#with all that ...all the trauma GOSH ...and still be kind

[nothingbizzare]

I still hope

[redeemed-wren]

Listening to Spare Parts and had to stop and TAKE A SECOND because this Frank character really asked NYSSA who she's ever lost. Nyssa.

Aside from the fact that she's having Adric's death thrown in her face over and over due to the cyberman presence here, SHE LOST HER WHOLE PLANET. Every single person she KNOWS. Her father's FACE WAS STOLEN.

I am Fuming on her behalf what do you know Frank. She is so strong for not responding to that.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Oh my gosh! HELLOO!

Anywho~

I had a request for Alastor with a reader who’s contract with Valentino just ended and Angel brings them to the hotel to help them get on their feet, they have lots of trauma from what the endured, maybe they stay close to Alastor because he’s very much a gentleman and never treats them like Val did?

Thank you!!

Oooh! I like this one a lot! We got a second Angel but unlike Angel, we’re probably better and less snarky and bitchy. Sorry, Angel. Anyway! Idk if it’s meant to be romantic or not so I am gonna guess—

Alastor- Redemption Path

Alastor can’t help but feel sorry and feel pity for you. You’re just like Angel but you aren’t as bad as Angel. A ex-pornstar that has finally been free from the pimp Overlord, Valentino and your dear friend Angel Dust is so relieved that you’re safe from him, now, he’ll take even more measures to make sure you’ll do better than him

Bringing you to the Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust introduced you to the Hotel Staff. Hoping they could help get you back into Hell more stably. Out of Charlie feeling immense sorry for your sexual abuse trauma, Vaggie considering to sign you up for counselling and Angel Dust barking at Husk to be nicer to you. Alastor is the one who is the most interested in you

Alastor is the one who escorted you around the Hotel. He is the only one who treated you so perfectly, he is a true sweet gentleman and he is doing much for you that it’s unbelievable. He doesn’t want anything from you? How is that possible

Throughout the days since you first checked in as a client, Alastor notices the way you follow him around and he finds it adorable. You’re such a lost lonely little puppy needing somewhere to feel safer and he doesn’t mind playing that little safety spot for you. It’s quite amusing

“Oh. My dear, is something bugging you?” Alastor asked curiously as he finally turns around to face the cute eager shorter sinner that has been clinging onto him and following him around ever since he was polite and ‘respectful’ to them. Treating them like a person and not like an object. Unlike the first and only Overlord they knew at the time, he doesn’t even notice their curvy attractive body or make creepy sexual remarks in the slightest

He just compliments the cozy colourful classy outfits they’d wear, calling each and every one ‘adorable’. He finds you adorable as a whole and he is entertained that you’re so enamoured by his kindness, that you act like a baby fawn following his mother around

The sinner that has been following him around all day, takes a few seconds to even blink. You’re shyer around Alastor since he actually gives you a voice and a say-so, something you’re unfamiliar with. Having that… you never did back with Valentino and it’s almost overwhelming that such a friendly treatment is addictive to have, the way he handles you with delicacy. He isn’t usually a man to sympathise with an awful situation but for some reason, he sympathised with you in his own special little way. You’re thankful that he is even more polite and caring than anybody you’ve ever met, even Angel!

“Oh. My, you’re shivering. Are you cold?” You didn’t actually answer Alastor with words but instead with actions, approaching him and shyly reaching out for a handhold but you didn’t actually touch him, reminding yourself of his no touching clause. You hoped he’d let you slide this once. You don’t really have anybody to talk to after you were jolted awake from night terrors over what that awful squeaking sex-obsessed freak of a moth did to you throughout your contract with him

Angel is there as a friend but he’s busy still suffering under Valentino’s maniac rule right now, you don’t want to bother any of the staff nor Charlie about your problems whilst they are busy. Sooooo

You figured your emotional support, the one who has been very patient and understanding with you. He hasn’t let you down once just of yet

Alastor willingly takes your hand when he recognises your reach out attempt and brings you up to his side in a lone but strong tug. Not minding the sweater you wore being your only coverage for your bottom half. Just a cute off-the-shoulder sweater and thigh highs. Whilst your style mirrored Angel’s in an odd way, you didn’t gross the Radio Demon out like the current top pornstar did. You’re more innocent, more sophisticated

You’re nothing like Angel, despite escaping from the same ugly world as that spider sinner is still trapped in. You’re a recovering traumatised, overexploited pornstar in need of help to gain a new life within Hell and Alastor actually likes the idea of playing that knight in shining armour you clearly view him as. He can’t tell why but he likes it

Leading you down the empty, slightly dark hallway with one arm around your body to keep you close, pressing your face against the side edge of his broad chest and the other slightly stylishly twirling his signature staff-like microphone cane, the Radio Host plans to take care of you in other ways then just hand you some blankets and set you out to your own Hotel room. He’d prefer to personally put you to sleep and the process would be begin with a picture show, a talk and a darker warmer room

You didn’t know why but your face was beet red, your heart was pounding in your chest and your eyes sparkled as you tilted your slightly fuzzy head up to look at Alastor. In, what felt like a blink, his crimson red eyes flashed a sense of genuine affection before returning to the usual half-emotionless bloody haze as the radio effect on his rather mighty voice kicks in with the overlap of both sincerely caring and classic semi-mocking Alastor style caring

It doesn’t help that you swear you can feel his heartbeat grow faster…

Is Alastor feeling the same you are?!

“Come now, darling. You’re clearly having bad sleeping patterns. How about me and you watch that picture show you’ve been holding off? Yes. Yes, I know. I don’t like your technology but I wouldn’t be a help provider if I didn’t provide you help, now would I?”

[littlelamy]

the therapist’s voice is a drone in the distance—something about active listening, emotional boundaries, and trauma-informed language. but your hand’s already found his thigh under the picnic bench, tracing circles that make his jaw twitch. his smile is polite to the other couples but he gives you the kind that says keep going and i’ll fuck you stupid right here, in front of these vanilla suburban marriages.

you lean in, lips brushing his ear like a secret. “we don’t need this therapy, baby,” you murmur, breath hot. “we just need a little privacy.”

his knuckles flex white around the thermos he’s pretending to sip from. “fuck’s sake, don’t start something you won’t finish.”

you drag your nails over the seam of his jeans. “ohh, i’ll finish it....hm maybe with my tongue or puss—”

his nostrils flares, the group leader is mid-sentence about vulnerability and trust when you both stand abruptly. “we need a breather,” he says, tugging your wrist like a leash. the others look up, blinking, mouths slightly opening. they’re too caught in their own head to say anything.

the woods swallow you in green and shadow and damp moss, and he’s on you the second you're out of sight. shoving you against a tree; he mouths you hard, with his teeth and tongue. your legs wrap around his waist like muscle memory. bark scrapes your back while his hands grip your ass.

“tell me again,” he hisses, grinding against you, cock already hard. “tell me we don’t need therapy.”

you gasp against his throat. “we just need—fuck—need you inside me.”

he growls. “good girl.”

pants are quickly shoved down. your underwear’s torn, because patience was never your thing. he lines himself up and pushes in, very deeply.

“fucking hell,” he breathes, “always so tight when you’ve been teasing me all damn day.”

“maybe because my body likes to tease you.”

he thrusts hard, all pretense gone, your body jerking with every hit. birds scatter from the sound of skin slapping each other. somewhere far off, a man named greg is crying about his wife’s resentment, but since you’re getting pounded into a tree and moaning like you’ll die without rafe's cock, you can't make out the words.

“they’re all gonna hear you,” he mutters.

“let them,” you gasp. “maybe it’ll help their dead bedrooms.”

he laughs, sharp and mean, slamming into you harder now. “gosh, you’re a fucking menace.”

“you love it.”

“yeah, i fucking do.”

you cling to him, nails in his back, ankles locked tight. his cock hits you just right, every time. you’re soaked, needy, writhing against him even as sap clings to your palms. leaves stick in your hair and you don’t care. you’re so close it’s pathetic.

“gonna cum, rafey,” you whimper, breath stuttering.

“not yet,” he snaps. “you hold it, i'm not done.”

“please—”

he bites your shoulder. “wait.”

you do, obvoius, still your body’s shaking, cunt clenching around him so tight he almost loses it. his thrusts get sloppy, desperate. he grabs your face roughly, forces you to look at him.

“cum for me, now,” he growls. “show me you don’t need this therapy. just this...just me.”

you fall apart, loud and trembling, cunt pulsing around him. he cums with a low groan, spilling into you, hips jerking, forehead pressed to yours like always. for a second, everything goes quiet except the sound of you both breathing.

rafe then pulls out slow, watching his cum drip down your thigh. “we should head back,” he says, voice still wrecked. “before greg finishes his fucking monologue.”

you grin, tucking your tits back in your bra, brushing moss off your ass. “bet they’re all wondering if we finally had a breakthrough.”

he grabs your hand. “we did.”

“yeah?”

“realized i’m gonna fuck you at every one of these retreats. every single one.”

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[curly-fry-3]

hi again bestie!!

i had another fun dad!dean and daughter!reader story. i think reader getting her wisdom teeth removed would be really funny and her being all high and weepy and stuff.

hope your day’s going well! <3

𖦹High as a Kite𖦹

summary𖦹 Dean takes care of you after you get your wisdom teeth out

pairing𖦹 Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader

word count𖦹 906

notes𖦹 this is heavily inspired by my experience but with more humor cause i lowkey went nonverbal also there are some self indulgent references and also I haven't written in forever so this isn't the best but I still like it

only slightly proofread

Today was the day. After a lot of fighting, you had finally agreed to get your wisdom teeth out. Your dad had dropped you off in the exam room and thirty minutes later he came back to pick you up and Dean could already tell you were going to be a handful. It hadn't even been five minutes since you were out of surgery before you were interrupting the nurse who was trying to explain to him how to take care of you. You were laying on the recovery bed, pulling on his arm to get his attention.

 “dad!” you say, voice muffled from the gauze in your cheeks. 

He takes a second to finish talking before turning back to you, “whats up, sweetheart”

You sigh in relief when you get his attention. “I gotta pee” 

“Ok, the bathrooms over there, you need help getting up?” He replies, calmly 

“I can do it on my own” you sass but after a couple seconds of struggling, you look up at him with sad eyes “dad, I can't do it on my own” 

Dean smiles fondly and rolls his eyes before grabbing your elbow to help stabilize you. “It’s ok, I got you.” 

You grip onto him as you two slowly walk towards the bathroom, “you need to come in with me”

He pauses for a second, “seriously”

Your eyes start to well up with tears, “dad! I can fall into the toilet and die!”

“Fine, but im not helping you wipe” He jokes

You approach the bathroom and Dean carefully leads you inside, making sure you aren't gonna fall, before he turns to the wall to give you privacy. After he helped you finish washing up, he led you out to the recovery room to grab some paper work and your wisdom teeth (you apparently insisted on keeping them). 

The walk to the car was slow. You had stopped about three times to tell him about how you think you were awake during surgery and then you got the hiccups and had to stop till they went away. Your dad was patient with you though, and waited as long as you needed before you got in the car. 

The second you were both situated, you demanded the aux cord (which he only installed in baby for you). He hooks his phone up and looks up at you, “what do you wanna listen to sweetheart?”

“Ummmmmm….play hard times” You mumble out

He presses play on the paramore song before exiting the parking lot, making sure to drive slower for you.

 “No!” you say, exasperated.

Dean looks at you with confusion, “what's wrong”

“This isn't the song I asked for” You respond, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

He looks back down at his phone to check that he didn't mess up. “This is hard times” “I want hard times by ethel cain, not paramore” You correct, shaking your head.

His brows furrow when he hears the name. “Ethel Cain? Cain? Seriously, what kind of a name is that?”

You roll your eyes, “Oh my gosh dad, not everything is about your trauma, just play the fucking song”

He grumbles something under his breath about how this experience isn't as funny as AFV (yes he still watches that) makes it seem, before changing the song to shut you up. Almost immediately, you're swaying along to the music like you're having a religious experience. Dean chuckles lightly, god, you're an emotional wreck. He can't wait for you to sleep the drugs off.

After a while of you whining about his horrible DJ skills, You two finally pull up outside the bunker. He quickly parks the car and goes around to the other side, letting you hold onto him as you make your way down the steps and inside. He leads you to your room and sets you up in your bed.

 Your dad leaves the room to bring you some water, but when he comes back in he sees you playing with your tongue–sticking it out and feeling it with your fingers. “Sweetheart, stop messing with your face” He says while pulling your hand away from your mouth. 

“My tongue feels like my lip.” You explain before trying to feel up your face again.

Dean continues to hold your wrists away from your face as he tries to distract you from messing with anything in your mouth” sweetheart, how about you take a nap”

You shrug “I'm not tired”

“Well, maybe you can watch something” He suggests 

“Ohh, you should watch with me” You excitedly grab his arm, trying to pull him into bed with you.

He joins you on the mattress and grabs your tv remote from your bedside table. “Sure, what do you wanna turn on”

“Sinjin drowning” you reply, resting your head on his shoulder as he scrolls through the apps.

He pauses for a second “Seriously, that guy's voice gives me a headache”

You roll your eyes and grab onto him, making him look down at you. “Come on dad, im healing, you have to turn on what I want”

He gives in with a smile and exaggerated eye roll “fine”

You had gotten through about five minutes of the video before you fell asleep on dean. He paused the tv to get some rest too, he'd need it if this is what the rest of the week is gonna look like.

sorry for any typos

@aetherawasneverhere @mfstargirlsworld @childofjove

[startheskelaton]

Can you tell us more about Landlot(Sparkplug's ex boyfriend)please?

Oh gosh I'm gonna go on a huge tangent about this guy, mostly because I feel like it.

So Landlot is the newest version of a character that belonged to my own ex boyfriend. However I was the one to properly flesh out his character, the most my ex did was give him a color pallet and basic personality.

For context, One Spark first started as a fanfiction called "End of the rode" made by my ex. It was a post apocalyptic transformers au where the Optimus and Megatron are dead, the autobots are trying to make another arc to get to Cybertron and the decepticons are now led by Starscream. The story only really got a proper threw line when I suggested adding a character I had thought up, Sal Witwicky, the orphaned daughter of Spike Witwicky. Sal's deal was that she resented transformers because they not only destroyed her world, but let her family die, now she's one of few surviving humans. She gets found by Hound and reluctantly agrees to go back with him to the autoboot base.

At one point, Sal was supposed to be horribly injured by Ravage (who was only there because I really liked Soundwave, and his addition helped fill in plot gaps), to the point she was about to die. However they put her in a experimental protoform body... she would now be known... as Sparkplug. (I also came up with this plotline)

Why am I going on about this? Well because it's important to why Land lot exists on my current story. Landlot in the old fanfiction was a twin and was one of the first transformers built on earth, post Sparkplug getting put into robot body. He was supposed to be the leader of his group, as he was kind of a hotrod wanna be. He was also vary clearly a self projection character for my ex, similar to how I tend to project onto Sparkplug. I had offered the idea for Sparkplug and Landlot to be a couple, I can't remember if my ex was on board for the idea or not, however I do remember it being the only thing close to romance in the whole story.

So here we are a good maybe 6 years later. I had a lot of trauma from that relationship to the point I still dream about him, and the moment I realize it's him in my dream, I try and get away from him, not wanting to be with him at all. I won't say I was a saint during that relationship, but I do resent him for being able to find some sense of peace with intimacy. A lot of shit happened... So when I decided to remake the Transformers AU, I was mean to Landlot.

So who is Landlot in the One Spark AU?

Well he's a 1970's Plymoth GX, who emerged with his twin sister, Defender. They emerged pretty soon after the matrix awakened the energon on earth. They emerged vary close to the autobot base and were taken in and trained like any normal sparkling would be trained back on Cybertron. He fit in vary well as he remined a lot of the autobots of the older days, just a bunch of guys who turned into cars acting like heroes and messing around. He would become a poster boy for the transformers born on Earth.

How did he end up dating Sparkplug? Well I'll tell yah. Despite a lot of my art showing people dotting over Sparkplug, that wasn't the case for a majority of the autobots, yes a good amount of them formed bonds with her, but it was only because they were related to prime. Bot's like Ironhide, sideswipe, Blur, Proceptor and a good amount of other autobot's being vary against Megatron and Soundwave being allowed to join, and some are still convinced that Sparkplug is just part of a secret plan of Megatron to try and take over earth again.

So a lot of bots stayed away from her, and this bias would trickle down to the new earth born bots on the base. So Sparkplug never had any friends her age, the closet being Rumble and Frenzy who were basically teenagers when she was born. However Sparkplug did grow up to be rather pretty... well... as pretty as you can be while being a weird combination of two bots. Even though she tried to talk to the other young bots, her awkwardness and bluntness only made them stay away from her. However Landlot slip in, seeing an opportunity to have a cute/shy girlfriend. Sparkplug fell hard and fast for him because she had never had anyone interested in her romantically. He would try and mold Sparkplug into a sweet, dotting and helpless shy girl that would hang on his arm to make him look cooler. Because how badass would it be to show that he was able to get the notorious Megatron's daughter to be his side chick.

Eventually, Sparkplug got tired of getting the short end of the stick and decided to break up with him after seeing that he was trying to get with other bots behind her back, bot's that vary clearly didn't like her.

So that's where they stand as of now. Landlot is still a celebrated leader for his heroics and fun personality, while Sparkplug just only got passed to go on missions and was put on the most mind numbing job imaginable.

sorry that this is so long, I just really wanted to share all this info

[punkpandapatrixk]

❤️‍🩹I Just Want to be Loved ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

We attract terrible loves for various reasons; so many lessons; but now sorrow has got to lessen. Let’s reveal patterns by exhuming roots. We’ve got to stop this cycle of disappointments. Done being made to feel as if we’re hard to love.

We’re not hard to love. Many of us were simply denied love, warmth and affection as we were growing up… Don’t know how to love self; don’t know how to love others; basically don’t know how to even receive Love… Who’s to blame now?

Why the hell were so many children denied love, warmth, affection…?

What are you going to do with yourself when you were denied love, warmth and affection as you were growing up?

☆♪°・.

‘The child who isn’t embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth.’ – an African proverb

People denied warmth and affection tend to fall into a desperate loop of fishing for attention as a result of love-deficiency, right? Some learn to lick love off a knife; some pursue success (whatever that means) all too frantically; some…shoot complete strangers in broad daylight; and some who ain’t got the guts to murder complete strangers in public places go instead for antagonising strangers on social media… Gosh, that is desperate.

But you know what, not all hope is lost because there’s still plenty of us who are blessed with this incredibly RARE thing called self-awareness. There are plenty of us who will take our traumas to the graveyard than pass them down the next generations.

You, don’t deserve to have your sanity and your Life ruined by some psychos who didn’t know how to love you. Reclaim lost pieces of yourself by understanding THREE Houses in your natal chart, babe:

4th House: your roots; tells you what was lacking in your home; explains your erratic 10th House ambitions

8th House: your marriage or your desire for a bond like it; this the House where trauma manifests itself in full spectrum

11th House: your wish fulfilment; where you connect with people who support your visions; breeds a healthy sense of connection, even community

SONG: Emptiness by BoA

MOVIE: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)

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Pile 1 – Because I Can’t Even Trust Myself

VIBE: Trust by Hamasaki Ayumi

lost pieces (pertaining to 4th House) – Ace of Pentacles Rx

It’s clear your childhood didn’t offer a sense of stability or security—the physical kind that children usually need. It could be that a grownup left early or it could be that you moved around a lot, so you easily lost contact with new friends you’d just made. In essence, it feels like you grew up feeling ‘everything disappears eventually; everyone leaves eventually’.

Some of you might’ve grown up not having a lot of material resources, but for the majority of you tuning into this Pile, it was more a feeling of a lack of warmth. For children, the pain of neglect and a lack of emotional connection do really affect our physical health more severely. You might’ve grown up poor and sickly due to all the grownups around you being inattentive, unaffectionate, and just…unreliable at best.

Because of this awareness, from a young age you realised you would have to do everything yourself. You wanted to grow up quickly and do your own things your own ways. It’s not like you had to grow up fast, you wanted to grow up fast to have your freedom and power! It was…hard to trust adults. It was hard to trust the world at large.

growing pains (pertaining to 8th House) – 8 of Pentacles

On the path of growing up, I think you became a hard worker of sort? This is very nuanced though—there are layers to your developing yourself to become a hardworking person. In many ways, you grew up responsible because you didn’t want to become like the adults who had disappointed you. But since this sense of ‘responsibility’ is a product of neglect and trauma…this is coming off as your feeling responsible for everything. Everything!

Some of you could’ve been too hard on yourself, expecting way too much for your age. You’ve felt like you’re always the one with everything to prove. It’s hard living like that. It feels like you’ve put so much effort into keeping everything together, and yet, nobody sees how much you care. Nobody truly understands the fear in your mind and pain you carry in your heart.

In matters of relationship, you cling extra hard to friends or lovers, too; because deep down you’re afraid of losing things and people, again and again. This unhealthy attachment—and to some extent, controlling behaviour—is truly your wounded inner child attempting frantically to keep your Reality from falling apart…

reclamation (pertaining to 11th House) – 4 of Cups

I’m very sure that at some point in Life, your Higher Self and team of Spirit Guides are going to kick in and meddle with your Earthly business. For some people, it’s possible you could lose contact with everybody you’ve ever known in Life and go into a hermit mode to find yourself again. For some, it could be that your whole Life is simply flipped, without necessarily losing key people in your Life, for you to look at Life and human connections from a very different point of view.

It’s going to be hard, of course. Emotionally, it could be devastating. Themes of abandonment and betrayal are big in your incarnation. But you know, ultimately, all of these challenges serve to remind you that the Cup of Love and Affection you’ve been looking for has always been right inside of you. You’ve had a bitter time with a lot of people because deep down you couldn’t trust them. You couldn’t trust other people’s loyalty because you didn’t even believe that you’re worthy of that Love and Loyalty you yearn for.

Your Spirit Guides are saying, that although at some point in Life things are going to get really tough, know that when you’ve graduated those lessons, you’re going to be rewarded with the most beautiful Soulmate-shit friendships, familyship and relationship. Truth be told, part of your Soul’s scenario in this incarnation is to find your Soul Tribe; and find your Tribe you shall~

A L O N E🔻💗

ALL of you – Red Alchemist (John Dee)

becoming ONE and whole – Priestess of Healing

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Pile 2 – Misled by My Own Compassion

VIBE: Cry Me A River by Julie London

lost pieces (pertaining to 4th House) – Knight of Cups

It’s very likely your 4th House is in a Water sign, but if not, you’re still very much a Water-y person; perhaps your Ascendant or Moon is in a Water sign, or that you have Neptune/Moon near/in your 4th, 7th or 11th House. All of this generally makes you a deeply compassionate person. No matter what outer appearances give, you strive to look deeper into a person’s Soul. You have so much empathy and you want to believe in the good of people.

Alas! This rotten world doesn’t make it too easy. This world is not a world where kindness and compassion are truly rewarded, if we don’t learn to be a tad cruel ourselves. You’re not in the wrong for being so genuinely good and compassionate; it’s this world that’s the wrong world. You know that? Therefore, it is paramount you learn to be a bitchilante! But I’m getting ahead of myself.

In spite of this PAC’s intro, I sense the majority of you tuning into this Pile actually grew up quite well. Many of you actually grew up in loving homes and that’s why it’s been quite challenging for you to grapple with the realness of the ugliness of the world outside of your loving home. Really…people in the real world…are monsters! And you were taken aback!

But some of you instead most likely grew up in chaotic, battlefield-esque homes and that’s why you’ve striven to be so good to a point of detriment.

growing pains (pertaining to 8th House) – 0 The Fool Rx

Be that as it may, you being you… Well, you do put in the effort to try and understand what makes monsters the way that they are, right? It’s all good and wonderful, until you get yourself in deep trouble where nobody can save you but your own monstrosity. Depending on your age when reading this, this could be something that’s happened in the past or will happen; where you will be forced to grow up in the sense of seeing the world as it is and get firm with assholes!

Dr Jordan Peterson has this gold shit to summarise this spiritual lesson you will be taking at some point in Life: ‘You should be a monster, an absolute monster, and then you should learn to control it.’ Well, that’s male speech. In female speech, we just say: ‘you gotta grow up and be a bitchilante!’

Be a bitch only to those who deserve it. How would you protect yourself from monsters if you don’t have the strength to fight them at their own game, darling? If you’re harmless, weak as a fawn, if anything, the real monsters in the world are going to toy with your sanity: ‘I saw my “crazy” side once and decided I wouldn’t be involved with anyone that would take me out of my peace like that ever again.’

Be a bitchilante. That whole concept of ‘good, harmless, love and light, positivity-only’ bullshit was put out there not to really make you good but to weaken you against the truly monstrous ones. WAKE UP, BITCH!

reclamation (pertaining to 11th House) – 4 of Pentacles

So? So what if you’re selective with your affection? Not everybody deserves your compassion. That’s for sure. There are many people in the world and you can’t be nice to all of them. One at point or another, you’re gonna be a villain in someone’s story—so what? Everybody else is the main character of their own Stories; that, you can’t control.

Be careful that you’re not falling victim to your own narcissism in wanting to be praised in everybody’s Story, yeah? So then, pertaining to your 11th House, weirdly enough, your wish fulfilment is in the form of a psychological liberation from your own idea of yourself in the minds of others. I sense that if you’re East Asian this is gonna resonate much harder and louder LOL

Anyway, I want to assure you that once you’ve graduated from your spiritual lessons, you will be met with unique, courageous, rebellious weirdos who will be just as clear as you are about what it truly means to be a good person in a world that’s often very bad. How good should a person be to truly be considered a good person?

‘If I offended you, cry me a river. I’ll bring snacks and a raft. I will literally float down your tears eating chips and working on my tan.’ – Fuckology

A L O N E🔻💚

ALL of you – Green Geographer (Gerardus Mercator)

becoming ONE and whole – Priestess of Success

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Pile 3 – Lights Out; I’m Out to Find Myself

VIBE: To. X by Taeyeon

lost pieces (pertaining to 4th House) – Ace of Cups Rx

I’ve to preface this Pile by saying this the pile that gets a little violent…

You were originally such a positive, happy-go-lucky kid, but quite early on, this world gave you so much darkness. So many reasons to be sad. It’s not been a very kind life, to be honest. Defo many of you have tragical placements here—your 4th or 5th House could start or end in Scorpio; have Lilith/Pluto/Chiron/Saturn there or in the sign of Cancer/Pisces; or it could be that your Venus/Moon is imprisoned in the 8th or 12th House and harshly aspected, too...

If your childhood has been violent or mightily confusing, it’s a group thing, OK? You can think like that. It’s not your fault. Know that practically everybody who has these harsh placements has gone through very similar things as you. So you’re really not the only one who’s failing—whatever that means. You’ve been gaslit a lot into believing there’s something wrong with you, but it was your environment that was just filled with totally terrible Human beings. That much I’d like to assure you.

It wasn’t natural how you were abused psychologically and emotionally. The people around you drew a parallel to Cinderella’s stepsisters in the Disney classic. It’s ridiculous like that. I think you grew up terribly lonely and created comfort characters in your head to console your sorrows? It’s very likely that your comfort characters were in actuality a mirror fragment of your Soul Family’s existence locked in your memory bank.

growing pains (pertaining to 8th House) – XIV Temperance Rx

Life, unfortunately, isn’t a Disney movie. As a result of the psychological and emotional abuse you’ve endured in childhood, your friendships and relationships might’ve been quite turbulent, at times even violent. Juuust a small number of you could’ve dealt with being called a violent kid, or you could’ve struggled with anger management and have terrible tantrums. All of these have made human connections quite difficult to navigate.

It’s not like you want to be a nasty person, right? Many times, you couldn’t help the way you react/respond to what’s being said and unsaid because, somehow, there are many things that people do and say that trigger a trauma response in you. There’s a very difficult Mars thingy going on here. I think many of you resonating with this Pile have some difficult Mars (ruler of Scorpio) placements/aspects that affect the way you manifest human connections in your Life.

Speaking in terms of synastry, it could be that you’ve attracted a great deal of people whose Mars aspected badly in your natal chart—consequently triggering bad traumas and manifesting violent outbursts in your connections. Ultimately though, these negative experiences with other people could’ve enforced your belief about how unlovable you are, which, really, is a false belief…

reclamation (pertaining to 11th House) – 5 of Wands

It is a false Reality that you’re unlovable or unworthy of a healthy relationship. That bullshit was implanted in you through the creation of a harsh environment that caused you a great deal of rage. Of course, you’re accountable for how you behave towards other people, but your foundation was never quite healthy or peaceful or harmonious, so… How about we put it all behind us and focus on healing? After all, it’s not like the people you’ve had a beef with were completely innocent? XP

It's kinda selfish to think like that, but you can depend on your own discernment to distinguish who amongst the people you’ve hurt or had a beef with to apologise to. Remember: sometimes apologies only make you weaker and looking at the unique bullshit astrological placements you were born with… apologising to the wrong fucker would only get you gaslit even more! So, don’t. Don’t apologise for the distress you experienced under other people’s lack of support.

Burn that bridge and detach yourself from that old stinking world. With your sheer willpower, you have it in you to rebuild your own little world of love and peace. After all, those harsh placements you were born with, are you aware of just how much power they bestow you? These placements come with a lot of turbulences but once you graduate your first Saturn Return, they also give you a burst of power unlike any other!

Lights out. Not entertaining aenergies that seek to nip your power at the bud anymore. Burn, baby, burn strong! Burn the whole Tower and find yourself on new lands~!

A L O N E🔻💜

ALL of you – Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon)

becoming ONE and whole – Priestess of Solitude

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how do you think Hazbin Hotel characters would react to a demon with butterfly wings?

The main Hazbin cast x Butterfly demon reader

Part 2 >

A/N: This wasn't really specific with what charas specifically, so I'm just doing the main cast. I'll do a part 2 with more characters, though, if it's wanted (sorry)

Reader's wings are written as colourful and proportionate to their body, so they are pretty big.

Realised there's a 10 image limit per post, which is bs. Isn't how i normally would have liked it to be aesthetically bc of that 👎

Cw: Sfw, slightly suggestive stuff in Angel's, reference to decapitation and cannibalism 💀, kinda a bit angsty in Angel's and Vaggie's, gn! Reader

Charlie

- Charlie would be absolutely delighted by you, no doubt about it.

- She wants nothing more than to be in a place that's vividly colourful and (assuming reader is a somewhat colourful butterfly demon) you'd be that for her.

- She also probably just really really likes butterflies in general though, let's be real.

- I can imagine her just staring at your wings with absolutely starry eyes while complimenting them.

- "They're so pretty ohhh my gosh!"

- I imagine her being lightly jealous, she'd love to have wings like a butterfly.

- Would probably ask if she can touch, and look somewhat sad when told no due to how it would cause your scales to come off. (Assuming reader's wings are the same as normal butterfly wings)

- It may get somewhat uncomfortable if you don't like attention, she would definitely fixate heavily on them. Tell her to stop though and it's making you feel weird and she will tone it down though.

- If not, though, enjoy the attention you're gonna be getting from Charlie over them.

Vaggie

- Vaggie would likely be a bit uncomfortable about seeing demons with wings in general due to her history - let alone you with beautiful, delicate ones.

- I think she'd secretly be hiding some angst and jealously about your wings ngl.

- When she sees Charlie fawning over them though oh boy.

- Yeah she's not gonna be happy about them then. She doesn't blame you or anything for how she's feeling as it's her issue and she knows that, but it still hurts quite a bit - especially in the beginning.

- It gets less and less bad though the more she gets used to it, she kind of just becomes 'meh' about it - especially if you ask Charlie to stop being so gaga about them.

- When she gets her wings back, though, I think she'd come to think they are cool. A normal level appreciation though.

- I can half see you two helping each other out with your wings down the line if you two get closer though.

- There are some things that come with upkeep so wings don't become damaged and stuff, so the people who also have wings? Allies 100%.

Angel

- I'm gonna be fr, the first time your wings come out he's probably gonna be panicked due to his baggage.

- Especially if it happens when you're angry.

- He's probably gonna need reassurance you aren't gonna try hurt him tbh.

- As sad as it is, his trauma would definitely play a part in his initial perception of them.

- After he recovers a bit and stops immediately going into fight or flight and seeing you =/= Val though, the switch up is insane.

- He would be all over you about them.

- I can imagine him calling you a bunch of butterfly related petnames.

- If you remember the 'make those wings flap' comments he made about Husk, its gonna be that on a hundred.

- Even if it's just joking flirting about them, it's gonna be constant because he thinks they are beautiful and it's a lot of material considering you're a butterfly and he's a spider.

- I feel like he would touch them at some point without really thinking and pull his hand back to see your scales have rubbed off onto his hand and go ''oh shit.''

Husk

- I don't think he'd have much of a reaction to it at all - at least not initially.

- Of course he acknowledges that they are very pretty, but he won't comment upon it much at all unlike the others.

- Possibly may make reference to it when crafting bitter statements directed towards you, though.

- Down the line, if you grow closer to him, I can see him as actually being concerned about your wings.

- They are extremely eye-catching and unique for a being in hell, and due to that, it could lead demons to actively target you

- Whether with overt aggressive intentions to take your wings and sell them, or with more covert problems like you being scouted for modelling (ie. By Velvette)

- I can see Vaggie and you trying to set up a wing maintenance group and trying to include him in it. Him being vehemently against it to a level that's almost comedic.

- You eventually convince him even though he's complaining the whole way through it. (He is lying and actually enjoys it).

Pentious

- He wouldn't like them at all in the beginning.

- They're big and bulky and get in the way of everything, including him.

- The amount of times he's accidentally fallen due to 'tripping' on your giant ass wings is greatly irritating and embarrassing to him.

- Possibly thinks you keep trying to kill him by tripping him.

- Could also see his 'hair' (idk how to properly refer to it, haha), accidentally brushing up against your wings with how expressive it is and getting your scales all over him.

- Basically, he doesn't like them because he's clumsy but will take it out on you.

- I also get the vibe he'd be jealous because of how eye-catching they are.

- In his mind, if he had wings like that, then he'd surely have been acknowledged by the Vees in some way.

- If you change your habits with your wings to be conscious of him not being able to walk normally and start getting onto better terms, though, he will likely become appreciative of them and stop being so pissy about them.

- They are very cool looking to him, and once his poor attitude wears off about them, he'll come to admit that.

Alastor

- He'd actually be somewhat weary of you in the beginning.

- It's nature's law that creatures that do not bother to hide themselves are not to be messed with - especially in a place like hell of all places.

- When he sees that you just happen to be particularly colourful, he drops that, though.

- He'd honestly probably be thinking of what it would be like to eat a demon like you after confirming you are, in fact, not poisonous or dangerous at all.

- He doesn't much care all that much for the intrinsic beauty of things as long as they aren't utterly ugly, and as long as they aren't obnoxious and in your face.

- Depending on how bright and vibrant they are and how much attention you bring to them, he may actually dislike them.

- If not, though, he acknowledges they are nice to look at, but again, doesn't really care about them outside of theorising how they would be to eat.

- Would probably make comments about how he could "just eat your wings up," or ask you about how you taste just to try to freak you out.

Niffty

- When she sees them, her eyes grow wide in a mixture of surprise and awe. At the exact same time, an unhinged smirk spreads across her face.

- She then proceeds to leap at you, scissors or whatever sharp object is closest to her raised at your wings.

- She'd be absolutely trying to take a piece out of them for her 'collection' 💀

- You're gonna need medical attention after she's done with you because she's hellbent.

- Her obsessiveness over your wings would vary depending on your gender but either way, she'd be trying to get a piece of them for herself.

- Definitely abnormal level of appreciation of them in the absolute worst way.

- If you can get her to stop instantly trying to cut off parts of them, she's still constantly trying to touch them. You need to complain about your scales every damn time she tries to reach out to touch it without fail.

- it's like your wings are a beacon, and she's the insect gunning for it ironically.

[theheartsickdevil]

“You’re so desperate, Darlin’ “ {1/2}

A fanfiction where Ronin caught mc “self-loving” in call with him

A/n: my period just ended and I can see the stars so I needed to write this. I wrote this for myself ofc so if the idea weirds you out just don’t interact. This is my way to cope with my trauma and emotions so leave me alone lmfao.

Tw’s: masturbation, self harm mention, and bad grammar ofc since it’s 23:21 and I took my sleeping supplements lmao (I finished writing this at 23:56 🔥)

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It’s currently been a year since you’ve been with Ronin. Unfortunately you’re long-distance and couldn’t move out to his apartment since you were kinda low in money and couldn’t be able to book a flight to his city. Luckily, you two always called every night and sometimes even on the day when he had the day off. You literally ruined your sleep schedule for Ronin, you were like a damn dog for him. If he wanted something you didn’t even hesitate to do as he said, you didn’t leave the call until he gave you the goodnight not even if you were literally sleeping with your eyes open.. sometimes when you felt really needy you even masturbated in call with him, luckily without him noticing.. until this night.. He was in video call with you but you had your camera off, and then you accidentally let out a little moan and when you realized he actually heard it you freezed.

“Darling what was that? You didn’t hurt yourself, right?”

He asked, you couldn’t tell if he was seriously worried or just teasing you. You just let out a sigh and trued to open your mouth but closing it again. You just sighed.

“Nono I’m fine.. I-I mean it..”

You said.. maybe you sounded a little too needy. Gosh you were acting like one of those teenagers with too many hormones.. you just couldn’t help yourself.. he was so hot when he was tired, and his sleepy voice? It made you want to fuck him even more..

“Are you sure? You aren’t cutting yourself or something are you?!”

“What? No!! I.. I said I’m perfectly fine I just.. uhm..”

“I don’t believe you.. open your camera.”

He said, a little more stern. He knew damn well you had problems with self harm in the past and still had them nowdays, but you knew you were fucked. You literally had nothing on but an oversized t-shirt who happened to be one of his.. and your hands were surely not clean..

“N-no my room is messy..”

You tried to make up something as you at least tried to clean your hands with some tissues and put on some shorts..

“No, right now.”

He said, a little more stern.. he surely was worried, and you surely were embarrassed about this whole situation..

“Fine..”

You said, as you got on camera. Luckily you put on some shorts and your hands were clean, but you knew Ronin suspected something..

“Darling.. what were you doing?..”

“I-I told you.. I wasn’t doing anything!!”

You tried to protest, but the blush on your face and the way your hands were in between your thighs told him otherwise. It took him a second before realizing when you were doing.. he ended up blushing a little but he quickly shook it off..

“You know, you don’t need to be embarrassed for doing those things..”

“I’m sorry it’s just.. I miss you and I kind of need you right now and I wish I was there with you and omg this is so wrong..”

You said, as you hid your face in your hands as your elbows were on your desk.. you knew Ronin wasn’t mad oe anything, but you also knew that maybe it was better to do that when you weren’t in call with him..

“Hmm.. what if next week I take some extra days off and come to your city? You know, I have some days off so maybe I could visit you..”

Your expression immediately lightened up, but you ended up blushing again thinking of all the things you two could do.. all the things you would want him to do.. you bit your fingers as you let your mind wander a bit before going back to reality and looking a bit to the side after realizing

“A-alright then.. I will try to clean my room and actually stop rotting away in my bed”

You said, as you smiled at him.. god he was so hot it made you want to rip your hair out..

“Mhhm.. okay then.. anyways, it’s kinda late.. I need to go to sleep since tomorrow I gotta go to work and then on a lottle killong spree..”

“Alright.. good night then, I love you”

“Night night, and try not to act so desperate”

He let out a laugh as he teased you, and hanged up on you before you could say something else. You just sigh as you lay on your side and look the your chat before turning your phone off and going to sleep.. You couldn’t wait for the next week to come..

(Another) A/n: Should I write another fanfiction as the part 2?.. (spoiler yes I did)

[akanemnon]

HAAAAAAAY AKANE :3

How are you?? (Gosh, more ppl should ask you that, you're a human afterall)

On the 1st is my bday :3

BUT

I got a silly gift for you :3

You're even invited to my bday

You'll get a piece of (digital TwT) cake :3

And a special message.

I don't care if you won't see that post.

I just want you to know :3

PLUS GENUINE ASK (actually asking smt this time ha)

Would you rather:

Have no more chocolate for the rest of your life.

Or

Spoil the entirety of Twin Runes/ The Other Script.

Chose wisely.

Okay and another question bcz you're good at writing (I guess, I mean you make some VERY GOOD comics)

How do you think I should traumatize someone that got possessed by someone that wants to kill her friends and bf? (I need a bit of ideas and I'm in need of an expert in writing)

Sorry, I can't be serious for five seconds.

In my defense your honor, I'm a silly goose. 🪿

Btw what's your opinion on Murder Drones?

I saw it two weeks ago and it got me hooked.

If you didn't watch it, I'm recommending it!!! :3

Sorry for the long ask.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

As for your question(s) 1) I'm actually not the biggest fan of chocolate (I prefer savory over sweet flavors). I still like it, but I'm not crazy about it. So I gottta go with no chocolate for the rest of my life. Sorry for everyone who wanted to be spoiled lol.

2) When it comes to writing drama and trauma, it's always a save bet to go for something that is a character's sore spot. Something that is already a part of the character itself. People always say I'm traumatizing these characters, though what I use for the story are plot and character details that were already established in some way in the games theselves (or through some other means). I'm not conjuring anything up out of thin air. As an example:

For Frisk I used their past attempted No Mercy Run (which is something you just can do in the game)

For Ralsei I used his fear of the Roaring and his need of the Player (as seen at the end of Chapter 2 and how he tries to guide the Player through Kris)

For Susie I used her past bullying antics against Kris (as seen in Noelle's blog post)

And well Chara... Chara is kind of self-explainatory at this point.

Kris' sore spot(s) are tackled ALL throughout the comic itself (the fear of being replaced, the fear of inadequacy, the fear of losing control...) It all ties into their relationship with the Player that you can already gather from the two Chapters we have.

3) I have not watched Murder Drones. Never really had the time for it.

[alasse-earfalas]

Time's more serious about everything because he's been traumatized by his adventures.

I don't know if I'm going to be able to explain this properly because it's late but gosh dangit I'm gonna try.

The P in PTSD is there for a reason. The repercussions of trauma don't fully hit until sometime after the life-threatening situation is over. Depending on the duration and severity of the traumatic event/s, this can take years to happen, and decades to heal from.

The rest of the boys are still relatively young and haven't spent too much time "out of the action", as it were. Time still works for the Royal Family, sure, but he's mostly settled down and left that old, adventuring life behind him. He's grown out of his adventure-seeking youth (or maybe something happened with the FD mask???) and all he wants to do now is live on a farm and be with his wife.

Meanwhile, the rest of the boys are relatively fresh of their adventures. Even the older ones are still in their hot-blooded youth; despite all the action they've seen, they're still ready for more. They're all still in "hero-ing mode". They haven't reached the P in PTSD yet.

But Time has. And he reached it at a much younger age than the rest of them will.

Time's mandatory heroic adventures started and ended as a young child. On top of that, his adventures were among if not the creepiest: skulltula house, Dampe, the forest/well/jabu's belly/shadow temples, Majora, dead hands. Add to that being forced back and forth through puberty multiple times, and the guilt of opening the sacred realm for Gannondorf, then having to frantically clean up his own mess, all at the tender age of nine... only to be sent back to a time where no one even remembers what he's done and he can't go home. (Don't even get me started on the events of Majora's Mask.)

Time is traumatized. And he's being forced back into the kind of environment that brought about that trauma. He's not going to break, because he's a Link, and therefore cannot break by definition, but don't expect him to be as jovial and lighthearted about everything as his younger companions.

He has returned to his own personal hell—the one he thought he'd left far behind him.

[beselfawareofyourself]

Before you read this the main 7 are toxic because of all the trauma they have and because their just are to each other! Lastly a few warnings (creepy main 7, fighting, emotional)

How was my day going you ask? well let me just tell you I was being chased down by the MAIN 7 YES YOU HEARD ME RIGHT THE SEVEN MOST POWERFUL DEMIGODS TO LIVE AT THIS MOMENT CHASING ME I just wanted to having a normal day of capture the flag bro....

so let me give you a recap before I die right now!

*flash back!!!!!*

I walked the woods with my sword in hand while the ares cabin fought I knew we weren't going to win since the other team had the main 7 in their team because they won them over so I knew we were cooked from the start I just a normal demigod you know the kind that spend like 1 year at camp and that it I get to live a normal life again but the gods had another idea in mind ofc...

as I heard peopler fighting and roars of the fighting going one around me I stayed where I was and before I knew it I was the last on in the red team left and I didn't even know it as I continued my walk like a normal day all in heard was silence was a bit strange but eh who cares

and after day dreaming for a while I knocked into something... THE BLUE SIDE FLAG!? I almost screamed but covered my mouth how could I A NORMAL DAMN DEMIGOD GET THROUGH THE POWER TOWER OF PERCY, NICO, JASON, LEO, PIPER, HAZEL,AND FRANK I guess I should and Annabeth since she kinda overpower too but moving on!

I quickly grabbed the flag still thinking that my team was still alive and that I wasn't the only on left in the red team and I sprinted you could have called me Hermes for how fast I was running through those woods tbh right now then as I slowed down I heard thunder...water...animal noises...the ground shaking...the shadows moving a bit to uncanny... and then I felt a hand-S WITH A S YES AS IN MORE THAN ONE touch my shoulder as I looked behind me like the time stopped itself just to watch the presence of the one and only behind me my color leaving my body as tears streamed down my face touching my grave adrenaline soon coming to my brain like a slap in my face

"time u-"

"MAMA!!!!!!!!!!"

I screamed so loud in the poor boy ear that I prob gave him shell shock as I bolted right out of my stand as I proceed top bolt out of their so fast I could see my soul still standing where I was like I was crying straight up TEARS coming down my thought tight my legs running faster then Luke whatever last name was that betrayed us! screamed came out off my mouth as I heard people running to me too I soon saw a light THE BEACH I WAS SO CLOSE!!! (Famous most stupidest words)

*present*

and that how where here right now I was doing ballerina poses doing water bullets, lighnreing strikes, skeletons hands, bear attacks, fire cannons, HE EARTH ITSELF WAS AGINST ME LIKE OH MY GOSH I was doing the most insane moves as per can die at this point like I was straight up screaming my bloody heart out right now

I didn't know how long I was running all I knew was that I was getting closer ands closer to the beach and I could hear my cabin from the sideline cheer and scream for me to get the win for them especially clarrise (and I COULD NOT let down the baddie) SO I RAN FASTER THNE I HAVE EVER RAN (not like I was running already but that's not the point right now!

The seven POV! (finally)

As all of us ran for this camera that had our team flag I could see Will trying to sooth Nico ear ever since that camper literally busted a eardrum just by screaming 'mama' with also caused Leo to have whiplash of his own ma which means we have a now mad Leo an a mad Nico WHICH IS GREAT!

"Wise girl do we have plan for this now?!"

"well seaweed brain we didn't expect this to happen but now Leo is pissed thinking what she said was intention!"

"well great..."

"Nico can you try to shadow travel to her!"

"their going WAY to fast for me Percy!"

"piper try to charm speak them!"

"alright everyone over your ears!"

as we all nod and cover our ears piper catches up to the camper and started

"hey love!"

no replay

"sweetie we would really appreciate it if you handed us that flag you would be a great person if you did love!" (I am so sorry idk how to charm speaking is supposed to sound!)

the camped started to slow down but then started to speed up again instantly like they realized what piper was doing

"NO I WON'T FALL FOR IT JUST GOTTA KEEP GOING!"

That surprised everyone since nearly anyone could resist piper charm speaking but somehow this new camped did it in a few second but just some healthy words

all of us were running out of patient then we heard rumbling from the sky we turned our heads to Jason who looked the most impatient his over competitive side was coming our at that moment we knew if we didn't act fast this camper will turn into dust from Jason lightening and Leo fire

the camper was slowing down and soon Nico got a open!

"NOW!'

Nico jumped into the nearest shadow connected to the camper and jumped on them sending them tumbling by the way frank and haze turned back to see if they could get a hit on the camper somewhere.

back to y/n pov

"AHHHHHH!!!!!"

I felt Nico hades kid jump at me from the shadow I was under 'how could I miss that he can shadow travel?!'

as we tumble down I felt my back slam on a tree causing pain to shot to my back like a stab also my hand tighten the grip on their team flag as tears fell from my eyes

as we stopped I felt Nico get up slowly grabbing his sword and go up to me I didn't look I just listened not daring to look up at all I then hear multiple feet running Nico seeing me awake spoke up

"give up the flag."

"n-never!"

I choked out weakly tears fell out of pain my shirt torn from the fall then slowly I felt Nico cold and rigid hands grab mine and pull slightly to see if I would give in but I didn't I couldn't

Nico hands pulled again but with more force this time pulling me slightly forward his nails then begin to dig into my flesh which causes me to wince

my vision started to blur but using the strength I had left I pushed Nico to the ground using my body weight and Nico now on the ground I ran bad idea but I couldn't think not now I just had to run with the flag in hand and my weapon gone somewhere (dropped while running to survive)

as I limbed my way through the woods I got to the beach losing Nico in the process and then I made eye contact with the rest of the blue team with my side flag and seeing THEIR FLAG in MY hand I knew my fate without even needing the fates

as I saw a good 13 people including the main 7 all run to the lake shore since they got ahead I didn't want to be the one that failed my team, I didn't want to be the failure, I DIDN'T WANT TO BE USLESS!

I jumped the small cliff

THUD!

silence my vision going black as I fell on the sand my body fully limp I heard nothing as sand got into my clothes and scars making the sand all sticky as I raised my hand to show the blue team flag in hand showing that I won

"Red team wins!" Chiron voice echoed

cheers and screamed echoed in my ears and I felt myself get raised up by Apollo kids to get treated opening my eyes meeting THEIR eyes filled with pure hatred I let out a chuckle and waved at them with a smile seeing Percy tighten his grip on riptide, Annabeth on her dagger, Jason on his sword, Leo Anklanmous, piper dagger, hazel dagger, frank knuckles, Nico glare sharpen will soothing him giving me the hard glare to

I smirk at them almost laughing knowing YOU a normal camper won against the MAIN 7 MOST POWERFUL DEMIGODS THAT EXIST and survived yea someone call the fates because your fate look a little bit brighter

Laying in the infirmary bad now everyone seems to look at you like you just survived the fury of Zeus I mean you did beat his SON so the camper was In awe

It was now night the ares cabin brought you food including giving you their desert because you bought them a win you felt useful for the first time in month mostly you were over looked used, beaten, like a rag doll but now you felt good you were told to stay in the infirmary because of your injuries you pulled your leg more then once

After some time you then fell asleep to the quiet night.

The seven pov....

Everyone was piled in Percy cabin the tension was killing will being in the inside told them about your health, injuries, back round, how you weren't even claimed, and who your mortal parent were Will pilled all the information the infirmary had on you with Nico shadow traveling him into the infirmary without anyone knowing his presence

"we lost"

"percy..."

"we lost"

"percy please"

"he got a point Annabeth we lost to someone who was supposed to be a mere inconvenience from our win we failed the blue team we failed our honor!"

"Please.... everyone"

"we failed that all we have to say -Nico

"piper"

piper stilled at percy voice her failure caused their fall, their streak, THEIR WIN and now she had to face the after math

"I know-"

"no you don't the one thing YOU ARE GOOD AT EXEPT THROWING A DAMN DAGGER YOU FAILED AT!"

Piper winced and Jason stood up angry at Percy for yelling at his girlfriend

"watch you mouth Jackson."

thunder rumble across the camp but Percy doesn't stand down no he picks up a fight

"or what Grace you weren't even making yourself useful!"

"YOU WANT TO GO JACKSON?!"

"BRING IT GRACE!"

soon chaos erupted punches, kicks, yelling, head bumps, lighting strikes crashed on camp grounds and that waves were swallowing everything in its path

the rest even Nico tried to pull the two apart to stop from the camp being destroyed tears, screams to stop, things being thrown and it all started with you just winning

finally everyone stopped Percy and Jason were beaten, everything surrounding Leo was burned, Annabeth hair was wild from being tossed trying to get percy on same thing with piper, Nico jacket was thrown and his shirt ripped from being grabbed and thrown, will was trying to calm down everyone, frank sweating from Leo burning body and separating the two

"why not just kill them..."

time stood and everyone stared at Nico who was being taken care of by will

"won't we just like our parents tho killing everyone who gets in our spot of glory?" -Will

"so what at this point glory is the only thing keeping us alive in this cursed world we can't risk anything."

Everyone stopped thinking was 'it worth it would blood on their hands will be worth it just to survive another day?'

'yes it will be.'

"we get their trust we make them believe then we strike"

before everyone could agree Nico started talking

"they looked scared"

"what?"

"when I jumped on the camped the look in their eyes looked just like a deer running on adrenaline and fear why not use that to our advantage"

"your saying we don't kill them but use them like...like destroying their sanity?"

"exactly"

everyone yes widen in realization it slow and painful yes you winning is small but crucial to their survival

"when do we start the plan and what do we call it?"

After sometime of planning and name trading it finally came to a close it was now night and they skipped the camp fire everyone thought they were to embarrassed by losing to a unclaimed camper but they couldn't care not now

"all everyone put your hands in now"

they all put their hands in one pile

"one, two, THREE!"

"PROJECT 'BABY DEER!'" everyone yelled

Now its time to run baby deer.

[sevinagreatergood]

My baby, my child, my sweetheart. I'll tell you Snape fans. I would rob Snape out of that cradle made of twigs and raise Snape myself. I do not see him sexual at all. He gives me so much maternal energy when I look at his younger self. I wouldn't even care if I was magical or not. But I wished HP was real so I could look after Snape.

So when I read bullshit. Like 'i was sexually assaulted, but I didn't join a cult'

Or

'I was bullied, I didn't join a cult. '

I get very angry to put it mildly. It's the expression that whenever I read this an angel loses their wings. To me however it feels like they shot the angel in the torso, away from the vital points. Tear the feathers one by one, chopped off the limbs so it won't struggle, gag it, shave it, make a stew from the head, peel the skin for bacon, anything inedible goes to the collection basement or fridge then season the rest to put it in the oven and bon a petit I guess. But they didn't fo all all of that to eat the angel themselves. No, they tortured the angel to feed it to the dogs.

That's how I feel to put it in detail. Be it abuse or assault, I'm sorry your privileged ass wasn't assaulted or bullied enough to talk in such a degrading way about a victim (fictional or not). It's like the people that reason with a rape victim "you're afraid men? I was raped too, I'm not afraid."

When I tell them they are privileged, they become defensive. Because it is. You don't use your trauma to reason with people to shut them up and say "see? I went through it, I know what it looks like so shut the fuck up."

Oh gosh, well at least you know someone (me) wished you experienced worse to see if we could compare trauma more if you want to compare so much. If you want to compare, elevate the person's trauma, never talk down. Only reason I could let trauma comparison slide is to make sure the other person doesn't feel like shit about going through that such as elevating the person their trauma. In a sense of "You went through that, I did too. So I know how hard you held on and fought to make it until now" only that version I accept. And if another person starts to talk about shitty trauma comparison so I begin to compare shitty traumas too. They-started-i-finished kind of scenario.

I hate it when people do that shitty trauma comparison that. Some adult told my sister to stop being depressed because worse things exist in the world. Uhm, fuck you. I spoke to the woman the same night. What kind of fucked up person do you have to be? Oh, suddenly my sister would forget all the problems that made her depressed.

It doesn't work that way. Ironically, the woman supports death penalties of gays in those Muslim countries. People are fucked up. It's always those that act nice that say the most fucked up shit or support the most heinous crimes.

I still can't get over the fact that people compare genocides to Death Eaters. My baby was traumatized to the core. Trauma leads to irrational and radical decisions. Literally nobody, nobody experienced so much as Severus Snape. Not Remus, not Sirius, not Harry, not Tom, not Regulus, not Neville, and not Lily.

If you compare to degrade a victim, fuck you. Now, I'm not saying the others had it rainbows and sunshine either. Just not as horrible as Snape. That is the truth. I don't dismiss their problems either. The others found everything they needed at Hogwarts or had it had home. Snape had none of those. So keep your shit to yourself I guess.

[bubblyi3]

Between Us, Before Us PART 5 | KTH

"with you everything was real. with her, it was numb."

pairing: taehung x female reader

genre: slice of life, angst, fluff

word count: 3.1k

content warning: angst, mild smut, trauma, cheating themes, unplanned pregnancy, heartbreak, toxic relationship, mention of abortion

summary: between the past and future lies the aching space of now. with taehyung, you've journeyed through love, heartbreak, and growth. once strangers, then lovers, now something more complicated, your connection is shaped by time, mistakes, and second chances. this is the story of who you were when you first fell for him, who you became through the pain, and who you might still become if you dare to hope again. in the space between healing and longing, one thing remains: him.

© disclaimer: please do not copy, translate or reproduce any part of this work without my permission. thank you!

*fiction rooted in real emotions and experiences.

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4

You hadn’t heard from Taehyung in two days since the talk with your parents.

Not even a “how are you?” or a “did you eat?”. The simplest texts he used to send, the ones that used to make you feel like he was always near, even when the world felt like it was falling apart.

Now it was silent. A gnawing kind of quiet that sank into your skin and wrapped around your lungs.

Morning sickness still clung to you, sometimes waking you before dawn. Sometimes keeping you hunched over the toilet long after the sun came up. And through it all, your parents had been quietly, unexpectedly wonderful. Your mum had started bringing home lotions for your growing belly, gently rubbing them in when you were too tired to move. She left pregnancy books on your nightstand, dog-eared to chapters she thought might help.

Your dad, silent but observant, had taken to showing up with your strangest cravings. Pneapple fritters, salted chips, avocados. Even that weird combination of pickles and ice cream you couldn’t explain. You still carried the weight of shame in your chest, still avoided their eyes some mornings. But they never once made you feel like a burden.

Only a daughter, that is loved.

Nari checked in every day. You told her about the silences, the ache in your chest, the way you’d stare at your phone until the screen dimmed and you’d curse yourself for hoping.

“He’s just scared.” She said gently one night over a video call.

“But that doesn’t mean you deserve to be ignored.”

"Gosh, you taking him back again and this what he does to you??!" Nari quickly added.

You didn’t reply. Because some part of you knew. He wasn’t just scared. He was avoiding.

Some Time Ago: (Taehyung's POV)

It had been four days since that call.

Four days since your voice cracked in his ear, since he told you what he thought was the “right” thing. Or what everyone had convinced him was right.

He hadn’t heard from you since. No texts. No missed calls. Nothing. It was as if you’d evaporated from his world, leaving behind only the heavy silence and the guilt that stuck to his chest like second skin.

Classes had started shifting back to in-person now that restrictions were loosening. The streets weren’t bustling, but there were more people. More risk. More chances of bumping into you. Just the thought made his stomach twist.

He avoided campus for as long as he could. Took side entrances, left early, skipped breaks. Anything to make sure he didn’t see you. Because he didn’t think he could handle it. Not after what he said. Not after the sound of your heartbreak through the phone.

He hated himself for it.

But he was scared.

He wasn’t ready to be a dad. He didn’t know how to be. And even though he loved you. God, he did. It felt like everything was slipping away too fast, and he didn’t know how to stop it.

That’s what led him here.

To Jisoo’s apartment.

It wasn’t planned. He just… showed up. Said he needed someone to talk to, and she let him in without asking questions. She always did.

The two of them sat on her couch, legs curled up, the smell of her coconut shampoo clinging to the air as she handed him a glass of water.

“So.” She said quietly, “you gonna tell me what happened?”

He stared at the rim of his glass. “She’s pregnant.”

Jisoo’s breath caught. “Wait—what?”

Taehyung finally looked up. “She’s pregnant... and I told her to get rid of it.”

The room went still.

For a second, she didn’t say anything. Just blinked at him like she was trying to process it.

“Shit,” she muttered. “Taehyung…”

“I didn’t know what to do,” he whispered, voice cracking. “My parents lost it. The guys said we’re too young. And she—she needed me with her.”

Jisoo moved closer, her voice soft. “You still love her?”

He shut his eyes, jaw tight. “Yeah. But it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

And then something shifted.

Maybe it was the tension. Maybe it was the late hour, or the fact that his heart felt like it had been stepped on all week.

Maybe it was how Jisoo’s hand brushed his shoulder, her voice low and soothing. Maybe it was just weakness.

But when she leaned in and kissed him, he didn’t pull away.

It was quiet.

Messy.

Filled with all the wrong reasons.

A moment of shared loneliness and blurred lines. A moment where guilt didn’t exist, only the need to feel something. Anything that wasn’t grief or fear or regret.

Afterward, they didn’t speak for a long time. The room felt colder somehow. And even though Jisoo curled up beside him like it meant something, he stared at the ceiling, his chest hollow.

He didn’t feel comforted.

He felt like a coward.

He felt like he’d betrayed you all over again.

And when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t Jisoo’s face he saw. It was yours.

Your trembling voice. Your hands shaking. The baby you were still carrying. And the thought that maybe, it wasn’t too late to be the man you deserved.

But for now, he just lay there.

Still.

Afraid.

And ashamed.

Present Day: (Your POV)

You’d messaged Taehyung a few times. Nothing heavy. Just things like “Are you okay?” and “Can we talk?” But the replies were cold, clipped, lifeless.

"I’m fine."

"Busy."

"Later."

Each word felt like a slap. As if you were some stranger trying to claw your way back into relevance. As if everything you’d gone through meant nothing now. Not the nights. Not the promises. Not the child you were carrying.

You knew his class schedule. You’d memorised it without trying. It had always just stuck, like everything else about him. So when in-person lectures resumed, you lingered by the entrance of his 10AM lecture hall, pretending to scroll on your phone.

You waited by the vending machines after his afternoon seminar. Even took the long way through the main building, hoping to bump into him in passing.

But he never showed. Or maybe he did and made sure to leave before you ever got the chance to reach him.

You’d asked the guys too. Hoseok, Jungkook, even Yoongi in passing. But they either genuinely didn’t know, or were covering for him.

"Haven’t seen him today."

"He’s been keeping to himself."

"Maybe just give him some time."

They wouldn’t meet your eyes when they said it.

And deep down, you knew something had shifted.

Something you couldn’t name, but could feel every time your phone lit up and it still wasn’t him. Every time the ache behind your ribs tightened when a door creaked, when a voice echoed down the hallway, and it still wasn’t his.

It was like mourning someone who was still alive. Someone who had chosen to disappear while you were falling apart, alone.

And worse?

You still missed him. Still loved him.

Even as he avoided you. Even as you carried this growing baby between your ribs and beneath your skin.

Even now, with the silence, the one-word replies, and the weight of everything he didn’t say. You still wanted him to care.

God, how pathetic that made you feel.

Across the city, Taehyung sat cross-legged on Jisoo’s couch. Nursing a can of cheap beer, the television playing something neither of them were really watching.

She handed him a blanket even though it wasn’t cold.

“You look like you haven’t slept.”

“I haven’t.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Too much on my mind.”

She didn’t ask about it anymore. Not directly. She knew.

“It’s a lot.” She said simply, sitting beside him, tucking her legs beneath her.

“No one would blame you for needing space.”

And that was what he had here. The space, the silence. Just soft music, dim lights, and someone who never looked at him like he’d already failed.

He hated himself for how easy it felt.

“She deserves better.” He muttered under his breath.

“What?” Jisoo asked.

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just… I don’t know who I am anymore. I’m not ready to be a dad. I’m not even ready to be a good boyfriend.”

Jisoo looked at him carefully, her voice dipping low.

“You don’t have to have all the answers right now. You just have to know what’s right for you.”

He hated how much that comforted him.

And yet… he let himself lean into it.

Let himself stay just a little too long. Let her laugh fill the silence. He was too much of a coward to face with you. Let her be the distraction while you were the one carrying everything, all alone.

Because the truth was, Taehyung didn’t feel like a man. He felt like a scared boy hiding behind old friendships and shallow comfort, while the woman he claimed to love was carrying something far heavier than either of them could articulate.

And still, he didn’t call.

You woke up feeling heavier than usual.

Maybe it was the nausea. Maybe the restless sleep. Or maybe it was just the weight of everything you hadn’t said aloud yet. The quiet ache of silence between you and Taehyung that had stretched for days too long.

You blinked at the sunlight bleeding through the blinds and reached for your phone without thinking.

And there it was.

A message from him. Sent at 1:43AM.

[Taehyung]: Can we talk? After class tomorrow. Please.

You stared at it for a while, unsure how to feel.

The words weren’t long. They weren’t full of remorse or warmth or anything clear. But they were more than he had given you in days. And somehow, that was enough to send your heart into a spiral of hope and dread.

You reread it again, as if the message might change. As if, hidden in the silence between those sentences, you might find a trace of the boy who once held your trembling hands in the dark and whispered promises against your skin.

You wanted to be angry. You wanted to ignore it. To protect what was left of your sanity.

But the truth was that your heart still ached for him. Your body still remembered his. And your soul still leaned in his direction, even if he’d turned away first.

So you stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the reply box, breath caught somewhere between forgiveness and self-preservation.

Because maybe this talk would change everything.

Or maybe, it would just break you all over again.

The café was quiet, the kind of quiet that made every clink of a coffee cup sound like thunder. You sat by the window, both hands wrapped tightly around your glass of water.

Your eyes flicked to the entrance every time the bell above the door rang. Until it finally rang for him.

Taehyung walked in, dressed in black. Hoodie, cap, mask. As if he didn’t want to be seen. As if the moment could be hidden just by dressing small.

He pulled the chair out across from you slowly, and for a second, it was like muscle memory. Your heart skipping just at the sight of him. But it was brief and fragile.

He pulled his mask down. His lips were dry. His jaw clenched. His fingers tapped against the wood of the table.

Neither of you spoke for a full minute.

“Thanks for meeting me.” He said finally, voice low.

You nodded once, unsure what to say. You had thought this would be a good thing. That maybe this was him coming around. Maybe even ready to try again, properly this time.

But then he inhaled, and you felt it before he even opened his mouth.

“I’ve been thinking a lot.” He started.

“And… I just—I don’t think either of us are ready for this.”

You blinked. “Taehyung…”

“I mean it.” He said quickly.

“It’s not about not caring. I do. I care about you a lot. But a baby? Right now? It’ll destroy everything. Our degrees, our lives, your freedom, my—” He stopped himself, but you already heard it.

My freedom.

You looked down at your lap. “I thought you understood. After the talk we had with my parents… you said you felt better. You said we could figure it out.”

“Yeah, but that was with them in the room.” He muttered.

“I said what I thought they needed to hear.”

Your heart dropped. “You lied?”

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated.

“No—I just didn’t know how else to handle it. I didn’t want to upset anyone. I didn’t want to upset you. But this isn’t the life we imagined, is it? Not now.”

Tears stung behind your eyes. “So what? You want me to just… end it? Like it’s nothing?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You did, Taehyung!” You snapped, voice rising.

“You just said you think abortion is a good idea!”

He stiffened in his seat. “Don’t yell.”

“I’m pregnant, Taehyung!” You were loud now, eyes glossed over.

“I am sick every morning, feeling so alone even though I shouldn’t be and you’re scared?!… You think I’m not?!”

The table between you might as well have been an ocean.

“You keep going back and forth.” You continued, voice trembling.

“You tell me you’ll support me, then you disappear.”

He didn’t even deny it. Just looked away.

That’s when it hit you. He wasn’t here to work things out. He was here to lighten his conscience. To offload the guilt of choosing himself while still trying to be seen as the “good guy.”

“So that’s it?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

“You’re giving up?”

He stood.

You blinked. “You’re leaving?”

He nodded once, jaw clenched. “I’m sorry.”

Then he turned and walked out, the bell above the café door chiming softly behind him.

You sat there long after, one hand resting over your stomach, the other gripping the edge of the table like it was the only thing keeping you from collapsing.

The water was warm now.

And for the first time in a long time. You felt cold.

You didn’t remember walking home.

Everything blurred. The sky, the people, the traffic. It was like the world was carrying on without you, louder and more oblivious than ever. You moved through it like a ghost.

Inside your room, the silence was worse. You sat on the edge of your bed, your coat still on, the weight of your body suddenly unfamiliar.

You ran a hand across your belly. It felt heavy now. Like it knew something you didn’t. Like it had heard him too.

You replayed his words.

"It’s not about not caring." "It’ll destroy everything." "My freedom."

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hate him.

And you did. You hated the way he made promises with his eyes and broke them with his silence.

You hated the way he walked away. Not just from you, but from something that could’ve been life-changing.

But you missed him too.

God, you missed him.

You hated him, and yet you still reached for your phone like it might carry a new version of him. One that hadn’t just left you sitting in a café with melted ice and a shattered heart.

No new messages.

Not even a check-in to see if you got home okay.

You curled up on your side, arm draped protectively over your stomach. A tear slipped down your cheek and hit the pillow before you even felt it fall.

Is it love I still feel for him? You wondered.

Or is it the bond that comes from sharing something we created?

You didn’t know anymore.

Taehyung POV:

He didn’t go home right away.

Instead, he walked through campus, past buildings that suddenly felt too small for the weight sitting on his chest. Every step echoed with the sound of your voice trembling, hurt, and so loud in his memory it drowned out everything else.

He’d never seen you like that before.

And he hated himself for causing it.

Taehyung sat on the back steps of the music building. But there were no words this time, just guilt and the dull ache of his heartbeat reminding him he wasn’t as heartless as he had acted.

He pulled out his phone.

Your name was still pinned at the top.

He wanted to text you. To say “I didn’t mean it like that,” or “I’m sorry, I panicked,” or even just “Did you get home okay?”

But what would that change?

He had made a decision. Not just for himself, but for a future he didn’t feel ready to hold. A future with a child. A family. Responsibilities that terrified him in ways he hadn’t admitted even to himself.

He cared for you. That was the worst part.

But the idea of being a father, of messing up something so big when he couldn’t even get this right. It paralyzed him.

Still, he couldn’t leave you alone in it.

Not completely.

So he made a promise to himself. A selfish, half-broken one even before it was spoken aloud.

He would be there for the pregnancy. The appointments. The support.

But once the baby came? He didn’t know. He told himself it would be best for everyone if he stayed at a distance. That he wasn’t good enough to be part of that picture. That it would hurt less in the long run.

Lie after lie after lie.

But it made the guilt quieter.

At least for now.

He sat there as the sky darkened, head in his hands, wondering when exactly he lost his courage. And whether you’d ever look at him the same way again.

He didn’t notice the footsteps at first.

It wasn’t until the soft scuff of shoes stopped just in front of him that he finally looked up. His eyes red-rimmed, throat tight.

Jisoo.

She stood there in a grey hoodie and jeans, holding two takeaway cups in her hands. Her brows knit slightly when she looked at him.

“There you are.” She said softly.

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

He blinked, still caught in the emotional fog of everything he hadn’t said to you. For a second, he didn’t respond. Just stared at her like he wasn’t sure if she was real or just another layer of guilt.

Jisoo moved closer, crouching beside him.

“You okay?” She asked, more gentle than usual.

Taehyung swallowed hard, the weight of the afternoon pressing down on his shoulders. Your voice still echoed in his mind. The way you had looked at him like he had just ripped your world apart.

And now with Jisoo being here. Available and familiar.

Here when he was a mess. Here when he didn’t deserve softness.

He didn’t answer her question.

Didn’t know how to.

Instead, he accepted the coffee she offered and took a slow sip. It tasted bitter.

Just like everything else.

[mikuni14]

My Stubborn - Ep 3

There are many theories about Sorn and Jun, which I read with pleasure, but I admit that I have no theories about them - and especially about Sorn. It's just that when I watch them, I feel like I'm seeing some old-school style yaoi manga and manha come to life, as well as fanfics, the kind that are rarely adapted, because they often border on problematic and toxic vibes. I think that the series handles this problem quite smoothly and doesn't cross the line, after which fun stops being fun and starts being cringe and uncomfortable. Sorn and Jun are a couple that I have seen many times on manga and manhwa pages. Sorn is a classic seme: he is handsome, rich, sexually experienced, self-controlled in bed and focused on providing pleasure to his partner, on top of that he is extremely confident, arrogant and cocky. He is also aggressive, cheeky and have no filter. Jun is a classic uke: he's sweet, he's not rich, he's sexually inexperienced but eager, people are attracted to him and he's also outspoken, rebellious and therefore charming and interesting, which of course catches the attention of the seme. Their relationship is also familiar to me: their first sexual encounter, which determines their future and changes their relationship and dynamic on many levels (mostly unconscious by them, which doesn't change the fact that a fundamental change has occurred in them and nothing will ever be the same), and their reunion and the establishment of a complicated relationship from which neither of them can (and doesn't want to! although again - this is also unconscious) get out. Sorn being controlling, super possessive and territorial, but also caring, providing, and Jun being clueless, silly, rebellious and also very sweet and irresistible - this is all classic of the classic 💖 They are both obviously very interested in each other. Since they are still young and horny, their relationship is very erotic, but the emotional element that was already visible years ago is still there and it gets stronger as their relationship grows stronger and more complicated. Their shared past, characters, personalities, their environment, views on relationships, prejudices, long-established opinions about each other (Sorn thinks Jun is a kid, Jun thinks Sorn is an asshole and they are both right lol), and potential traumas from the past that we may not know about yet - all of this prevents them from analyzing their feelings, the reasons why they are jealous of each other, why they are so drawn to each other, why Sorn is so possessive, and Jun allows all the things that Sorn does to him. The excuse of "we have sex as part of sex education, we sleep together in the same bed, we spend a lot of time together, we eat together, we kiss at every opportunity, we want to be exclusive" but "we're not together and we're constantly fighting and arguing" makes me want to punch them and kiss them at the same time 😭 (is also such a classic, if I dig through my old mangas I'm sure I'll find something with a plot like that).

Sorn and Jun act like an old married couple when they're together. But nooooo, they're just fuck buddies, no strings attached, but still furiously jealous of each other. Gosh, watching these idiots is pure pleasure.

(The second couple is also classic btw).

Despite the fact that Sorn and Jun are so stupid when it comes to the "love stuff" and that their lack of insight, analysis of their own feelings and ignoring them will eventually bite them in the ass, I really like their lively and non-boring relationship, especially its sexual aspect. The fact that they both talk about it so much, the fact that Sorn is so focused on providing Jun with pleasure, that he is gentle and sensual with him, that he stops when Jun tells him to stop is just *chef's kiss*. I like that they are both hyper aware of themselves and their closeness, of their bodies. I also like Jun's exploration of his sexuality, his curiosity and his actions based on that curiosity. Maybe I like them because they are well cast, I think the actors are perfectly suited to these roles. I don't know, I just enjoy watching them, and as someone who was raised on problematic fanfiction and manga, I feel particularly pampered 😇

The series provides me with so much fun that really, I have no theories about the characters, the plot, I just fully enjoy this rare BL series, in which there is a perfect balance of fun, romance and sex, all presented in a classic form that has a special place in my heart.

(Piang turned out to be a very likeable character, I enjoyed his conversation with Jun.)

*massages temples* dumbasses 😌

[monimccoythings]

Hello, Neighbor (C!Wolverine x reader)

I'm so sorry, as much as I adore Hugh Jackman the second I saw that Wolverine something inside me broke and I went feral. I needed to do this. I just love mutual pinning. I'm not specifying which Wolverine because it's a small spoiler (not entirely plot relevant!) but I think we all know who I'm talking about.

Slight NSFW themes, nothing big

X- You usually find him working on his motorbike in the garage below your shitty apartment complex, a cigar in his mouth, and dressed in a thin white tank top that clung to his sweaty and impossibly muscled body like a second skin.

X-Not gonna lie, since the very first moment you laid eyes on your new neighbor you have had the hots for him. Who wouldn't??

X-He was the quiet type. Reserved, with a permanent scowl that seemed to drive away anyone who crossed his path. You understood, maybe he valued his privacy. But that didn't mean you weren't going to be as kind as you could everytime you two met.

X-Easier said than done. It was hard to form a coherent thought let alone two sentences when he was in front of you in a leather jacket whose seams were about to burst from the inmense pressure his bulging biceps were submitting them.

X-You saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards at your antics. Gosh, now he must think you're an idiot. Why wouldn't earth swallow you up once and for all and end your misery??

X-Still, no matter how much you embarrassed yourself you still came for more. Even if it left your heart nearly bursting out of your chest and your insides twisted in knots. It was all worth it just to see his frown loosen.

X-One day, he even dared to show a small smile. And you, being the current monarch of kindness and stupidity, thought it would be a great idea to tell mr. 'dark and broody' that he had a nice smile. He immediately tensed and mumbled some excuse to quickly retreat to his apartment, leaving you alone in a hall that stank of mold and booze.

X- As you dejectedly made your way towards the apartment, you mentally kicked yourself for stepping over his limits. Who were you kidding? That man could have a supermodel every night if he wanted to, of course he wouldn't have any interest in you. He was just being polite. And now you have ruined it. Way to go, Y/N.

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X- Fuck. Shit. God fucking damnit. What was that? One compliment and he already turns into a fucking lovesick mutt. He needed a fucking drink.

X- The cold bitter taste of the beer, helped cool the burning fire inside him. He shouldn't have allowed it to go that far. Not with you.

X- He could argue that he barely knew you at all and he had to be careful, but he would be a lying bastard, wouldn't he?

X- When he saw you for the first time, absentmindedly looking through your mail, the animal inside him riled against the bars of his cage, demanding to consume you and possess you. It was overwhelming.

X- He had memorized everything about you: your routine, the music you liked based on what his sensitive ears heard, the way the corner of your eyes crumpled when you smiled, your scent, the sound of your voice, your dressing patterns...

X- He knew each time you went out and each time you brought a man with you. He hated every single one of them, he watched from afar with clenched fists and foam in the corners of his mouth, and desired nothing more than to rip those men to shreds with his claws.

X- He knew when you touched yourself, how poignant and musky your scent became, nearly driving him insane. How husky and soft your voice sounded when you moaned. Sometimes he found himself wishing it was his name you were calling in short breaths, sometimes he wished he was the one making you sigh in pleasure.

X- He was a dangerous man, unstable, full of rage and trauma, with many enemies who would do anything to get back at him. And besides, he was still hurting over Jean, he doubted he could open his heart to anybody else that wasn't that redhead. It was better this way.

X- So he vented his frustrations in alcohol, one night stands and bar fights. Claws unfolding when the treacherous thought of your delicate face came to mind. He had given you thousands of reasons to turn away from him, like the others.

X- Yet, there you were... Always with a smile, always with a nice word for him. If only you knew what he was, what he did, would you run away from him?

X- He couldn't afford this. This couldn't be for him, the closer you got the more dangerous it would be. This itch inside him that wouldn't let you go entirely was urging him to go across the hall and pound on your door until there were no more barriers between you two.

X-However, he knew, that the second he set foot on that corridor, all of his self control and restrain would be thrown out of the window. Even so, he still opened the door of his apartment.