#with this weird stranger who is equally obsessed with him

[thedogslegart]

Q and Lester moments Q and Lester moments

[purinfelix]

f1 drivers as meet-cutes ₊˚⊹⋆

summary: small blurbs about meeting some of the drivers in situations that are equal parts awkward and romantic !! featuring: CS55, CL16 and DR3 warnings: none, although carlos' one is a teeeensy bit suggestive

a/n: if there's one thing about me it's that i'm a hopeless romantic who's obsessed with meet cutes so enjoy these (semi-self-indulgent) blurbs - you can read pt2 here !!

ᝰ.ᐟ Carlos Sainz - one night stand

You’re woken by a throbbing pain in your head and the blinding white of the morning sun that pierces through unfamiliar curtains doesn’t seem to help. As if this isn’t disorienting enough you slowly sit up to realise you’re in a bed that isn’t yours, in a room that isn’t yours, in clothes that are way too big to be yours. And perhaps most confusingly of all, there’s a man who you can only vaguely remember meeting the night before fast asleep beside you - shirtless.

When he finally stirs the two of you exchange awkward conversation as you try to piece together the events of the previous night which are little more than a drunken haze of drinking, dancing, and stumbling back to hotel rooms. You don’t think too much of it, he’s good-looking enough that you aren’t embarrassed, and just by looking around the room, you can tell he isn’t too bad off either. That is - until he starts explaining how terribly sorry he is in advance for all the publicity you’ll have to fend off after pictures of you two leaving a bar together are plastered online. A couple more explanations, questions and proper introductions later you come to find out that he isn’t just any random man, but rather Carlos Sainz, a famous race-car driver who’s only touching down in your city for the next week or so. This all sounds new, besides his name - which falls off your tongue easily, which makes you a little more concerned about how you might've used it the night before.

He’s so oddly gentlemanly and polite though, a stark contrast to what most of the celebrities who visit your city or guys you’ve met in bars are like. And despite what the two of you had gotten up to last night, the look in his eyes and the way he looks sort of shy in the morning light can’t help but make your heart soften and you feel a little more comfortable with this total stranger. You immediately offer to leave though, but are caught off guard by his counteroffer to make you a cup of coffee - and after all, who are you to refuse?

ᝰ.ᐟ Charles Leclerc - coffeeshop

He’s here again. That irritatingly good looking stranger who, you’d think had just walked out of a magazine, but is in fact seated by the window of the cafe you work at. He’s dressed rather modestly, contrary to what the black card he uses to pay for his americanos may suggest. So modestly in fact that you probably wouldn’t have noticed him if this hadn’t been his fourth time here this week, in the same seat that’s positioned just right so that you can see him from any spot at the counter.

And if you can see him, you’re pretty sure he can see you - affirmed by the several instances you’ve caught his eye and gotten a glance at that dreamy expression coupled with a slight smirk that toys at his lip. That is, of course, before he realises you’ve locked eyes and whips his head the other way around, sometimes even sputtering on his coffee. You’d probably be a little weirded out by the fact that he comes in here almost everyday to do seemingly nothing but cradle one drink for almost an hour, but you also can’t help but feel a little endeared by him.

You have tried making small talk whenever he orders, or when you bring him his drink - but the conversation never goes beyond awkward remarks about the weather or how your shift has been going. Hell, you don’t even know his name yet. That is until you notice him getting up to leave after another hour is up, not before turning around to shoot you a quick nod and - was that a smirk?. You go to clean up after him, but to your surprise, an empty cup and a generous tip isn’t the only thing he’s left you. A napkin, branded with the logo of your cafe chain, with a couple numbers scrawled in blank ink and then below it: a name - ‘Charles’.

ᝰ.ᐟ Daniel Ricciardo - blind date

You were never on board with the idea, even when your friend had enthusiastically pitched it to you almost two weeks prior. It wasn’t like you were busy, or had anything better to do - rather, you thought the idea itself was ridiculous. You weren’t looking for a relationship and if you were you’d prefer being able to do the looking yourself, instead of giving yourself up to a blind date and wasting an entire night for nothing.

But that was before your friend had done a ridiculous amount of pleading and begging and nagging and convincing. And before you knew it you were waiting outside one of the fanciest restaurants in your city, still not entirely excited but wanting to get the night over and done with without being too rude to whichever poor guy she’s roped into this. That is, until you spot him. The first thing that you notice is his smile, it’s beaming, blinding even and you feel yourself smiling before you even realise he’s looking at you too. And to say he’s good looking is an understatement, because you’re beginning to question how on Earth your friend knows someone like this. The way the suit hugs his figure should be illegal, and his hair looks so confusingly perfect yet effortless. You feel a stir of emotions, your previous apathy replaced with a burning desire to both impress and charm him, as well as newfound nerves.

He introduces himself without the smile leaving his face - “Daniel, but you can call me Danny,” - and you practically feel your nerves melt away as he offers you his arm to take you into the restaurant. Maybe blind dates weren’t so bad.

[diorkyeom]

THE @diorkyeom / @fairyhaos AO3 FIC REC LIST

last updated: 16/09/2023

masterlist. part two. part three.

a compiled list of all the ao3 fics that i've read for seventeen which i've loved, kudosed, and proceeded to download so i'll always have with me. to be updated whenever i have new recs!

are you soaked in dreams? - poppyseedheart

verkwan, non-idols, f2l, oneshot

hnggghhhhhh the softest, most caring fic ever. literally i adore when fics have hansol as this calm and loving force for seungkwan and seungkwan doesn't even REALISE that hansol is always by his side until something happens and he's hit with the full force of how much he adores him

stumble and fall (stage left) - pocketpastel

verkwan, uni au, romeo and juliet production, chaptered

the seungkwan characterisation is off the charts level of accuracy. i loveeee when people have kwan being as obsessed with hansol as hansol is with him pls it makes my heart so happy :< also theatre kid seungkwan and awkward skater boy hansol is just so sweet

Adventures In Fiction - thanku4urlove

verkwan, canon au, crack, fluff, oneshot

the hilarity and the feels are just sooo prominent. also reading fanfiction out loud to one another as part of bonding activities feels like a very very seventeen thing. i can imagine them doing it together and also seungkwan getting so emotionally attached to a fic??? the funniest and realest thing ever actually

i like you a latte - mysterywoozi(writers_haven)

soonhoon, coffee shops, uni au, fluff, oneshot

fluffy. so so fluffy, the kind of strangers/friends to lovers that really fits soonhoon so well. ngl i'm not too keen on reading loads and loads of enemies to lovers fics for soonhoon bc people don't understand that that's their banter, that's how they are as friends, and so i love when fics appear where they are these friends who have fun ribbing off each other. also it's the best when woozi is Whipped and he doesn't even realise it.

Skin;Heat - kwanies

soonhoon, synaesthesia, fluff, oneshot

it is INSANE how much i adore this oml. the idea of jihoon with this type of synaesthesia where he hears sounds and music for people? gorgeous. utterly incredible and so so him. and then soonyoung acting as jihoon's opposite and also his equal.... it's beautiful

Fast Pace - Mistehri

soonhoon, choreographer!hoshi, producer!woozi, crack, oneshot

funny!! so so funny and the rivalry of soonhoon despite being strangers is utterly hilarious. i just. love the soonhoon dynamic so much and this one feels like it encapsulates it so well and makes it lighter and cooler and sweeter and yes i adore it too

I'll Be Your Man - jeosheo

meanie, office au, rivals to lovers, fake dating, crack, chaptered

this author literally writes such gold in terms of humor oml. this is one of my favourite meanie fics bc it feels so so them and also?? mingyu and his family as these people with weird entrancing abilities is so so funny. also the FEELS wtf it's so good

spooked - lunahui

meanie, uni au, strangers to lovers, crack, oneshot

TOP TIER MEANIE FIC. the characterisation is so so them and i love the idea of mingyu hot guy who's actually lowkey just a soft loser. they're so sweet and so lovely and it's such a fun fic

Habit - alswiffy(lunahui)

meanie, canon au, falling in love, soft, oneshot

CRYING. I ONLY JUST REALIZED THIS IS BY THE SAME AUTHOR AS THE OTHER MEANIE FIC I ADORED. i love the domesticism of this, of loving someone like breathing, of working through feelings together and realising that you've been in love with each other all along

How Sweet It Is - orphan_account

gyuhao, baker!gyu, costume designer!hao, idiots to lovers, oneshot

SO FUNNY. SO THEM. i adore when people manage to get minghao's internal monologue right, (along w wonwoo's) and the way minghao also just becomes so stupid when he's found this hot guy to have a crush on??? gold. i love it sm.

press restart - Acavall

seoksoo, clap era, feelings realisation, oneshot

so so so soft oml. i don't actually read seoksoo a lot bc imo people don't really get their characterisation right, but this is just gold. it's the standard. i love it so much

The Light of Ulleungdo - Mistyreflections

seoksoo, village au, feels, chaptered

(check warnings for this fic)

i could talk for years about this fic and never be able to fully articulate how much it means to me. the imagery and the descriptions and the way it just instantly had me hooked?? i was originally sceptical about reading it but then i opened it, read the beginning in hao's pov, and the next thing i new it was 5 hours later and i had tears streaming down my cheeks and my heart thumping so hard in my chest

[gabessquishytum]

I’m flipping the script today! We’ve had asexual Dream, but what about asexual Hob? Hear me out:

Hob who’s never really understood his friends’ obsession with a girl’s (or guy’s) looks. But he knows what people expect when they see him. And honestly, sex is fun! It’s a great bonding experience. And if he enjoys his partner’s pleasure more than his own? Well, he’s had no complaints.

Or, what about demisexual Hob? Needs a close emotional bond before he becomes interested in that way. How long do you think it takes to reach that point with Dream? I’m very amused by the idea that the turning point occurs between their meetings, so Hob shows up one century and is floored. Was his stranger always that attractive???

Hell yeah ace spectrum Hob!!!!!

I love it! Demi!Hob actually makes so much sense to me? In 1589 he's only interested in Eleanor, who he developed an extremely close emotional bond with and is obviously so in love with her. Dream doesnt get a lookin. Fast forward to 1689, I'd say that Hob and Dream become a lot closer emotionally, there's a sense of shared empathy, a definite sense of closeness. And by 1789? Hob realises that he's developed a sexual attraction to Dream, hence the flirting. I just love the idea of him having this moment of realisation and almost irritation? Life was so much easier when he just had platonic/admiring feelings for his stranger! Now he wants to fuck him, life is so complicated!

And absolutely yes, let's have an asexual Hob who gladly has sex, honestly he's fucked all of his friends, it's fun and a great way to stay warm! He just doesn't get the whole... thirsting over the barmaid's tits kind of stuff. He literally just doesn't think about that stuff. If the barmaid wants to fuck him, though, he's not going to say no. But he'd be equally happy with a cuddle.

Naturally Dream isn't bothered by any of these details. Especially if he's also somewhere on the ace spectrum too. They have a lot of weird metaphysical sex-adjacent stuff going on together in the dreaming, and a lot of romantic intimacy in the waking world. Sometimes there are tentacles. Sometimes it's just about a nice cup of tea.

[shellyswirlz]

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Have we really gotten to the point where Jessie is forgotten/underrated, meanwhile James is the most popular and the only one who people pay attention to?

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Like what ever happened to "You can't have Jessie without James"!? Also Jessie of team rocket has a really iconic design how could you ever forget about her? Hello?

Like ok.. I'm literally obsessed with James because he's a huge sweetie who I have a massive crush on.. I'M THE #1 JAMES SELFSHIPPER AFTER ALL! He's literally the embodiment of my type of man., But I'm not automatically forgetting about Jessie, and I care about her backstory as much as James' backstory!

I'm only making this post because hardly anyone ever mentions how great Jessie is from my experience being on the internet.. I've only seen stuff about James even when the post isn't even about James. And then whenever it's a post about only James, they don't even care about Jessie not even being in it. Like I'd expect the fandom to give them both the equal amount of respect but apparently not.... Like this isn't about James?? Back off?? Give my man a break I swear to freaking GOD... /vneg

I'd understand having a favorite. James is my favorite too obviously Meowth being my second favorite.. But where are the Jessie fans? She literally became one of my comfort characters 😭

Team rocket fans who only give a shit about one of the members, and not the others, shouldn't be a team rocket fan imo. Like it's not team James although I kinda wish it was because he's the goat and I love him so so so much.,,

I used to be only a James fan though admittedly before becoming a fan of team rocket as a whole though.. Because like I said James is literally my type lmao.,, So like I don't know maybe I'm just way too passionate about this and overthinking about it too much...

I feel one of the main reasons why I'm too passionate though, is because he's my main f/o, and several people acting weird and all like "OMG I WANT HIM‼️" to my f/o while forgetting about his best friend makes me very uncomfortable.., I'd say I am kind of a selective selfshipper at this point........ And Jessie along with Meowth are my comfort characters so I hate people forgetting them and pretending James is the only person on the team.. To add onto this crowds of strangers or weird people when it comes to ONLY JAMES specifically makes me feel really sick to my stomach..

However, I shouldn't feel too anxious about it because there are more men in Pokemon who are more popular than James nowadays, having those weird fans.,,, but it still feels sorta odd knowing people are like this to James in the fandom, and I have this really big emotional attachment to him... Heck I even once heard about someone who said they were just like Jessebelle when it comes to him which made me wanna break down crying. I swear so many people are so weird over my f/o, forgetting about Jessie's existence, it genuinely makes me wanna pass out.,,

Now that I think about it though... it's sorta somewhat similar to the neighbors from Eddsworld situation in the fandom almost., because everyone who were fans of the neighbors cared about Jon the most because he's the sweet cinnamon roll, but didn't give a shit about Eduardo or Mark despite them all being a team in a way.. And having nice designs :'D

Sorry for bringing all this up this bugged me a little, Like I know every trio has that one fan favorite character.. But it genuinely feels like Jessie isn't talked about at all and it's kinda starting to annoy me.. Everytime the both of them are drawn in a sexy way on the internet as well, people only pay attention to James as if Jessie isn't quite literally what everyone's type usually is on the internet.., The only time Jessie is really talked about in the fandom is when it's all of them I kid you tf not. This is so freaking weird... 😭

"Jessie and James are so iconic and cool!! I love team rocket!"

"Oohh cool what's your favorite thing about Jessie from that team?"

"Oh lol I don't care about Jessie that much.. James is peak"

Genuinely what this feels like..,

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THIS ISN'T AIMED AT ANY OF MY MUTUALS BTW.. YOU GUYS ARE GOOD OR LESS ANNOYING FANS OF TEAM ROCKET! :D /GEN

[cinnaminyoons]

( VULTURE CULTURE. )

ミ☆ it was supposed to be a one-time thing to get your hands on his soul.

⤷ PAIRING jhs x m!reader

⤷ WORD COUNT 5.1k

⤷ TAGS demon!reader (& tae + jk), demonic possession, misinformed assumptions of cheating, one small scuffle, jk & reader bully each other bc that’s what heroes do

⤷ REQUESTED

Howdy! This is a first request, and I know this is a weird one, but can I request a oneshot of Hoseok finding out that his bf is actually a demon in disguise? Please and thank ya

the pretty brunet could not look more out of place in the bar if he tried.

you gaze down over the balcony's railing as the newcomer gapes up at the expensive drapery and luxurious furnishings. even from your second-storey seat, you can see those brown puppy eyes widening as they flit about nervously; it's clear he's never visited a ritzy speakeasy like this before, let alone one of kim taehyung's infamous functions.

it is a good thing there isn't much of a dress code, or he would be terribly underdressed. his simple buttoned green t-shirt and black jeans are styled with a pair of casual chuck taylors. being brushed up against by women with immaculate curls and gold satin dresses and men in perfectly-fitted armani suits, he'd certainly feel eclipsed. yet, despite the obsessive touching of his hair and rubbing of his hands, he's a definite delicacy, and anyone in the dimly-lit bar worth their salt eyes him up in interest.

"now, that is a tragedy just waiting to happen."

you scoff as you hold out your glass. "i thought comedies were more your type."

the host smiles, a hundred watts from each perfect white tooth, and tops up your wine. "i'm versatile. someone in my position must adapt to all current trends, whatever they might be."

in other words, he's a snake – quite literally. after so many centuries, he hardly tries to hide it any longer.

"besides," taehyung sighs, corking the bottle and draping himself carelessly over his chaise, "it's hard not to look when half of the room is waiting for their chance to pounce."

you swirl your glass absently.

he smirks – and he is, possibly, the only one to understand the true definition of the word. "oh, don't tell me you're about to join them. you'll be scrabbling for scraps."

you throw back the wine – "this is not an alleyway bar," you can hear him admonishing behind you – and set the empty glass down. "first in, first served, little lord. and i shall be served."

he sits properly in his seat, opening his mouth to reprimand you for your abhorrent disrespect and to threaten the connection between your head and your shoulders – but you are gone before he twists far enough around to look.

he huffs and crosses his arms. men are all the same.

the stranger's bottle-green shirt is like a breath of fresh air amongst suffocating gold and diamond. he cups a slim flute of bubbling champagne in both hands and holds it at a distance, as if unsure what to do with it. every so often, he takes a peek within and makes a troubled expression.

he's a veritable sweetheart. you can't wait to take him.

"not a fan of champagne?"

he nearly spills his drink on himself, gaze flitting about – where did you come from? who are you?

you smile. you'll be sure to make some sound when you next approach him.

"ah," he laughs slightly, glancing down at it and gesturing vaguely. "not really, i suppose."

he's even prettier up close. he tucks a dark lock of glossy hair over his ear.

"then might i interest you in something else? bottled, perhaps."

"ah, i'm not a big fan of any alcohol, really." he waves a hand and smiles, almost apologetic. "she just sort of... gave it to me, and i'm—"

"too polite to say no?"

"yeah, something like that," he chuckles breathily. his eyes drop to your chest and struggle their way back up to your face. you suppress a smile – the single done-up button struggles to maintain your decency.

you step forward to come equal with him and pluck the flute out of his hands with no resistance. placing it on a passing busser's tray, you tilt your head and say inquisitively, "i've never seen you around here before."

"that's because it's my first time." he says, "i was supposed to be my co-worker's plus-one – he comes here all the time, he told me – but i don't think he's here yet."

poor thing. left all alone for the wolves to tear apart.

"really?" a smile. "i'm not sure if i can beat his company, but i can offer mine instead. after all..." you risk brushing your fingers against the inside of his forearm. he is warm, humming with life and soul. "i couldn't leave someone so enchanting all on his lonesome."

that single touch is enough to tug at his threads, pushing spaces between his guard to slip your fingers through like a child with the cookie jar. his pupils dilate a millimetre more and a wave of goose-bumps passes over his skin.

"o-oh, i couldn't take your time like that. you know how it is. he might come along at any moment, and i—" he interrupts himself with a sharp, soft breath as you trail your fingers further up his arm. it's just the slightest press of your will against his. his pulse quickens.

you frown, playing up the sympathy. it isn't as if you don't feel sorry for the poor thing – not even the hardest of them could, seeing him idling in the corner by himself – but it's always difficult for your kind to get much going in terms of strong emotion. you've just had the time to perfect the act. "awfully rude of him, inviting you here and making you sit alone. if you're not opposed to the idea... why don't you wait upstairs with me? they say i'm quite the conversationalist."

"no," he breathes, "i wouldn't mind that at all. i'd love to. thank you."

you can't help but laugh, catching one of his gesturing hands. he's the sweetest thing, gazing up at you like some god. in a way, you suppose you all are, creating and destroying in a snap of the fingers. you can't believe someone would go to all the trouble of luring him here, only to drop him in the hands of those who already collect their fair share of poor souls.

"no need to thank me. it's an honour," you murmur, lifting his hand to your lips, "to be your entertainment for the night."

a light, brushing kiss to his knuckles, and he shivers. he gives way a little further and you hide your smirk behind something more pleasant. you'll have him, easily, by the end of the night.

—

you close the front door of the penthouse apartment softly, easing the lock into its place. the tv is on, switched to a railroad documentary and set to a low volume. 

there's a body on the couch. you wander closer.

his eyes are closed, shifting under fine-veined eyelids and long dark lashes. under his head is a too-soft pillow, folded in the middle for substance, and his hand curls under his temple. he breathes, soft and sweet, with the blurred sinking memories of deep sleep.

the tv turns off. nobody touches the remote. he shifts and his brow furrows. after a pause, his eyes crack open, and he blinks sleepily up at the tall shadow in the corner of his vision.

"angel?"

you brush his messy hair off of his forehead and hum softly, crouching by his side. "hello, sweetheart. why are you not in bed?"

"wanted..." he yawns, scrunching his nose and rubbing his eyes. "wanted to wait f'you."

you glance back at the drawn curtains over the windows. "it's nearly three, hoseok. how long have you been here? your neck will hurt tomorrow."

he sighs and rubs his cheek into the pillow, pouting up at you with the remnants of sleep hazing his dark eyes. "s'okay. seeing you will make it all better."

sighing softly, you smile and press your lips to his forehead. he hums in cosy contentment, and you slip your arms under his shoulders and knees to carry him like a new bride. he shivers as his blanket slips off of his limbs, and his bare skin bears the brunt of the sharp cold.

"where were you?" he murmurs, blinking slowly. 

 "work," you say simply. "overtime to sucker up to my boss."

"i asked one of your friends, angel. he said you left early."

you pause in the darkened hallway. your grip tightens on hoseok. "which friend?"

"kim seokjin."

bastard.

"ha-ha – what a jokester, that one. i really was doing overtime. i left him early."

you place him gently on the bed in the dark bedroom and draw the blankets up, waiting for him to lay back. he doesn't; instead, he stares up at you, his large black shirt hanging off of his shoulders. the soft white tag sticks up at the nape of his neck – your initials are scrawled on it in fading, feathering permanent marker.

"do you promise?" he asks softly.

you lean forward and press your lips to his temple, sweeping his hair behind his ear and brushing your fingers over his cheek. when you open your hand, a small round ceramic bird with orange and teal plumage nests in your palm. he can't help but giggle slightly, accepting the little trinket with a fond smile.

"i promise," you say, folding his fingers over the bird. "go to sleep. i'll join you in a moment."

when you tug the sheets up, he lies back and shifts against the fluffy white pillows, placing the ceramic bird on the bedside table. he tucks his face into the blankets and gazes at your retreating figure through the enveloping shadows.

"angel."

pausing in the doorway, you glance over your shoulder.

his eyes flicker up to the little bird, watching over him while he sleeps. his gaze shifts to you beneath the blankets. "how did you do it?"

his voice is so soft, yet so bright. in all your years, you've never met anyone quite like him.

you hum and lift a finger to your lips. "magic. sweet dreams, sweetheart."

the door closes behind you, sinking the bedroom into warm darkness.

—

it's a lazy, golden evening, and the sunset bathes in the rippling waves somewhere behind an indigo horizon.

hoseok's supposed to come home any time soon. he's a kindergarten teacher, and while you're not sure how he deals with those snot-nosed brats on the daily, he seems to love his job, speaking fondly of the children he watches over while their families work hard to make sure they always have food on the table.

when the doorbell chimes, you don't have your guard up. you don't even check who it is.

a boy barges into your apartment as soon as the door cracks open.

he stops in the hallway, arms crossed and spine so straight you think it might snap if he cranes his neck too far. he picks up a red rose sealed inside a bell jar and rolls his slitted golden eyes, turning it this way and that.

"you've gone native," he remarks, tattooed knuckles rolling a souvenir coin. he sets them back on the shelf and turns to you.

you widen the door. "get out."

"i haven't even told you why i'm here."

"i already know." a headache builds behind your eyes. "what would you like me to say? i'm ever so sorry, i will not do it again?"

"yes," he sniffs, "but with less sarcasm. my feelings are easily hurt. all this?" he gestures broadly with both arms. "it's not a good look on your otherwise pristine record. i'll tell on you," he threatens.

"what are you – five years old?" you shut the door harder than necessary; he won't leave until he has said his piece. he never does. "just because i am the favourite and you are not doesn’t mean you are allowed to stomp on my sandcastle."

"it's a shitty fucking sandcastle," he snaps, stepping forward and jabbing his finger into your chest. "it deserves to be stomped on."

"you deserve to be stomped on." you push him backward into your apartment, away from the thin walls. "whose skin have you stolen tonight? this poor boy... not usually the type you usually like to wear, jungkook."

"he's temporary." he huffs, lifting a pair of sunglasses from his t-shirt collar to his head. "he was the only one around who was wearing a pair of these. you should consider yourself lucky. skipping alongside these humans with these deadlights—" he gestures sharply at his face "—is a sure-fire method of getting a one-way trip to the nearest church."

"stop being so self-conscious, kitten. your eyes are really quite adorable."

he hisses.

you raise your hands in mock defence. "lower your hackles. as much as i enjoy our stimulating conversations, i have more important matters to attend to. you wished to tell me something?"

"you're stupid and i hate you."

arching a brow, you say, "nothing different, then. is that truly what you came here to relay?"

"boss is gonna flay you alive when i tell him what you're really doing," he says smugly. "fraternising with the humans? letting them call you 'angel' and calling them 'sweetheart'? it's so disgustingly lovey-dovey and – ugh – human. you can't even love."

you glance at the clock, ticking away on the wall, and turn back to the kitchen, where a tray of unbaked cookies sits by the preheating oven. opening the oven door hits you with a melting heat and you slide the tray in, setting a tomato-shaped timer for fifteen minutes.

"perhaps not," you respond eventually. "not in the way they do. but i protect him, and i think of him when we are apart. for me, that is love enough."

you place the tea towels aside to keep an eye on the cookies, tracing your fingers over printed bees and flowers. hoseok had been enamoured with their little fat bodies and smiling faces, and the pleasant memory of his joy tugs at your lips.

"our boss cares little for my activities up here. i still get the job done," you continue, turning around and leaning back against the counter. you inspect the child he parades around in. mid-twenties, fairly solidly-built. he wears a black denim jacket with three pins over the heart: a nearby university's coat of arms, a metallica logo, and a rectangular rainbow flag.

what a shame. he seems sweet, radiating innocence overshadowed by jungkook's intrinsic aura of impending doom. unless jungkook was kind enough to knock him out of the mental driver's seat, the boy will be fraught with strange tremors and muscle twitches for the next few weeks, as well as the fuzzy memories of this encounter. somehow, you doubt that jungkook gives enough of a damn about mortals to worry about the post-possession panic induced in them.

"you get the job done for now. i hope you know what you're getting into – you know we're not supposed to tangle with humans." he shrugs, golden feline eyes following you as you move about in the kitchen, cleaning up with a pointed noisiness. "he's still mortal."

"oh – so you care about me, do you? how cute."

"i don't!" he says hotly, scowling. "just stating the obvious."

"sure."

"i do not!"

"very well, kitten." you rest a hand on your hip, the other bracing against the bench. you lift a brow. "would you like a cookie? i've become quite proficient."

he frowns. "no, i would not. anyway, didn't you just put them in?"

"you forget the extent of what i can do."

you reach into the oven with mitts decorated with – jungkook nearly gags – another scene of embroidered bustling bees gathering pollen. straight out of the oven, you pick up a single lovely golden-brown cookie, risen just perfectly. you hold it out on a palm.

"i told you, i don't want one."

you tilt your head. "i cooled it for you."

after a moment of silence, jungkook sighs. he mutters begrudgingly, "does it have chocolate in it?"

"no. it is safe."

he takes it. he inspects it like a petri dish, and it is only when you turn your back on him that he nibbles on the edge with cattish canines.

"taehyung tells me you spend a lot of time with this mortal," he mumbles through a mouthful of warm buttery goodness, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. "says you bring him to his menagerie every weekend for something he thinks is a date. that's dangerous."

you roll your eyes; jungkook knows it, despite staring only at the back of your shoulders as you transfer the cookies into a container. "those pests know better than to hunger for what is mine. taehyung's concern is appreciated, but unnecessary."

"look – taehyung says the guy has an incredible soul. white as an angel's feather. makes even him, restrained and classy and whatever, salivate just a little. you can't be so blinded by what you call love to be immune to their desires." he snatches another cookie from the container when you place it neatly on the edge of the stone countertop. the glowing sunlight shifts from behind a thin cloud and he relaxes in the warmth, rolling his shoulders and stretching his arms before him – it takes a moment before he visibly remembers the purpose of his visit. 

"anyway,” he continues, “might be a grand idea to keep track of him for a while. bringing a soul like that back home would entail a pretty bonus."

"i am working on it, kitten."

jungkook shrugs. "don't kill the messenger. plus, whatever plan you're working on seems to be taking its sweet time – you are more of an idiot than i thought you were if you think you can stave off their attacks forever. you're a fool in any case," he sighs, the humming evening sunlight bringing him an indiscreet pleasure. "the boy must learn about you at some point. you weren't always so docile, baking cookies and drinking out of cups with cute cats on them."

"you should be pleased by the latter," you retort, crossing your arms. "i am always thinking of you, kitten, even when you are not here to suck favours out of me."

"rather rude of you to assume that's all i'm here for." he grunts, swinging his legs off of the stool and standing. "accept my advice or not – i don't give a rat's ass what you choose."

"then why did you come here?"

"i – for – because i'm—" his frown deepens and he scowls furiously, a fist darting out to twist in your collar and drag you down to his height. "because you're downright stupid for fucking with romance. he can never love you once he realises what you are!"

you wrench yourself out of his grasp with an icy glare. to his credit, jungkook does not back down.

"i have had enough of you, jungkook," you growl. the sun seems to waver, darting behind a cloud, and the resulting abrupt darkness slashes a sliver of uncertainty across jungkook's features. "leave."

"not until you promise me that you'll end things with him. their lifetimes are a blink of the eye to us."

"i will not."

he throws his hands into the air. "and what about me, huh? i could be fucked just by coming here if the others find out. your reputation won't protect you for much longer."

"what does that have to do with anything?"

"i'm sticking my neck out to warn you! there's only so much you can do before everyone realises that you've mellowed out, and i'll be seen as a traitor for alerting you of them." he glares. "you need to tell him what we are. it'll keep him safe."

"no."

"yn," he says, flabbergasted. "what is wrong with you?"

"religiously, temporally, or physiochemically?"

he grabs your collar and judo-throws you to the floor, knocking a grunt out of you at the impact. "break up with him, i swear to all that is unholy," he struggles to keep his grip on you, " and stop lying to him!"

you toss him aside, pressing an arm over his throat. he wriggles and whimpers. the pressure doesn't hurt – you're too soft to hurt his vessel – but he makes those big eyes, pupils dilated until only a sliver of gold remains, and bucks his hips and jerks on your shirt in attempts to regain control.

"alright, jungkook," you say quietly, placid and dangerous, "i will let you off today because you are young and do not know better. but the next time you—"

"yn?"

you stiffen. you turn slowly over your shoulder.

hoseok stands in the doorway, head tilted and expression almost... crushed.

oh, shit. shit.

you get off of jungkook with as much dignity as you can muster and straighten your clothes, running a hand over your hair. "hello, hoseok."

jungkook staggers to his feet, shoving his sunglasses onto his face. you glance at him and pat down his wrinkled shirt and messy hair. hoseok watches, expression indiscernible.

"hi. good to meet ya. oh, would you look at the time, i was just—"

you drag him into a seat by the back of his collar and point at him. "sit," you hiss, and he scoffs. begrudgingly, he grabs a cookie from the container and nibbles at it.

gently, you take hoseok by the arm and lead him to the bedroom. he stares over his shoulder at the stranger in his kitchen. "hey... will he be...?"

"he will be fine." you shut the door behind him. "i'm very sorry for him, he can be quite a handful—"

"are you cheating on me?"

your eyes widen. "no. no, not at all, sweetheart—"

"hoseok."

a tight smile tugs at your lips and you nod, running your hand over your hair again. "right. i am not cheating on you, hoseok. you trust me, do you not?"

he watches as you take a seat on the edge of the bed. "that depends on what you say next. yn, i love you, and you've been nothing but gentlemanly to me since, but you have to understand that there's very little room for interpretation when i come home to find you on top of a man – god, barely that, he hardly looks old enough to drink. and when he makes those – sounds – and moves like that, you can't blame me for where my thoughts go."

"i-i know, and i'm sorry." shit. "but you have to believe me – i would never do such a thing to you. i care for you, infinitely deeply, and you have made me happier than i ever thought possible. your love has made me kinder, more empathetic, so please, hoseok, believe me when i say i tell the—"

"answer the damn question," he whispers, closing his eyes. "just say yes or no, yn."

you rub your hands together. "no. he... his name is jungkook."

he crosses his arms. you hurry on. "he is – something of a brother to me. he's... i'm..."

there is no easy way to break this news.

"i am a demon."

a beat.

"that remains to be seen," hoseok says cautiously.

"no, i – i mean it literally. personifications of humanity's primal fear of the strange and unknown."

hoseok makes the face you expect. you have insisted the equivalent of telling him that a jolly old man in a red suit indeed squeezes down chimneys at the end of the calendar year.

"have you been drinking?" he asks carefully, brows arched. "maybe you should lay down. i'll see this 'jungkook' kid out."

"i'm not inebriated. it is a physical impossibility."

eventually, he sighs, pressing his fingers into his eyes until stars burst behind his eyelids. "okay... okay. say that i believe you. prove it."

you stare up at him, at a loss. you are bound to this form until you relinquish it permanently, and you have grown quite attached to it. hoseok waits patiently, lips pursed.

an idea springs to mind. you jump to your feet, startling hoseok, and you apologise for it as you open the bedroom door. "come. i have proof."

in the kitchen, jungkook glances up at your entry, eyes darting down to the cookie in his hand. two more have disappeared from the container since you last saw him.

"show him your eyes," you order.

he recoils as if shot. "what the fuck? no!"

"hoseok wants proof, and you have it. you wanted to help me break the news to him, so now you will help," you say matter-of-factly. "sunglasses, please."

hesitantly, he pulls them off, only to screw his eyes shut and bury his face in his hands. "no... they're embarrassing..."

"jungkook."

he groans and reluctantly – very reluctantly – lifts his head. he parts his fingers to reveal one golden eye.

"contacts," says hoseok flatly.

"what—?  you asked for proof. his adorable eyes are not proof enough?"

"don't call them adorable..."

"i don't understand," hoseok says. "can't you just, i don't know – whip out a tail? wings? horns, maybe?"

you shake your head. "it does not work like that, i'm afraid. jungkook, uncover your face. or – you can show him your teeth."

"no," he hisses vehemently.

"then no more whining, or i will not bake for you again. remember that i don’t make threats."

he grumbles, dropping his hands. you pull out a brightly-coloured hedgehog with ribbon spines and small gold bells. hoseok stares at it, rightfully confused, until you explain, "watch his eyes."

you shake the toy in the corner of his vision and the bells tinkle. jungkook's head turns faster than normal. he glares. "that won't work on me again."

you shake the toy once more and chuck it at hoseok's feet. his head snaps to it and hoseok's eyes widen – just like jungkook's pupils.

jungkook takes a moment to register what you've done. his pupils shrink again as he scowls, crossing his arms and returning fully to his seat. "bastard..."

"do you believe me now, hoseok?" you ask.

"yeah."

you pause, befuddled. "really?"

he shrugs, tossing his messenger bag onto the couch behind him. "well, you have this odd way of speaking. i thought it was charming; i don't know many people who would use 'inebriated' rather than 'drunk' in a casual conversation, you know, and sometimes your little magic tricks feel a little too magic."

"yeah, man," jungkook pipes up, "relax a little. even i don't sound like i'm stuck in a period drama, and i haven't been topside since i met charles the third. the spanish one," he adds.

"that's a lie."

"that’s a lie," jungkook concedes quickly, "but it gets my point across, and that is the important part."

hoseok glances at him and he reaches for his sunglasses. you slide them out of his reach, and he could coax them out from under your hand with a little demonic urging, but he doubts you'd let that pass.

he sighs. he gestures vaguely as he rises to his feet. "i hate the tension in this room. i'm done here."

you move towards him. "don't you dare, jungkook—"

his eyes roll back. he collapses into your arms.

hoseok squeaks. you shake your head and attempt a smile for him, bouncing the limp body in your arms and placing him lengthwise along the couch. "he should be fine. when he wakes up, it will not be jungkook."

"does it hurt? do we need to call an ambulance?"

"he may be disoriented for a moment, but it should pass. he might want some water – bottled. thank you."

when the boy wakes up a few moments later, lifting his heavy head from the pillow beneath it, his groggy gaze meets yours. his eyes slide closed.

he bolts upright.

"hey, hey," hoseok says softly, gentle smile warm and welcoming as he eases to his knees. "you're alright. my name is hoseok, and this is my boyfriend, yn. are you okay?"

he swallows, fawn-brown eyes flickering about nervously as he scoots back into the corner of the couch. "ah... hi. i like your shirt."

hoseok beams, smoothing down the mushroom-patterned cotton. "thanks. thirsty?"

he licks his lips and nods. his gaze slips, unfocussed, every so often as hoseok pushes bottled water towards him on the coffee table. he grabs it as if he's been stranded in the desert for days.

he downs half the bottle in one go, panting as he rubs his eyes. "what... what happened? i was... heading to the bar, and..."

hoseok's eyes widen as they dart to yours. you sigh, taking his bottle from his twitching hands and twisting the cap on for him. he mumbles a sleepy thanks as he accepts it back. "how's the headache? we can turn off the lights if you prefer."

he waves a hand rather than shaking his head. "s'fine, just... feels like someone put my brain under a dough mixer. the hook ones. d'you have ibuprofen? feel like 'm gonna explode..."

hoseok stands to grab some from the cabinet. you tilt your head at the boy in front of you. "you should not accept drugs from strangers."

he sighs, curling up on the couch and closing his eyes. "i know... i dunno. feel like i can trust you – s'weird. like you're really important to me, somehow. dunno. please don' chainsaw me in half..."

he's already dozed off by the time hoseok returns with an unbroken box of painkillers. he sets the box down on the table and gently slips the water bottle from his loose grasp, setting them both on the table.

hoseok frowns at the boy on the couch. "did he say you were important to him?"

you shrug, tucking your feet under the chair neatly. "jungkook cares little about how he leaves. it is likely he forgot a part of himself when he left so abruptly." you hum. "it is good, however, to know that he trusts me so much that a mortal with a remnant of him feels secure enough to fall asleep around me."

you raise your eyes from the boy napping in your home; hoseok gazes back with an odd, lopsided grin, leaning against the backrest of the couch. "what is it, sweetheart?"

he shakes his head, laughing softly. "it's strange that you say you're a demon, the embodiment of all that is scary and evil, and you light up like a christmas tree at the idea of being trusted completely."

"well, demons are rare to trust," you try to reason, but hoseok's smile only grows. he steps closer and tilts your chin up.

"you're just a big softie," he whispers, pressing his lips to yours. he tastes like vanilla chocolate lollipops, sweet and warm. "my softie."

[wyverian-lady525]

For part 2 of catching feels. Kyle now know the rider basically has no one and has tsukino keep tabs when he hears the rider is going after a nergigante (with cheval) he not only climbs and finds the secret wyvern village. But is relieved to see and hear the rider okay.

That is until he hears the rider yelling at cheval (honestly cheval was fixated on the nergigante not the rider from what it seems in game.) and then the rider sees kyle and insults cheval by saying “at least kyle’s better AND HE’S A HUNTER AND I RATHER TEAM UP WITH HIM!!” before dragging kyle away to help them find the nergigante nest for its egg. (Just a lil hc that nergigante was only a pain due to trying to get extra food cause its partner was dead. Thats why it was causing issues and the rider understood but cheval didn’t and they ended up killing it due to cheval constantly going after it without understanding it.)

You're right about my boi Cheval, man was more obsessive. And I love how long it took them to realize that the ELDER DRAGON EATER was after an elder dragon XD like, ever hear of Zorah Magdaros and the Nergigante

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Catching Feelings (Part 2)

You were still on Kyle's mind when he reaches Nua Te to see you, and whilst there, you drag him on another adventure. But wait, why does it make him feel weird?

Ever since he found out you had no family, Kyle has been jumping from thought to thought. He didn't quite know what to think of the situation as a whole, but all he did know was that he felt different around you. The hunter couldn't quite explain it. All he did know was that he felt a sudden emptiness when you guys parted ways after the Rage-Rayed Mizutsune.

But Kyle was just glad he's reached an understanding when it comes to Ratha. He gets it now why you feel so attached to the monster.

It still bothered him that you had no family. In fact, Kyle couldn't even focus on the pits because of it. It got to the point where Tsukino had to be in charge of things because he was too busy thinking about you.

That's why he's heading to the secret wyverian village in the mountains, Nua Te.

"I got intel that Y/N is heading after a Nergigante-along with another rider." The palico told him with a grin after seeing Kyle's relieved face.

"That's not a monster that should be taken lightly. I'm going to help Y/N." Kyle said without hesitation, and Tsukino put her paws on her hips.

"Is that the only reason you are going-or do I detect a hint of jealousy?" Tsukino teased him and Kyle balled his fists by his sides while his face turned slightly red.

"Shut up."

Kyle certainly wasn't worried about you having a companion. In fact, he was glad that you weren't on your own right now. But there was a feeling in his chest that irked him when he knew that your other companion was not him, but rather a stranger. It was one of the main reasons that he was climbing up the cliffside to a village that would most likely throw him out. He needed to know and see that you were okay.

And true to what he was thinking, the wyverians were very cold to him and Tsukino. However, the felyne was very quick to tell them that they knew you. And somehow, they seemed to ease up a little.

"Where do you think Y/N is?" Kyle asked and Tsukino shrugged. Honestly, you could be anywhere outside the village looking for the elder dragon. In fact, you could be in the middle of fighting it right now.

"You are impossible to be around!"

"Found Y/N." Tsukino said with a grin when your voice echoed from the village entrance. The hunter and palico duo were quick to rush that way to find you, angry (kind of like how you got with Kyle before) and shouting at another older red-haired male, who looked equally annoyed. Kyle guessed that this was the other rider you were working with, or trying to.

"Me? I'm just trying to help you! Your selfish obsession with this monster is hurting Ratha!" The man said back to you.

"You mean YOUR obsession! It's you who's tracking the monster, not me! I could care less about where that Nergigante was! I didn't give it a thought before it stood in my way to help uncover Ratha's secret!" You shouted back, roughly poking the older man in the chest. In fact, your actions made Kyle feel rather proud.

"That monster never needed to be slain. It was just following its instincts. It...it had a family." You said, backing away a bit and putting a hand over your heart. The other rider, hesitated a bit before looking at the wall.

It was then that Kyle decided to make his presence known.

"Kyle!" You said happily, and for some reason it made his heart jump for joy. The (rather handsome) red-haired rider looked over at the hunter with a curious expression. However, you shot the older male a glare and ran over to Kyle.

"Well Cheval, I'd rather team up with Kyle, and guess what, he's a hunter!" You shouted at your companion, who simply rolled his eyes and walked off. But you paid him no mind. Instead, you grabbed Kyle's hand and ran back out into the wilds.

Kyle didn't understand, but all he could focus on was your hand touching his.

"So...you want to tell me what we're doing?" Kyle asked. You had dragged him out of there so fast that neither Tsukino nor Navirou had time to follow. Only Ratha was glued to your hip and followed you both.

"We're looking for a Nergigante nest." You explained simply while folding your arms and looking away. Kyle didn't need to say more. He knew that you wanted to save that egg because if you didn't...then the egg would...

"I don't know how much you overheard, but that was Cheval, the rider helping me. We just got into a disagreement." You explained, peering through foliage and avoiding large monsters. Kyle was looking around too, eyeing crevices in the rocks for signs of elder dragon activity.

"Sounded more than a disagreement." Kyle said and you shrugged.

"He just didn't understand the Nergigante. It was just hunting more because it had a family to feed...called me obsessed over it while he was the one hunting it. It was just..." You huffed, showing your irritation.

"Why would he think you're obsessed?" The hunter asked and your walking slowed as your eyes glanced down.

"It's the same monster that killed my grandfather..."

You could practically hear the breeze running through the valley due to the silence both of you held. Honestly, Kyle didn't know how to respond to that. He's come close to losing someone, but he's never had to...comfort...another person like this. However, his instincts acted out.

He gently patted your shoulder and you smiled softly at him.

But before you could say anything else, Ratha sensed something and ran past both of you. Alarmed, the two of you ran after him to see that Ratha found the nest you were looking for. But the most alarming thing of all was the already dead Nergigante corpse that was laying beside the nest. Kyle widened his eyes and your hand went to your heart.

"So...my hunch was right. That other monster was the only one able to get food for its family. Its partner had been..." You shook your head and walked up to the nest, taking an egg after patting Ratha on the head and praising him for finding this.

"You gonna make it your monstie." Kyle asked and you nodded.

"This Nergigante is a part of my family now. No one should be alone." You said while looking at the egg and walking off, Ratha following. Kyle watched you leave before starting to follow, again more of these thoughts were in his head.

You were raised alone which is why your monsties were so important to you. You didn't want any other living thing to go through what you went through. Because of this, monsters were an important part of your life. They act on instinct, and don't leave or fight with you if you have a disagreement with them.

Well, Kyle's going to walk right up to Cheval and tell him that he can leave now. You have a hunter by your side.

And for some reason, the very thought filled Kyle with much pride.

[world-smitten]

See You In My 19th Life pre finale thoughts

I was not planning on watching this show, but I'm having a Shin Hye-sun moment, thanks to her absolute brilliance in Stranger. This show has grown on me like a weed, so here we are 🥲. Spoilers!

Age IS problematic in Ji-eum's and Seo-ha's relationship - not in the sense of the 1000 year old spirit falling for a 10 year old boy, but in the sense of someone who gains awareness of their soul's immortality at the ripe old age of 9. That's an essential tension in the show's depiction of past lives - asking what happens to a child who gains this knowledge, especially if that child is vulnerable. Rich, cherished 12 year old Jo-won reacts to this knowledge by running straight into her mother's arms; poor and neglected 9 year old Ji-eum immediately thinks to hustle her way out of poverty, driven by memories of a happier past life where the love around her sustained her childhood until her death. The young actresses - who perform and are directed wonderfully - don't play her as an adult in a child's body, but as a child translating ageless knowledge through their intrinsically childish filter. Her love of Seo-ha is equal parts endearing and disturbing for this reason - memories of loving him in a happier past life are impressed on a 9 year old child, who then devotes herself to becoming the kind of woman who can stand by his side, who can protect and care for him. And in order to do this, she has to be "successful"; therefore, her fixation on reuninting with him is tangled up in her desperate attempts to escape poverty and neglect. Which is why I'm OBSESSED with Shin Hye-sun's performance. A lot of people have already picked up on Ji-eum's general weirdness - what I love is the calculated poise of her body language, as if she's crafting herself into the picture of dignity in direct reaction to the indignity of her early childhood. There's one moment I'm obsessed with in episode 8, where she bumps heads with Seo-ha and she's in pain...but then she bounces back, asking him if he's okay, refusing to show him any vulnerability. This is also why I love that the writing forces her family into Seo-ha's path - he meets her brother, her father, he learns the role they played in Ju-won's murder; he sees this painful, messy side of her too. This really endears me to their romance - it's melancholic and twisted, but I want them to find happiness in their sad little love story.

SYIM9L is very ambitious for a 12-episode show - different plotlines with different emotional tenors all existing in increasing dissonance with each other. Less is more, I think. The story about child murder is awkwardly triangulating with the story about fated love, and the outcome reads clumsy. Poor Min-gi. A love triangle that is constantly perpetuating itself across different lives might be fascinating in itself - but if the show wanted to place Ji-eum/Seo-ha in a story of past histories/fate/free-will, it...was already doing that? The murder mystery is a story of parents devouring their children - one father attempts to kill his son (allegedly), another unwittingly kills his daughter in another life. And these choices, made before either were born, play a role in how Seo-ha and Ji-eum relate to one another. Personally, i don't think she chose to pursue him, I think it was an inescapable compulsion because she was desperate and she was NINE. The concept of free will is invariably complicated because the character making the choices was a vulnerable child. Episode 8 has been the high point for me, because it touches on the helplessness felt when you realise how deeply the adults in your life have let you down; by externalising that helplessness via reincarnation (your daughter's soul is the soul of a child you murdered - your father killed you in a past life for money), it feels all the more raw and upsetting. I just find it more compelling than whatever is going on with their first-lives.

Ha Yoon-kyung's cuteness has the precision and potency of a long-range ballistic missile. Love you queen.

[danielle-dna]

Social Concepts - 10

The pressure put on young people is extraordinary. If you sleep around with a lot of guys you are a slut, but if you remain a virgin you are considered a prude. There is this weird obsession men have with taking a woman's virginity. It's like a prey for them, a reward. Simon was not very excited to be a recipient of such an award.

"Listen, lovie, don't joke about this stuff with me. You being serious? You were a virgin?" I was afraid, pacing around the room, grabbing at my clothes. Currently looking for my second hoop earring.

"Oh shut the hell up already. You haven't taken anything from me. Virginity is nothing but some shit made by old men so they can guilt trip young girls. I'm 21. I'm well above legal age, we are both consenting adults, what the hell is your problem?!"

Simon, still fully naked, besides his mask of course, crossed his arms and started walking towards me. "Your first time should be special. It shouldn't be with some random stranger at the back of a car for fucks sake! Why haven't you said anything'?"

I had enough of him. Serves me right, I should've kept my stupid mouth shut. Why do I always ruin everything? "Because! I...I was happy that a man like you would even look in my direction, let alone find me attractive! I WAS HAPPY SOMEONE FOUND ME PRETTY ENOUGH TO FUCK!"

This pushed him over the edge. The big, scary masked man walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders. "The fuck are you talking about? What shit is going on in that head of yours. Any man would be happy to have a gorgeous girl like you. Are you fucking senile?"

There it was. The thing that pushed me over the edge. I could feel tears forming in my eyes. I started sobbing. Hard. "I'm...I'm sorry for fucking it up, Simon. I'm so sorry."

I started shaking uncontrollably. Whatever made him mad was gone now. He gently hugged me and pulled me into his well built chest. "It's okay love. You haven't ruin anything. I'm sorry for getting worked up on it." His large hands started caressing my hair in hopes to calm me down. It worked. There was something about this man, this 6'4 man making me feel so safe. "Come 'ere." Pulling me closer and leading me towards the bed, he sat down and placed me in his lap. I was still very much naked, just like him.

"Look, you are a great girl. You are smart, kind, fuck, you figured out what I do without any clues from me...I don't want to ruin you. An amazing person like yourself deserves to be with a man who is better than me." The tears threatened to spill again. Carefully, I raised the mask up to his nose and kissed him.

"Don't say shit like that. You are a lieutenant. An SAS lieutenant. That's very admirable. I want you. Not some other bloke down the street, but YOU." He sighed and grabbed my butt, pulling me closer. "Fucking hell..."

"Don't try to deny it, Simon, your mouth say one thing, your body and dick say otherwise." Picking me up and playfully throwing me on the bed, he covered my chest with kisses, touching me wherever he could.

"Yeah, you're right. I do want you. I would be an idiot to let a woman like you go." That made me giggle. His calloused finger found the way between my legs and started working their magic. Soon I turned into a moaning mess. With one hand taking care of me downstairs, he had no problem providing equal attention to my chest. I loved every second of it.

"You are so fucking beautiful, you know that? Fuck..." It all became too much for me I came all over his hand. But...I didn't just came, oh no. He was so good, I squirted all over his hand.

[ramblings-of-a-mad-cat]

Given your history with the forbidden ship, what are your thoughts on krumione?

It took me a second to decipher the reference. Anon, you can say the name. Hayley isn’t a dirty word 🤣 just a questionable ship. Which is more or less the case for my man Victor Krum. The fandom is somewhat divided here. There are those who praise him as an underrated gentleman, and those who shame him as a creep who targets underage girls. 

Honestly, both sides are exaggerating. 

Krum wasn’t some unsung hero. He was a lonely, awkward guy with fame, but no friends. He was repeatedly described as being surly. He had feelings for Hermione, indicating that he appreciated her intelligence (and probably how different she was from his typical fan-girls) but so what? Just because Hermione didn’t get a lot of attention from boys, it doesn’t make Krum noble for having noticed her. 

Krum is a guy who was, I think, deeply affected by attending a school like Durmstrang. It didn’t turn him into a dark wizard or a bigot (likely because of the personal losses his family suffered at the hands of the Grindelwald regime) but it does seem to have affected his social skills in a negative capacity, and becoming a celebrity certainly didn’t help. Nor did becoming a Quidditch player. I’ve talked about this before but Quidditch players tend to be obsessive and throw everything else away, including basic morality, just so they can win. The Wronski Feint may be cool when you’re a kid reading the book for the first time, but in adulthood, it really hits me just how screwed up that actually was. He basically tried to kill the other Seeker. It’s not his fault that such a move is considered acceptable, but he didn’t have to use it. 

In general, I think fame hampered Krum’s ability to make friends, and rendered him unable to trust that people weren’t just trying to cozy up to him because he was famous. Unfortunately, this includes people like Ron, he’s a perfect example. Krum was a socially awkward, grumpy young man who probably did want to make friends and find love, but he had no clue how to do this, especially not in a school full of strangers in another country. (It’s no wonder he invited Hermione to come visit him.) Hell, we don’t know why he made the journey to Hogwarts in the first place. Was it his decision? Did he even want to enter the Triwizard Tournament? Or was he pressured into it by Karkaroff? 

I should elaborate on my feelings a bit more. I am by no means condemning Viktor Krum, because he may be strange and socially awkward, but that’s not a crime. Questionable Seeker plays notwithstanding, Krum doesn’t really do anything wrong during the story. It’s not his fault, for instance, that Karkaroff shamelessly favorited him, or that Crouch Jr used him as a puppet. If anything, his aggressive reaction to a perceived Grindelwald supporter is a mark in his favor. Krum is the sort of guy who has punched Nazis and gladly would again. Can’t really fault him for that. 

But what about the erumpent in the room, what about his interest in Hermione? 

Well, like I said, I don’t believe he ever does anything out of line. Is it creepy? I think that depends on the context. Is the age gap a little suspect? I mean, yeah, it is. But it’s hardly impossible for a guy Krum’s age to date a girl Hermione’s age without being a predator. To pretend otherwise is silly. That leaves the question - is Krum written to be a predator? The answer is no. I hardly think asking a girl to attend a chaperoned dance is predatory behavior. It’s implied that they dated a while afterward, that Hermione (probably) kissed him. But hey, if they hit it off at The Yule Ball, why can’t they see where that goes? Hermione being Krum’s Hostage in the Second Task is…weird, I’ll admit. Particularly since the judges were willing and able to procure family members from outside the country. But then again, is it not equally weird for Cedric’s Hostage to be Cho? They hadn’t been dating that long. Frankly, I think this just proves how lonely Krum is. 

I’ve seen posts that say he “isolated” and “threatened” Harry when he saw him as a romantic rival. Which seems like a major reach. All he did was ask for an explanation. There was no indication that he meant harm. And when Harry clarified, Krum changed his tune and acted more friendly. Again, he and Hermione were basically dating at this point. It’s not unreasonable for Krum to be angry if he thought Hermione was cheating on him. Overall, he should have confronted her instead of Harry, but that’s a different issue. My point being, it was not predatory behavior. No more than his being irritated that Hermione wasn't paying attention to him after the Second Task. He was already insecure about Harry, and he was the one who had "saved" Hermione, of course he wanted to be the center of attention in that moment.

Was it creepy for Krum to invite Hermione to visit him in Bulgaria? I’ve seen that sentiment expressed, that he was trying to “isolate her” (there’s that word again) in a country where he would be the only person she knew, and that this was a red flag. I’d just call it an inevitable reality. One can assume Krum would want to introduce her to his family and such. But until then, yeah, she wouldn’t know anyone else from there. So? Furthermore, there’s no indication that her parents weren’t invited too. Either way, Hermione would need their consent and there’s no doubt Krum knew she would. Like, we have no evidence that he was trying to do this behind their backs. In general, Harry himself regularly stayed with the Weasleys during school breaks, for weeks at a time. This could simply be a traditional aspect of wizarding culture. Something that happens all the time. Not some grand evil plan. In any case, Hermione rejected the offer to visit Bulgaria (or her parents said no, we can’t be sure) and I think we can safely assume that Krum took this with grace, as he and Hermione remain pen pals after the fact and are on good terms.

I’ve made this point before when defending Hayley, but I dislike how people express distaste for Krumione by describing it as an “adult man” pursuing a “15 year old girl.” Because referring to Krum as such in this context and ignoring that he’s only 18 himself just obscures the situation. It makes it sound a lot worse than it actually is, and it almost seems like people are doing this on purpose. Krum may be an adult in this case and Hermione may be a child, but that doesn't mean they're all that far apart. Again, Cedric and Cho also get together after the Yule Ball, and by Wizard standards, Cedric was an adult too. We're still dealing with a romance between two teenagers. Yes, an 18 year old is more mature than a 15 year old. But 18 year olds are still pretty damn stupid. I know. I’ve been there. 

But what about the time that Krum, as a 21 year old man, was eyeing up Ginny, a 16 year old girl? That alone kills any defense he might have, right? It creates a pattern and removes the benefit of the doubt from the equation…right? Well, it would, except that Krum doesn’t actually know her age, how could he isn’t actually interested in Ginny. He doesn’t check her out until after Harry describes Ron and Hermione as a couple. Up until that point, he had eyes only for her. It seems like pretty clear subtext. Krum just wants to find a pretty girl to dance with and make Hermione jealous. Which is immature. But again, acting immature is not the same thing as acting predatory. He backs off when Harry tells him that Ginny has a boyfriend, I think we can assume he would likewise have backed off if Harry had told him "She's 16, dude."

Altogether, Hermione was Krum’s first love. He seems to have idealized their relationship and never really gotten over her. While this probably isn’t the healthiest situation for him, I still wouldn’t call him a creep. Krum respects Hermione’s boundaries and her autonomy. he is never shown pushing her into anything she doesn’t want, and Hermione doesn’t appear to be the least bit negatively affected by his residual feelings for her. She just carries on with her life. She shoots him down, and while he doesn’t exactly move on, he also doesn’t make it her problem. The worst you can say about Krum is that he's maybe a little pathetic. But I don't see any red flags here, at least not of that sort.

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I'm afraid that, while I have many Jonjonah thoughts, they're mostly incoherent snippets of ideas floating around in The Brain Soup. There's a couple varieties, mostly of my brain going "But what if..." -insert idea here- and then refusing to elaborate further.

Personally I'm very fond of AUs where Jon is also a regency man with an interest in the supernatural and they have a corruption arc together. I think they should go around London investigating statements and rumors of supernatural happenings. I like the idea that they were the only people doing research for the institute while it was still getting off the ground, and a lot of their correspondence and journals and papers would've been preserved (although most would be inaccessible/unknown to institute employees). Not sure how Jon would be surviving through the centuries though. Equally enchanted by the idea of him bodyhopping the way Jonah did, just being immortal as the Archivist, and hiding under the tunnels as a weird fucked up monster (I very much love monster Jon).

I've also seen a few AUs where Jonah finds Jon hanging out under Alexandria or something and bringing him back to London to be his Archivist (and maybe also help end the world a little bit). Everyone else is baffled and horrified but Jonah is smitten.

I am also weak to time-travel and/or universe-hopping shenanigans, either post s4 where Jon has to reckon with the Jonah he knew vs the (past? present?) version of Jonah. I think the most fleshed out (read: could be described in more than two sentences) idea I have for this would rely on a rewrite of s5 (at least the ending). I saw a couple posts about TMA ending with Jon trying to go through with his plan only for Martin to decide to kill him (rather than Jon volunteering to die in the hopes they'll end up somewhere else). Between those posts, a handful of "post-s5 Jon ends up in Jonah's time" AUs I've seen kicking around (mostly @/Paptato's "A Game of Cat and Mouse" and @/sm0kebreaks' "My Dear Jonah"), and my desire to see Jon succeed with his plan and kill the fears, my brain came up with the idea "what if Jon tried to get Jonah to do an apocalypse so he can kill the fears for good?" (Note: I often struggle to grasp what would and wouldn't be in character for characters that aren't mine, and this AU in particular may come across as somewhat (or very) OOC for Jon). It's mostly predicated on the idea that, having been betrayed by his friends and his partner for their own selfish ends, Jon came to the conclusion that the fears had to be stopped, and he was quite possibly the only person who both could and would, and wiping out humanity through a fearpocalypse would be the best way to destroy them for good. Thus he enlists Jonah's help in his armageddon quest (conveniently leaving out the part where Jonah would not actually live forever). From here the details get sort of fuzzy (is Jonah the archivist now? is it the Sims Institute?). Mostly I like to imagine them alone in the panopticon, watching the fears wither and starve, waiting for the end. Of course, I'm really not sure Jon would ever do... any of that? Maybe if his corruption arc went further, but I'm not sure the Jon we're given would willingly pursue the end of the world, especially after already being used to end it once. Also not convinced that he'd be very good at the subtle manipulation that would be required. However, I am still somewhat enamored by the concept of Jonah meeting stranger who clearly isn't quite human (possibly helping him recover from hopping realities?), enamored and intrigued by this mysterious person who promises eternal safety for Jonah if only he would help them. I think Jon might come to genuinely love and see some of himself in Jonah, but not enough to change anything. Honestly obsessed with relationships where there's this deep, intimate understanding between two characters, who are mostly on their own/disconnected from the other people around them, but there's still this yawning distance between them that they can't ever quite cross, and I think this specific AU could play into that really well.

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A poll based Stranger Things fanfiction

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Steve shook his head and rolled onto his face, groaning into his pillow. How could he think about men like that? What’s the point? What good would come from finding out he likes men… if he likes men? What would it prove? What would it change? Would he suddenly start wanting to date men? He sighed heavily and rolled onto his back again. Regardless, he had to know for sure. A slow, nervous breath calmed him as he closed his eyes and let his mind wander.

The first person to come to mind was Tommy, because of course it was. He had a long history with Tommy, and thinking back, there may have been a few less-than-straight moments between them. They did spoon at least once at a sleepover, and he’d had the misfortune of witnessing his morning wood more times than he would like to count. Unfortunately, thinking about Tommy bummed him out more than it turned him on. He shook the uncomfortable feeling away and turned his attention to someone else.

Why Jonathan was the next person on his mind, he couldn’t say. He sighed and rolled his eyes, deciding to just continue letting his mind wander wherever the fuck it decided to go. It lingered on the thought of Jonathan’s lips, specifically his smile. Why the hell was he suddenly so obsessed with Jonathan’s smile? Had he always been and just not known it? He did have a nice smile though, and it was a shame he rarely ever showed it. Nancy was about the only person that could coax a true smile out of him. Apparently, thinking about Jonathan bummed him out, too.

“Who’s next?” he grumbled to himself, running his hands through his hair. Billy. Fucking Billy was next. “Fuck it, why not?” he groaned loudly to his empty room. At least Billy was undeniably hot, and he’d inadvertently seen the whole package… the whole package. Steve had to face the fact that he could easily recall most of the details of his body as well. The way his necklace always stuck to his pecs was particularly enticing, and surprisingly satisfying to watch it pop free.

Now that he thought more about it, Billy stared at him a lot. He thought it was because he hated him, but maybe not. The eyes Billy gave him induced goosebumps that he equated to heebie-jeebies, but what if it was because he liked the look? His narrow-eyed gaze and the way he crudely licked his lips. His body was well built… and the way it would grind against him while they played against each oth- Shit! Steve groaned and covered his face. He was actually starting to get hard. “Fuck,” he sighed in annoyance. Then again, if he thought of an equally hot girl doing that, he’d get the same reaction, so it still might not count.

He needed something more solid. Something he could only experience with a man. Something with his dick… a blowjob! That was the first thing he could think of, anyway. Although he couldn’t be on the receiving end. Women can give blowjobs as well. No, he had to be the one sucking. That idea scared and somewhat thrilled him. He swallowed and thought of looking up at Billy from his knees. “Nope,” he cringed and cleared the creepy image. Something about Billy gazing down at him from that angle was too weird and threatening.

Who else was there for him to think about, though? His mouth suddenly went dry. Eddie… that’s who was left. The thought of looking up at Eddie’s face wasn’t nearly as scary. He could tell that Eddie put up a hard front, but was actually a fairly gentle person. His deer-like reaction in the parking lot was all the proof Steve needed to know he was right. Plus, it was easy to picture those large eyes of his with a caring expression. It was a little hard not to mix him up with his drag persona at first, but eventually, he was able to simply imagine Eddie as he’d seen him at the mall and after he cleaned up. Part of him regretted not talking to him before he left. Not that he knew what he’d say even if he did.

He forced his attention back to its original path, finding out if he actually wanted to sleep with men. Eddie was easy on the eyes, that’s for sure. His smile was infectious, too. Do I have a thing for smiles? He sighed and returned to trying to look at Eddie sexually. Instead of jumping straight into the idea of blowing him, Steve decided to take things a little slow. Just the thought of kissing him spiked his heart rate. His lips looked so plush and kissable. He bit his lip at the thought, trying not to be annoyed that his dick twitched. It did again when he thought about their tongues tangling.

Kissing had always been something that Steve enjoyed and was an easy way to get him going. Kissing a man couldn’t be too different from a woman, right? Great, now he was curious. He ran his tongue over the roof of his mouth for some form of sensation on it as he continued thinking about making out with Eddie. He wondered what’d it feel like to hold Eddie’s narrow waist. A soft groan escaped him at the memory of the dimples on his lower back. Those dimples killed him. There was just something so sexy about them. The thought of running his fingers over them while holding him in a kiss was enough to make his cock grow a touch more.

It was still difficult to accept that thinking about Eddie was making him hard, but the proof was almost staring back at him from under his briefs. He soldiered on and returned to the idea of making out with Eddie, but he took it a step further and undressed him. Other than his midriff and legs, Steve didn’t have any idea what Eddie’s body looked like. He didn’t seem like the sporty type, so chances are he wasn’t ripped, and he seemed rather thin, too. As he thought about taking Eddie’s clothes off, he gave him a generic slender body.

Next was the scary part, facing his dick. No! You’re not supposed to get excited at the fucking thought! He mentally scolded his own dick for twitching. He groaned and cringed, rubbing his hands on his face. Now that he had the image of him standing in front of a naked Eddie, he had to go further. He swallowed and closed his eyes tightly as he thought about kneeling in front of him. An electric sparkle danced over his skin when he met Eddie’s eyes staring down at him. He scanned down his flat chest until his eyes landed on his dick. What would his dick look like? He shook his head, trying not to think too hard about the details, and gave him a generic one. Fuuuck… He liked the idea of holding it and stroking the soft skin. In all honesty, why wouldn’t he like that idea? He has a dick and enjoys the feeling of jerking off, so why would holding another guy’s be all that different?

Putting it in his mouth, though, that was another story. He rubbed his tongue on the roof of his mouth as he tried to imagine what that would feel like. He’d handled his own dick plenty to know what textures to expect, but feeling them on his tongue was hard to imagine. A deep shame fell over him as he pressed his thumb past his lips, thinking about doing the same with Eddie’s dick. He ran it over his tongue and cringed when his body reacted. His heart raced, his breathing picked up, and there was no denying his dick was now at full mast. A thumb was far smaller than a dick, but it was the closest thing he could think of. He enjoyed the soft pressure of the pad of his thumb running over his tongue. Shit.

Maybe it was the fact that there was less blood in his brain, but he couldn’t come up with a reason to dispute this one. His free hand stroked over the thin cloth that held his erection flush to his body. When he started wishing that his thumb was actually Eddie’s dick, he had to accept that he was without a doubt interested in men sexually. He created a suction around his thumb as he took his dick out of his briefs and gave it a firm stroke.

“Damit,” he grumbled and removed his thumb from his mouth. He officially wanted Eddie. He’d felt this same way when thinking about women he wanted to sleep with, so there was no denying it. The fantasy continued, and he thought of Eddie staring up at him with his large doe eyes while seductively sucking his dick. Fuck, it was hot. He wondered what his hair would feel like as he ran his hand through his dark waves. He recalled doing the same with women, and how sometimes they liked him taking control. It made him wonder if Eddie would like him to be a little rough. Would he like his hair being grabbed, maybe pulled a little? Would he like being puppeteered? What face would he make if I pushed him all the way down?

Steve furthered the fantasy by imagining Eddie riding him, his slender body bouncing erotically on his dick with bright pink cheeks and shoulders. If only it was Eddie’s ass stroking him instead of his hand. He bet it would squeeze him like a goddamn vise and tightened his own grip to match the thought. A fun realization crossed Steve’s mind. He could imagine he was stroking Eddie’s dick instead of his without breaking the immersion of Eddie riding him. He bit his lip and picked up his pace, getting his hips into it. The only thing missing was knowing what he’d sound like. Eddie’s moans would probably be deeper than a woman’s, harsher, less elegant. He wanted to hear them so badly. With a soft groan, he came on his stomach, wishing that it was Eddie’s and not his. He relaxed his body as he coaxed the last of the cum from his dick.

Fuck… I’m bi.

He heaved a heavy sigh and ran his hands through his hair, cringing when he realized he still had cum on one of them. He sat up, annoyed, and went to take a shower.

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m*leven is literally an example of forced heteronormativity AND forced conforming, something the show goes against and calls out. there was absolutely no reason for any of the young kids to have romantic love interests in the first season, especially between two people who knew each other for less than a week when one of them just escaped a lab and had no understanding of romance. it's just weird, plain and simple. and that's not saying they couldn't eventually date or fall in love because it could've been a beautiful slow burn love story, but the fact that it was SO rushed and forced and they were so young is such a turn off. they were strangers and they didn't even have time to develop a FRIENDSHIP first. they should've at least let them be friends and get to know each other but they had nothing in common and didn't care about each other's interests or hobbies. it was just emotional attachment due to saving each other's lives, societal pressure put on mike from everyone teasing him AND idolisation because mike has an obsession with superheroes and powers. that's about it. i can't think of any other reason why they started dating.

they can't even confide in each other about their struggles and el has never sat down with mike and asked if HE is okay (and yes, she has her own struggles and she's going through so much, but being in a relationship means both people have to be there for each other. if they can't do that, they shouldn't be in a relationship because it is NOT fair. mike is a teenager with trauma too. why don't his feelings matter?). this is not saying that people with trauma can't date. of course they can. everyone in the show has trauma but can still be in relationships. but the point is that mike and el do not work TOGETHER as a couple. in contrast, will has so much trauma too, but he was able to comfort mike and listen to his struggles and make him feel better. mike is also easily able to go to will and apologise and comfort him when he needs it. they both know how to make each other feel better. that's because their relationship is HEALTHY and there has always been mutual understanding between them. that's the difference between mike and will vs mike and el. mike and will feel like equals. they share similar experiences (being nerds, experiencing bullying, sharing the same interests, etc.) and their relationship has trust, honesty, communication and understanding. mike and el do not feel like equals (as they literally confirmed themselves; el said mike looked at her like she's a monster and she said she doesn't belong anywhere. mike said he feels inferior to el because she has powers and he doesn't see himself as her equal. it's a mess). there's no trust or honesty (they both constantly lie to each other. the show literally opened with el lying in her letters and we don't even know how long she lied for. she also never apologised to him for lying), they don't communicate properly (there's always some sort of gaslighting or guilt tripping, even if it's not intentional) and they don't understand each other because they're such different people with no common experiences or interests. it's heartbreaking because even when mike TRIED to help and told her he understood because he's been bullied his entire life, he got shut down and el invalidated his feelings (again, she's struggling too, but you can't just say that especially after witnessing some of what he went through). so many people don't talk about this but even after he literally jumped off a cliff, no one asked him if HE was okay. no one checked on his mental health. they literally just moved past it like it was nothing.

forced conforming is so bad and it's literally canon that mike is doing it in this relationship. he puts on a mask, a fake smile, pushes his friends and interests away, pretends to be someone he's not, wears clothes that aren't even his style (as the costume designer said) and can't even confide in his girlfriend about his own struggles. it's horrible and unfair to both of them. the fact he became the most disliked main character in the show after this relationship started just shows that it's just not good. even characters in the show have called them out. no one has said anything positive about their relationship. it's forced heteronormativity because they're a boy and a girl. that's the only reason they were forced into romance as 12 year old strangers. if el was a boy, the characters in the show would NOT have teased mike about having a crush and the viewers who watch the show wouldn't have seen anything romantic between them (and if they did, they would say it's "weird" and "inappropriate"). they would just try saying they're two boys that are very close friends. people only accept things when it's a boy and a girl, even if the ship is rushed and unhealthy for the characters.

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#5

Thinking about the way people say fuck. Like a gentle admittance. Like something tasting bitter. Something meant to punch. Something with reverence, like a prayer. Something with laugher still curling around it. Like a promise 

14 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

#4

I’m tired of being the weird kid. I’m tired of being your oddity to ogle at in the circus. I just want to be equal to the rest of you when I’m talking to you for once. I want to belong when I’m in your company. But maybe that’s on me. Maybe I need to stop trying to fit myself in with the audience when I’m the one on stage.

14 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

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25 notes - Posted January 22, 2022

#2

By the way if anyone wants the events of c!Tommy’s exile arc on the dsmp. I am making a Comprehensive list of everything that went down (specifically related to Tommy’s mentality and how it shifts from beginning to end, and the specifics of Dream’s abuse) so if anyone wants me to make it a public document for reference just hmu  (Edit: it is now public! Link in the notes :])

27 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*grabby hands* Danny Jason QPR gimme

AHA I wasn’t gonna write a fic but I also keep thinking about this every day so maybe I will lol. Premise of the story is they both have poisoned ectoplasm (no way they both have poisoned ectoplasm).

Danny (17) escapes the GIW who had captured him and were experimenting on him. One of the experiments was injecting him with a poison that feeds off ectoplasm (unknowingly). Danny escapes and runs around for a bit before settling in Gotham because he figures that the Bats won’t stand for a random group like the GIW coming into Gotham and being their destructive and unsubtle selves. He encounters Jason a couple times and they can Sense Eachother, usual dpxdc stuff. Eventually Danny saves Jason in a fight cause this is Ghost King AU and Jason is kinda Danny’s subject, and Danny obsession (which is again standard ‘protection’ vibes) extends to him because of that, so when Jason is about to get hurt, Danny is compelled to save him. N e ways Danny and Jason start interacting and hanging out more and eventually it progresses into a QPR. The poison in Danny’s system keeps getting worse until he caves and lets the Bats treat him - something he held out against for a long time b/c of his paranoia and trauma around medical stuff thanks to the GIW. He gets better n returns to Amity but visits Gotham frequently to see his partner and new friends.

I have a lot of other stuff bouncing around in my head too lol, Danny has very complicated feelings about not wanting Jason to get hurt and not wanting to hurt him, especially related to his poisoning, which I go feral over (It’s a two way street Jason feels the same way). Also have a whole subplot with Constantine and Danny and them confiscating books or things that tell how to summon Danny so the GIW can’t get their hands on kt. Tucker comes in near the end. I have lots of thoughts about how stressed Danny would be not being able to get back to the Ghost Zone to manage his responsibilities as it’s ruler. Also lots of thoughts on both Jason and Danny’s backstories (DC stands for disregard canon). I have a lot of thoughts about it all and about Jason and Danny maybe I should just write a fic. If u want me to elaborate on anything just send an ask I can talk about this all day lol!

Oh also I have Jason as 19 and Danny turns 18 in the fic (which definitely isn’t hard for him or for his friends and family back home who he hasn’t been able to contact)

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More women are talking about the pain of iud insertion so I hope this brings up the topic of just why do girls have to do this in the first place. We don’t and shouldn’t honestly. I never had an iud but every girl I know who had talked about how they threw up, fainted, needed excessive pain killers. And no surprise, pain killers were denied to most black women. This isn’t right

Also babe, was that a screenshot from lolcow on your last post lol I was gonna say you’d probably like LSA too if you haven’t visited there

I remember (a long) time ago when I was considering getting contraceptives of an IUD. I've always been scared of pills (cancerigen) but non hormonal ones seems less harmful. Thankfully I had a classmate who has one and she told me she had struggled quite a lot with it (irregular bleeding, cramps even out of the periods time, etc) so I eventually gave up.

So yeah, contraceptives are a big no to me.

And yes, that was a screenshot of lolcow lol Touché !

I've been doomscrolling on it since yesterday day. I have a love-hate relationship with this website bc the most retarded takes coexist with the most hilarious & based takes.

For example they'll go off against aging scrotes dating younger women, but have a weird obsession with an actor (don't remember his name, he was the Scarlet Witch brother in Avengers 2: Age of Ultron) dating (and marrying) a 42 years old woman who groomed him on the set of a movie she directed when he was still 17 years old... For some reason they are simping hard for him and say how jealous they are of her and seethe at every comment saying how creepy this age gap/grooming situation was. These femcel truly believe female groomers is a progress towards sex equality/a dunk against patriarchy....smh Btw that predator got pregnant a year later after they 'started' the relationship (so he was 18). They call her a queen for leaving her husband and 2 children (who were around her new boyfriend age) and getting a hot new thing.... Typical femscrote behavior

Oh and there are also stupid Amber Heard stan who are still seething at Deep lmao who else is gonna tell them that as problematic and ugly Depp was, their deranged queen has still chosen to date him? 💀 Whenever they go like "DePp iS nOt gOnNa fUck yOu" we should clap back: "I know, Amber did it instead" 🙃 This self burn will never not be funny imo lmaoo

The tinfoil thread is interesting too. I got some new ammo about the Hunter Biden case (100% he's a pedo and a bunch of his files that are hidden are incriminating him on this). I got some nice tea and pics evidence so I like lurking on it to build up my #papiconspiracy archive. I had no idea he was rumoured to have preyed on Malia Obama 🥴 (in the leaked files, there are pics of coke lines with her Goldman Sachs card lol)

And yes I occasionally browse LSA but I this website can be so frickin stupid at times....

I remember that thread about the Smiths kids and OP asking why they weren't mainstream and ppl were like so weirdly defensive about them whenever ppl replied they weren't liked bc they were nepo kids and these girls were like "every other races is ok with nepotism so why is that a problem with Black people!!!" and I my eyes literally rolled out of my head at that strawman because THE HATE OF NEPOTISM IS SHARED BY ALL DEMOGRAPHICS. NO ONE likes nepo kids, period. Why are the Kardashians unanimously hated? the Hadids? actors from celebrities parents (doesn't one of Stranger Things girl gets crap for having a celebrity actor parent)?? That's the thing that irks me the most in LSA: whenever a bad behavior in the Black community is pointed out, there are always people who are like "bUt tHe wHitEs dO tHat tOo!!" k?? AND?? If the Whites collectively throw themselves out of a window does that mean it's ok for Black people to do that as well?? Truly shows the weird inferiority complex of these folks who use Whites as some sort of reference.... The people in the Smith thread were acting so smug pointing out that Black ppl were hypocrite bc we pretend rooting for Black people but were not here for these (nepo) kids.....as if someone Black was enough for us to blindly support them regardless of their background 🫠 they really took the Issa Rae meme a tad too far.....

So yeah LSA can be funny but is also super retarded in the same time. That's why I very seldomly go there. I like going there to know at what time US Black women are💅🏾

[midnightmisadventures]

More dream updates from last night

Uhh, so weird i was with my friends and like normal a bunch of random guys who are all lowkey obsessed with me, but theyre genuinely good people so i fuck with it. 

There was just like a group of guys i didnt know super well but some were from highschool like oddly enough m*** san***go??? 

So yea basically we were this big group and we were in an airbnb somewhere planning outfits and stuff to go out partying. And i was so excited, i was so excited to bar hop and smoke and have a good time. 

So yea its hard to remember, but we were pregaming and aunty maggy bought either a $800 dollar or $8,000 dollare CAKE and made dad guess the price. So i was excited to try it bc what could possibly make a cake cost that much. 

We were eating food buffet family party style and this one guy, reminds me of the ever reoccuring dirty blonde white guy whos been in MANY of my dreams lately. He was teasing me and making jokes like “uhuh and i’ll take 3 orders of this and i want it all discounted” and i was joking back and said something along the lines of “oh no sorry sir i cant help you im just a child” and him still in character was like “how old r you” and we were laughing so hard and i was like “im 12, im quite literally 12 years old” and i know that doesnt make any sense but it was v funny in context. 

thenn, hmmm. BEcause of the ratio of way more guys than girls, the girls were like in this unnoffical battle to treat this party like a mixer, or speed dating. Like flirting with every boy and making sure to give equal time to the guys ur interested in. So i was doing that, but not in an organized way, meanwhile i heard girls going like “okay, just came from over there, no its time to flirt with the black guyss” like HUH

There were 2 “black guys” to be specific. And then the rest were white. So ofc i spent a lot of time with the black guys cause there wasnt hardly any black girls either. So then after i was joking around with dirty blonde ALI, the one black guy, he was like nelsons skintone, had black hightopish hair, and a large birthmark under his eye. And also maybe it was a little swolen, i dont think it was a bruise.....lol 

Anyway, he came up to me while i was getting food with dirty blonde and he said “hey i’m heading home, but it was so nice to meet you and get to know you” and i was like WHAT your leaving awww why, we havent even gone out yet?? Like this is still the pregame. And i was just being fem and cute. And he’s like yea i just gotta go, can i have a hug?  

So then we hugged, and it was such a genuine long and intimate hug hahaha. And THEN we released and he said “i love you” and i said “mhmmm” and like nodded my head smiling, like sending him off. BUT I DIDNT SAY I LOVE YOU BACK so it was awkward. But like, it felt so intense and weird because i JUST met him that night, so i panicked and couldnt even mindlessly say i love you. That was the only response i could give, cause i didnt even talk to him that much i didnt know why he was saying i love you. 

But of course now im like, fuck i keep being mean to Liam in my dreams on accident. Like remember the last dream when some random random boy so earnestly said “i love you” and i was like ha-ha-ha catch ya later!! Like almost exact awkward response because im sorry he keeps showing up as STRANGERS so how am i supposed to say i love you back?!

Anyway, he was trying to say bye to someone behind me, so i said “oh who do you want i can tap them for you” like they were behind me in the food line. And he was like “uhhh i dont know her name, but im almost positive shes a lesbian” 

THEN, i didnt know all the girls by name and i def didnt know who was a lesbian. But then all of a sudden all the lesbians in the party, like at least 4 people one of them being ally. Came to surround him in a big group hug, like awwww i didnt know you liked us so much, you wanted to say goodbye? And it was so weird and i wasnt sure if thats what he wanted lmao.