear into the tree line. You headed for Emily’s place, hoping to find Sam or Jared holed-up in her kitchen. One of them must be willing to talk Paul down from his heated precipice. You knew they’d all done it before. Your trek was short-lived, and the harmonies reaching from Emily’s open windows carried promises of aid in the form of two, possibly three werewolves. You helped yourself in, your eyes finding Sam’s in the crowd surrounding Emily’s table. His face, lightened by Emily’s company, went dark when he met your gaze. It seemed he already knew. You cleared your throat, running a hand through your hair, watching as Jared, Quil, and Emily focused their attention on you.
“Anyone willing to track my boyfriend for me?” Jared cursed aloud, damning Paul to Hell as he dropped his half-eaten muffin onto his plate, clearly irritated with his friend’s lack of control. Quil offered an apologetic grimace, clapping you on the shoulder as he made his way to the door with Jared nipping at his heels. Sam said nothing outside of asking for Paul’s last-known location, departing with a a final glance at Emily, his fists balled around a pair of jean shorts. Emily’s hands fluttered about her table, sweeping crumbs from the surface, her eyes on your face. She nodded you over, inviting you to sit as she prepared her dinner, promising you that Paul’s episodes never lasted more than half an hour, and that was before you came along. She was almost certain he’d be back sooner. You chatted with her for the next fifteen minutes, your mind preoccupied, replaying the fading image of Paul ducking into the woods on the blank expanse of your eyelids. It wasn’t until Emily offered you a cup of tea that you noticed your hands were trembling. “Maybe I’m a wolf too,” you whispered, your voice failing your attempt at humour, Emily’s arms wrapping around your back as your body shuddered. She, of all people, knew the fear that now pooled in your stomach. Another ten minutes passed before you heard their approach, the sound of footsteps crunching against soil paired with Sam’s low, angry whispers. The three members of Paul’s rescue party had returned, and all three entered without a word, sitting at the table in absolute silence. Emily’s eyes focused on the doorway before finding yours, shooting you a sisterly glance you understood to be cautionary.
“Y/n,” your name was soft on his lips, a gentle tone meant to exhibit his level of calmness. You turned in your seat, abandoning your tea, your eyes falling on his form, propped-up against the open doorway. He gestured for you to join him outside, his hand running through his shorn hair. They did not tremble. You excused yourself and followed him onto Emily’s lawn, watching his shoulders heave with as he sighed, his back gleaming beneath the light of the moon. His hands were swinging at his sides, his muscles tensing and releasing as he paced. When he stopped, you were a good distance away from the house, out of earshot, you assumed, and away from any scrutiny. He turned, slowly, his every movement calculated, the effort behind his actions obvious. He was going out of his way to eliminate any perception you could have of him being a threat to your safety. He kept his distance, addressing you in a whisper from a handful of feet away, his bare feet digging into the earth as he spoke. “Y/n, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me. That was… I put you at risk, and I’m so, so sorry.” His eyes lifted to the stars, his head shaking with frustration. “And, you know, I can’t even promise that it won’t happen again. I’m not in control, not like that. This can happen again, and that…” his voice dropped off, his sentence hanging open, fluttering in the breeze. When his eyes returned to yours, his face was broken, his lips pursed to keep them from quivering. “I mean, I’d understand if it’s too much. As much as it kills me, I can understand if you need to go.” He raised his hands, surrendering. “I want you safe, that’s all. I can’t promise you’ll be safe around me. I can’t.” You shook your head, closing the distance between you, continuing even after he mirrored your first few steps, eager to keep you out of harm’s way.
“Paul, if anything, you went out of your way to keep me safe tonight. You warned me that you were losing control, and you backed up, and you gave me time to step back.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you refused to let berate himself further. “You are not a threat to me, and I’m not going anywhere.” He exhaled deeply, relieved, and closed his arms around your back, pulling you to the warmth of his chest.
IN ONLY FIVE YES FIVE EASY STEPS YOU CAN LEARN HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER LET’S BEGIN SHALL WE FRIENDO???
Step one: Choosing the victim!
You don’t really want to murder your next door neighbor because police investigate and question the neighbors and relatives also friends of the victim. Buuut, also don’t murder a person three states over, because then the police can say “Y/N took a road trip on the day before the murder- and that trip was to an area near the crime!” Boom, suspects list+ prison.
Basically, don’t murder your neighbor, but also don’t murder someone that you need a road trip to get to.
Make sure it’s not
because those are the people that people usually murder.
Step two: Precautions and Preparations
Organized murders are always better.
Buuut always have a plan b
Hopefully d and e.
Buy EVERYTHING at least a month in advance
With cash. Things bought in card are tracked.
And!!! Don’t buy everything at once. You don’t wanna be the guy who is at the checkout counter with rope, pliers, garbage bags, and kitchen knives. Just… Don’t.
Don’t forget the cleaning supplies! Hydrogen peroxide gets bloodstains out!
Step three: Method of killing
So you already have
Remember that you also don’t need to kill them at home! Homes have security systems quite a lot of the time.
But!!! Don’t make it a too public place! That’s gonna be important in step four.
Here’s some methods.
Use a thick pillow that belongs to the person, not you… Unless you burn it afterwards. That’s ok. Sometimes, your victim will fake a death. If they suddenly go limp, pinch them really hard and suddenly. If they flinch or tense up at all, keep applying pressure
Not recommended, as its a messy death that lets them scream unless you gag them. Again, hydrogen peroxide. Use an icicle! It melts afterwards, so there’s no murder weapon!
Poisoning is sooo last week. Simply get a hypodermic needle and fill the syringe with air. It mimics a heart attack but can’t be stopped by asprin, so you can even skip step four if you want.
Actually, if you wanna poison, make sure you use a strong poison like ricin. You can coat a needle with it and subtly stab it into someone’s thigh or buttcheek. They’ll never suspect that that person who bumped into them in the crowd was their killer.
Heck, you could just hang them and frame it as suicide.
Step four: Body Disposal
Ok, ok, I admit that this one is a bit overused. But oh well, this is my fave one, so you get a tutorial.
Satellites look for holes or patches of turned dirt that are about six feet long because, well, its suspicious!
Drain and portion the body.
Draining: put the body’s head against the side of the tub so that is is raised. Get a plastic chair, like a lawn chair even, and out the body’s feet and shins on it. Basically, you only want the lower back and butt to touch the floor of the tub. Make a couple slits in the butt and lower back, make sure they go deep. Two things to remember here.
•Blood. Is. Not. Nuclear. Waste. Chill. Please.
•dont feel bad friendo its a body it can’t feel any pain. K???
Ok so then proceed to mix the collected fluids with slaked lime but just a bit! and oxygen producing bleach. Then let it drain some more until you’re sure that there’s no more fluids in it, then sprinkle slaked lime and pour in the bleach.
Portioning is literally cutting it in bits. Nothing much to say except cut with a sharp knife at the joints.
Ok, so back to burial. There are a couple choices for location.
You can bury it in the hole where a casket will be buried soon. Just dig maybe three feet deeper and cover the body with a nice thick layer of sand. When the casket is buried, so will your body. Extremely low chance that the body will be found.
You could just bury it in a wooded or simply non inhabitated place by burying it with the rest of that slaked lime vertically 6-10 feet underneath a dead dog. If body sniffing hounds dig up the dog (or other animal) the police will assume that it’s a false positive and go away, phew.
But you could always mix it with some fish parts and go fishing. Chum the water a bit. Only if fishing’s your thing tho. Idk you might catch a marlin or somethin.
AN IMPORTANT NOTE!!!
THERE ARE SOME BODY PARTS THAT NEED TO BE DESTROYED!!!
Good method of destroying
Why destroying is needed
Knife, sharp shovel, fire
Mix of debris and bacteria is unique
Pattern of rings and swirls is like a fingerprint
Toothpick (fun fact: eyes are mostly liquid on the inside, just pop it like a 🎈.) Fire, knife, fork
Retinal scans, my dear. Also digital face reconstruction.
You want to pulverize teeth and turn them into a powder that you scatter. Dental records.
Fingerprints and debris.
Fire, scissors (both is good)
The same reason you don’t want any of your hair at the crime scene, my dear.
Also!!! If you have the time and the tools, it will help if you cut up the pelvis into many many pieces and bury it separately. Pelvis can I’d gender. Basically, you want this body unrecognizable.
Sorry. I had to make that pun.
Step five: Last regards and rules of thumb
Don’t get cocky. That’s how serial killers get caught.
Wear clothes and shoes that are too big, and stuff the shoes so it isn’t too obvious that they are a different size. It also helps to sand down the soles so that they leave no unique prints. Burn all clothes and shoes after the murder.
Wear a hoodie or other hat so you don’t leave hair at the scene and so the color can’t be id’d. Use a spray on wash out dye in a natural color just in case.
Avoid the news and papers for at least three weeks after your crime, the police use those as tools to psyche you out and make you want to turn yourself in.
Until they find a body, it’s just another dead person.
don’t kill friend
Dry up and bury the body
The bisexual flag was created on December 5, 1998 by Michael Page. Page felt that although the rainbow flag was great, that bisexuals deserved a flag of their own. The pink/magenta stripe represents same-sex attraction, the blue stripe represents opposite-sex attraction and the lavender stripe represents attraction to both.
What does bisexual mean?
To me bisexuality is the potential to be able to love two or more genders.
Myths and Misconceptions:
People thinking bisexuality is just a sexual thing and reacting to you coming out in the same way they’d react to you randomly saying you have a foot fetish or bondage kink.
People have stereotypes about you that you sleep around a lot and won’t have a solid stable relationship for a long time and think you’re really sexual
People often think that bisexual people cannot like non binary or trans persons. They are wrong!! Whatever the two or more gender identities a bi person is attracted to is not exclusively within the gender binary.
Another one is “Aren’t you just half gay and half straight?” NOOOOO I DON’T KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I’VE HAD TO REPEAT THAT NO.
One of the most common myths is that bisexuals are always down for a threesome. No. NO.
What is it like to be bisexual?
Being bi is awesome for several reasons, but I think the best one is that your options are open; you can date almost anyone. Of course, it sucks when you realise that literally everyone else in your town is straight, but hey, I got over it pretty quickly xD. I’m only out to certain people irl, but to pretty much everyone online, and the latter have always been supportive (at least the ones whom opinions matter to me), which I’m very grateful for. However, the people I’ve come out to irl didn’t take it that well. My parents (especially my dad) are still getting over it, and besides them, only three of my friends know. My best friend was weirded out, but doesn’t really give a s*** anymore, and my two other friends were very surprised, one almost vomited (rude, but whatever). I don’t really care what they think, I’m me and have no intent on changing, so they can either accept me for who I am or gtfo of my life, please and thank you. It didn’t make a big difference when I accepted that I’m bi, I was finally able to relate my feelings to something. Also realise that I’ve had a crush on one of my friends (none of the ones above) for several years now, but that’s a story for another day.
I thought I was straight for a long time but girls always made me nervous and I didn’t know why. I thought it was because I didn’t relate to them but it turns out those were nervous crushy feels, not outsider feels! I’m so happy to have come to terms. I’m still figuring it out because even though it was under the surface for a long time I didn’t “come out” to myself until after I met my male partner.
You don’t just get nervous around the same or opposite sex, YOU ARE NERVOUS AROUND EVERYBODY IT SUCKS
I’m a 21 year old dude from Cincinnati. I’m bisexual. I’m mostly closeted and there’s only a few of my friends I’ve come out to. I’m afraid to tell my parents because they will probably kick me out of the house or maybe worse. I was raised Baptist so I was always told homosexuality was a “sin” and I suppressed my sexuality for a long time. I was afraid of what would happen if I told people. I know I saw many students in all years of school who were openly gay and they were bullied and harassed nearly every day. It’s not until about 4 years ago that I finally realized/accepted I was bi. And I’m not exactly sure how it’s affected me so far. I censor myself around people who I’m not out to. And I know that they would be supportive. But there is still that stigma and all that harassment I’ve seen. I fear coming out. I’m privileged in a way. If I want to hide my sexuality I can. I can simply pretend to be straight. But that forces me to suppress the other half of myself. And I guess sometimes I feel a little bit trapped.
What it’s like to be bisexual:
Making a s*** ton of bi puns
Making bi jokes
Constantly being invalidated
Never knowing if you can be open even when talking to someone from the LGBT+ community
Crying because there’s no representation
Lesbian and gay individuals always talk over us when discussing issues regarding the bi community
No one ever talks about bisexuals who aren’t attracted to the binary genders
Answering no to the “Are you straight?” and “Are you gay then?” questions and not offering more explanation for fun
I don’t think I have ever seen the bs of “Do I date my female crush or male crush?” dilemma irl
Wanting to scream “bisexual” or “bisexuality” when someone treats these words like they’re dirty and shouldn’t be uttered.
Saying “I’m gay” even though you technically are not.
Your parents/older people saying that it would just be easier to say you were gay instead of bi
I’m still trying to figure it out, it can be confusing. I’ve grown up in my home and in an environment that tells me you’re either gay or you’re straight. So I always felt confused as to why I liked guys, but also liked girls. I’m out to only my closest friends. And I’m still coming to terms with it. The best advice I can offer is that you have to be patient with your self discovery.
When you crush on/get into a relationship with someone and you aren’t out to them yet, you’re constantly afraid to tell them you’re bi because of biphobia in both the gay and straight communities.
So I’m bisexual bi the way and it’s taught me about how I view relationships and how I view gender roles. I currently have a boyfriend, and have had feelings for boys and girls in the past. I won’t let my bf buy our meals every time we go out; we both buy each other flowers. I think there’s less pressure for either of us to fit into a certain role (sometimes we like to be traditional, not always). It’s just nice to be us.
What it’s like to be a young bisexual
They say I’m gay when I’m with girls and straight when I’m with guys
Starting to doubt my attraction to one gender when I’m with someone of the other
People waiting for you to come out as your “real” sexuality
Having to come out even if people know the gender of your partner
Feeling to straight for the LGBTQ community but not straight enough for everyone else
After you come out they still assume your partner is one of the other gender unless you say they’re not
I’m a bi trans guy. Coming out into a very supportive environment, with my peers anyway, was quite a relief. For a while I called myself nonbinary and queer. Before I came out, many of my supportive friends assumed I was pan. It was hard when I was first questioning my sexuality at first I wanted to call myself but that was before my transition and all of the bi girls I saw were called fake and I didn’t want to be grouped with them. For a while I set aside my sexuality to question my gender. My “lesbo mom” as I like to call her, was so proud of me. Coming out to my father has been a rollercoaster of good and bad, he still won’t let me come out to my little half sisters. My mom is mostly supportive, but we’ve fought more. She has let me come out to some extended family. Questioning my sexuality was difficult because for a while my attraction towards guys was basically gone for a long while. Me being me, I came out to my friends by deepthroating a cucumber. There was a lot of “impressives” going around and one person said “I thought you were into ladies”. To which I replied “I’m flexible”.
My life as a bisexual person has been interesting. I’ve faced discrimination from within and outside of the community, but I’ve loved finding people who understand that I just love and am attracted to human beings of all gender identities!
What is it like to be bisexual? Great, I love it. Also a lot of people will give hate so be careful. Ttyl bi.
When I was younger I had no idea that bisexualty existed. I thought that I had to be either straight or gay. I was confused and scared. I tried and tried to force myself to be straight and every time I was attracted to a girl I’d end up feeling worse and worse about myself. That changed when I found the online community. I learned about bisexuality. I learned that other people feel the same way that I do. It was incredibly validating. It still took a very long time to fully accept myself, considering I’d done so much to change how I felt. Of course, as much as online communities were great, there was the whole bi discourse. That kinda set me back a ways in feeling good about my orientation, especially because I was a lot more comfortable with my attraction to men, since I never policed myself on that. Outside of online, I was super lucky to have people be mostly accepting. My coming out to my group of friends started a chain reaction of everyone in the group feeling comfortable to come out as some LGBT+ orientation. My mom had no idea and did nothing but apologize for using gay as a slur for months after I came out. When I came out to my dad he made it clear that he still expected me to end up with a man, and that hurt. Which reminds me, I hate how much the LGBT+ community as a whole prioritizes my attraction to women, while straight society prioritizes my attraction to men. I’m bi. Neither my attraction to men or to women defines me. My attraction to more than one gender defines that part of me. And it also overlooks that I can be attracted to people who aren’t men and aren’t women as well.
Tips for being bisexual:
I always like dropping little hints, like I’d wear bracelets in the colors of the flag, or paint my nails, or wear earrings with the pattern, small things like that. So far, people are oblivious to it, but I’m not surprised. I live in an in-the-middle-of-nowhere country, where people are just now being introduced to gay people, so bi’s don’t exist for them. I’m waiting for the day someone will notice though xD.
Make your boundaries and what you want in relationships clear. Really I think that’s a good tip for anyone of any orientation, but for bisexuality, with there being so much misunderstanding around it, you have to make a lot of effort to clarify things, so if you’re upfront about things it can make everything a little easier on you.
"So you have a photo of me with a prostitute. So what". For whatever pairing you want
I DID NOT FORGET THIS. I got stuck real bad and it took a while to get back to writing; sorry to keep you waiting. So, here; Schnee family drama with Monochrome mention.
Weiss watched the way her father paced in front of the fireplace,
never once allowing her posture to falter. The study’s walls once felt
stifling and oppressive, the eyes in the paintings all looking down upon
her, the busts judging her as well- mental tricks she’d outgrown, but
ones he still wished to play, hoping that setting the field in his favor
would improve the outcome. She’d only seen him this incensed once
before, and that was back when he still worried about being caught
raising a hand to his children; she doubted this fiasco would turn out
any better. A stab of phantom pain attempted to close her left eye but
she muscled through it, tilting her chin up when his furious gaze fell
on her, the folder in his hand held up between them.
this song and dance far too many times. Ever since he assumed the office
of Governor after her grandfather’s term ended, the man had done
everything in his power to portray the family exactly as he
wanted them to appear to the press. Every movement was measured, every
faltering step remarked upon endlessly, and she’d grown up fully
expecting that she had no other choice but to walk the path he’d mapped
out for her, to one day assume the office herself and continue the
Schnees’ impressive hold over the state. That meant she could be nothing
short of perfect, entirely scandal free, and beyond reproach on every
front. The whole routine exhausted her but she kept up appearances well
enough, though his irrational barking occurred more frequently now. He
had to know she was faking it by this point and he was purposely pushing
her, seeing if she’d break and allow him to remold her into the image
he desired for her.
Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.
photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com
Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.
You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.
“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.
“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.
“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.
Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.
Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”
You giggled and released him, “We-”
“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.
You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist.
“Sorry E,” you smiled.
Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”
You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.
“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.
You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.
You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”
By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place.
“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down.
“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.
You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”
“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.
“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”
“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.
You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”
“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.
“Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.
The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.
“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.
“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.
“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”
“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”
“Couples?” You laughed out loud.
Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.
You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’
Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.
Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.
“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.
“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.
“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.
Well, that was new.
You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.
“Gray?” you said.
“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.
Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.
“Y/N?” he struggled.
“Yeah?” you managed.
“I love you.”
He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.
The next morning
You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.
The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.
“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”
Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.
You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.
“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.
You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.
“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.
“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”
“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.
“We miss you too.”
“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.
Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”
You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”
“I don’t have to do sh-”
The line went dead.
Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.
You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.
“Y/N,” Grayson started.
You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.
“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.
“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”
Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.
He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.
“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”
“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.
Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”
You shook your head in confusion.
“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.”
Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.
“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.
“Gray-” you stuttered.
“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.
“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.
“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.
He blinked down at you in shock.
“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.
“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.
You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.
Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.
“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.
“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”
Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.
“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”
Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.
“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.
Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.
“What’s wrong?” you asked.
“In a way, this is worse.”
“Hm?” you questioned.
“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.
You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.
Can you write an imagine where cal is all moody and stuff while with the guys and they call you up to straighten him out and when you get there he gets all happy and stuff?
this is quite short and the request was literally only just requested but i instantly had an idea for it!
requests are open!
love you all xo
All you had done for the past week was work and work and work. Your job had never usually been so demanding but since some of your co workers had caught a bug that had been spreading, you had to fill in their hours. This meant you’ve had very little sleep, barely had any time to yourself and you also haven’t seen your boyfriend for a little over a week.
Now, a week doesn’t sound that long but it felt like forever. With Callum’s usual busy schedule, you typically only just have a little bit of time together anyway however this week you had only spoke to him on the phone a few times with the odd text throughout the day.
It wasn’t the first time you hadn’t seen each other in a while, you had been together for a year and within that year there had been many holidays that you had gone on with your friends and it was the same with him. However, there was something about living only a few minutes away from Cal and not getting to see him that made it worse than when one of you was out of the country.
After what felt like years, your co workers returned and your boss treated you to a few days off for your hard work and owed hours. You had not long gotten home for the night, ready to enjoy a nice relaxing bath and an early night when your phone rang.
“Hello?” You didn’t look at the caller ID but immediately recognised Callux’s voice.
“Hi, (Y/N), are you still in work?”
“No, I’ve just got home,” you answered, a little confused at the question and your mind immediately began to think the worst. “Is everything okay? Is Cal alright?”
“Well, to tell you the truth, Cal is being a moody little bitch at the moment.” Lux said through gritted teeth, “the boys and I were wondering if you could come and straighten him out? We reckon it’s because he hasn’t seen you in a while.”
Your heart melted a little at the thought of Cal being upset because he hasn’t seen you for a week, so you quickly began to put your shoes and jacket back on. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
It was probably a miracle you got to the Tower in one piece as you kept nearly falling asleep behind the wheel. Your eyes would drop shut every time you had stopped at a red light.
As soon as you knocked at the door, Tobi answered within seconds and pulled you into a quick hug. “Please cheer him up, I think we’re all about to murder him.” He said into you ear which caused you to laugh. “He’s in his room. Good luck.”
With a playful roll of your eyes, you head to your boyfriends room and knock on the door. “Guys, I just want to be left alone for a bit!” He yelled through the door, his voice laced with annoyance that forced you to roll your eyes once again.
When you walked in you saw that Callum was sitting up against the headboard with his laptop on his lap and a pout on his lips; exactly like a moody teenager. “Did you not hear me?” Cal snapped without looking up and you were slightly taken a back by his attitude; he really was being a little bitch.
“Right, I guess I’ll just go home then.” As soon as the words had passed your lips, Callum’s head shot up and a huge grin grew on his face.
“Babe! I didn’t know you were coming.” He practically jumped off of his bed and pulled you straight into a hug, which you quickly melted into.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you said, breathing in the familiar smell you had missed that never failed to comfort you.
“I’ve missed you, too,” he mumbled before lifting your chin up and placing his lips on yours. Soon, you both pulled away and Callum raised his eyebrows at you when he noticed you were still in your works clothes, which you constantly say is the most uncomfortable uniform in the world. “Did you come straight from work?”
“Well, I had to, I heard you were being very moody and a moody Calfreezy is the worst,” you teased and he rolled his eyes but the beaming smile never fell from his face. A loud yawn fell from your lips and you were suddenly reminded about how tired you actually were.
“Hey, you’ve been busy at work all week, do you wanna go to sleep?” Cal asked softly, his hands playing with ends of your hair. You do nothing but nod and Cal presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing you a t shirt from his drawers for you to get changed into.
You practically collapsed onto his bed once you were changed and Callum soon joined you after turning the lights off. He pulled you into him with one swift movement and pressed another kiss to the top of your head. “I love you so much,” he whispered into your ear as he traced patterns on your skin.
“I love you, too, Cal.”
Even though it had only been a week, you were so happy to be back in his arms again because it was exactly what you both needed.
Finally wrapping up this winter set. I’m really loving how it’s turning out. Following the Ear Flap Hat pattern by Purl Bee for the hat. It’s fun to try something different. I really didn’t want to make the same old slouchy hat I always do.
The last thing I have to do is find some faux fur to line the mittens 💕