#and they were so right. nobody wants to make even the smallest efforts to make it possible for the sick and disabled to exist in public

[palms-upturned]

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[decolonize-the-everything]

When are we going to talk about how gen z and alpha growing up with lifelong access to tech didn't make them good with technology, it made them bad with people.

A lot of people, when Leave the World Behind was released, related to the youngest character. The daughter who's only priority and desire was to watch the Friends finale as the adults around her were crippled with anxiety about politics, current events, and the very real possibility a war was happening.

One of her most hard-hitting lines was about wanting nothing but the smallest of comforts in a world that guaranteed you none. So if she was gonna die, she was gonna die watching Friends.

She had little to no empathy for her parents or the rest world, which is key to her character's behavior throughout the movie.

"yes, okay the internet is out and there's a blackout and flamingos are in the pool in the USA, and you're terrified, but can you just please fix the TV for me?"

And yeah, I do think it was the damn phones. Because what she's doing isn't all that different from what a LOT of Americans and Gen Z are doing right now while genocides happen.

It's not that different from what a lot of us do. See something awful on our phone and at some point put the phone down like we didn't. Instead we make dinner, do laundry, go to work.

It's our routine.

But gen z and alpha were born into that climate, unlike the rest of us. They didn't grow up seeing the internet be built. They didn't grow up with friends who created forums or sites or were constantly finding new ones. All that already existed. The internet doesn't have secret corners to hide in anymore. Just shadowy ones you really shouldn't wander into.

The work that needed to be done was already done or being done by someone else. Markets and sites were already saturated. If I want to Google something right now, I know for a fact that someone already posted sources and a webpage for it, too.

So much was simply Provided to them. They're so used to the idea of Unknown Others solving problems for them.

Why would they make the effort to solve anything themselves when experience has shown they just have to Google it. Or that it probably already exists. And what difference would They make anyway?

Afterall they themselves are just another Unknown Other in someone else's life, aren't they? Someone nobody thinks about again after their avatar scrolls by.

Is it really that far of a stretch to say that doing this everyday or even just seeing it happen everyday has had material and tangible effects on us as a society?

That it's resulted in a generation of kids who not only undervalue themselves but the impact they are capable of having on their society. Who have resigned to simply Existing within the world instead of trying to thrive in it?

Can we talk about how millennials saying "the next generation will handle it" was nothing but entitlement? We wanted to stop fighting and tried to pass the torch onto a generation that hadn't even graduated high school yet.

And we made things worse by doing that. If we can refuse to fight for them, why would they fight for anyone else? And when parents hand their kids an iPad and send them off to occupy themselves why would they look for human connections?

We taught them not to.

The internet was and is the only consistent thing Gen Z and alpha has had that did not expect anything of them.

And now most of us would be content to doomscroll in the apocalypse in the name of our "mental health"

We've all seen the memes and jokes about it, don't backpedal now. Like I said, a lot of people saw Rose in that movie and made #me & #same posts.

Few would get up and try to cause the change to change anything. Which, in that movie and IRL is how change is made. Real people getting up and working together. Someone doing the work nobody else wants to because someone has to.

But what happens when you grew up thinking someone else was always gonna do it for you anyway?

And that if they didn't, that you were the least qualified because the internet is Full of people more capable than you, right?

The world is full of people more capable than you. Your phone told you that, didn't it? So there's no point in you doing anything.

Is there?

X

People need people, in case you forgot. People need you, in case you forgot.

You're not an Unknown Other in my phone. You are person, in case you forgot.

My tribe has this saying that I know is shared with other natives "be a good ancestor"

A reminder that not only are we the product of the people who came before us, but the people after us will be products of us and our choices, too. That time is linear and goes forward and that how we spend that time matters. Not just for us, but for every single person who will come after us.

A reminder that even though we may be one person in a very long line, we are never ever without the power to change our future. That we have a responsibility to our community and family to use the time we are given for good. A reminder that the life I have isnt just for me. It's for a we.

That I am not just some Unknown Other. I'm a community member, I'm a person, and as such I owe it to my community to be better and demand better for them.

I think a lot of people need that lesson.

You're not an Unknown Other that nobody thinks about. Youre a community member and I actually think about you all the time.

I think about everyone who has resigned to doomerism all the time and I wish y'all would wake up. You're like the depressed cousin on the couch who naps too much and this is me trying to snap you out of it again.

Wake up.

You're loved and valued and people need you. Get up. Be a good ancestor.

[iloafeu]

BEST BELIEVE I'M STILL BEJEWELED!

summary. you know how to make a room light up just by your presence, and he loathes it. he hates how you always know how to make him feel warm inside, or how you always shine.

characters. scaramouche. alhaitham.

cw. fluff (obvi), both scara and haitham in denial.. highschool au! lowercase intended and not proofread

SCARAMOUCHE/WANDERER

scaramouche swears to the lords above that he hates you with every bone in his body.

you're so annoying to him, you always try to talk to him and follow him like a lost puppy. why do you keep doing that? why do you keep trying to talk to him? what's so special about him that catches your attention?

all these overbearing thoughts become not so overbearing once he hears your stupid voice call his name while you walk into the classroom, why is that you calling his name make him so warm?

"scara!" a nickname you started calling him. even after he's told you to stop calling him that, you never listen.. but he starts to like hearing it from you. and only you. he watches you walk over to his desk with what seems to be two wrapped lunchboxes in your hands, he starts to wonder whos the other one for. maybe that was a bad idea because the thought of you giving someone else a lunch makes his stomach churn in a way he doesn't like.

he takes one last glance at the lunchbox and looks back up at your now sitting figure "whos that for?" he points at the lunchbox trying his best not to seem irritated at the fact that it could be for someone else- someone you like.

that thought alone makes him more irritated than ever, he's never felt this agitated over a stupid lunchbox. it's all your fault, you made him this way. this is why he hates you so much! you make him overthink and overreact to the smallest things.

you place the two lunchboxes on his desk "oh this is for you!" you smile brightly and push one of the lunchboxes towards him "I noticed you don't really eat school lunch so I decided to make you something homemade, I hope you don't mind.." you fiddle with your fingers while eagerly waiting for a response or reaction from him.

scaramouche can feel his entire body become warm— especially his face, you noticed him? you took time out of your day to make him something so he wouldn't starve? you were right too, he hates the school lunch so he doesn't eat it. he slowly takes the lunchbox and for the first time he mumbles a small 'thank you' to you, probably the last time as well.

if it was even possible he watches your smile brighten as you clearly feel satisfied of his reaction "you're welcome!" you giggle and open your own lunchbox.

one day maybe he'll get over his self claimed "hatred" and maybe you can make him lunch for him and eat with him everyday, with a kiss on the side as well.

ALHAITHAM

nobody really talks to alhaitham and he would like to keep it that way, he hates socialization and would rather keep to his studies and stay in the nice quiet place he's built for himself.

but when you come around? that nice quiet place he's built starts to crumbles down, and he hates you for that. stop trying to make the effort of becoming friends with him. he clearly doesn't want anything to do with you.

alhaitham claims that he despises you and your "overly bright and talkative nature" but it's also one of the things he looks forward to seeing everyday he walks into class.

even when he tries his best to ignore you, the way you still talk to him about everything and how you greet and ask him how he's doing every morning makes him feel nice inside, you've even started walking with him to and from school once you found out he lives near you!

one day he overheard that you didn't study for the upcoming test and he scoffed, maybe you shouldn't be going out with friends all the time and start studying more.

but then he catches himself asking you to help study with him in the school library for the next 2 hours you have until the test. he actually didn't need help at all, he basically had the entire thing down already but he just wanted an excuse to be the one who spends time with you studying, nobody else.

alhaitham watches you bite the inside of your cheek in concentration over a question that has you struggling internally and he takes the chance to examines your features. he claims he hates you so much, but to him you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on.

sighing to himself he feels his heart race in his chest, he doesn't understand why he feels this way with you but the idea of him starting something new with you makes him feel warm and nice inside.

you might not notice it but he continues to look at you with adornment in his eyes like you were the brightest jewel.

[cocobeanncteez]

Song Series One-shot: Song Mingi - Always Been You by Chris Grey

Genre: angst, fluff, exes to lovers au, non-idol au

Pairing: mingi x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Disclaimer: Please note that my Song Series One-shots are purely based on how I personally interpret the lyrics of the songs I chose for this series. It is not based on the music video (if it has one).

The night sky is a canopy of stars as Mingi drives through the familiar quiet streets. His mind drifts back to memories of you— the laughter, the shared moments, and the way your eyes would light up when you were happy. It’s been months since you last spoke, but tonight, something pulls him in your direction.

As he approaches your street, he feels a tug in his chest, an undeniable pull towards the place that once felt like home. He turns onto your street, his heart racing with each passing mile. The familiar sight of your condo comes into view, and he pulls up to the curb, the engine humming softly as he hesitates.

Taking a deep breath, Mingi steps out of the car and walks up to your door. He raises his hand to knock, but the door opens before he can. There you stand, looking just as surprised to see him as he is to be there.

All Mingi could think was how beautiful you looked right now, even though you were in sweatpants and your hair was sort of messy.

"Mingi?" you ask, your voice a mix of shock and a hint of something else—something like hope.

"Y/N," he replies, his voice barely a whisper. "I... um, sorry, are you going somewhere?" His tone was confused, and he wondered if perhaps you were going to see someone else. But it was also quite late. Maybe you were going to see your neighbor?

"I was about to head to the convenience store," you replied, shifting your weight onto your other leg.

"Ah, I see..."

"What are you doing here, Mingi?" You questioned, wondering if he had a little too much to drink tonight.

"I was driving," he hesitated, "and I couldn’t stop thinking about you." Oh, so he wasn't drinking.

You stood there in silence, reading his face. The cold air blowing outside interrupts you, and you step aside, allowing him to enter. "Come in. It's really cold outside."

The familiar scent of your home envelopes him, a mix of your perfume and something uniquely you. You both sit down on the couch, a silence stretching between you. It's the kind of silence that holds weight, filled with unspoken words and lingering feelings.

"Why now?" you finally asked, your eyes searching his. Honestly, the reason for your breakup was stupid; the two of you were just being immature over the smallest of things and refused to communicate properly, resulting in unnecessary misunderstandings. The relationship overall wasn't bad, and those issues were definitely fixable if both parties put in the effort to make it work. Yet, the two of you were too stubborn and too prideful to try.

Mingi sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I tried to move on, Y/N. I really did. But no matter what I did, a part of me was always with you," he stated, "I couldn’t find peace without you."

You looked down at your hands, your fingers nervously tracing patterns on the couch. "I tried too, Mingi. But nobody else felt right. It’s like I was just going through the motions, waiting for something... or someone." Him. You were waiting for him all along. You didn't want to make the first move though.

He reaches out, his hand covering yours. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver down your spine. "It’s always been you, Y/N. I realize now that no one else could ever take your place," he says, "I... I still love you, no matter how much I've tried to deny it."

Tears well up in your eyes as you meet his gaze. "Mingi, I’ve missed you so much. It’s been so hard being apart, but I was afraid to hope, afraid to believe that we could have another chance."

Mingi moves closer, his forehead resting against yours. "I got everything to lose here, Y/N. But if there's even a small chance that we can make this work, I want to try. I need to know if we can be what we were always meant to be."

You close your eyes, letting his words wash over you. "I want to try too, Mingi. I want to see if we can find our way back to each other."

You found it ironic how the two of you were openly communicating. The months spent apart seemed to have brought a change in both of you. Maybe it was a sign that this time, things would work.

He cups your face in his hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. Finding none, he leans in and kisses you. It’s a gentle kiss at first, familiar, tentative, and filled with months of unspoken emotions. But as you respond, the kiss deepens, becoming a passionate declaration of all that you’ve both held back.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless. Mingi smiles, his eyes shining with unshed tears. You smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you.

In that moment, with Mingi by your side, you feel a sense of peace and belonging you haven’t felt in a long time. The future is uncertain, but with him, you know you can face anything.

Because in the end, it’s always been him for you, and it's always been you for him.

[juviabrainrot]

hello, again - a nalu fanfic

synopsis: lucy heartfilia recently moved back to her hometown after leaving for the big city 6 years prior. she then runs into familiar faces like natsu dragneel- her old best friend- in the worst way possible. now trying to rekindle their friendship, will it develop into something more than just best friends?

chapter 3: confrontations words: 1060

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last moments from chapter 2...

I started unboxing all my stuff and putting them into their respective areas.

I purposefully didn’t open the smallest box till last- the box containing all my un-mailed letters to Natsu within the past 3 years. The letters I was too scared to mail, thinking he may hate me and wouldn’t want to see them, wouldn't want to think of me more. And then now I’m back here in Magnolia, taking a more tremendous step than sending out measly letters.

I picked up the box and fiddled with it for a second. Was I ready to let go of the past, and move on to the future? Would Natsu be able to do the same? I wanna be his friend again. No- best friend.

I looked at the trash bin next to my desk, and threw away the ugly past.

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Lucy pov- the next day

"Where in the world is room 2-109?" I asked Levy as we walked through the academy. School starts tomorrow, and Levy offered to give me a tour so I wouldn't be lost on my first day.

"Hmmm... well it's in the second building on the bottom floor. Who's the teacher?"

"Mr. Clive for Physics"

"Yikes. I heard he's kind of a bad teacher; doesn't really put much of an effort into teaching."

I sighed, "I feel like more and more teachers are turning out like that nowadays." Levy chuckled and hummed in agreement. We walked out of the first building and started walking to the second, where my last class- Mr.Clive- is.

Later...

I told Levy I was going to the store so I could get some last minute snacks to munch on for the week, but that wasn't the actual reason I was leaving. I was leaving so I could go to our spot: the place we would go when we wanted to escape everyone, and everything. It was a part of the beach that nobody went to- mostly because it had a lot of erosion separating the ocean from the dry sand.

I parked my car in the nearly empty parking lot and walked out to our spot. The sun was starting to set and the waves were settling down. It reminded me of that day that I told Natsu I was leaving.

When I got there, all the old memories came flooding back- like the time when we were 11 and Natsu got down to go to the ocean and couldn't get back up because of the erosion. He tried climbing back up and nearly got suffocated by sand when it collapsed on him. I miss his ignorance.

I sat down on the sand and watched the boats roam back and forth. It was serene. I sat there for a while until I heard someone clear their throat. I looked over to find Natsu standing there. The slight breeze was making his hair flow to the side and he hung his hand on his head trying to stop it from going crazy.

"What're... what're you doing here?" he asked. I looked down at my hands and started playing with them, "I don't really know"

He sighed and sat down a couple of feet away from me. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, but it felt like hours.

"Did you know I was here?"

"Kinda. I saw you leave campus and figured you'd be here," he then looked at me with sad eyes, "I guess I was right."

"I guess you were" I responded, looking back at him, "So, do you still come here a lot?"

"Not really. I did at first, but after a while it was getting a little sad. I only come when I get upset or something's really bothering me."

"Am I bothering you being here? Is that why you came to our spot?" I questioned. He frowned and looked back out into the ocean, "Yeah."

"I'm... I'm sorry Natsu..." I trailed off," I'm sorry I stopped responding to your messages. I'm sorry I left so suddenly." Even with his face to the side, I could see the anger and sadness in his eyes.

"Why did you stop responding?" he asked in a hurtful tone.

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out besides "My..."

He looked at me with visible agony written all over his face, "Your what!?"

I sighed, "My mom got sicked and died Natsu." His face softened while his eyes got larger. "Layla... died...?" he asked, perplexed.

"Yeah. About a year after we moved, she got pneumonia and died a week later. She's always had such a frail body, and that's what bit her in the butt," I felt the tears welling up in my eyes, "It was really tough at first Natsu. For a couple of weeks I could hardly get out of bed, hardly want to live. She was my rock after moving. and then she just left without saying goodbye to the world. I shut everyone out, even my dad. I just stopped talking for a while."

He frowned, "I'm sorry Lucy. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you."

"No, I'm sorry Natsu. I'm the one who shut you out, and didn't even let you help- more or less let you know what was happening. I swear I wanted to talk to you, but after a while I wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to me."

He huffed a little and scooted closer to me, draping his arm over my shoulder, "It's alright."

"But it's not!" I cried, "I hurt you Natsu, and I can never come back from that! I never intended to hurt you, but I was so lost for a while and was oblivious to what was going on around me. And now I come back here out of the blue and take you by surprise. I can't imagine all the old emotions coming back up after suppressing them for so long. I'm sorry."

He wiped the tears streaming down my cheeks, giving me a sorrowful look. "It's.. fine. I understand. I was just hurt for a while, I eventually moved on."

I hugged him and dug my face into his chest, "I missed you Natsu."

"Not as much as I missed you."

Later...

I walked back into my room with a bag full of snacks and plopped down on my bed. I sandwiched my head in between my pillow and let out a loud grunt. Why was I so stupid? Why didn't I just man up and talk to him? I felt the side of my bed dip and a hand run up and down my back.

"What's up Lu?" Levy asked sincerely. I looked up at her and broke down. She held me while I wailed like a baby caressed my back. I told her everything; I told her about me leaving, my mom dying, shutting everyone out, shutting Natsu out, feeling like I hurt Natsu coming back.

She sighed, "You know, everyone makes mistakes. You were young and naive. Just because you messed up then, doesn't mean you're messing up now. You can't move on if you're still dwelling in the past. Fill those holes that you caused, and make new unforgettable memories. Remember that."

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A/N: i took a few days to upload this because i was reading another fic AND TELL ME WHY THE LAST CHAPTER WAS 23K WORDS 😭 i cannot relate. anyways, thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed it <3

[starfragment1979]

Aaand this right here is why I try to avoid Facebook nowadays, although to be fair most of the internet is a cesspool.

This is in a *long covid support group*, in response to a video someone else posted about how ridiculously high covid rates are right now and encouraging kids going back to school to wear masks.

The cognitive dissonance in this reply is astounding, how they can say "covid nearly killed me" and then in the next breath say "let kids be kids." Like, what, just let 'em die? Or become disabled, possibly permanently? Just normal kid stuff, ammirite?

My own kid is being homeschooled this year, for a variety of reasons--they're neurodivergent, and their needs were not being met in public school--but covid is also absolutely one of those reasons. My second covid infection *wrecked* me to the point where I am homebound, and mostly bedbound on bad days. My immune system is garbage, and I keep seeing articles comparing long covid to HIV. I literally didn't know what another covid infection would do to me--I can't even risk a simple cold or the flu. My body would not be able to handle all the viruses my kid would inevitably bring home from school, and I also can't stand the idea that they could become as sick as I am now.

And I don't think it's a "terror mindset" to want to keep myself and my family safe. It's just basic risk management to minimize exposure and to mask when necessary. A mask is not even a big deal. But the fact that so many people have this kind of thinking means that ***nothing will ever change*** and people are going to keep dieing and sick people will get sicker and that disabled and at-risk people like me will be forced to be more and more isolated because nobody is willing to make the smallest effort--like wearing a fucking mask--to keep us safe.

[lovehyyuntold]

hiii <3 sorry it took me like forever to send this to you, i just couldn't find the right words to express my gratitude.

your reblog was so nice, i think i shed a tear or two ngl 😭 i've been writing for a long time, even before this blog, and i have to admit that i've been discouraged a lot (that's why i never finish my stories lmao). anyways, what you said about reading 'lost warmth' made me realise that maybe, all this time and effort i put into this hobby isn't for nothing. really, thank you so much!! there was so reason for you to be this nice to me but you were and i'm just 😭 sobbing really.

your words really made my whole day, week even 🩷 and i swear this is the nicest thing someone has ever said to me. I hope that somehow, i will be able to return all the joy your beautiful self managed to make me feel <3

I hope you have the best day ahead, and don't forget to take care of yourself!! 🩷 i'll be back to scream in your reblogs whenever you post another masterpiece (i'll be the first one there, nobody is beating me 😡)

also, i would loove to read those two stories you mentioned!! if you ever want to share, i'm here <3 getting to read your writing is an honour in itself 🩷

Oh dear, hellow, hi <3

I feel slightly flustered to even answer your ask, ahh. Please, let me tell you, I couldn't even express half of what your writing felt to me at that time. I am so honored, truly, for you to say you shed a tear to my comment, I actually don't even know how to feel right now?

I'm so awkward, help. But genuinely speaking, Lost Warmth absolutely broke me to the core. As odd as this sounds, I can be quite self-indulgent when it comes to angsty stories. Up to the point where my friends call me sadistic as a joke. They believe that it's more challenging for me to write a happier ending compared to a bitter one. Sometimes I find myself in that spot, which I slightly need to work on, but I think that's why your story clicked so much.

Lost Warmth flickered inspiration including another story (that I seem to have forgotten the title too) in me that I ended up writing about the seasons, the feelings these changes emits yet the loneliness stayed. While your story showcased one's feelings that stayed, even after being apart—the love, the memories, its still there, and its agonizing. I cried, heavily. I think I was sitting on the couch one day, a little bit of downpour, and the perfect weather for your fic. I ended up watching and listening to Winter Falls on repeat after. A huge point from this is that, if I had not read your fic, if I had not stumbled upon your story, I wouldn't have received the amount of inspiration I had that day.

I went through my drafts and the dates, I genuinely starting writing winter first—which felt so perfect for each year, winter ends and starts us off. So thank you for that, for posting that story, I wish I had said all of this sooner, I wish more people could share their honest thoughts in stories, because inspiration thrives within these narratives.

hdjshsjsh nice to you? YOU'RE SO KIND TO ME TOO 😭 I genuinely kicked my feet after seeing that reblog, now this ask 🫠

A lil turn in convo, when it comes to writing, discouragement comes in so many forms: writer's block, lack of energy, overthinking, lack of feedback, nobody to talk to when it comes to the story, etc. I really truly wish that every story, even if people don't write their thoughts, it could pop up in our notes, even the smallest telling of an emotion they felt while reading. But anywho, you telling me about your support is the absolute sweetest thing ever, thank you, thank you so much.

I hope to return more feedback to your stories when the time comes 🤗 you take care of yourself as well, okay? I'll come out of nowhere and beat whoever's making your day miserable—you need to have a beautiful one. 🥰

As for my stories, it's actually only one but I made a 100 word story which is why I said two. But it was like a starter pack (I wrote it for a friend, like a little snippet of your story in I guess a different sense?) for the actual seasons story. However, since you're interested, dm me anytime whenever you're ready, and I'll send screenshots from my drafts 🥺🩷

[godlyhermitcrab]

Not to be cynical, but...

Having just graduated a couple of months ago, life kinda sucks right now. I can’t get a job, employers are still rejecting me, and I still have family members asking me if I have a job yet. Whenever they ask they just come off as so ignorant, “Oh computer science, there’s a lot money in that” they say as if they know what it’s like being asked to have 2+ years in experience in something I just graduated from. But they don’t know any better so I just smile and nod as if it’s nothing.

I think my ideal life is just one where it’s me and my dog, in an apartment, where nobody worries about me, and I can just do what I like. It just bothers me to have to be hounded by everyone over what my life is like, what I should be doing, everybody around me trying to fix my problems. Sometimes I just wish I could take everything at my own pace, but unfortunately, life doesn’t move like that...

Every time my stepdad comes home from work, I have to get the “So what’d you do today?” in a passive aggressive tone, because I don’t usually do much. I usually have to come up with something, because if I say “Not much” then I’ll get the “Well you should...”, “I want you to...”, “Have you tried...?”. I know they’re just trying to help, which is why I don’t say anything, it’s something better kept to myself, anyways. 

I don’t even consider much of what I do very significant. I could have worked all day, and I would still say “Not much”, but that’s not enough. He needs details, I swear it’s like he needs a detailed report of everything I did at every hour of the day.

This is compounded with me slowly realizing that I don’t really much motivation to anything. Before, school was my motivation. I programmed and coded because I knew that would get me closer to graduation. Now, though, I realize that I don’t feel like coding or programming, even just for fun. School was one of the few things that kept me going.

At the very least I know I like learning. I believe that if money were no object, I would just go to school forever, getting a new degree every time. But it’s not like there’s really a way to get paid for that (At least not that I know of). So for now that is sort of a dead end.

The worst part is the laziness. Like I seriously lack a motivation to do much of anything. There’s a lot of things I could do to improve my life, but I never feel like doing any of them. Why? Why can’t I just strive to be a better person? Instead I lay down or sit inert, doing the same things over and over again, ditching responsibilities all the way. I could work out, I could try to learn a new programming language, I could wake up earlier in the mornings, but instead I stay up late with video games again. Why?

I think I would do more coding stuff, like I would love to work on personal projects or something, but I can never bring myself to do it unless it is completely original and has never been done before, which is a dumb notion to start with. I would love to program Terraria mods, which I have kinda worked on. The moment I get to sprite work though, i stop. Either that or I realize that the mod does nothing new, and if I did want to do something new, that would require real effort, so I stop.

Why do I find it so hard to do stuff for my own sake, happy as long as I did my best? Even in school I was happy with mediocre work, as long as I did my best, because the requirements and what made it a good assignment were clearer cut. If I’m left to judge even smallest amount of work I’ve done, I just hate it and give up on it.

It doesn’t matter how many strategies I read or advice I hear to help with things like that, I can never actually internalize that information and use it. Stuff like that is always easier said than done, and somehow I can never just output the effort to make that change happen. It really is very demoralizing.

I guess I’m done with this post now. This is definitely stuff I should be telling a therapist/counselor, but until I get that help, I’ve been needing to get these thoughts into the world for a very long time, so I might be posting stuff like this just to get it out there. Also, please try to avoid judgement on anything I said, I am just a stranger on the internet, after all. Thanks for reading, if you did. Hopefully I can look back on this one day and be happier about how much I’ve grown.

[neveryourbbgirl]

Hey, I recently got diagnosed with bpd my therapist says quiet subtype.

I am really upset over it because I feel like nobody is ever going to love me now

I feel ashamed

I feel so upset that I cannot just be normal. That something as small as not getting a text back fast enough can make me split on someone and assume that they are using me or a liar and a cheater.

I’m really struggling with it.

how did you manage to get into such a good healthy relationship without it ruining everything? I start pushing people away and I feel so sad suddenly out of nowhere by the smallest thing. I always knew I was not like other people and I felt things so intensely from the start but now I feel like…. Like there isn’t hope for me. Who can handle this shit?! Ya know? And it seems everywhere I turn people think BPD means no empathy and just a monster but that isn’t me.

idk I guess I’m asking what helped you and how long did it take for things to get better. A long time ago I think you mentioned having it so that’s why I ask. You seem so cool and like you’ve got your life in order and it feels so impossible for me idk where to start to get better.

First of all, BPD is a bitch and I’m so sorry that you are having to deal with it as well. I was diagnosed at 19 so I’ve been doing this for like 11 years now.

And as much as I seem like I have it together, I don’t. Thankfully I found a kind and considerate partner who understands what I lack and helps me be better. I’m able to come to him and tell him when I’m needing more reassurance, even tho I know he’d never do anything to hurt me. I have ruined a lot of relationships with my flip outs, and I got sick of it. I have taken all the shit that made my last relationships not work (on my end) and not done that with him. I don’t lose my mind and scream at him, I don’t accuse him of cheating all the time, I don’t do stuff to get back at him, etc; all things BPD used to convince me were okay because “they started it.” I think about every action I take and what’s gonna happen in the long run because of it. With the right stability and support, it’s so much easier to manage. I still have my slip ups, but I’ve also learned to take ownership of them and apologize then actively work at correcting the behaviors in the future.

Seeing the way people behave to BPD is a huge trigger to me. The second I say I have it, everyone has their mind made up on how I am. I know multiple people who have it and refuse to correct their shit because that’s just how they are. It makes us all look bad. Seeing things not in black and white is just harder for us, we struggle to see the grey, but it’s not impossible. CBT therapy really helped a lot. I also read so much about it. I avoid the writings about how hard it is to be with someone with BPD because that really tends to vilify us, and it’s unfair. Those of us wanting to be better aren’t the same as the people who have just accepted the disorder.

My biggest recommendation is being in the best place you can be before starting a relationship, talking to your partner about your biggest insecurities and issues, and having them do research to understand your brain as well. I can say that Chase reading about BPD and knowing the way it works has really saved us so much, he understands what I need and it allows me to understand what he needs. Also the most important relationship tip will always be healthy communication. Idk, I got lucky with Chase. I’ve never had someone like him before, someone who is willing to put in the effort. And that’s the biggest reason I can make it work and seem like I have my shit together.

If you wanna talk more, you can message me not on anon and I can try to send you some resources that have helped me.

Most importantly, just for you; you are not a monster, your brain is just wired differently. 😘

[hereforhalstead]

Hungry Eyes

*Gif not mine, credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader 18+

• Requested: Yeeeess by my bestie @halsteadlover who always sets the bar so high and provided me with this.

reader's friend that come to visit her and Jay is jealous but nobody knows about their relationship so he can't even say anything about it and then he corners Reader when they r alone and shows her who she belongs to iykyk kwnejekwnsked i know this is a shitty idea but whit ur writing bestie it'd be ✨ chef's kiss ✨’i

• Warnings: swearing/Daddy kink/smut references

• Summary: Jay gets jealous after an old friend turns up at the district to ask you out for lunch and reminds you who you belong to.

• Words: 4218

• A/N :lysm you’re the best but pls don’t come after me if this disappoints hahah Enjoy🤭

***

You woke up with that feeling in the pit of your stomach that you didn’t like, instantly feeling sick with nerves for no explanation. You tried to start your morning as best and to routine as you could to try and push out the thoughts but nothing worked. 

You made your way into the kitchen to grab some ice out of the freezer for your drink, you found yourself gazing out of the window being transfixed on cars going by. You flinched as you felt a squeeze on your sides, you looked over your shoulder to see Jay’s mischievous smile grinning back at you, a sight that would always put your mind to rest but on this day it wasn’t doing the trick. 

He softly pulled on the round neck of your tshirt, exposing your shoulder to which he placed a light kiss to your skin “Everything alright?” he questioned, still stood behind you as you filled your glass. You nodded in response but you both knew this wasn’t enough for him, you span to exit the kitchen but he stood his ground to block your path.

“You wanna trying lying to me again?” he probed, gently outlining the side of you face with his fingers. You pressed your lips into his cheek but he still wouldn’t budge “Jay, I’m fine” you attempted to reassure but he simply gave a light chuckle in response.

 “Baby, you know I call out people who lie for a job. Right?” You lean your head forward onto his chest and huff “Just one of those days” you mumble into his shirt and he tuts “And you couldn’t tell me that because?”.

You look up at him and roll your eyes “Because doofus, now you’ll be watching my every move when you need to be focusing on yourself” You push your finger into his chest as you speak, he flicks his eyes down onto your hand and then back up to your worried expression “We’ll be fine. Always are, I know how to look out for both of us” he leans in to place a chaste kiss to your lips but you still feel that sinking feeling wasn’t going anywhere fast.

 “How do you always know what to do to make me feel better?” you tease, trying your best to ignore the wave of anxiousness overwhelming your body “It’s just as much of my job as it is to be a detective” he proudly replies and you can’t stop the smile creeping on your face “Smooth” you compliment, earning another toothy grin from your boyfriend 

“Come on you, the quicker we get out of here the quicker we get home”. He slings an arm round your shoulder before stopping to pick up the drink you had previously poured yourself as he calmly reassures “Don’t worry about it. Everything’s gonna be fine”

***

As normal, Jay drops you off in his truck a few roads away from the district. You’d both decided it was best to keep your relationship between yourselves for the time being as god knows word spreads fast within Chicago and Voight would be less than impressed to say the least. 

Seeing how he reacted to Kim and Adam served as a warning of how harsh he can be and implement punishments for the smallest of things. He often eyes the pair of you so you have an inclining he’s caught on but as far as you’re aware you’d gotten away with it so far which seemed a miracle. There’d been a few close encounters, you and Jay getting carried away in the evidence room, one acting out when the other is in danger or the most popular one being when either one of you is hit on and you can’t say a word. 

Jay found this the hardest as Voight encouraged you to use your charm and sarcastic character on suspects, often helping to break their barriers and admit things they didn’t know they were admitting. This came at a cost, you openly flirting with another man in the interview room was now a regular occurrence and to Jay’s dismay he was often sat right by your side as you did so. 

Most of the time you had fun with this as it never took much to get Jay jealous, a simple double take at you had him aggravated within seconds so for you to have taken on the role as ‘Intelligence flirt’ did not sit well with him. You’d considered having words with Voight about it, expressing how it made you uncomfortable but as much as sometimes you didn’t like it, it did often lead to success so you had to put your dignity to one side and do the job at hand. 

It was another one of those days where you were called into the interview room as soon as you walked up the stairs, Jay handing you a paper file as he passes your desk. Just like every morning, acting like you hadn’t been in bed together just a few hours earlier or traipsing round his apartment in nothing but his T-shirt.

“He’s just your type” Kim calls out to you, smirk beaming from her face “and how do you know what my type is?” you sarcastically respond, eyebrow cocked in confidence “Believe me, I know what your type is” she is quick to reply, already back focusing on a pile of paperwork sat in front of her. You narrow your eyes at her and then cast your eyes over to Jay who is still enthralled by the thought of you.

“Will you just get in there and do you thing. We need to nail this bastard” Voight’s rough voice echos out, hurrying you to hang your coat up on the way to the interview room “Good luck” Jay announces with an amused tone “I think you’re the one who needs the luck” you hit back. He bores his eyes down to you as he leans forward to open the door with one hand and allowing you to enter the room first. 

The suspect immediately slumps back in his chair as you slam the thick paper file onto the desk “Think you better sit up and pay attention sunshine, I haven’t got all day” you jest, Jay remaining stern in the seat next to you as he’s ready to play good cop bad cop. “Oh I can tell I’m gonna like you already” his eyes roam about your body but Jay is quick to harshly click in front of the mans face to distract him “Eyes up here big man”. 

You conceal your laugher, not even 2 seconds in and Jay’s pissed off “Why don’t you let her do the talking pretty boy” the suspect flirts and you scoff “You’re already looking at 25 years in jail if you don’t start talking so we’ll get started if you don’t mind” you open the file in efforts to break eye contact with the suspect but Jay was still showing a disgruntled stare over the table “I’m all yours”. 

***

Safe to say the interview didn’t get much better, no matter how much you leaned into him, he wasn’t saying a word. Forcing you to try and go above and beyond with the flirting technique but still nothing. You marched back into the office with Jay, him stuck at your side but staying silent when usually there would be some form of sarcastic comment but today there was nothing.

 “How could you say he was my type, are you blind? He was about 50 with half a mouth of teeth and I can’t imagine the last time he showered” you call out to Kim who laughs “My idea of fun” she contests, handing you a cup of coffee “Hilarious” you comment under your breath as she returns to her desk next to you. 

You were still reeling from the interview, annoyed at yourself for not getting him to break so you could charge him with more but by the sounds of it, it wasn’t his first offence so knew how to play the game and also play you. You scanned the pages in front of you, head in your hands as you sat propped with your elbows on the desk “He was just a dick who knows how to work the system, don’t let it get to you” Jay speaks as he leans on the desk next to you. 

You huff and sink into your chair “Surprised you’re talking to me” you joke as Jay shrugs “Gotta do what you gotta do” he calmly admits, complete change of attitude to his normal tense and quiet self after these interviews but you still knew him well enough to know he was bluffing “Now who’s the one lying” you raise your eyebrows at him with a slight smirk across your face.

He leans down to you to speak but you hear Trudy clear her throat from behind him “Y/N, you got someone down here for you” she bitterly announces, you both turn to look at her as she spins to head back down the stairs “Did they give a name, or?” you ask after her but as per usual she was hardly in a mood to converse “Do I look like a receptionist? No” she tuts “Was cute though” you’re taken back as she adds her little comment and disappears back down the stairs. 

“Well, best get myself down to this hottie then” you stand from your seat, ensuring you graze yourself along Jay as you pass “Don’t wanna keep him waiting” you quietly add so only he can hear. 

He keeps his arms folded in front of his chest and watches you intently as you walk off, feeling his eyes burn into your back as you follow Trudy’s path down to the main area. Slight grin as you enjoyed winding Jay up and as much as he didn’t want to admit it he also got a kick out of it. 

Him watching you think you have the dominance in the relationship truly amused him, all while knowing he could have you pinned up against a wall and struggling to find words within seconds frequently crossed his mind as he sat watching you work opposite him. 

**

You got to the bottom of the stairs only to be met by an empty room, you look over to Trudy who is aimlessly scrolling on the computer and walk over to her desk “Where is he then?” you ask but get no response, instead she simply looks over your shoulder to the room next to the main doors. 

She glimpses back over to you before returning to her work “Always so helpful Trudy, what would I do without you” you mock, tapping the desk before turning to see who had asked after you.

You didn’t even have a chance to get yourself together before he was stood in front of you, your best friend from college who you hadn’t seen in years was stood before you and Trudy was right, he was looking just as cute as he did the last time you see him all those years ago. “There she is! The hot shot detective” he exclaims before engulfing you in his arms. 

It took you by surprise so took you a few seconds before you could grasp what was happening “Kyle? What are you doing here?” you pull back, leaving his arm still resting on your hip as he towered over you “My folks moved to Chicago a few weeks ago so thought I would come visit. Then remembered you worked here so made it all the more easier for me to take the trip” he happily admits as you nudge his shoulder “Still the flirt I see” you tilt you head and he nods “Can’t help it when it comes to you”. 

You come to your senses that you’re still stood in the middle of the open space at the district, Trudy without a doubt ogling at you from her desk and silently judging with her scowl and condescending manner. 

You take a quick sweep of the area to see if anyone else is around but it was just the two of you which made the silence even more awkward. As much as you wanted nothing more than to catch up with Kyle, this was hardly the ideal scenario as you could basically hear a pin drop and knew Trudy was listening in on every word. 

You check your watch and note it was nearly 1pm which led you to the perfect excuse of leaving “Wanna grab some lunch?” he questions to which you quickly agree “Let me just grab my stuff and we can go”.

Just as you turn to head back upstairs you hear Trudy call out from behind you “Chuckles, get Y/N’s bags for her will you. She's being whisked off for lunch on a hot date” whilst still facing away you subtly shake your head and huff “I’m gonna kill her” you joke, Kyle awkwardly laughs along with you which doesn’t help with the glare Jay was sending in your direction. 

“Thanks but I can get them myself, thanks though” you grimace to Trudy as you pass her desk “Won’t be long” you call back to Kyle who takes a seat on the chairs “Just text me if you need a moment before we go!” Jay shoots him a lingering glare, you nudge his shoulder to pull him from his trance with the aggravated scorn to Kyle.

 You place your hand onto the scanner and feel Jay breathing down your neck from how close he is stood behind you “So you’ve got a hot date?” he whispers, so quiet that you’re sure no one else heard “Don’t start” you warn as the door buzzes and loosens to allow you to open it.

“Don’t know what you mean” Jay innocently responds, still hot on your trail as you make your way up “Jay, your jealousy is showing” you tease with a hint of smugness in your voice “I don’t get jealous baby” he takes you off guard with the pet name but you try your best to act unfazed “A lot of lying going on today, isn’t there?”. 

You make your way over to your desk and rummage around in the drawers looking for the purse your usually leave in there with a few bank cards and loose change. “Who’s the hunk then Y/N?” Hailey asks from her desk on the other side of the room “It’s her boyfriend” Jay answers before you even have a chance to respond. You continue looking through your desk, rolling your eyes at his comment but grateful no one can see as you look down.

“He’s a friend from college” you correct him, shooting him a glare to which he sneers. “And he’s taking you to lunch? Lucky you” Kim adds, earning a less than impressed glance from Adam “I’m right here you know” he mocks and you laugh to yourself of the irony of Adam getting jealous when you knew Jay was sat there reeling and no one knew. 

“Wait, isn’t Kyle the one who-?” Kim starts but you widen your eyes her to give her the message to stop “The one who?” Kevin probes, aware that now everyone was in on this would only add to Jay’s annoyance “He wa-” Hailey speaks up “Uh” you interrupt, admiring the joy she had flashed across her face. Adam pats Kevin on the shoulder as he passes “Girl code bro, we’ll never find out”. 

“I didn’t know I was running a gossip circle? Back to it” Voight demands from the doorframe of his office. The team turn back to their work as you give up looking for your purse and decide to head to the lockers to see if you left it in there earlier in the week. 

Once in the hall, alone you run your fingertips over the creases in your forehead. Partly in trying to remember where you last had your purse but also wishing Kyle hadn’t come to the district or atleast gave you some forewarning that we was in town. 

That soon explains the reason for your gut feeling this morning that something wasn’t going to go right, although you were slightly relieved as it wasn’t half as bad as you expected when you first woke up and felt the anxiety swirling in your stomach but still wasn’t ideal. 

You leant your head against your locker before taking a deep breath, anyone would think you were being overdramatic but with the interview the morning where you had truly pushed yourself with the flirting already leaving Jay on the back foot this was not what you had in mind for the rest of the day. 

Normally, a quiet afternoon with the odd doting look and occasional private moment between the pair of you had you back in his good books but that was clearly out of the window and now with this he was just feeling worse. 

You searched in your locker but still no sign, you pulled out your phone to text Kyle and was shocked you still had his number after all these years. You clicked away on your phone before a presence in front of you makes you flinch. 

You look up to see Jay leaning with one arm on the locker and the other holding your purse “You can text your boyfriend to say your other boyfriend found your purse” he dangles the purse in front of you but snatches it back when you go to grab it “Jay, leave it alone” you taunt but he simply drops your purse on the bench behind you with a swift motion and turns to head out. 

Slightly shocked you don’t get more of a reaction out of him leaves you wanting more, a twisted affect he had on you when he left you craving him if he didn’t give you what you wanted.

“You don’t want me to introduce the pair of you then?” you call out, causing him to stop in his tracks on route to the door. You heart instantly picks up as you know you’ve got him “Do what you want” he spits out, still with his back to you. You make your way over to him and run your fingertip up and down his spine, causing him to shiver under your touch.

 “Someone in a mood?” you innocently ask, knowing full well what you’re letting yourself in for but using it as more motivation to keep going. He hangs his head in laughter and takes a moment before he inhales through his flared nostrils, even facing away from you you can see the bitter look on his face as he bites the inside of his lip in frustration. 

“Why don’t you just go and have a nice little lunch with your boyfriend and we’ll speak about this at home later” his calmness still confuses you and didn’t satisfy your craving and as much as you knew you shouldn’t provoke him you can’t help but continue to do so.

“You don’t Atleast want to know who he is? You could be letting me go to lunch with a murderer for all you know” you joke but he is not amused, not in the slightest. He deeply huffs which, to his frustration you know is a good sign you were getting what you wanted “No Y/N. I don’t want to know who the fuck he is” he finally bursts, turning in his spot and now staring down on you.

“I don’t give a shit who he is, I don’t give a shit what you’ve done together” the way his chest rises and falls in his passion truly awakes something within you and you no longer care how quick you feel overpowered by him.

“That’s not very kind” you respond, innocent tone paired with your eyelashes fluttering as you look up at Jay’s rage filled face.

“Kind? I don’t care about kind when it comes to other men flirting with my girl, baby” he starts taking steps towards you, forcing you to walk back under his demand. 

Your back soon hits the bank of lockers with a thud, his eyes filled his hunger as he rests his arm to the side of your head and leans into you “He was only my first fuck, no big deal” you mumble but his spiteful chuckle tells you he heard it loud and clear, slightly regretting your honesty when you’re truly under his thumb and not getting out of his hold anytime soon.

“Say that again” he taunts, hand gripped onto your waist and getting tighter with each heavy breath. You don’t say a word as you know nothing will help what you’ve just said, he leaves it a moment before he continues. 

“No?” He questions as you remain standing in silence, you shake your head to see the exasperation flashing across his face. “Why did you even tell me that?” He further asks and in all honesty you begin to question that yourself, you just knew it would be the worst thing you could admit and therefore it had to be done.

“Oh, I know why” he drops his head as he smiles to himself, hand running along his jawline as a smug smile makes its way onto his face. Not a second later his attention is back on you with the hunger in his eyes that you now desperately longed for.

“You want me to remind the name that I know you’re wishing you could moan right now” he teases as he pushes himself onto you further “straight up against these lockers, with my hand over your mouth to quieten them desperate pleas”. His eyes search your face for any form of resistance as he darts his knee inbetween your legs to separate them “Tell me I’m wrong baby?”.

You feel your body melt under his slightest touch, his words making you crumble into his grasp on you. With your mind no longer on Kyle or the fact you were at your place of work with the chance of getting caught at any moment “Your team just on the other side of that wall not having a single clue what’s going on”. He was clearly enjoying this as much as you were, his lips finding their way to your collarbone and lightly nipping at the skin.

“My girl wants me to fuck her so hard that she can’t even walk out of this room without me helping her” he proceeds to run his lips along your jawline, leaving lingering kisses as he goes “Not so mouthy now, hm?” He grasps at your hip to straighten you from your slumped position, feeling your legs turn to jelly as you yearn for his dominant touch “Use your words, baby”.

He catches you off guard with a deep and hungry kiss as his lips crash into yours, using his hand on the small of your back to steady you as you stumble from the sudden harshness. As you leaned into his desires, you wanted to use the tiniest bit of power you have left to well and truly push him over the edge. Something you knew that would have you playing this moment over in your head for weeks on end, him falling at your mercy and pushing him over the edge “Yes daddy”.

His eyes widen, something he had only heard you say a few times in the past but only after being encouraged at the height of passion and never on your own accord. The fingers digging into your hips told you all you needed to know, whether he liked to admit it, you’d won this hands down.

You run your to tongue over your bottom lip, now slightly swollen from the rough contact. His eyes follow your movement, the darkness in his eyes turning more intense as every second went by “oh baby” he chuckled, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist to lift you up and secure yourself to him with your legs wrapped round him and your back pushed up against the lockers “you have no idea what you’ve just let yourself in for”.

****

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[majestyeverlasting]

Can you write prompt(s) 40 & 48 with Dad!Bucky x reader pls?

♡ Of course! Thanks for sending this request in! For the kids, I went ahead and used Jamie and Eden, who are in my Dad!Bucky x Mom!Reader fics. There's cute and funny family ~shenanigans~ in this piece (and Eden ends up duping Bucky). I hope you like it!

♡ Prompt 40: "There it is. There's that smile."

♡ Prompt 48: "Those are my pajama pants. They're literally slipping down your waist."

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No Such Thing as Winning By Default Tonight

The way Jamie and Eden greeted Bucky at the door always gave him something to look forward to, to cherish. They were bouncing on the balls of their feet as if it had been ages since they last saw him. In reality, it had only been a span of hours since he’d left that morning. And with sparkling eyes, they waited for him to take off his backpack and shrug off the leather jacket. You’d spent the day out with them, and they were ready to tell their father about everything. From checking out new books at the library, going to the park, and even getting snow cones.

As soon as Bucky finished putting his things in the closet, he scooped Eden up and kissed her cheek. And he pulled Jamie into a hug after giving him a fist bump—the gesture was something the boy insisted they started doing everyday because it was ‘cool.’ It was important not to forget the explosion fingers right after, because that’s what made fist bumps even cooler.

The kids talked a mile a minute as they told Bucky about their day—as if their lives depended on it. Hundreds of people had told him hundreds of things over the years and, yet, listening to their words—and yours—added a value to his life that he hadn't, or couldn’t find anywhere else in the world. A smile stretched across your face when he entered the living room with Jamie and Eden on either side of him. You were sitting on the couch with the laundry basket on the floor in front of you. Folding clothes that, admittedly, should’ve already been taken care of.

Bucky shot you a wink when your eyes met his, and you felt the smallest flutter in your stomach. After spending the day with children, you were glad to have some adult company again. It helped that he was particularly attractive in his unshaven state. “Hey, stranger,” you teased, affectionately. “How was your day?”

“Not too bad,” he said, draping his arms over the kids’ shoulders. “From what these two were telling me, it sounds like you guys went around the world while I was gone.”

That earned a laugh from you. “It feels like we did. I’m not moving for the next week.”

Jamie snorted. “But don’t you have to move? You can’t just stay still,” he said. “You’re moving right now to fold the clothes.”

You gave him a flat look, narrowing your eyes. Everyone else laughed. “Well, in that case, mister, how about you three come do it for me so I don’t have to move?” Your tone was playful.

“Uhhh... Dad can do it. I forgot how to fold,” he lied.

“‘Dad can do it?’” Bucky repeated, looking down at him in feigned disagreement. If you truly needed a break, or wanted any sort of additional help, he’d step in a heartbeat—he always did.

“Wait, I’m actually pretty good at it,” Eden spoke up, leaving her father’s side to plop beside you. “Do you want me to help, Mommy?” Without waiting for an answer, she picked out one of her shirts from the basket.

It was then that Jamie decided he was going to assist too. Instead of joining the two of you on the couch, however, he sat crossed-legged on the floor, and dug to the bottom of the basket in search of his favorite race car graphic tee. The way their brows furrowed in concentration was adorable. And because they were no longer glued to Bucky, he was able to lean down and press a kiss to your temple, hands bracing on the plush arm of the couch. Before he could pull too far away, you cupped his chin and directed his lips to yours in a brief kiss, sighing through your nose. You felt him smile upon hearing the kids’ quiet giggles.

Eden’s voice soon arose. “Hey, Mommy, look. Is this good enough?” Bucky pulled away and straightened back to his full height, clearing his throat and running a hand through his hair.

On Eden’s lap was a white shirt printed with pink flowers that she had folded. “It looks great, E. Put it on the stack of your other stuff.” You pointed to the clothes of hers that you had already folded.

What you ended up finding later that evening was that one of the kids had accidentally placed Bucky’s navy blue pajama pants in your sleepwear drawer. Considering he was off in the playroom with them, you decided to put them on to go get a reaction out of him. You paired them with a gray V-neck.

When you walked in on him and the kids, they were winning in what appeared to be a play fight. They hovered over him as his back was against the floor. A helpless smile budded on your face as you stood watching in the doorway. He tried to prop himself up upon noticing you, but Jamie growled and pushed chest back down.

“Do you surrender?” He asked his father.

A laugh bubbled up Bucky’s throat. “Yes, I surrender.”

“I don’t believe him,” Eden told Jamie.

“I do! I promise,” Bucky said. “I just wanna talk to your mom.”

They let him sit up, and you caught the way his gaze traveled up your body. “Hey… those are my pajama pants,” he said, pushing himself from the floor to go stand in front of you. “They’re literally slipping down your waist.” To prove his point, he attempted to pull them up to a more proper resting place on your hips. But they slouched back down a bit when he let go.

“No they’re not," you challenged with a smile. "They’re mine."

“Oh, is that right?” He let his hands come to rest on your hips, and in turn you wrapped your arms around his neck, gazing into his eyes. “They look good on you,” he said, voice low. And before you could register his intentions, he reached around you to squeeze your backside.

Bucky chuckled at your small squeak and dipped down for a kiss. He was gentle, and warm, and smelled woodsy. When he started to pull away, you thought it was way too soon. But, a second later, you realized it was because Jamie had started tugging on the back of his shirt.

You stifled a laugh at the way he rolled his eyes before turning around. “May I help you?” He asked the boy.

“Can we do one more round?” Jamie asked. “But this time you have to go harder on us.”

Eden came to stand beside her brother’s side. “Yeah! And Mommy can be on a team with me and Jamie,” she said.

Bucky looked back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You up for that?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Maybe I should just watch. These pants probably make me wardrobe malfunction prone.”

He waved a dismissive hand. “You’ll be fine.”

That assurance is what landed you in a four-person play fight. Per Jamie’s request, Bucky does exert a little more effort. But he was still overly mindful that nobody got hurt in any other way. For the first few moments, you drew back and let Jamie and Eden make most of the advances on their father. They practically cackled every time he pinned them.

But he eventually locked eyes with you, and you knew he wasn't going to let you remain in the background of the action anymore. All you could do was squeal when he made a very direct advancement. Because you were already kneeling, it didn’t take much for him to force you the rest of the way to the floor. It happened so swiftly that all you could do was let out a surprised huff of laughter. Somehow he managed to capture both of your wrist.

“He’s got Mommy!” You heard Eden say. Then she came to your rescue by pushing his shoulder to divert his attention.

In the sliver of time before Bucky walked on his knees to get the girl, Jamie did a discrete signal to her that she nodded to. All it was was a quick swipe of his pointer finger down his cheek. And between you and Bucky, only you caught their quick exchange. It took a second for it to click that he had told her to fake cry. Or pretend to be hurt, at least.

As soon as Bucky gathered Eden into his arms, and lowered her to the floor in the most gentle 'slam' ever, she enacted their scheme. From her lying position, she winced and released a soft whine. There was no possible way that what he did could've caused any pain, but Bucky didn't even rationalize that. The only thing that rang in his mind was that he'd just hurt his little girl.

“Shoot! I’m sorry, babydoll.” He repositioned to sit in a narrow straddle, and coaxed her up to sit on his thigh. The tenderness of his voice made you want to tell him that she was fine. "What hurts, hmm?" She just continued pouting. Jamie put a hand over his mouth to hide either a smile or shock that it actually worked.

Bucky sighed as his eyes flickered over to you. All you could do was offer an expression that was likely a mix between neutral and guilty. Then he redirected his attention back to Eden and started pressing consoling kisses to her hair. When he noticed her beginning to smile, relief flooded through him. “There it is. There’s that smile,” he said. "I really am sorry, sunshine. Didn't mean to hurt you."

She craned her neck to look up at him. "Daddy..." she said, voice tentative. "I was just kidding..."

Jamie was quick to pitch in. "I only told her to so we could win by default or something. At least she's actually okay, right?" The hopeful edge to his tone made you bite back a smile. "Mom was in on it too." Snitch.

Bucky's mouth fell slightly agape, but he let out a small laugh a second later, shaking his head. "Wow," he breathed. "'Win by default,' huh? Give me a heart attack to 'win by default.'" In all fairness, it had been a somewhat mean trick. But nothing he couldn't recover from.

"I didn't even know if you were gonna believe me!" Eden claimed. She squealed when he suddenly laid onto his back, taking her with him. The sound of their mixed laughter filled the room, and the energetic buzz returned to the atmosphere.

Then Bucky made a proposal to your team. "You guys are gonna have to come save little miss from my arms if you wanna win for real," he said. "No such thing as winning by default tonight."

-

Previously fulfilled request: Cold Little Paws.

[lubdubsworld]

Change of Heart ( Taehyung ) ( Complete.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2    Chapter 3     Chapter 4     Chapter 5   Chapter 6  Chapter 7   Chapter 8    Chapter 9

Summary : Times are changing. After years of being oppressed, werewolves are taking a stand against humans , demanding equal rights and fair treatment. Heading the movement is Kim Taehyung, the breathtaking heir to the Kim fortune and one of the few remaining Alpha werewolves in the country. His disdain for the human race is well known and well warranted. They killed his family after all….. He wants to change the world , to put humans in their place but when his five year old daughter takes a shine to their very human neighbor , maybe he has to start with a change of heart , first.

: Pairing : Taehyung x OC / Werewolf AU!!

Genre : Romance, Explicit Content

Chapter 10

“Baby....you up?” Taehyung sleep heavy voice against my ear made me stir, blinking groggily as I tried to make sense of where I was. The window was still dark and I groaned. 

“What time is it?” I whispered and I felt the press of his lips against my shoulder, gentle and wet. 

“It’s a little past five in the morning.”

I whined in disbelief.

“Why would you wake me up so early?” 

I could barely see him in the darkness and I felt my breath catch when he moved to straddle my hips, hovering over me before grabbing the back of my thighs, spreading my legs apart and leaning down till the head of his cock pressed right up against my entrance. I felt myself clenching in anticipation and my body thrummed with the need to be filled, although I was still so sore from last night. 

“I’m sorry.... I need to head out but i wanted to...” Taehyung whispered, and I moaned when he kissed me  lightly, groaning when he slid right in, cleaving a way inside me, my walls pulsing around the hard length of. I flinched, the dull ache of it making me whimper a little and it took some effort to ground myself, to relax and not seize up against the intrusion. I could feel my heartrate speeding up, the last vestiges of sleep fading into the air. 

Taehyung, pressed gentle fingers to my waist, stroking my skin before running them up my torso, soft little touches to my ribs and up to my breasts, cupping the warm weight of them before rubbing his thumb over the tip till my nipples hardened. 

“So pretty...like this...” He whispered, pulling out and pushing back in and the movement jarred my insides , drawing a pout onto my lips. 

“you’re too big..” I complained and he responded by moving his hands to my knees, gripping the back of them and drawing them up and apart till I choked, spreading me so wide that my thighs screamed in protest, and he laughed at the look on my face .

“We should join a yoga class or something. Your flexibility is atrocious.” He commented mildly and I gasped, affronted. 

“What on earth-” He cut me off with a kiss, before grabbing my ankle and throwing my leg over his shoulder and pressing in closer, his cock sliding in even deeper. I choked out, laughing in sheer disbelief because I wasn’t made to bend like that. Nobody was. I was sure of it. 

“You’ll get used to it...” Taehyung laughed, “ Get used to me... Get used to my kisses and of course get used to my fat cock in you every damn night. ” he growled and the filthy words made me clench down on him, so hard that i almost cramped up. 

He kissed me slowly and I wrapped one arm around his neck, trying to breathe through the stretch of him fucking into me, each push and pull abrasive but amazing. . 

I stared at his beautiful face, trying to drink in the features, and I felt myself fall deeper, the look of affection in his gaze somehow so much more arousing than the things he was doing to me. And i realized how badly I wanted this...This and him for the rest of my life. 

And in the wake of it came the reminder that +my father was out there. 

A powerful man. 

A dangerous man who wanted Taehyung gone.

“Are you going to be in danger?” I whispered, pressing my palm against his face and he chuckled. He lightly grabbed my wrist and pressed a kiss to my palm before bringing my hand down to his shoulder and kissing me gently. 

“I always am.” He reminded me , lips brushing mine . It was far from reassuring and I gripped his shoulders harder, trying not to let the anxiety take over. 

“But you’ll be safe, right?” I demanded, willing him to look me in the eye and Taehyung gave me a soft smile.

“Would you miss me terribly if I was gone?” He grinned and I felt my entire body go ice cold at the very prospect of it , my lips parting and my mouth going sandpaper dry.  Taehyung’s smile faded at once, his arms tightening around me. 

“Hey...hey... I was just joking...baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have joked about that. Rae, I’m going to be fine... Look at me. ” He whispered urgently and I curled my fingers into his shoulders, trying to breathe. 

“Hey...Come on, Rae.. Don’t look so scared. ..” He pressed kisses to my cheeks and I swallowed.

“Don’t underestimate my father. Tae....“ I said hoarsely.” He has so much more to lose than you do. He’s desperate and I don’t want you to be blindsided by anything. “ I whispered. 

He nodded.

“i know. i won’t. Now come on, let me make you feel good, yeah?” He kissed me again and I hugged him. He picked up the pace, thrusting into me faster and I closed my eyes, gripping his waist and hanging on as he sent my senses into overdrive. 

My mind was still too worried to experience any sort of overwhelming pleasure but I liked this. 

Liked having him like this, over me, inside me and wrapped all around me,. 

It meant he was safe. At least for this moment, he was here and he was safe. 

I felt the moment his orgasm hit him, warm wetness spilling into me and I closed my eyes at the sensation, blushing for some reason.

This time i felt him swelling inside me again and I froze, panic starting before I could stop it and he hugged me closer, lips pressing soothing kisses as he stroked my skin, gently soothing. 

“it’s okay baby... You’re mine... You were made for me. it won’t hurt... I promise.” He whispered, holding me closer, and I swallowed, bracing myself . 

“Oh, God, Taehyung... “ I whispered, burying my face into his shoulder as he pressed in a little deeper and he was right. It didn’t hurt, it felt overwhelming, like it was too much and like I was going to absolutely explode but it didn’t hurt. ....

Taehyung trembled a little, as he tried not to move, his knot lodging itself deep inside me, so deep that the smallest movement sent pin pricks of sensation all over my body. It didn’t even feel weird or animalistic anymore I thought , awed. it felt normal. Felt like us. Him and I locked together. Felt natural.  Or maybe the early morning grogginess was making me mellow. Maybe once i had my head on straight, I’d be more terrified. 

He groaned into my shoulders, body going lax on top of me and I choked a little because he was heavy, but there was a dull throbbing pleasure in it, the weight of him grounding me. 

I stared up at the ceiling, stroking the back of his head as he shuddered a little inside me. 

Time seemed endless as he stayed inside me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy, even as I heard his breathing even out.

Wasn’t he supposed to leave? 

But I couldn’t bring myself to wake him up. 

For a few more minutes, I stayed still, watching the windows grow lighter and as the first rays of the morning sun began spilling into the room, I felt sleep take over. 

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“I won’t be going in at all. The Narcotic department is going to handle the whole thing. You know Namjoon and Seokjin right? They’re the one who’re going to be there and they’re going to make sure things go smoot. I’m going to be safe ...in the comfort of my luxurious office .... “ Taehyung’s voice  sounded completely steady and firm through the phone and i willed myself to trust him. 

Luna sat in my lap, happily sketching on a drawing pad as we sat cross legged in front of the huge French Windows in Jungkook’s apartment. Jungkook himself was in the kitchen, whipping up some milkshakes for us. 

I sighed deeply.

“ Can we come over today then? It ends today right?” I asked urgently. I buried my nose in Luna’s hair and the sweet scent of green apple and strawberries made me melt. She turned around to flash me a wide grin, eyes dancing with happiness. 

Taehyung didn’t respond for a few seconds. When he did, his voice was low and soothing. 

“I’m not sure Rae. These men, they aren’t the kind of people I can take lightly. There are going to be repercussions and I don’t want anything to happen to you or Luna. You’re safe there. Jungkook’s going to stay with you till I come get you and I’ve hired enough men to keep watch. I just need to hang around long enough to make sure we end this cleanly. “

“Okay. I love-”

“Don’t.” He said softly. 

I blinked.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s the first time I’m hearing you say that. I’d rather hear it in person.” Taehyung said softly. 

I laughed.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Only for you. Now, what is my feral daughter upto?” 

“Luna, Dada wants to talk to you...” I handed the phone over to her and she squealed.

“Hi Daddy....” She said cutely. “ When are you coming home daddy?” 

I couldn’t hear his side of the conversation but the pout on her face told me that she wasn’t pleased.

“But that’s soooo long....”

“I was drawing . RaeRae showed me how to draw a wolf. It looks angry like daddy.”

“No daddy, I’m being a good girl. I ate a bowl of rice and veggies too.” 

“I don’t miss daddy because RaeRae’s here.” 

And then she giggled.

“Of course not daddy...you’re both number one.” 

A sound at the door made me look up and Jungkook held the door in place with his leg, flipping the doorjamb down before carefully carrying the tray of milkshakes in. 

I gently maneuvered Luna off my lap before moving to help him. 

“Smells delicious, Mr. Jeon.” I grinned, taking a sip of the chocolate concoction. “Ooh..that's really good.”

“Its a premade mix I added water to.” Jungkook grinned. I laughed. 

“ Still a great cook !” I turned to watch Luna who was now flat on her back on the rug and going on about how Jungkook had let her borrow his sketching tab. 

“She’s adorable.” He commented with a smile and I hummed.

“When are you heading back to the preserve?” I asked gently and he shrugged.

“Not for a while. Taehyung told me they’re not yet sure how far this whole drug thing has spread. There’s going to be a lot of arrests and protests in the next few weeks. Messing with a wolf’s ability to scent his mate...that’s terrible stuff, Rae. Wolves are gonna be fucking furious. There’s going to be a huge fall out over this and we can only hope it wouldn’t be too violent.” 

I swallowed.

“Do you think I could get my job back, at the preserve?”

Jungkook looked surprised.

“You’re not gonna be with Tae?”

I turned to stare at Luna.

“Of course I’ll be with Tae but.. i love my job. I made a difference there. I’m not going to make a good trophy wife. I want to be able to help people in someway, not just hang around in the backdrop.” I said desperately.

Jungkook looked worried. 

“I’m not sure if Tae will agree to that Rae. You know how he gets about his job. As his wife you’ll have plenty of stuff to do as it is..,....”

“I’m not his wife...” I muttered under my breath, although it was kind of a useless statement.

“ Umm...you know he’s going to ask you to marry him as soon as possible? You’re already wearing his mark. in fact , in our world you’re already married as far as we’re concerned,” Jungkook pointed at my neck and I rubbed the small scar on my shoulder where he’d bitten me. 

“I can still do the things I want to do right? Taehyung isn’t going to lock me up , is he?” I laughed.

Jungkook tilted his head, watching me carefully.

“You don’t know him very well, do you Rae?” He said quietly. 

My heart flipped over in my ribcage at the words and the tone with which he said it. 

“What-What do you mean?:” I asked , nervous. 

Jungkook opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Luna’s laugh. 

“RaeRae!!! Daddy wants to talk to you!!” Luna came bounding over with the phone held out and I took it from her.

“Tae?”

“I’m going to head in now. We’re going to be coordinating with Seoul PD and they’ll send the guys in around 2 hours. You’re going to  okay right? I’ll call you when it’s over?” 

“Okay, Tae. Stay safe.” I whispered.

“I’ll be just fine. Don’t worry about me. Love you. Both of you. ”

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Jungkook and i sat on the couch, eyes glued on the TV as the news played out watching the entire country erupt in chaos. 

“Fire broke out today on a popular resort in Jeju Do, owned by  Hotelier Cha Eun Woo..... Interestingly, the resort had been closed for the weekend with minimal staff and only a few VVIP customers . So far there have been reports of nine casualties, all of them guests including billionaire philanthropist Yoon Jae hyun....”

I felt the breath shudder out of me, equal parts relief and disbelief. Taehyung had closed the whole thing down with minimum fanfare and with no one any the wiser. I knew that the eight men were the major distributors in the entirety of Korea, and that with them gone, it would only be a matter of time before the entire racket collapsed. 

“These guys are good.” Jungkook commented mildly and I stared at the screen, fascinated... The whole thing was being written off as an unfortunate tragedy, a gas leak or something.  

A small crowd of people in uniforms stood huddled in a corner and I squinted, grinning when I caught sight of Kim Seokjin’s golden blonde head and Kim Namjoon’s tall figure, dressed like waiters. .

I felt my lips quirk at that. 

The phone rang just then and I exhaled, “ Taehyung...”

“Did I do good?” He whispered. 

I laughed. 

“ I think I know now, why you’re an amazing politician Kim Taehyung ssi. “ I said softly. 

Taehyung chuckled.

“Real life isn’t like the movies baby.... I suppose you were looking forward to some good old fashioned action sequences and a lot of alpha posturing?” He teased. 

I smiled.

“I’m just glad you’re safe. “ I whispered. 

“I’m sending a limo to Jungkook’s place. You should  come over to my condo.  I have a present for you. Will you come? ” He said gently. 

Curiosity piqued, “ Of course. I’ll be there. What is it?”

Taehyung laughed softly, his voice deep. 

“I think you’ll like it.”

I stared at Jungkook, who could probably hear the conversation.

He had a very odd expression on his face. Part resignation and Part worry. 

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.. I’m just thinking that I’m lucky...”

“Lucky?”

“That I didn’t think about pursuing you. “ 

I laughed. 

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying. i wouldn’t want to be on Kim Taehyung’s hit list.” 

I rolled my eyes. 

“Don’t be dramatic.” 

“I’m not. Be careful Rae. He’s a very dangerous man.” Jungkook said quietly, picking up the smaller glass of strawberry milk and lifting Luna up into his arms. i watched him laugh and carry her to the balcony. 

And i wondered what that was about. 

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“So , what’s the present?” I asked impishly , wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him soundly. He hugged me close, reciprocating with fervor and I moaned into his mouth. I could kiss him forever.

“Patience , little one. It’s on the way. First , tell me is your brother alright? I’ve been trying to reach him but i can’t.” He sounded worried and i felt warmth bloom in my chest.

“Yuggie’s fine. He left his phone somewhere ...i spoke to him on the way here. He’s upset of course but for now, he’s not going to come anywhere near the family business. My father handed things over to his nephew a few years ago is what I heard. Yuggie’s heading back to the States after the funeral.”

“What’s his name? This nephew...do you know? ” Taehyung asked thoughtfully.

“Kim Ji Hoo. He owns a bunch of casinos across the country. When I was in college i once heard him talk about getting girls from somewhere to my dad. I don’t remember where .... ” I said apologetically. 

“That’s fine angel. Thank you for telling me... I’ll keep an eye on him.” Taehyung said with a smile. 

“So this is it? The drug racket is down??” I asked nervously and he sighed.

“Hardly. We don’t know a lot of things but the Narcs caught a lot of evidence today from these idiots and their laptops and phones. Seokjin and Namjoon are going to head the investigation. We’ll probably not reveal anything to the public until we know the true extent of the operations.”

“Which would be once you get to the local dealers.”

“Yes.... but that is out of my jurisdiction so I’m going to respectfully step away and let them do their job.” He smiled. 

“And the whole sex trade thing in Eun Woo’s hotel..What about that?”

“We rescued the girls earlier. There were seventeen of them, three of them underage.” His voice shook a little. 

“He’s a monster. I’m glad he’s dead.” I whispered. 

A knock on the door made us pull away from each other. 

“Speaking off, your present’s here...” He smiled. 

Grinning , i turned to the door.

And then the smile froze on my face when I saw who it was. 

Seokjin stood framed in the door way, dragging another man in front of him. I couldn’t see who it was because of the black bag over his head. 

“Special delivery for Alpha Kim.” He grinned, shoving the man forward till he crashed to his knees in front of me. Seokjin pulled the bag off . 

“Taehyung.” I froze in disbelief, staring at the familiar man in front of me , on his knees , bloodied and battered, wrists caught in handcuffs and face swollen and gagged..

Cha Eun Woo was almost unrecognizable. 

Taehyung stepped right up behind me wrapping both hands around me in a warm back hug, chin resting on my shoulder as he peered down at the beta wolf. 

“Do you like your present?” He whispered, kissing my neck gently. 

“Taehyung, what is this?” I said , my fingers shaking a little, my skin icy cold because of how cruel Taehyung looked and sounded, talking down to Cha Eun Woo. 

“I thought you’d enjoy a little action, angel... Life get’s boring sometimes if I don’t indulge my wolf once in a while, don’t you think, baby?” 

 “Tae, no.” i said desperately. “ Let him go. please don’t...”

Taehyung hummed. 

“Are you sure baby? You don’t wanna see how us wolves solve things?” 

I shook my head frantically. 

“No.. No I don’t wanna see you kill another man.” I laughed, voice just a little hysterical because why did this even have to be said. When Taehyung said present I was thinking a bottle of champagne and some roses.... not the prospect of cold blooded murder..... . “ Please.,.just... Don’t.” 

Taehyung pulled away from me and moved forward. I stumbled back and away, watching as he reached Eun Woo, hand reaching out to hold the man by his hair, the veins in his hand pulsing from how tight his grip was. 

Eun Woo whimpered, moaning out slurred syllables that were impossible to understand because of the gag in his mouth. 

“Are you sure angel? “ Taehyung pouted, holding one hand out.. I flinched when his claws popped out , three inches long and sharp as razors. 

My throat went dry as he grabbed Eun Woo by the shoulder, claws digging straight in with so much force that blood spurted out .

I whirled around, looking away , pressing my hands to my eyes, a scream forming at the back of my throat threatening to spill out.

Taehyung groaned in disappointment. 

“Fine. I won’t kill him.” He said boredly. “ Seokjin...” 

I turned back around , staring at him. Taehyung looked as he always did , a soft smile playing around his lips, eyes kind and warm ,  his voice even tempered and gentle. 

But the unconscious man at his feet, the pool of blood spreading out over the carpet , the mangled shoulder..... they didn’t fit into the picture. 

And suddenly, I understood just why everyone was afraid of him. 

Seokjin appeared at the door. He glanced at Eun Woo and wrinkled his nose.

“Did the bitch pass out again? i swear to God, my grandmother has a higher tolerance for pain than this fucker...” He glanced at Taehyung.

“Tie things up yeah?” Taehyung said evenly and Seokjin nodded, dragging the prone body away. 

“You look terrified.” Taehyung smiled, moving to the mahogany sideboard and grabbing a bottle of water. i watched as he casually washed his hands , getting rid of the blood. 

“You... Would you have killed him? If I didn’t ask you to stop?”

Taehyung stopped scrubbing under his nails, giving me a look.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you.. do you do this often? Kill people?” I said shrilly. 

Taehyung laughed. 

“You were plenty happy when I killed your father.” He pointed out. 

I swallowed. 

“That’s...That’s different.. He’s... He deserved it...” 

“And Eun Woo doesn’t? Come on , Rae...what he was doing with those girls was filthy.” 

“Yes.. yes but...” i was so confused, my brain refusing to come to terms with the fact that Taehyung, the man i loved, actually killed people. Personally. 

“Anyway... you told me to stop and i stopped. Didn’t kill him, right?” He smiled. 

I nodded. 

“Thank you for letting him live.” I whispered , turning away . I could feel a head ache come on. .

“Oh, i didn’t let him live.... He’s still going to die.” Taehyung said casually. 

I whirled around , gaze clashing with his as my lips parted in surprise. 

“You.. You said you weren’t going to kill him...” I said hoarsely. 

Taehyung blinked at me, looking confused. He grabbed a pure white towel, wiping his wet hands carefully. 

“Yes, I said  I  wouldn’t kill him. Seokjin will.” He said casually. 

My entire body went cold at that, sweat gathering on my hairline because of how scared I suddenly was. 

“Taehyung ...this isn’t... this scares me.” I whispered, taking a step back. 

He laughed at that, moving closer and reaching for me.

“Come now, angel. You know i have to right? Men like Eun Woo don’t change... He’ll find something more vile and awful to do , probably even try to get back at me by trying to hurt you or Luna... i can’t have that can I?”

“So you just...you kill people who get in your way?” I felt like I had been dipped in a vat full of cold water. Taehyung drew me into his arms, hugging me close.

“Only when I am protecting something i value.” He said softly. “ I can’t afford loose ends, Rae. They get tangled together and trip me up. As my wife, i expect you to trust me. Trust that i won’t do anything without reason.” 

“I’m not your wife.” I said dully, feeling just a little overwhelmed.

“Semantics.” He brushed my words off easily, pulling back to rub his fingers across my cheeks.

“I’m being sworn in officially, tomorrow. I want you by my side on the podium. You and our daughter. I know its going to be new to you... My world. But I think you’ll like it. I’m the king there and I want you to be my queen. ” He kissed me gently. 

I stared at him, this man who i loved because of the side of him I had seen so far. The kind, considerate father, the passionate leader and the tenderly sweet lover. 

But then i remembered the cold cruelty with which he had dug his claws into Eun Woo, who was after all a childhood friend of his. Was this the other side of Kim Taehyung’s perfection? Was he also a ruthless , heartless man who would do anything to protect his interests , destroy anyone who got in his way?  

I pulled back an away . 

“Taehyung are we rushing into this? I... do you think we should slow down? Maybe date a little and-”

He didn’t reply, his face unreadable. 

“And where do you intend to live?” He said quietly. “ You don’t have a job.”

“The preserve....”

“....no longer hires humans. The law came through last week.” 

It was like a knife slashed right through my insides. 

“What?” i whispered, confused. 

Taehyung inhaled sharply. 

“We talked about this? There are a lot of qualified weres who don’t have a job, who cannot find work here in the mainland.”

“And what about me? The preserve is the only place where there’s a laboratory studying werewolf microbiology which is kind of what I’ve majored in. I can’t work anywhere else .” I said softly.

Taehyung sighed.

“Baby, hear me out... As my wife, you’ll be heading charities, working with the most intelligent people in the country , running organizations that directly help improve quality of life for underprivileged weres everywhere. It is so much bigger than anything you could accomplish in that tiny laboratory in the island. “

“So, I just move in with you right away?” I asked quietly, already knowing the answer. 

Taehyung gave me that same, maddeningly rational look. 

“The customs department is going to go through your father’s assets... Everything he owned is going to come under scrutiny and I’m sure his wealth is going to dwindle to nothing once they’re through with him. As it is, I know he wrote you out of his will. If you’re going to insist on working some minimum wage job , living in a dilapidated apartment somewhere just because you think, we’re going too fast...” He smiled, “ I’m going to have to put my foot down.” 

And in a moment of startling clarity I just knew exactly what he’d done. 

“You planned this didn’t you? “ I blinked at him. “ It’s surreal, all these pieces falling into place so perfectly..... You knew I would want to  go back to my job in the preserve . That i would never agree to marry you so quickly. Why else would you rush a law like that? “ 

Taehyung didn’t reply. 

“i know how laws are passed Taehyung. You must’ve put quite the pressure on your bosses, to pass such a mundane law so fast...” 

He stared back at me without an ounce of guilt in his gaze. 

“I won’t apologize for wanting my mate by my side.” He said evenly. 

“Will you apologize for being a cunningly manipulative bastard, then ?” 

“you’re over reacting...” He said calmly. 

“Am I, Taehyung?” I said sharply. “ It’s been a week since I found out i was your mate. A week.... And now suddenly, i have your mark on my neck, no possibility of getting my job back and no other option but to cling to you.... I’d say I’m reacting how any woman would react.... You played me like a fiddle and I’ve been dancing to your tune all along. “ 

Taehyung sighed. 

“You make it sound like I’ve done something terrible. “

“ Haven’t you?? “ i demanded. 

“ No, I haven’t. I love you. I care for you deeply and so does my daughter. She needs you as much as i do and she loves you so much. Your own family is almost non existent right now. your brother is three thousand miles away and I am here offering you my love, my home and the chance to be a part of my family. Tell me what are you losing out on? Tell me what it is I’ve taken away from you?” 

 My choice,  I thought with clarity. You’ve taken away my right to make that choice. 

 He held my face gently, thumbs brushing across my cheeks. 

“I know you’re frightened. But trust me. I’m going to be here by your side. Eun Woo dies today, not because of those girls he destroyed but because of  you. Because he dared touch you , knowing you were mine . Tomorrow the whole country will know it and no one will dare to even breath wrong in your direction. Because they know what your mate is capable of.” 

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I let him hug me, staring over his back at the opposite wall. 

The painting on the wall caught my eye. 

A beautiful, dainty gazelle, cornered against the edge of a huge cliff,  staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun. And on her side, a big beautiful wolf , gorgeous and tempting as it seemed to call for her. And it was obvious that in her panic , she was going to run into the arms of the wolf. 

Not knowing that the wolf was just as dangerous, just as deadly as the hunter and the cliff edge. 

I closed my eyes hugging him tight. 

I was so tired. 

“Tell me you’ll marry me. “ Taehyung’s hypnotic voice wove its spell over me, soft and soothing and filled with all the reassurances a naïve young girl would ever need.  

I took a deep breath, trembling in his arms when i exhaled. 

And then I replied. 

The End 

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Author’s note : Tell me how much you hate me. 

Taehyung isn’t a saint wbk. So of course there’s going to be a sequel.

Soon. Hopefully. 

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[that-wildwolf]

Fluffuary day 24: Wearing/Stealing Each Other's Clothes

For obvious reasons I don't think they could literally wear each other's clothes, but I did my best. If you don't like AO3, the fic's here under the cut.

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"What the hell are you wearing?"

That was the first thing Garrus heard upon walking into the room in his brand new N7-print tunic. Shepard was staring at him with her mouth opened and her eyes wide. Her surprise turned into offence surprisingly quickly, and her brows pulled together, causing wrinkles of irritation to form on her forehead.

"I found it at a gift shop on Illium," Garrus explained, doing his best to ignore her hateful stare. "They had all sorts of Commander Shepard merch, you know. I think I lucked out, there weren't many left in my size. You know you have a lot of turian fans."

"Take that off," she growled. Her nostrils were flared out in anger. "You don't get to wear those colours. Nobody gets to wear those colours, not unless you graduated from that damn program. I did. I get to wear the merch. But you didn't."

Garrus blinked.

"Yeah, maybe that's how it was at some point, but these days? Those colours are associated with you. People want to be like you. Support you." He flicked his mandibles into a wide smile. "And you know I'm your number one fan."

"Remind me to say that next time we run into Verner."

She rolled her eyes at him as her anger slowly turned into irritation. Garrus narrowed his eyes, taking notice immediately, and decided that he could probably allow himself to go a bit further.

"I liked that Archangel hoodie."

Shepard smiled hesitantly.

During those six months she'd spent grounded on Earth, she'd amassed a rather sizeable collection of Archangel merchandise. It had been silly of her, maybe, to try and feel his presence with buying things that vaguely reminded her of him, but it had been a lonely time for her. Besides, she'd always imagined he'd be amused by it. Things hadn't gone down the way she'd imagined, of course.

The only thing of that collection that had survived onto the Normandy was her blue hoodie, which she proudly wore whenever she was off duty. Garrus loved it when she wore his colours — she supposed that was part of why he'd been so enthusiastic about his new purchase. He probably thought she would feel the same way about it.

He didn't understand it, of course. [REDACTED BECAUSE THIS GOT LIKE 700% TOO ANGSTY FOR FLUFFUARY]. So he had no way to understand. Shepard kind of envied him, actually.

She slowly let out her breath. Garrus was still looking at her with a more or less hopeful expression and she still didn't like seeing him in that outfit. It felt wrong. But he was so enthusiastic about it... Damn it, she hated it when he was cute.

"Garrus," she said slowly. She was hoping not to be too aggressive this time. "Please take that off." She put all her effort into sounding as calm and rational as she could. "I appreciate what you're trying to do, but you've... miscalculated. Terribly." She crossed her arms. "It's making me feel uncomfortable." Fuck, that sounded too dry and unemotional, but she didn't know how else to make her feelings clear to him.

"Oh. I, ah..." He flared his mandibles, his nose twitching at incredible speeds. "Crap, I— I'm sorry."

So he had caught on to the thickly veiled despair she'd been trying to hide in her voice. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised; even if it hadn't been for the difference between their species, there was something she'd always thought was curious about Garrus and right now that thing was being utilised to its fullest efficiency. Because the thing was, for someone who could sometimes appear so awkward and stumble over his words, Garrus Vakarian had a gift. He was incredible at reading even the smallest non-verbal cues. It was part of the reason Shepard never even bothered lying to him, and part of what made him such a great asset, because he rarely hesitated to call her out on it. She had no idea if it was something he'd been born with, a skill he'd honed during his time at C-Sec or — the option she least wanted to consider — it was just her he was so good at reading. Whichever it was, the fact remained that Garrus always managed to understand her feelings without her needing to verbalise them. A slight tremble in her voice, so small even she did not notice it, could be enough for him. Shepard wouldn't be lying if she said she didn't utilise that skill of his, because she did. It was why she'd been keeping him close all this time, why she'd asked him to act as her right-hand-man, which inevitably was why they'd gotten as close as they had and why they'd fallen in love.

"I thought you were just teasing me," Garrus said quickly. "I had no idea you're really— I mean... I'm sorry."

Shepard smiled, although it was a bitter smile. He was probably one of the few people in the galaxy who treated her seriously, with all her — even superficially silly — trauma, and didn't ask unnecessary questions. He'd already realized that his wearing that outfit was actually difficult for her and had already made his decision to stop.

Which, if you were Garrus Vakarian, apparently meant 'strip right then and there'.

Shepard blinked, staring at him with in equal amounts surprise and fondness.

"What are you doing?" She put a hand over her mouth, momentarily unable to fight a smile when he got his fringe stuck in the shirt in an attempt to take it off as quickly as possible.

"Just..." Garrus growled, tugging at the sleeves that were still over his hands. "Trying to... Damn it."

Shepard wasn't fighting her smile anymore.

"Need a hand with that?" She rested a hand on her hip, watching him struggle with it and only make it worse by his sudden and frantic movements. All her doubts and insecurities were gone in a moment when she saw how desperately he tried not to make her feel uncomfortable. Even at the expense of his dignity.

"No, I'm..." He let out another very undignified sound, at this point completely tangled inside the fabric. "I'm fine."

Shepard raised an eyebrow, even though he had no way to see it.

"Sure you are."

[timelesslords]

Cheater, Cheater

This is for @halfbloodcarrie who has gifted me beautiful works of art that you should go read instead of this absolute nonsense I wrote her in return ❤️ I’ll get you back for real soon but take this as recompense in the meantime 😌

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“You know what, if there’s something you wanna confess, why don’t you get it off your chest now.”

Percy had hardly ever seen his girlfriend this angry. At least, hardly ever seen her this angry at him. Those grey eyes were scary like this, bright and stormy as a thundercloud. Percy felt a wave of unshakable dread wash over him, but he knew he just had to get it over with. He’d fucked up, and now he just had to man up and tell her the truth.

That was easier said than done, what with her piercing gaze tearing his resolve to bits, but somehow he managed to find his voice anyway.

“Fine,” Percy said, the words sticking on his tongue, “I cheated.”

For a brief second, Annabeth just stared. Then—

“You what?” she asked, voice cold, each word clipped. Percy winced. He’d known her reaction was going to be bad, but hearing it out loud was so much more awful than imagining her reaction in his head.

“I cheated,” he said again. The words came easier this time, but not very much so. Annabeth stared at him, unblinking.

“You cheated,” she repeated.

“Yes,” he said, swallowing uncomfortably. His mouth was suddenly very dry.

He saw Annabeth take one unsteady breath, then two. She was mad, really mad, and he knew he deserved it but it hurt to see anyway— hurt to see how much she was hurt by the whole thing. That was the worst part of it all, not the anger directed towards him, but the guilt at how upset he’d made her.

“What happened?” she asked, voice still stiff and unyielding. Percy sighed, raking a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, I’d had a drink and I was feeling bad and I just— I don’t even know why I did it, it just happened.”

“Cheating doesn’t just happen, Percy!” she snapped, anger finally flowing into her voice, the dam broken. Percy felt a little of his own irritation break through his carefully prepared exterior. He was in the wrong, he knew that, but still— she couldn’t be that mad.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It was a mistake.”

“I can’t believe this. I can’t believe you,” Annabeth muttered, turning away from him.

“Annabeth, please—“

“No, just— gods just shut up. I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Annabeth, come on,” Percy sighed.

“No! You cheated!”

“Are you serious? I stole five hundred dollars from the Monopoly bank and you’re acting like I had an affair!” Percy exclaimed, unable to take it anymore.

“Yeah, because you used the extra five hundred dollars to buy Park Place and ruin my strategy!” she yelled, whirling back around. Her hands were curled into fists by her side.

“It’s Monopoly! Everybody cheats!” Percy yelled, throwing his hands in the air.

“Nobody cheats at Monopoly!” Annabeth yelled back.

“Oh, so you don’t play banker every round so you can skim a few hundreds off the top?” Percy accused, knowing it was completely unfounded. It’s what everyone but Annabeth would do if they ever got the chance to play as banker, which, of course, they never did.

And, okay, maybe Frank and Jason wouldn’t loot the bank either, but every single other person present at game night definitely would.

“No! It’s so I can keep track of the money and make sure cheaters like you—“ at this, she pointed a very deliberate finger at his chest, “Don’t get away with stealing!”

“Well clearly that plan was a bust,” Percy muttered, not really meaning to. Annabeth glared at him. He maybe deserved that, just a little.

“When did you even do it?” she asked. She wasn’t shouting anymore, at least, but her voice hadn’t lost that cold quality.

“When Frank showed up,” Percy admitted. It had been the perfect crime— everyone had been so distracted by his arrival, and subsequently the arrival of the pizza he’d picked up along the way, that nobody had noticed Percy stealing a couple of bills from the bank.

It was lame, pathetic, really, to resort to stealing to not even win Monopoly at a game night among friends. But Percy had been a little tipsy, and, well, it had been a little too easy.

Annabeth still hadn’t said anything.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay? It was lame of me. I was just losing really bad and I wanted to stay in the game.”

“It was lame of you,” Annabeth agreed, folding her arms over her chest. If Percy wasn’t mistaken, her eyes were a little watery.

“Aw hell, are you crying?”

“No,” Annabeth said, with a very unconvincing sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, Beth. Really.”

He really was. If he’d known just how upset it would make her, he never would have done it. Percy hadn’t even thought it was a significant enough move to keep him in the game more than a few more turns, but a few lucky rolls on top of that had made his deception a bit more nefarious than he’d intended.

“I hate losing,” Annabeth said, finally.

“I know.”

“I would’ve won if you hadn’t done that.”

“I know,” he agreed.

“I hate you a little right now.”

“I know.”

She sniffled again, making less of an effort to hide it. Percy couldn’t stand the distance between them anymore. He stepped forward, opening his arms in invitation. She slid into them easily, burying her head in his chest.

“I still hate you,” she repeated, voice slightly muffled by his shirt.

“I still love you, and I’m very very sorry.”

“You have to tell everyone that you cheated.”

“I’ll send an official confession to the group chat,” Percy promised.

“I’m going to absolutely demolish you next week,” Annabeth mumbled into his chest. Percy couldn’t hold back his laugh at that, even if she glared at him for it. If he wasn’t mistaken, she was holding back the smallest of grins as she did. He felt her relax underneath him, her anger slowly ebbing away.

“I look forward to losing fair and square,” he said.

“You’d better,” Annabeth said, settling herself into Percy’s chest once more, “Next time I won’t be so nice about it.”

Percy laughed, and he could feel her laughter too, just a little.

“I expect nothing less.”

[rick-rayson]

Loose tie (Klarion x Reader)

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Klarion loves it when you fix his tie, it's become a pestering habit of his to purposely loosen his tie just so you can fix it again. This fact is not lost to you.

It was a soothing morning. Well—was, until the sounds of your rather vexatious alarm clock decided to make its presence known in the worst way possible, by existing. You struggled to open your eyes for a moment until you felt an apparent warmth around you. You'd smacked your alarm clock to shut it up.

"Klair?" You threaded your fingers between Klarion's locks as he hugged your legs. Your fingers met at the apex of his devil like hairdo that— impressively enough, kept its shape even when he was asleep.

"He's not awake right now, come back later." Klarion mumbled into your abdomen. The smallest of smiles appeared on your face as you admired your lovers beauty. His furrowed brows. His delicate touch. His slender form desperately clinging to yours as if letting go was a choice abhorrent to him.

"Oh that's quite a shame really.. no matter I'll spend the day with Jon instead—"

"Nevermind I'm up." As if he developed a pip in his step, Klarion sprung up from where he was resting and greeted you with a lopsided smile and half opened eyes.

"Morning, Klair."

"Good morning, Love." Klarion lazily bent over and kissed the side of your mouth, in turn you pecked his forehead which upped his mood twice fold. You attempted to sit up but you were ever so softly pushed back down by Klarion's hand.

"Nine more kisses and I'll be ready at ten." He looked away so his cheek was free reign for your lips.

"So needy!"

With the roll of your eyes you counted each kiss you'd given him down to the last.

"Six, seven, eight, and nine!" And with that Klarion smiled ear to ear before getting dressed.

"We having breakfast?" You'd inquired as you brushed your teeth. You'd then gotten dressed before receiving a response.

"Can't today, the Light want every minute of me." You could hear the frustration in Klarion's voice, evident in the way he seemed to mock the very title of the group he worked under.

"Would it be too much to ask for any inside intel on the Light?" Klarion predicted such a question long before you even thought of it.

How could he not have? He was a villain and you were a hero. Granted, you were on thin ice with the The Team for even treating Klarion as anything more than an enemy.

But, because his loyalty to the Light did not outweigh his undying love for you, he thought it over.

"Oh why- when has consequences ever stopped me from doing something stupid?" You felt a pair of hands around your hips, and not long after that- lips. Leaving trails of kisses down your neck so softly.

"Fine, but on one condition." Klarion spun you around and kissed you eagerly.

"And what is that?"

"Won't you fix my tie for me, Love?" Klarion had broken away from the hold and placed his hands behind his back. He was rocking back and forth, and when his heel made contact with the wooden floor it'd let out an obnoxious creak.

"Your attempt to act bashful is horrible. You could easily do your tie with your magic," you'd fixed his tie with delicacy comparable to that of an angel to a harp.

"You know me well enough, Darling. There's nothing more intimate to me than love fixed with effort, not with magic."

"there you go attempting to be a romantic," You tugged at his tie in a playful manner. "Leave that to me."

"What?" Klarion pouted as if he was a child being denied sweets, "Am I not romantic? It was just last night I'd taken you to Italy for dinner! I even bought roses."

"Roses you proceeded to turn into thorns to frighten me and Teekl." Speaking of, you felt the familiar furball headbutt your foot just as you finished your sentence.

"It's how I show affection!" Klarion pursed his lips before he picked Teekl up. In turn Teekl meowed to their master. "Oh shut it you! Nobody got hurt!"

You found the sight in front of you something so picture-esque. Hoping to capture this very pure moment you quickly dashed to where you had left your phone.

"Darling?" Klarion called out for you.

"Just a moment! Sorry I just went to get my-" your expression dropped when you saw Klarion's tie in Teekl's mouth.

"Are you kidding me Klarion? I know you gave it them."

"It was the cats idea!" Klarion pointed to the feline, who simply rolled their adorable little eyes. You chuckled at their sass, and at Klarion's obvious lie.

"Can you fix it for me again? Pleaseee." Klarion plead.

"Oh fine. Come here!"

[zv5x]

Hey guys! An anon requested some Yandere ABC'S with Sen, but I had to reupload cause the formatting was wrong!!! I hope it works this time, and I hope you find it anon! Let me know if you did!

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Hey Anon! Don't worry, requests are open permanently! So feel free to request as much as you want! I'm so glad you enjoy my writings, that makes me feel so happy! I hope you enjoy the ABC's prompt and I hope I did a good job! (*´ω｀*) Stay safe and take care of yourself, you're valid and loved! ( :̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get? - Sen is a major giftgiver. So, expect him to really paint his love for you with lavish spending. Also, along with that, he's a hopeless romantic. So be sure to expect love letters and love notes to be littered around your apartment (whether or not he had permission to be where he placed them...that's up for debate). You met Senpai when you stumbled across his game, and were there to play it before you discovered a way to get him out. So, he was just as affectionate as your average visual novel character. Meaning, he's basically infinitely affectionate. He's very gentlemenly as well: kissing the top of your hand and brushing his lips against the tips of your fingers, helping you get ready each morning (he has to, considering you're literally restrained and rendered unable to do so), and other things. Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling? - I always imagined Sen to be more of a yandere "stereotype" considering his source (a cheesy Japanese romance game with pretty pastel colors and overly sweet and cheesy dialogue). So, Senpai would in that case be willing to make his murders messy. Their lives don't matter to Senpai, and he'll gladly paint a pretty picture of romance with their blood. He'd do anything to emphasize the fact that you belong to him and him alone. Not to those filthy, impure worms. Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they're abducted? Would they mock them? - Senpai has a bit of an ego problem. So, if he feels it necessary, he'll gladly make you feel inferior to him. "Out of the hundreds of people in the school, you're the one that I long for so strongly. Shouldn't you be greatful for that? I'm sure there's people willing to eat themselves alive just to be in your place." Among other similar statements. Senpai isn't physically cruel unless giving out punishments for "bad behavior", so that's something to be greatful about I suppose. Even with the taunts and reprimands he speaks to you, he doesn't really mean them. Especially the ones about you being inferior in any regard. You're the definition of perfection in his eyes, to the extent he doesn't even really see himself being worthy of your love. But, nobody else is either. While he's not 100% worthy of an angel like you being by his side, he's more worthy than the people that surround the two of you. Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? - Just like Spirit, the only other things he'd do against your will is take away your rights to freedom, family, friends, along with some other similar things. He doesn't want to traumatize you, and as much as his actions contradict the idea that he's far from a monster, he's truly not. He just wants what's best for your love. Is that really something that's worthy of him being called a monster? Senpai doesn't think so, not one bit. Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? - All of it. His heart is an open book. Senpai wants to woo you, he wants you to know how adored you truly are. He wants you to know how much space you take up in his heart, and he'll do anything to show that to you. Whether it be by taking you out to a nice dinner after you've been on your best behavior for a while, or by murdering past enemies or foes, Sen will do virtually anything Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back? - Completely and utterly heartbroken. How could you, (Y/N)? Here he is, your precious and beloved Senpai, just wanting to take care of you, and this is the thanks he get's? Senpai's little heart will be absolutely crushed, and he'll be sure

to let you know that, even while he's angerly punishing you. Being the main love interest is literally in his code, basically the A.I. equivalent to DNA. He's not used to not winning a person's heart the minute he expresses interest, especially the heart of someone he's putting all his effort into romantically seducing. Senpai will go ballistic after such a rejection, throwing the closest thing to a toddler's temper tantrum that you'll be able to see in an almost full grown adult. Screaming, stomping, crying tears of pure rage, Senpai will display all of it right for you to witness in absolute fear and horror. Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? - Is this a game to Senpai? Well, yeah. But only considering he's literally a game character himself. He still sees this as the silly dating mechanics from his own game. Even if this is real life, and even if this is completely against your will. He's not used to anything else, so he'll continue living his life and gaining your love the way he's been built to. Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? - You're not really in the position to cheat on him considering he's holding you in complete isolation, but if you were to cheat on him? Whoo boy. Sen would react in a similar way to Spirit would, only 100x worse. The psychotic laugh yanderes are so infamous for, the brutality, the murder, and then the confrontation of you. A cheater, a liar, a betrayer. You'll pay for what you've done to Senpai, you won't get away with thinking you could pull him around like a toy. He loves you, but now he sees no other option, you must die for what you've done to him. It won't be quick either. No, you're going to feel exactly what you made him feel the moment he found you cheating on him. It's only fair, after all. An eye for an eye. But don't worry, your body will be in good hands! Senpai will still take care of you, and he forgives you for what you've done! Now the two of you can be happy together once again! No more distractions this time! Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? - The usual...marriage, honeymoon, perhaps some kids or pets (but only if you want them, of course!). Senpai is really up to any kind of future, as long as it's with you, his beloved Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope? - Senpai is EXTREMELY jealous. He's suspicious of basically everyone you come into contact with, and you're always having to deal with him wrapping his arms around you from behind and gently laying down some boundaries for whoever you're just trying to talk to. Expect a few statements like/similar to, "Hey, worm! They're mine!", considering Sen is always trying to show people just how much you belong to him Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling? - Like some kind of flawless prince, but you know damn well that it's just a facade. He tries very hard to keep his yan tendencies hidden from you, but his emotional instability makes him fail miserably at that. But, that doesn't take away from the fact that he's *usually* acting very cool and charismatic Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? - The usual things you'd see from a hopeless romantic...love letters, cards, poems, hand kisses, dinner dates, and everything else lovey dovey that people do to show a certain person how much they love them. Being a dating game character, Senpai is VERY good at courting anyone he seems romantically compatible Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? - His true colors are different from the way he tries to appear, but they come out so much that the people closest to him (specifically meaning you, and only you, as all of his other friends are just a.i. in the game that he once took residence in)) consider it apart of his actual personality Naughty: How would they punish their darling? - Probably just by breaking things around the two of them as he screams at them

for whatever they did to anger him. Senpai is very childish, especially when he's rejected, but he's still able to be calmed. You just need to know exactly what to say and when to say it. Which...is shockingly hard, considering how unpredictable Senpai can be Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? - Just like Spirit, he won't really take away any. But, he'll take away all of it if he feels as if he has to Patience: How patient are they with their darling? - Senpai's patience is quite literally in the lowest of negative numbers, so tread lightly, (Y/N). The slightest and smallest things can set Senpai into hour long rages Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on? - No. Not at all. Senpai would be absolutely devastated. He wouldn't be able to move on, you were his absolute everything. He can't imagine living a life without you, and he won't. Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go? - Regret? No! Absolutely not! Why should Senpai feel any regret? For loving his darling angel? No. That's nothing but foolish. There is no room for regret or shame in Senpai's heart, only love for you Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)? - Rejection is against Senpai's code. You weren't supposed to not want him romantically. Because of this, Senpai quite literally doesn't know how to react. So, he acts...insane? Obsessed? Call it what you want, but make sure its definition doesn't neglect his love for you. Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves? - Senpai would probably just get angrier. Why are you so upset?! Just love him, for fucks sake!! He just wants to take care of you, why won't you just let him? Stop being so difficult, let him take over, and things will be so much better for you! Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? - Not really. Senpai is pretty much a walking stereotype, with a few small changes here and there. Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape? - His lovesickness, probably. Escaping Senpai would be hard to say the least, but not impossible. Just do the usual, try and act like a sufferer of Stockholm Syndrome and maybe you'll have a good chance at getting away from him Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling? - Without hesitation. If he needs to do it to get his point across, Sen would do it without hesitation. It's all for you, that fact alone removes any chance of hesitation or remorse Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over? - Senpai practically treats you like some overglorified love deity, the definition of a perfect partner. Perfect for him, at least. His entire heart is like an open book, but one that only you can read clearly. It's all for you, after all. Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? - He's good up until he witnesses even the slightest sign of distance or rejection, then he snaps Zenith: Would they ever break their darling? - Like hurting you, he'd do it without any hesitation. It means nothing to him, unlike you. You mean everything, and he'd do everything and anything for you. This is basically nothing to him. He loves you, after all! More than anything else in his world.