#you're not calling someone crazy if you bring up therapy

[sooniebby]

I had a funny thought. Y/N being passive aggressive to Kimura.

Kimura: where do you want to eat, dear?

Y/N: I dunno. Shouldn't you make the decision because you're an alpha and make every decision, major or minor, for me. (Aggressive eye contact)

Kimura: It was for revenge-

Y/N: I'm sorry, I don't remember doing anything to you. Or did you take your anger for someone else out on me? Because that's totally a healthy way to process your emotions and gives me great hope for our future. :)

Kimura: I just wanted to get food...

Bro 💀

Kimura would’ve just let (Name) run his mouth. As a way for him to calm down but there’s only so much disrespect he can take. It’d probably take almost an hour before Kimura would put (Name) in his place. Not as an omega, but as his mate.

He’s a bit traditional in that sense. Kimura probably also wouldn’t bring up the revenge bit because he didn’t do it for revenge. It’s what he wants (Name) to think. Y’know, mind games. Kimura’s crazy like that.

In other words, (Name) would only be able to he passive aggressive for maybe an hour max before Kimura got angry or simply left him alone. And, Kimura needs therapy, but he’d never let (Name) tell him that he wasn’t healthy with his emotions.

That makes him sad :( and he doesn’t like to feel bad about past mistakes

Anyway, this is so cute! I love stuff like this, please send me anymore if you ever come up with anything! It makes me happy <3

Also so funny that you guys call him Kimura lol, he’d hate it since as his mate, it’d feel too formal.

[six-white-venus]

if you ever see him, there is just one thing you would like to ask him:

how do i forgive?

because you've been trying, lord knows you have. it's been a year. he never loved you. it's as easy as that. why can't it be as easy as that?

you recently came across a letter you wrote him after he left, one where you're begging him to come back. you tore the paper copy into shreds a long time ago, but this one must have escaped your notice. you remember his response to the message. a thumbs-up emoji.

"whose name will i call, a thousand times over?" it said, "who will I call my love, my love, my love- exasperated, scandalised, laughing? who will I call?"

it's been a year and you know the answer to that question, more or less. no one. you will call no one. you will sit and stare at the paint peeling off your wall, that ugly, powdery blue that has started making your skin crawl. you will sit on the cold kitchen floor till your mom pulls you to your feet and brings you tea. you will call no one. you will make yourself forget.

except, it's not that easy.

he pops up in every mundane aspect of your life. the other day you found a keychain you bought him a month before his birthday, a month before he left you. you give it to someone else because why waste money? it's not like he lives in it.

(but he does, he does, he does.)

he is dating someone you used to know. you don't care. you want to throw up. you just want to ask: how do I forget?

a friend recently asked you, "do you think you had a savior complex, when it came to him?" you said you didn't, but maybe that's not the whole truth. maybe you did have some sort of twisted need to save him in every single way possible just so that he'll love you.

i would help you stitch yourself up. i swear i won't scream when you gut me like a fish. i will feed you soup and keep you warm. i won't sob when you knock my portion to the floor. you bleed. i do, too. no, you're right. i don't bleed as you do. I'll never understand. i am so sorry. i love you. do you love me?

after a week, you receive two texts:

lol kys ily <3

you are so happy you could sob.

he does none of this now, apparently. he smiles instead of smirking. he cradles things. he tends to wounds. he calls her baby. he says, "I love you so much." the whole thing, all spelled out. how crazy is that?

and you just want to ask: how do I stop caring?

he always held you between his teeth. there was nothing gentle about it. the bite marks on the back of your neck still hurt and you could swear it still bleeds. your mom says you're imagining it. you must be.

but here's the thing! you have people who hold you in their arms now. they are so gentle, so careful with you. you didn't cry, not once, under the clutch of his canines but now in their arms, all you do is cry. it's so strange. and you really are happy. it's so much better than what it used to be. you wake up and he's not the first thing you think of, not anymore. you dream that he apologises to you (you forgive him every single time). you go to therapy. you don't remember the last time you cried over him. you are loved, but not by him. you never were.

it doesn't matter, because you know what love feels like now. it is popcorn and nacho cheddar cheese seasoning and mutton curry. it tastes like tea and chips in an orange package and instant noodles you made with your best friend the day before she left for college. you know love now. you know happiness.

but in moments like these, you can't stop yourself from thinking that if you see him again, you would like to ask him one last thing:

how do you stop missing being held between one's teeth?

[ineffablemurderhusbands]

I realized that I should probably put my fanfic in here so it'll get more readers. Here are a few of them:

Of love handles and fat asses: Rated Explicit

You put on some weight recently and your clothes don't fit right anymore.

Bucky is there to reassure you that you're still hot as fuck.

Make your man call me daddy: Rated Explicit (Work in Progress)

Tony brings up the idea of a naked calender for the team.

Natasha rebutts to say that the women of the team would be sexualized and the men praised. Someone jokes that the men should pose in lingerie instead.

Since it's for charity, they accept.

Bent the whole world over and said: Spank you very much: Rated Explicit

You are briefed with an undercover mission where Steve needs to pose as your Dom in a BDSM club.

You enlist Bucky's help in this learning quest.

Of course it turns into a threesome.

The beginning of a friendship. Or something more: Rated M

Diana helps out and comforts a drunk girl in a club's bathroom.

Kerosene is half as cheap as therapy (and that's what I call irony): Rated Explicit

Bucky stops a scorned woman from wrecking her ex's car.

She decides another type of revenge is in order.

Or alternatively: "Don't stick your dick in crazy, Bucky!" Sam says. Bucky does it anyway.

[sol-consort]

Jack relationship headcanons

[Suggestive, slightly toxic and unhealthy, power dynamic, renegade Shepard, nb reader - gn]

"You're a killer, Jack. That's what you do."

The first time she saw you, you were covered in blood from your rampage through the purgatory.

And the first time she looked at you differently, was when she was covered in the blood of the biotic she murderer in her childhood room.

You were like a storm coming to her life, whilst others tiptoed through her minefields and mazes, you set off and pushed as much of her buttons as you could.

Tearing down her walls mercilessly, leaving her dumbfounded and confused by someone for the first time in her life.

Like an unstoppable force, you've pulled every trick in the book to use on why she should open up the doors of her heart to you. Be it abusing your authority as a commander to ask about her past or bringing up the fact it is your own ship, the one she's lodging at.

Bit by bit, you've cornered her until she had no choice but to crack down and pour all of her heartache out. Expose her weakness and let herself be vulnerable.

Waiting for the knife in the back that never came.

"Know what? I like that. I piss and moan, and you say grow the fuck up. That victim garbage, it's half me. I think I get that"

She's tough, stronger than the rest. She could handle your dismissive tones, she could take your intimidating presence and still stand tall.

You've never seen her flinch or stutter no matter how close the calls of death skirted by, no matter how much your eyes pulsed red.

The two of you feeding into each other endlessly, telling the other to stop rolling the bullshit mud, to get up and face the world.

Maybe that's why Kelly's therapy never worked for her, she needed someone like her to understand her heart.

A cold blooded killer, you were perfect.

None of that psychology bullshit, none of the pills or meds or stupid journals and meditations where the voices in her head would swarm her.

You understood her, you knew how hard it is and you told her very well how much she needs to get stronger and stop whining about it, stop living in the past.

Never gentle, always slamming her face first into the hard hitting truth, the one thing no one else but you dared to do.

And she found herself appreciating it. The chance to release her emotions with guns and screams, to bandage her heart with the blood of others, to not have to constantly look behind her back.

You didn't use her for her powers, you were already strong enough. Far stronger than the rest of the crew combined maybe.

And you didn't use her for sex either. She grew to respect you. Look at you as a person rather than a piece of meat for her to claw in bed, then discard.

By your side, she feels undefeatable, unafraid, and ready to tear everyone in your way apart.

It's a constant game of tug and pull between you two, a constant struggle for power where one tries to come on top of the other.

Be it in the sheets or in the battlefield, Jack is always keeping score, always taunting you for falling behind just so she gets to witness your wrath first hand.

And maybe, she might actually have been serious about her offer to go rogue with you. Steal the ship and become your best mate and executioner.

She thought she was the deranged crazy bitch in this relationship, but sometimes you really claim that title for yourself. You're weird, in a way that both gets her off and puts her on edge.

"Good thing the mission is suicide. I guess everything works out"

"Okay, what the fuck, Shepard?"

[fruity-phrog]

Have any Episode 5 predictions?

Oh...just a few...

Zava and Shandy out Colin. As in, Zava posts an image of Colin and Michael from the end of ep3/sends it to the press, but Shandy encouraged him to. We know Shandy wants a big "scandal" to blow Twitter up and we know Zava left the restaurant a few moments after Colin and Michael. Zava will claim he posted the image because Shandy said he should "show some love on his socials" but it would definitely be at least partially due to his anger surrounding the West Ham match. This allows a segway into two issues being resolved - Keeley will get to tell Shandy off for basically jepordizing her company and her job, and Zava will get to be put in his place. Maybe he'll leave. Can you leave halfway through a season? Apparently it's to do with your contract, so since Zava signed with "You're welcome" he could probably leave. So yeah. We'll get Zava and Shandy problems because. I want that.

On the subject of gay, Trent and Keeley will be gay. I'm not saying "canonized" because, as you can probably tell, it fuckin pisses me off when people say that bisexual Keeley is a headcanon. It's not. It's canon. Anyway, Trent will be canonized as queer and Keeley will revisit her bisexuality. Obviously it will be mainly Trent but I think Keeley deserves to get fuckin pissed off at Shandy for outing someone.

Okay enough self-indulgence. Aside from the episode dealing with three issues - Colin, Shandy and Zava - I think it will also deal with Rebecca in one of two ways. Firstly, it could deal with her whole green-matchbox-prophecy thing which I am now going to explain my theory of because it's my blog and I can.

-What if it wasn't a green matchbox. What if it was a green matchbox soldier. Something Ted is well-known for having and giving out. I'm not even a Tedbecca shipper but I can see when I'm wrong (ignore my huntlow denial). Rebecca's not going to get back with Sam, just like Keeley's not going to get back with Jamie. She's going to get together with Ted. Okay theory within theory is over-

Okay now that I've explained that, that's option one. Option two is that she deals with her issue with Rupert. In that way, I mean her bestie arc with Bex begins in full swing. Perhaps they bump into each other in the shops, perhaps at a game, but the point is they bump into each other. I think Bex is genuinely a nice woman who respects and likes Rebecca. Anyway, maybe Rebecca mentions the assistant idk. But those are the options.

BUT I think my first option is correct because the episode is literally called "Signs". Which brings me to my fourth point-

4. The match against West Ham will be addressed. I mean, come on, three red cards? It's got to be addressed. Again, the episode is literally called "Signs", so the Believe sign is coming back. The team are obviously going to be very ashamed of themselves (Dani is going to need more therapy lmao) and I think they'll opt not to disclose the information of why they went batshit crazy.

5. HOWEVER, I think Nate will begin to wake up, maybe even apologize to Ted. Ted will explain what Nate already knows and they might even part on good terms. I want this for two reasons. Number one, Nate was my BOY for season 1 and part of season 2 and I miss that teeny lad. Secondly, I think putting a good word in with Nate s what Ted needs. He needs to be reminded that his way of life does work. So far, he's got yelled at by Rebecca, had his request gone against by Beard and Roy, been embarrassed by the team and found out about Michelle and J*cob (fuck him) (and her actually). He needs to be reminded that he actually does so much good. He changed Nate's life. He gave him to opportunity to coach, something I don't think Beard would do and something the old coach definitely wouldn't have done. This is something he needs to remember.

Anyway. I know not all of this can happen, but the synopsis is "With their season in a tailspin, Richmond try to right the ship against the mighty Manchester City. Off the pitch, everyone faces their own setbacks." These setbacks 100% could be Keeley's issue with Shandy, Zava's anger at the match, Rebecca's increasing concern over the matchbox or Bex, Colin's problems with coming out. Of course, my thing with Nate and Ted isn't exactly a setback for Richmond, but it definitely is for West Ham. So there are my options. I hope you enjoyed them.

Also, where are these asks coming from istg-

[roleplayerconfessions]

688081155709386752 - …Huh? What are you even talking about? I don't go looking at the blogs and muses of every person in a conversation, my pal, I actually base my replies off the comments and the implications in the comments, not what kind of content is way off on someone's blog. I don't care who has a male muse or a female muse, either person can blanket-label others so frankly, I give not a shit who someone writes. You have people who only write male muses advocating for female muses, AND you have people who only write female muses advocating for them, and people who write both kinds of muses advocating for them, and people who write other genders advocating for them. I write male, female, and trans muses, and I'm a big advocate for equality between all muses. But if I see a bad argument and I see people being shitty and making blanket statements and insane strawmans, I point it out regardless. So don't even go there.

I question why you're even jumping to the wild conclusion that I somehow read each person's replies on the original post, opened each of their blogs, then adjusted my replies based on the muses they write because I have some random automatic grudge against them just because their muse presents male or female. Does that not seem like an outrageous reach to you? I think that says a lot more about your own paranoias and presumptions than it does about me. Holy assuming the worst about a random person who sent one ask, batman.

I don't even know where your remark about jumping down people's throats came from, because I sent one ask to this blog about the original ask, which you were replying to, and I have not been in the comments on the original ask at all. I know for a fact the one ask I did send (which you replied to) was not unfounded and definitely did not qualify as jumping down other people's throats.

And you clearly have no idea when to use the word gaslight. It's not a damn buzz word you can throw at someone any time you want. Speaking as an abuse survivor who was actually gaslit for years and went to fucking therapy for it, it is a malicious abuse tactic and it should be used to describe such. This is a conversation, we are bringing up points, nobody is being a revisionist dick or trying to make people crazy or question their sanity. But if you're calling me a gaslighter just for pointing out facts, if your definition of gaslighting is that silly, maybe point the finger at yourself too, because you have blatantly accused me of doing stuff I never did, including judging people who commented based on their blogs, picking and choosing when I jump down people's throats (which again my ask did not do, I didn't even mention "male blog" or "female blog", I was talking in general because a handful of people were being unreasonable).

And I wouldn't call having a bunch of people in the comments disagreeing with you, or my previous ask, bullying. If you're going to be intentionally dense, just stop, because you are not helping your case.

In response to this ask about this submission.

[brokenfoxproductions]

Yeah I really think I'm just going to change how I describe myself because of how this website has turned my community into something that I don't recognize anymore.

I'm crippled. I have multiple physical disabilities that have affected me my entire life and I've spent the majority of my life as either a part-time can user or a part-time wheelchair user other than the times whenever I was temporarily paralyzed and was confined to a wheelchair for weeks at a time. I've spent literally months of my life and physical therapy and in hospital beds for things that would kill most fucking people.

I'm a punk. I'm anti-fascist, pro-equality, I don't give a shit about what people find conventionally attractive or appropriate, and I match people's energy, so if you come at me with negative bullshit I will throw it back in your fucking face. I literally even have fucking email evidence on here of me confronting a neo-Nazi child trafficker and helping bring her to fucking Justice in any way possible.

But I'm not a cripple punk anymore. I'm not okay with sharing a community with a bunch of fucking teenagers and assholes who never grew up who think that the only way to be crippled is in the specific way that they are disabled. I'm not going to keep letting myself fucking argue with people who haven't changed their opinions on anything since they were 12 and who think it's appropriate to be outwardly racist, homophobic, transphobic, or otherwise bigoted. I'm not okay arguing with people about how they use their physical disability to discriminate against or be bigoted against other people who are disabled.

"Oh but the cripple punk community is only for physically disabled people, there's other stuff for other people" is the biggest fucking bullshit line I've ever heard. You don't know by talking to someone what their diagnosis is. By pretending that you do, you are literally being ableist. You can't be ableist and be a punk.

Plus just because you don't want someone to be part of "your cripple punk community" doesn't mean that you can call them r*tarded, stupid, or crazy. Just because you're physically disabled doesn't mean that it's okay for you to be shitty towards people who have a non-physical disability, but apparently people think now that being part of the cripple punk community means that you have to hate people who are mentally ill or if someone is physically disabled and mentally ill they're not allowed to be part of the community and you have to be disturbingly nasty towards them.

And I'm sorry but as someone who's been physically disabled my entire fucking life I'm tired of being fucking treated like shit because I fucking developed bipolar disorder 7 years after I started showing symptoms of ehlers-danlos syndrome, or because I have anxiety left over from the fucking horrors of being paralyzed. I literally have physical issues from trauma that also cause PTSD but I'm not allowed to talk about it in the cripple punk community anymore without being told that I'm crazy so it doesn't count.

Honestly too I really just wish that some people could understand that if the only thing that they have going on is a physical disability that they were born with they are fucking lucky. Good for you for not having a spinal cord injury that gave you PTSD. Good for you for not having vaginismus and chronic pelvic pain from having been fucking raped. Good for you for not having constant fucking seizures and muscle spasms that have caused you to have multiple fucking concussions because a psychiatrist didn't take you off abilify whenever you started having a bad side effect. Good for you for having the fucking nerve to tell people that they are disabled enough because you have been able to access medical care and have been seen as being physically disabled your whole life and you know nothing different.

I really wish that people who use their physical disabilities as an excuse to be shitty towards other disabled people would fucking understand that you aren't protecting the cripple punk community you are fucking destroying it and you are causing people like myself who have been in this fucking community for decades to not want anything to fucking do with you.

I don't want part of any of the fucking neuro-punk cripple punk fucking communities anymore because all it is is just an excuse to be fucking ableist against a different part of the disabled community and I'm forced to be involved in all parts of the disabled community because I am physically, mentally, AND neurologically disabled. But I'm not fucking welcome anywhere because I'm too ugly for my physical disabilities to be allowed in the mad punk or neuro punk communities and I'm too crazy from my mental health issues to be allowed in the cripple punk community anymore.

At this point just fuck all of it. If I wanted to be part of a fucking community that constantly told me that I was a piece of shit and that I'm not welcome I would go back to being a fucking Christian.

[danny-chase]

It blows my mind that people act like Dick suggesting Tim go to therapy is a bad thing, like bruh tell me you didn't read RR without reading RR. Tim needed therapy that whole run, Dick is literally in the right here.

[brettsshrimp]

so I've been having many thoughts about like a sweet yet kinda oblivious reader with the group. These are just general ideas but if anyone wants me to elaborate on any let me know:o

cw // drug mentions

• bringing everyone their favorite coffee in the morning and always having little snacks

• when Brett starts working there, you ask what his fav coffee is, and he doesn't think much of it, thinking it's just an ice breaker or smth, but the next day you come in with his fav drink along with the others and he's just,, stunned. like,,, he didn't think anyone would do that since he's knew,, he's just like?????hmsnxj,,

• also having bandaids and wipes along with the snacks in a little backpack or purse

• Brett comes to you a lot with a papercut or some other minor injury and a pout on his face asking for a bandaid. he loves the care that you give, wiping the cut then carefully putting the bandaid on,,, he's soft,, especially after the smile you give him, telling him to be careful,,

• helping Glenn with his divorce therapy if he really wanted to work on his personality after the body switching thing. like helping with listening/ trying not to yell ect.

• when a session goes really well you take him out to dinner, or something he's been talking about wanting lately. even if a session doesn't go as well you remind him that's okay!! progress isn't linear and you're still proud of him!!!

• being shopping buddies with Gigi, and getting your nails done together. Also trying to help with like making media trends, whether it's like memes or fashion, she likes hearing any ideas you have

• Myc and Andre have tried to make dirty jokes and innuendos but they always fly over your head. it used to drive Andre crazy but Myc was always amused seeing your confused face, trying to understand the joke. At first Andre thought you were just messing with him but Myc confirmed that you really just didn't get it

• I like to imagine that one day while you were still relatively new to the job, Andre came up to you and was like what the hell are you on?? since you've always seemed so happy, patient and just? over all bubbly. and you're just like "??? on what??" Andre just kinda laughs until he realizes your serious

• he kinda wonders if you even know more than 5 drugs. I also like to think that at some point he takes the time to teach you how to tell when someone spiked your drink, even if you don't go out much. he just wants to make sure your safe and having a good time<3

• he's also like hey, if you ever decide you wanna try drugs, hit me up! he'll make sure you have a good and safe time,,

��� going off the dirty joke point, one time you were trying to learn more about Myc's species and Myc found out, and he was like hey, if you come over to my place tonight, I can show you a thing or two. rather than being flustered or smth along those lines like he was expecting, you just kinda got excited in an innocent way, wondering what he could show you

• he even put a tentacle on your shoulder and there just,, wasn't a single dirty thought in there. it was just you wondering what he could show you, and what snacks he might like hnfhfj

• hanging out with Reagan, listening to her talk about a new invention or something her dad did. or if she's not in the mood to talk/ focusing on her work you're happy to talk about random things

• also bringing her drinks and food, making sure she isn't overworking herself too much

• Reagan tries really hard to keep you away from her dad, even if it's impossible. she doesn't want him hurting you in any way or trying to manipulate you into doing something for him,, she wants to keep you safe from him,,

• doing their nails and hair on (somehow) less busy days. even though Myc doesn't have either, you still decorate him with little accessories so he isn't left out,,

• I like to think Myc and Glenn call you kiddo. Myc uses it more to just tease you while Glenn does it more out of seeing you as a kid he never had(though he won't admit it just yet)

• you and Brett totally get together and plan little surprise parties. like nothing extreme just a little thing for everyone to calm down. like there's everyone's fav food and drinks. even if it isn't a birthday party or Christmas, you get little gifts for everyone, even Brett who didn't see it coming:(<3 (he might tear up a little hnmsdjd,, I love him)

• Myc probably read your mind once while you and Brett were planning a surprise party and totally spoiled it for everyone. he got the cold shoulder from you for a day or two after,, was it a little overdramatic? yeah

• also!! being excited to go to the 80's town too! even if you weren't born in the 80's, or really understand the hype of it like Reagan, seeing Brett be excited about it has you getting a little excited too. you totally dressed up with Brett which made him so happy

• lord have mercy on anyone that makes you upset. if any of them finds out someone hurt you in any way, that info spreads like a wildfire to the rest of the team, and you have to stop them and reassure them you'll be okay before they completely ruin the person's life jsnshk

• they just really appreciate you being there for them and wanna be there for you too:(<3

[yandere-daydreams]

I always wonder about a yandere going to couples therapy and how that might go, whether early or late in the relationship, but an idea I find really funny is a yandere meeting their "true" love in couples therapy.

You're just so understanding, you don't get mad at them or yell or throw things when they go a little overboard, you're patient and always willing to explain, and you praise them so warmly when they make progress! When they finally break things off with their now ex the smile you give them is so genuine, how could they take that to mean anything but that you love them back?

tw - mentions of unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, delusional mindsets, implied kidnapping.

I like the idea of a yandere falling for their therapist, especially if it means they're leaving a partner who won't fit as easily into their little, domestic delusions. They're just not the type to love half-heartedly. They've tried it, before, forced themself to a distance, tried to give their partners room to breath, but they're a romantic, and they can get jealous so easily, and somehow, they always end up back here, sitting on an uncomfortable couch while the most recent 'love of their life' tells a medical professional with a neutral expression about why it's so awful to have to let someone else go through your phone every now and then. They're always painted as the villain, the bully, the bad guy. They're tired of it. They just want to be with someone who's willing accept their... unique affection.

You've always been so nice to them, too. They've met a lot of doctors, a lot of therapists, a lot of people who claim to be unbias and yet, always seem to side against the one paying for the sessions, and you're the only one they've ever seen who smiles, who laughs, who doesn't start to shy away whenever their (former) partner mentions deadbolts on the front door, or the security cameras, or the sedatives. You say that you're used to cases like this, that you haven't been just a couple's therapist for very long, but they can't bring themself to be angry when you call them crazy in that calm, even tone, or when you advise burying the decrepit corpse of their relationship before it starts to rot. They've never been the kind of person to let grudges go easily, especially when it comes to the people who ruin their chances at love, but they can't stay mad at you, and you seem to like them too, enough to invite them back, to ask if they'd be alright with coming back for a few one-on-one sessions. You had an excuse, something about 'anxious paranoia' or 'maladaptive coping mechanisms', but they know you're only putting on a front for the sake of your more professional coworkers. You're shy. They think it's cute. You want to be with them, but you're not allowed to say it so plainly.

They want to be with you, too. They will be with you. They're going to be with you, soon.

And this time, they're not going to let anyone else tear you away.

[thekillingjoke-haha]

We’re Batshit Crazy

@spnquotebingo​ Word count:1,609

Summary: Love isn't all that perfect sometimes love is crazy especially when the Hero is in love with said crazy.

Gotham AU

Jason Todd(Jensen Ackles) x Villan!Reader

Enemies and Lovers (none of that "to" bs)

Gotham Recasting: Batman=John, Dick Grayson(second Robin not first) =Sam ,Tim Drake=Adam, Joker(ledger style)=Lucifer, Harley Quinn=Lilith,ect.

Warnings: Mention of death, blood, guns, and violence

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The mad laughter rung out into the night sky as the purple Lamborghini hit corners with violently sharp turns. "Oh puddin I just love family night!~" The pale platinum blonde giggled as the man with green dyed hair licked his smiling lips. A bubble of laughter came from the back seat he turned around to see his princess looking out the small back window. "Batsy batsy batsy" Her low/high pitched giggle caused a crazy chain reaction as the bat mobile hurried to catch up. "Always ruining our fun,huh,princess?" The clown king shifted his gray-ish blue order into the mirror grinning making the scars on his face raise into a sinister smile at the look of pure chaos in his daughter's e/c eyes. "Not tonight! Not on my birthday!!" She said as she smiled reaching under the seat to pull out a Tommy gun. Climbing to the front seat sitting on her mothers lap she leaned out the passenger window. "Go back to the Rat cave your not gonna put a downer on my weekend!" Y/n yelled shooting off round towards the tires,windshield,and headlights.

The mobile didn't seem to have a scratch as as a motorcycle pulled up beside it. Slipping back in the car the younger women pouted looking at get parents. "He called his little birdie no doubt the replacements in the car." Y/n huffed as she dug around for more fire power. "Puddin we have a visitor.~" The red mask gazed at us as he lifted a forearm pistol. Shots were fired and Joker took a hard right almost like tron the motorcycle quickly turned into a ally to avoid being hit. "Sorry Princess might have to cut tonight shot." He said licking his lips as a thump came from the roof making the youngest clown snarl her eye crazed as she shot above her as the purple car swerved wildly. "YOU'RE RUINING MY BIRTHDAY,BATS!!!" Y/n cackled madly a mixture of her parents laughed till the magazine ran out.

They got to one of their warehouses where Jokers men were armed to the teeth. The clown mask had black soulless eyes and immediately fired the moment the batmobile entered. Y/n skipped out of the purple Lamborghini she got on her tippy toes and kissed her dad on the cheek. "I got the hooded punk. Can you clip the bats wings for me...a little present?!" He laughed as he armed himself with a shotgun. "Anything for my princess." The f/c sf/c female clown skipped away knowing that the motorcycle riding vigilante was hot on her tail. That's how she found herself on the roof tops jumping the gaps as heavy footfalls followed. Her loud laugh echoed as she leaped to a smaller building hiding behind a vent the moment the brown leather jacket came into view she tackled the tall man. They were both panting as a grin pulled on the clowns lips.

Y/n POV

"Caught ya,Jay bird." I giggled pulling of the helmet his apple green eyes covered by a second mask stared at me he chuckled as his hand slipped above his head in mock surrender. "Yeah you caught me,beautiful." Leaning down I kiss him my hands pushed into his cheeks my thumb running over the scarred J. We've been dating for awhile now ever since dad kidnapped the second Robin at seventeen. I was fifteen at the time and dad had me at his side as he tortured him.I was always there to stitched him up and put burn cream after shock therapy I didn't know how we got attached maybe because he wanted to rebel a little by talking to me or someone around his age saw the same if not worse shit.

Six years ago(Y/n 15 Jason 17)

"Why are you helping me?" Looking up his head was strapped down along with his arms and legs. I shrugged my shoulders I knew who he was if I wiped off the make up and temp dyed my hair I was the honor student in the same class as him. Jason Todd anyone with eyes had a thing for him,but after removing his mask it wasn't hard to piece together who the bat fam is. "I know what my dad has planned for you Jay. This is just a band-aid on a gunshot wound and might I say that's very unhelpful." This was the first I spoke to him and it wasn't long before Dad beat him to death.

Two years later.

I sat in the back of the car as Frost drove. We just left the cemetery. "Why are we doing this,n/n." He asked looking in the rear view mirror at me. I'm seventeen now my thoughts screamed at me. Why was I trying to bring him back? "Because I crazy that why!" I giggled as we grew closer to the lazapit. He was dressed in a black suit with red tie his body sunk into the water as I waited. A loud gasp drew my attention as he shot up a white streak in his hair. "Heya sleeping beauty." Looking over in shock he lowly made his way looking like a baby deer. "I'm alive,but h-how?" His green eyes looked at me. "A Ghoul owed me a few favors I just asked to use his fountain of youth." Handing him a towel and some clothes. "Sorry about the outfit,but Arkham does have one size fits all." Jason chuckled as he started to dry off.I realized why I brought him back. I was crazy about him.

Two more years later(two years ago)

Jason wanted to stay dead he didn't go back to His dad and brother after he realized that neither of them tried and save him. It was sad to see,but it brought Jason closer to me and he started to trust me and I gave trust in return. Blood coated my hands while some was on my face. Looking at Jay some was speckled on his cheeks taking the pockets square out of the mobsters coat I wiped it off he looked down at me his arm slipped around my waist pulling me closer my breath hicked. "Will you be my girlfriend,my little jester?" A large smile grew on my face as my arms went around his neck pulling him down further. "Gladly,Jay bird." I kissed him not caring if my lipstick stained his lips and he didn't seem to care either as the kiss grew more intense. We shared our first kiss at nineteen surrounded by dead bodies as sirens and the unmistakable sound of the armed batmobile. At least he's as crazy about me as I am about him.

One year ago. (Jason POV for a sec)

I came to Bruce I hate to admit it but I needed advice about the one think he knew best. Women. It was just a couple of months ago he found out I was alive and shocker he managed to drive Dicky boy to Blüdhaven to get away from him to get his own image and not just Robin. Oh and surprise surprise when out of robins he had a spare like a tire and it's name was Tim. Nevermind that I stood across from Bruce in his home main office he had a frown on his face. "You're dating someone and its serious and I didn't know about it?" He asked trying to deduct everything. "I've been dating her ever since I came back. As strange as it might sound,but I want us to be something more." That's when the billionaire playboy stood up standing just a inch shorter then myself.

"Life is short Jason and you've experienced that first hand if you feel that both of you are perfect enough to be more then go for it." Perfect wasn't realistic nothing was ever perfect my life isn't perfect her life sure as hell isn't she's the clown princess I'm a bat son. Maybe that what makes us so good together the fact that it would have never really happened any other way life is just crazy like that.

Present

Staring into those vexing green eyes always brought me back. We're both twenty-one him being older only by a couple of months. "Happy birthday,gorgeous." His voice brought me back as my smile grew. We were standing up now he held a box wrapped in my two favorite colors. "Awe you shouldn't have." I grab it and opened it a gun was inside it was red and gold revolver it looked like my moms love/hate gun,but it said King/Queen. Looking at Jay I reached to hug him when suddenly he dropped to one knee pulling out a box with a beautiful f/c ring and ruby gem. "This feels over due. You took care of me when I was considered enemy number one. You brought me back from the grave when my own family didn't try. And this might sound stupid,but I had a crush on you in middle school you were one of the only people that didn't give me pity after Bruce adopted a street kid." He licked his lips as he gave of a small smile. "Together we are far from perfect, but we are good. You complete me...Y/n M/n Napier become my queen?" My eyes glossed over with tears my make up running down the pale foundation. "Oh my god of course!!!" I jumped into his arms hugging him tightly before letting him slip on the ring. "I love you." "I love you more crazy." I chuckle it sounded watery in my throat. "If I'm crazy then that makes two of us. You wanted to marry me." Yep we're both batshit crazy.

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A/n: Quote= We are far from perfect, but we are good. ~Supernatural

Is it just me or does Jensen look fucking hot as Red Hood?! I'm mean he's definitely a reason to move to Gotham

Well first crossover AU in my bingo card

[petersasteria]

jealousy, jealousy || tom holland

sour masterlist || tom || sour taglist

906 words w: it's fucked up and it's inspired by some personal shit that i'm going thru, i mention some psycho shit italics are lyrics + important note at the end.

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Retweets.

Likes.

Reacts.

Shares.

Views.

Reblogs.

Followers.

Those are the main ingredients for relapsing in our insecurities. Those things make us drown in jealousy and anger. We claim that we’re happy for other people, but it’s hard to be happy for them if they get the things that YOU want. It feels unfair and it feels like being happy for them is rubbing salt in the wound.

We all have our winning moments, but sometimes we feel like our own winning moments aren’t enough to make us happy. So, when will we finally be happy? When we get a million followers? When we get a million likes, reblogs, and retweets? A billion views until it goes viral? Billions of shares until the app crashes? Truth is, we don’t know. We don’t know until we get there.

You knew that it was unhealthy for you to be jealous of some girl, but you were supposed to be in her place. The title of being Tom’s girlfriend is supposed to be and is rightfully yours. Somehow, everything became fucked up and Tom ended up with some other girl who clearly wasn’t you. You can’t help but feel as if the universe sabotaged you when in reality, Tom just met her and after a few dates, they’re now going steady. The universe had nothing to do with it.

Everyday, you keep refreshing her Instagram profile just to see if she posted a new picture or video or an Instagram story. You knew you shouldn’t do that, but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to be happy for Tom, but he was supposed to be happy with you.

She was perfect. She had perfect teeth, perfect sense of style, perfect hair, she’s basically Little Miss Perfect and it’s actually sickening to think about it constantly. Deep down you knew you were just as pretty and just as perfect because fuck society and their standards, but you can’t let your thoughts go. You were sick of being yourself because you were convinced that you weren’t fun or interesting. You wanted to be her and it became an obsession.

You would always compare yourself to her and you would think about her often. Whenever you pick out an outfit, you’d always ask yourself if it’s something she’d wear. If the answer is no, you’d put the outfit back and look for another one. It was so unhealthy and everyone was worried about you. Tom didn’t know that this was going on, but everyone else noticed how weird you were being whenever Tom and his girlfriend were around.

“She went to Brazil with her friends recently. Tell them, babe!” Tom excitedly nudged her before she told her amazing vacation story. You wanted to roll your eyes, but you didn’t want everyone to see that. She was talking about the vintage clothes she bought there and her phone was passed around for everyone to see her photos in Brazil. Admittedly, you thought you were crazy for thinking these things. You should be happy for her and Tom, but it was difficult.

They say we shouldn’t bring down someone during their winning season because we don’t know how much they lost in their losing season. As much as you believed in that, you can’t help but feel that her win is your loss. Even though it’s not true, you still thought that way. You were tearing yourself apart over someone who wanted to be your friend, but your jealousy was hindering you from doing so.

You wanted to be her so bad that you swore to yourself that if you were a psycho, you’d probably wear her skin just to be her for at least a day. The only thing stopping you from doing so is the fact that you’re not a psycho and you’re a good person. Technically, you were capable of skinning someone alive and wearing their skin, but you choose not to listen to the call of the void. It would wreck you if you did.

It’s karaoke night and everyone was there. To get this off your chest, you decided to sing ‘jealousy, jealousy’ by Olivia Rodrigo. When you sang the bridge, you meant every word. Only Harry seemed to catch on as he listened intently.

All your friends are so cool, you go out every night

In your daddy’s nice car, yeah you’re livin’ the life

Go a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend, too

I wanna be you so bad and I don’t even know you

All I see is what I should be

Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy

All I see is what I should be

I’m losin’ it, all I get’s jealousy, jealousy

When the song was over, everyone clapped and told you that you sounded really good. “Wow, I didn’t know you could sing like that, Y/N! You sound really good.” She smiled brightly at you. “I’m jealous. I wish I could sing like you.”

You wanted to tell her that you were jealous of her too because she got the man of your dreams, but you took the compliment because for once in your life, someone you’re jealous of is jealous of YOU. That’s so fucking rare and it doesn’t happen to everyone. For once in your life, you had the upper hand and it made you happy. Genuinely happy. In this round, you were finally better than her.

You stared at her and grinned, “Thanks.”

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i apologize to the writers in this site who im jealous of. there's so many of you, but i want you all to know that im sorry for feeling so jealous and insecure of my own shit that i let it get in the way of getting along with you. im sorry for cutting people off all bc i got consumed by jealousy and im sorry for being an asshole and i understand if the friends i used to have here won't want to talk to me anymore. it's all my fault and i'd be the cause of my own death, i swear. anyway, i wont tag any of you bc i want to avoid stirring shit up and also, none of you will see or read this. i hope you're all okay and i wish you guys everything good in this world. im sick of feeling this way. i need therapy.

to my friends @blueleatherbag @justasmisunderstoodasloki @hjoficrecs @allyz, i want to thank u for being super supportive and thank u for staying by my side when everything was rough. i love all three of you and im sorry if i dont say it enough.

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @celestialholland @alinastarkrovs @piscesparker @prancerrparkerr @spideyspeaches @givebuckyhisplumsnow @blueleatherbag @theonly1outof-a-billion @hollandbroz-n-haz @starlight-starks @webmeupspiderdaddy @studiesinspanish @bi-lmg @minejungwoo @blossomhollands @markhyucksmells @ilikealotofpeople-younotsomuch @simonsbluee @itszulli

[monsterrae1]

First kiss and the realisation of 'Its always been you' 🥴

I tried for something more light and fun than usual, hope that you enjoy it, and thank you for always requesting!

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In Eddie's defense, it had been Buck's idea.

Now that they were both single, Eddie was back at the 118, and therapy no longer made him want to curl into a ball and cry after each session, someone had brought out the subject of dating again, and Eddie had panic for almost half a minute, because aside dealing with everything from Shannon, to Afghanistan and the shooting, therapy had also brought up some potential feelings for his best friend that he was trying to work through, but luckily, and as usual, Buck had interviened and talked until the other person lost interest and left.

"You alright?" Buck asked once they were alone, and Eddie nodded.

"Yeah, sorry"

"No need to apologize, I just got a little worried there for a minute" Buck said with a squeeze to Eddie's shoulder and then dropped the subject.

It's not until when they were both leaving, bags handing from their shoulders and walking to their trucks that Buck brings it up again, wtih an offer.

"You know" He started to say "If you're still feeling weird about dating maybe I could help, take you out on a practice date?"

"A practice date?"

"Yeah, we do all the usual date things, and get you comfortable with the idea and all" Buck said playing with the back of his hair, suddently seeming shy, and Eddie just smiled and nodded, how different could it be from their usual hang outs?

Well, turns out it's hell of a lot different, because Buck goes hard at it.

First he insist on picking Eddie up, and when he arrived, instead of walking into the house like he usually would, he knocked on the door.

"Did you forget...?" Eddie never finished his question, because at the other side of the door, Buck was standing with a bouquet of flowers and a small bag with his favorite snacks, making him blush at the attention "Buck, you didn't have to do that"

"I'm giving you the entire dating experience, c'mon, we've got places to be"

"Places?? Plural?"

Buck just hummed, handed Eddie the flowers and the bag, and followed him into the house, watching as Eddie pulled out a vase for the flowers, fill it with water, and then they were on their way to their first stop.

Since it was still early on the day, Buck took them to an axe throwing place, and while that looked like a 911 call waiting to happen, they ended up having a good time, Eddie won the first round, but he claimed that Buck was letting him win, so they end up playing two more rounds, which they won one each.

When they finally made it out, it was just in time for their dinner reservation at a new Thai place that they had been talking about trying, Buck went even as far as putting Eddie's chair out for him and wait until he sat down before going to take his own seat, Eddie giggled.

"You really are going all out, aren't you?"

Buck blushed and shrugged.

"I think, you've always had to be the one to take care of their date, and plan the whole thing, and make sure they had a good time, I just" He shrugged again "I wanted you to get that experience too"

Eddie blushed too and looked down to his menu, not knowing what else to say.

During dinner their talked about their usual subjects, Christopher and his upcomming science fair, the station and the crazy shifts they'd been on lately, Eddie asked him about how Maddie was doing and Buck asked for Isabel and Pepa. Pretty soon their food had been eated and Buck sneakly paid their bill when he dissapeared to the bathroom.

Eddie complained about it, but Buck told him it was part of the experience, so Eddie just made a mental note to get their food for their next movie night.

"This has been great, Buck thank you" Eddie answered when they were on their way back to the house, they were still full from dinner, but Buck had drove past a drive-thru and got them milkshakes.

"It's not over you know"

"You're driving me to my house, that's usual the end"

"Well, yeah, but it's us, I still gotta kick your ass at mortal kombat"

Eddie laughed, loudly, and shook his head.

"Keep dreaming, man"

Pretty soon they were standing outside of his front door, milkshakes half drank in their hands, and Eddie just didn't want to cross the threshold and then just turn back into best-friends Buck and Eddie, because he was enjoying Dating Buck and Eddie, he didn't want it to end.

"This is typically where things end" Eddie said, and Buck nodded, a sadness lingering on his eyes, like he didn't want it to end too.

"This is also where people usually kiss for the first time"

"Is it?" Eddie smiled, and Buck hummed "What makes you think I kiss on the first date"

"Wishful thinking" He whispered, and Eddie wasn't sure he was supposed to hear that or not, but after Buck taking the lead on their whole date, Eddie figured he could be the one to take the lead on this one thing.

He took the milkshake out of Buck' causing a confused noise from him, but Eddie had his mind set, and if this whole night had taught him anything it had been that those possible feelings for Buck, weren't just potential, they were there, and this kiss, this kiss could change everything.

So, he took his face between his hands, and lean in slowly, allowing Buck enough time to back away in case he didn´t want it, but instead he just closed his eyes and waited until Eddie's lips collied with his, and was their lips moved slowly, and their tongues teased the other all he could think was: this is it, this is right, and how could he not seen it before, it was always been Buck.

Buck didn't went too far away once their parted, instead grabbing Eddie's wrist to keep his hands on place, and resting his forehead aganist Eddie's.

"Can we do that again?" He asked in a whisper, and Eddie smiled nodding along "But, real this time? The date, the kiss, everything?"

Eddie answered with another kiss, taking his time tasting Buck and the sweetness from their milkshakes, feeling him sag against the kiss and moving his hands from his face, to wrap around his waist to keep him in place.

"Yeah, Buck, we can have as many as you want, and real this time"

[sweetestlamb]

Bring Me To Life

Summary: Kang Sujin has never had anyone to turn to, hiding behind a façade her entire life. Someone begins to peek behind the mask. 

Author’s note: My two favorite characters in TB are Seojun and Sujin, both characters who are honestly treated like trash by the writers. I cannot begin to tell how upsetting it was to see Sujin’s character assassination or how painful it is to watch her being physically abused knowing that the writers will not give her therapy or a true happy ending. She’s just here to be beaten and vilified. Seojun, I won’t even rant everyone knows what the problem is (idk who told them we wanted to see Start-Up the high school edition.) So I wrote this after watching the most recent episode and hating most of it for these reasons. I don’t know how far it’ll go or how often I can update, but I need my two babies to have a happy ending preferably together because the visuals are just a dreammmm. 

The rain crashes down loudly from aggrieved storm clouds bellowing above her in the sky, the chilled condensation plastering her thin satin pajamas to her trembling body. She had to get out, the pain in her cheek numbing and electrifying all at once.

How dare she tell him that she didn't want to get married, want to stand on her own two feet without a man giving her value?

His hand had flown across the room before she could sidestep the blow, the fragile glass filled with water in her hand- the very reason she'd left her room in the dead of night- shattering into jagged pieces as it collided with a greater force. Just like her.

She hadn't been trying to eavesdrop but it was hard not to hear him chuckling deeply on the phone, offering up his only child like she was an item on a menu.

"Yes we should set them up. It seems Suho isn't interested and she should marry young, that's when women are worth the most."

Nausea rolled like waves in the pits of her stomach and before she could think logically, her feet were sprinting into the living room, air barely filling her lungs as she stared at the man she'd never once thought of as a father. The last time she'd made the grave mistake of calling him daddy he'd smacked her so hard that was how she lost her first tooth. He'd been father ever since or Mr. Kang. She tried her best to avoid him at all cost, she would never be good enough and it was getting harder to hide the marks he left behind.

It was difficult to remember clearly what occurred seconds after her refusal to marry a man she didn't know left her lips, his fist connected and she was knocked back onto their coffee table the sharp edge cutting at her cheek. As she looked at him, anger painting his face a demonic red, fear crippled her and her hands twitched desperately wanting to wash them raw. Then he grabbed a thick marble ashtray from the table and her instincts took over and she was out the door, running as fast as she could, knowing her life was at stake and she couldn't afford to stop.

When the cloud in her head cleared that was when she found herself at the bus stop.

Judgmental whispers breeze by her ears as people passed by with umbrellas, shocked to see the young girl crying in her pajamas at the stop, but none stopped to offer her help or inquire about her situation, happy just to pass judgement. She ignores them all, panicking racing through her blood until she's unable to breathe, choking on nothing as she twitches in the harsh air. Her throat constricts as she screams at herself, breathe. 

Breathe.

BREATHE! 

But it's useless as her body shuts down, forgetting how to do the basic function, she sways as she starts to feel light headed from the lack of oxygen and with a final wheeze she collapses. 

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He signs as he weaves past cars moving far too slowly, adrenaline rushing through his veins as he marginally misses nipping a car to the left of him, easily dragging his motorcycle away with the fluid movements of his body. He glares up at the sky before cursing, "Fucking weather report didn't say anything about a sudden rainstorm." If he'd known he would have stayed home, always hating the rain. It brought back bad memories.

Halting at a red light, he puts his leg down for balance bouncing slightly in place. Pulling the shield up on his helmet he glances around, recognizing the area easily, before something in his peripheral catches his attention, a lump on the ground. Tilting his head he revs his trusty iron steed to live, riding over to the direction of the mysterious mass on the wet ground. As he gets closer his heart falters, it's too evident now. 

It's a person.

Jumping off his bike and pushing out the kickstand he flings his helmet off, his hair immediately drenched under the downpour as he races over to help. As he nears the figure, it becomes clearer it's a woman wearing what looks like sleep clothes. Momentarily he wonders if this is a crazy person and if he should just mind his business but a frightening image of his little sister unconscious on the ground and no one coming to her aid flashes in his mind.

"I'll just check if she's breathing and call an ambulance. That's all, if she tries to attack me I'll just ride away." He takes a deep breath, collecting his courage before closing the gap between him and the unconscious woman.

Crouching beside her, he reaches out a hand hesitating before sighing and shaking at her cold shoulder. No response. He shakes harder now, watching the motion quake through her entire body, but still she is unresponsive.

"Hey! Hey! Are you okay? Wake up, you're scaring me!" He starts to jiggle her with both hands, before he crawls into her space not caring about his safety any longer, the idea that this unknown woman might be dead is making him nauseous. People are always dying without his permission. It's so frustrating.

"Wake up! Come on!" He shouts at the figure now holding both her shoulders and turning the woman over, lifting her face from its place on the ground, cradling her limp body in his lap. After two more vicious shakes, she starts to cough and groan in his arms. Relief swims through his veins as he watches her come back to life, anxiously watching as her dewy long lashes flutter open and he's caught in a lifeless deep gaze.

"Han Seo-Jun?"

It takes a long pause for him to register that the woman has said his name and then a longer moment to recognize who she is.

"Kang Su-Jin?" He replies in genuine shock, taking in the wom--young girl in his arms. She's shivering so violently that it's becoming difficult to hold onto her, vibrating out of his hold before he grips her tighter, whipping off his jacket without second thought and wrapping it around her. Goosebumps raising on his skin as his body mentally berates his lack of survival skills.

"What are you doing here?" She looks at him bewildered as if the stranger occurrence is his presence and not her own.

He squints his eyes looking back at her, "I could ask you the same thing. I found you unconscious here. I thought you were...." He trails off unable to utter the rest of his sentence.

"You should have left me here. Maybe I would have. If I was that lucky."

"What? Are you crazy, you want to die? Did you do this to yourself, what are you on?!" He roars at her, rage flooding his system as he shouts at the stupid girl, how dare she try to kill herself and leave her body for him to find? He wishes he had taken a different route, that he'd never come across her. He was in no state to comfort someone who was suicidal, still too raw and hurt. What was so hard about living that made people want to do that? Hot tears gather in his eyes as he abruptly pulls away from Sujin, unapologetic as she tumbles to the ground without his support.

She starts at him, stunned before righteous fury twists her features and she roars back at him.

"Who are you to judge me! I didn't ask you to help me, leave me alone!"

He glares back at her ready to yank his jacket away and run away from her but a small movement stops him, as she's screaming at him a small muscle twitches in her cheek bringing his attention to said cheek. It's nearly purple, standing out obscenely on her pale skin and then he notices the split lip and the bruises on her neck and he's so ashamed of himself he could bawl.

He deflates before speaking to her, "What happened to your face? Who did this to you?"

He doesn't know what kind of look he has on his face but before his questions can even settle between them she's sneering and twisting away from him, throwing his jacket on the ground before making her escape. Unprepared for her sudden departure he reacts too late, before chasing after her. It's easy to close the distance separating them with his long legs and within seconds she's merely inches in front of him, he reaches out a large hand to grab her wrist but hesitates recalling the bruises littering her frame. Instead he races past her, blocking her with his body swerving to the left and then the right when she tries to dodge him. They play this cat and mouse game before she finally gives up, glaring up at him with moist enraged eyes.

"Why do you care? We aren't even friends!"

Her piercing shout rings in his ears as he looks down at her passively. He can't answer that question, doesn't know what brought him to this area so late and not understanding why he was the one to find her in this condition. He doesn't know why he cares. But maybe things could have been different if Se-Yeon had someone to chase him. Maybe he'd still be alive...

So he answers her honestly.

"I don't want anymore people to die."

To his complete shock she starts to cry, tears falling rapidly from her eyes before she crumples to the ground, the rain pounding on her head and he stands still unsure of what to do before he drapes the jacket he'd rescued from the ground over her head, shielding her from most of the thunderous downpour. When she looks up to see the jacket protecting her, he almost falls backwards as her head slams into his chest, her tears simmering hot on his chilled body. It's almost painfully uncomfortable but he doesn't move away. Letting her cry on his chest, his shirt is soaked anyway this makes no difference.

He doesn't know how long they are crouched there on the ground, so dark that the sidewalk is completely devoid of anyone else, it feels like they are the only two people left on Earth.

"If we stay here you're going to get a cold."

He voices his concern but the only reply he receives is a gross sounding sniffle and he grimaces, knowing that his poor shirt is probably damaged beyond repair covered in snot and tears.

Sighing he starts to repeat himself before she whispers, "I don't have anywhere to go."

"I can take you home." Her fists tighten in his drenched shirt, he can practically feel the fear wafting off her, he'd assumed the marks on her face were from a possessive unhinged boyfriend but her reaction makes him uneasy. He tries to push those unpleasant thoughts to the corner.

"What about your friends? Why don't you call Su-ah or Ju-Kyung, I’m sure they’ll help you.” 

She stiffens in his arms before shaking her head in decline.

"No. I can't let anyone else see me like this. I don't need them looking at me the way you did, like I'm a sad pitiful puppy. I never want anyone look at me like that again."

He can respect that, he never wants to appear weak in front of others. It was easier to become angry and lash out rather than showing your true heart, nobody could hurt you that way.

"Then what? Where do you want to go?"

"I have nowhere to go. I'll stay here until morning. I'll be fine, you can go."

He looks at her dumbfounded, what kind of man would leave a battered woman alone in the rain? He wasn't raised by animals, damn it.

"Let's go." He makes a point not to touch her, their only point of connection are her hands twisted in his shirt.

"What?"

He bulldozes past her confusion, looking at her with what he hopes are comforting eyes.

"I'm taking you to my house. I can't just leave you here."

"Are you crazy? Don't you live with your mother and sister, what will they say?"

He winces at the logical inquiry, he had already considered that himself, thinking of his mother's subsequent smacks and his sister's teasing once they learned what he'd done but still deciding that he has no other choice. He can't just leave her here.

He shrugs, "That's my problem to worry about. I'm not leaving you here, I'd really like to get out of his rain. Let's go." He repeats himself harder, pleading with her.

She looks away and he's prepared to throw her over his shoulders and face the consequences when he hears her response, "Okay. Let's go."

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It's a quiet ride back, the engine rumbling through the aching bones of her frozen body. Han Seojun. The last person she ever expected to see after being roused from her panic induced collapse. Her arms tighten around his thin waist as he swerves around a car, adrenaline and fear battling for dominance in her body. When her fingers accidentally brush across wet bare skin she quickly moves her hands higher, fighting the embarrassment that washes over her.

If he notices she can't hear his reaction over the roar of the motorcycle.

When they finally pull up to a small apartment, she loosens her hold on him cracking her frozen digits.

"You didn't need to hold that tightly, I wasn't going to let anything happen to you. I ride this everyday you know."

She doesn't reply focusing on getting off the bike, swinging her leg over and hopping off not graceful but effective, a small proud smile spreads on her face before she gazes back at him.

He stares back before shaking his head, as if lost in a daze before he stomps off for her to follow.

Wordlessly she trails behind him, feeling foolish in her duck pajamas, a gift from Su-ah.

When he pushes his front door open, letting her in first she steps out of her sopping wet house slippers standing awkwardly looking around.

"Stay here. I'll get towels so we don't trail too much water."

She nods at his command, gazing at the floor and seeing how much water is already pooling around her feet.

"Here." He hands her a fluffy pink towel, she raises an eyebrow at the color.

"It's the guest towel. I wouldn't give you my towel."

That makes sense, sharing towels is far too intimate for the relationship they have. That being none. 

She rapidly towels at her hair, before running the towel down her body and wrapping it around her waist.

"You can use the bathroom. It's the second door on the right. I'll bring you dry clothes."

She steps cross the doorway, finally entering his home. Before she turns back to him staring directly into his eyes, "Than.... You didn't have to do this." She loses her confidence but his answering smirk lets her know he understood enough, with that she walks to the bathroom locking herself inside.

The sight of her bruised face in the mirror makes her pause, reaching up to finger at the stark purple mark on her cheek. She's crying before she can control her emotions, tears dripping into the sink as she remembers her night, how close she was to the end despite what she said to Seojun she wanted to live. As her father stood above her ready to snuff her out like a mere nuisance in his life, she realized with a burning passion how desperately she wanted to live.

A soft knock drags her back to reality as she rapidly wipes her tears away.

"I'm leaving clothes by the door. You can come out whenever you're ready. I'm making tea."

When she hears the light steps of his feet moving away from the door she opens the door a crack, picking up the neatly folded pile of clothes. Sending the boy a mental thank you before closing the door quietly.

It's clear that these clothes belong to Seojun, draping off her body, too large for her frame, a black T-shirt with a microphone on the center and sweatpants that cover her feet as well, he'd even remembered to bring her socks. Instantly she feels her body warming as her body temperature returns to normal. 

Folding her wet clothes and splashing water on her face then using the towel to rub it dry, she exits the bathroom walking towards the light she sees assuming that's the kitchen.

"The water's almost done boiling. Sit down."

His deep voice greets her as she follows his orders and takes a seat.

"Are these your clothes?"

"What? Oh yeah they're mine, sorry my sister locked her door. They're very old though, I haven't worn them in years I thought they would fit you better." He eyes her as he says the last sentence, "I guess it didn't make much of a difference I'm just too tall and manly for my own good."

She scoffs at his narcissistic comment rolling her eyes "Tall and manly my foot. You're so skinny I could probably pick you up with one arm."

He immediately turns at her comment, affronted look on his face, "Shut up! It's hard for me to put on weight, I'm not that skinny."

He places his hands on his hips, looking down at himself before puffing his chest out to make himself appear broader, it's so ridiculous that she can't control her reaction.

Sudden uncontrollable laughter.

She laughs breathlessly, folding onto her lap trying to contain her giggles but his scandalized look makes her laugh harder and she has to stuff her face in her elbow to prevent herself from waking his family.

After a few minutes of random spasms of laughter she finally peers back up at him.

He looks just like he did outside when she'd smiled after successively getting off his motorcycle.

"What? What are you looking at?"

"Nothing. I just never see you smile at school."

"Well you never do anything worth smiling about." She quips back, wondering if she'd gone too far but he doesn't reply beyond a slight smile that's gone too fast to even be titled that, he places her steaming cup of tea before her sipping at his own after blowing on it.

They drink in comfortable silence.

She's the first to rapture the silence, "I don't need pity."

"I don't pity yo--"

"But thank you. Thank you for stopping. Thank you for this, thank you."

He stares wordlessly before nodding, a slight blush on his cheeks before he hides his face in the cup of tea. She doesn't bring attention to it.

"You can sleep in my room. It's the door next to the bathroom."

Humming she looks up, fatigue hitting her like a brick at the mention of sleeping.

"Where will you sleep?"

"I have a perfectly good couch, don't argue you're sleeping in my room. That's final. It's better that my mother doesn't see a strange woman on the couch when she wakes up."

Well, she can't argue with that logic.

"Okay." Drinking the last of the soothing beverage, she stands up walking over to place the cup in the sink.

"Good night." She starts to walk back in the direction of the bathroom, seeing another door next to it. Seojun's room. Twisting the doorknob she pushes it open, before she hears his voice from behind her.

"If you need anything I'm right outside."

Blinking her tears away, she nods without looking back, too vulnerable with his palpable concern.

When she lays her head down on his pillow, his scent fills her senses and she falls into a deep restless slumber feeling safer than she has in long time.

Tomorrow will be horrible.

But tonight, she will allow herself to breath easy knowing that someone is on her side.

[girlmounter]

URGENT QUESTION TO ALL MY FOLLOWERS, I NEED YOUR FEEBACK!

Okay so here's the situation. I am asking you all to please please read this through and like, maybe tell me if I made the right decision... because I feel terrible about this. I would love it if someone told me if this is correct or wrong and I should've done something else. I'm not a popular blog, so whoever this post might reach (which is not going to be a lot of people) please please take some time out to read this through. I know it's a really long post, but I really really need your opinion on this. If you don't have the time right now, maybe just reblog it and save it for later. It would also help this post reach more people. Also please check the tags for the trigger warnings.

I have been going to a therapist for about 5 months now. My mom, as you probably know by now, is narcissistic and my dad enables her, along with my mom's parents who we live with. I have no siblings, and I just turned 17. Since we live in Asia, all you desi people know how hard society is on us when we go against our parents, who are supposed to be godly figures.

So all along, my therapist, (for confidentiality's sake we'll call him Sam, 21), has been bent on making me talk to them. I dont know why. I've tried explaining so many times that talking to my mom is not an option because 1) NARCISSISTIC PEOPLE DON'T EVER CHANGE and 2) my mom WILL use all my words against me and twist them into whatever she wants and later bring them up to bring me down. You guys with narcissistic parents know this shit too well.

It's not like I haven't ever even tried talking to them, I have! I've done it so many times, with a calm tone, in the most diplomatic way possible. There were times I tried to get the point across by crying and being desperate too. There were also times where I thought anger might work out.

It never did. It doesn't. It won't, because she is not looking for solutions or for mending the bond between us. All she wants is to infantilize me and keep me under her control forever. Mom and dad both want this. They don't ever want to let me out of their sights. They don't let me out of their sights.

A very long story short, I am supervised 24/7, I don't have much of a phone, I don't have friends, I don't have any family members who would support me, I don't have much of a family either tbh. I am monitored like crazy, gaslighted every single day, lied to, manipulated like hell, and babied to the point where it's just narcissistic infantilization and not concern anymore. To them, I'm a baby when it suits them, and I'm an adult when it suits them better that way. She doesn't care about what I think because apparently I'm a liar and to all those people out there who know the smear campaigning and the flying monkeys and the triangulation....yeah. All of that happens on a regular basis. I know I'm not providing any concrete proof and situations but please believe me. Please believe me. My memory is so shot I can't remember anything and i know it doesn't work out in my favor but please please believe me I'm telling the truth...

I have made three suicide attempts, I used to cut and was very badly addicted to it, and now I don't cut, but yeah I'll be sharing the reason in a little bit. Please hold on, this means a huge deal to me. Please don't scroll past this.

So Sam never really even had a smidge of doubt that my mom might be narcissistic, and I wasn't given the benefit of doubt either. After months of research when I myself figured that it might be narcissism, I told him and he went along with it. He does believe me now. But somehow I don't feel very understood. I dont feel better after I talk to him. I feel like my problems are trivial and that I'm just not working hard enough. I feel misunderstood and I never feel satisfied. I asked him for tips to deal with crushing loneliness and panic attacks and stuff like that, but I never receive real answers. When I asked for help with my suicidal thoughts, he just said that it's never an option and that's it. That's the only answer I got. When I asked for help with cutting, the only answer I got was that if I even tried to cut again, I'd lose him.

Like. Is that really how therapy is supposed to work?

Half of the time we just while time away, talking as if we're friends and I mean, it's a paid session. We're not very financially well off right now, what with the pandemic and everything, and we're paying him 2000 INR a week. It's a lot for us because we ain't exactly rich. That's like 10,000 INR a month.

I try to talk, I'm told that I don't stop talking and don't let him speak. When I don't speak, I'm not speaking enough. I dont feel comfortable anymore in a way that I think I should be with a therapist. I have recieved more helpful advice from actual PhD psychologists who are making videos on dealing with narcissism on YouTube. I feel more understood by them than I ever have with him. So many times I have left the session crying and hours later I'd still be stifling tears. So many times I don't feel heard and I feel like if I told him something he'd be angry. Sometimes he snaps and is like way too straightforward and it just doesn't do well with me. He doesn't support a lot of stuff that I support, like anti body shaming, especially for overweight people and stuff like LGBTQIA+ too, really. I'm mocked in an underhand way if I express that I support stuff that he doesn't really like. It's not straightforward but... I can't shake the feeling.

I do sometimes look forward to the sessions, if only because I'll have someone to talk to...but that's pretty much it. I'm not getting anything out of this. He claims that no one will understand me the way he does, and he keeps comparing my life to his, which I don't like. He says that in a way he and I both very similar and he relates to me and then proceeds to tell me about events in his life. He says that I'm his favorite client and now a good friend too, but I feel like that's not how it should be. And I do make an effort to listen to him tell me stuff about his life but...shouldn't it be the other way round?

Now I'm not saying that he is a bad person. I have loads of my own issues too; severe depression, crippling anxiety, overthinking every freaking thing, I'm like 100% sure I have complex PTSD from this childhood trauma, constant pain everywhere, crazy headaches, flashbacks, nightmares, hallucinations sometimes, and major emotion repression. I'm dealing with a million and one things right now and yes that might be causing me to feel worse about this situation than I should. I admit that I'm not exactly thinking about this in a diplomatic way...but somehow it doesn't feel right, and hence this really long post.

If you're still here, thank you so much. Your reading this is doing something that means a lot to me. Truly.

He exercises a lot, and he gave me a whole schedule to follow with the meals I should eat and the exercise I should do and somehow I never feel like I'm doing enough. If I miss out I can't tell him because he always reprimands me for messing up. I dont feel comfortable about opening up and then he forces me to do that and then when I do I don't feel better.

Lately, we'd been talking about how I need to tell my parents to their face what I feel is wrong with their actions, and how without that happening there's no point to our sessions anymore. Straight up went that if I don't talk to them on this Sunday, then we're not going to have sessions anymore.

I tried explaining to him many times how my mom will never change, how I don't want to enrage them further, how I don't want to give her more information on my life that she can use against me again...but no use.

He insisted over and over again on how she has no idea what she's doing to me, and if we just talked it out, my whole situation will be fine. This is just a huge misunderstanding.

I tried so hard to make him understand that that's not how it works for her, she doesn't want to resolve things and she'll just jump at the first chance she gets to use all my information against me, but no. I tried telling him that I have talked to her before and that I also used to think that if I just told her what they were doing wrong, then they would understand and mend their ways, I mean it took me YEARS to convince myself that it was never gonna happen! I tried it so many times and everytime I fell for this trap and everytime I regretted it but he doesn't get that! At all! That they're never gonna change!

Instead of helping me get over them, instead of telling me how to move on, instead of helping me grieve over my entire childhood... he was forcing me to talk things out with them, because if I didn't tell them I would be keeping it inside me and letting that fester would be bad.

I agree that it's not healthy for me to keep things to myself, which is why I talked to him right? And the things which are troubling me cannot be resolved with them because they refuse to change their ways!

The only thing that would come out of that family discussion is me at a disadvantage and them at an advantage by having all the latest scoop on my life and then have my mom (who is a doctor who has also done a course on CBT) psychoanalyse me even more than she does now. I'd be tailed harder. It will get worse and I know it. I've seen it and I promised myself that I would never make the same mistake of opening up to them honestly ever again. And here Sam wanted me to that very thing.

And I agreed initially, I tried convincing myself that maybe it'll work out and after all, Sam will be defending me and everything (even though he did say he would support them if he found them correct) but I didn't feel good about it. I remembered that a therapist is supposed to make you feel more at ease and let you take your own time to process through things and never force a client to do something if they had doubts about it.

And so I texted him today, and I refused. He said we won't have any more sessions, but I said it's fine. Because I don't want to go to him anymore anyway. I think I would rather have no one to talk to, than have someone belittle my experiences and just overall make me feel worse than I did when I first entered the session.

There's more stuff that was related to this, and if you guys want to know something before making your judgement of this situation, please please please ask me, message me, but please just have a bird's eye view on this whole thing and tell me if I made the right decision...please.

I would really appreciate some feedback right now.

Thank you so,so much for sticking with me till the end of this post. It means the world to me, honestly. I couldn't thank you more.

[li0nh34rt]

Fake Dating AU

Chromophobia by @katzaren

When Liam accidentally outs Theo as gay at group therapy, Theo gets his revenge by claiming that Liam is his boyfriend. In order to make up for what he did, Liam goes along with the pretend relationship. Meanwhile, Theo struggles with his past and whether he even deserves a boyfriend, let alone a fake one, and Mason and Corey bet on whether or not Theo and Liam will become a real couple after their week of pretend dating.

[Mature / 10.6k / complete]

Theo's aunt Minnie comes to town by @tvtime

Liam and Theo have to pretend to be boyfriends when Theo’s Aunt Minnie comes to town. Fortunately, it isn’t too hard to fake. Post-series but no spoilers.

[Gen / 3.k / complete]

Just too good to be true by @raekentheoryarchive

Liam has the worst luck when it comes to girls. Things just keep crashing and burning. Mason tries to convince him that maybe it’s time to come out, to date a guy instead, but his best friend won’t hear it. So he and Corey decide to find him the ultimate date, someone who’s exactly his type—snarky, tendency to punch people, and tough enough to put up with their volatile friend. Bad boy Theo Raeken is the perfect fit, despite his murky past and caustic personality. And the fact that he won’t do it for free. What could go wrong? 

[TeenUp / 56.2k / complete]

It was only a bet by @volsungar-the-mighty

When Theo Raeken, captain of the college football team, loses a bet to one of his team mates, he is forced to start a fake relationship with Liam Dunbar, all around nerd and Theo’s neighbour, who constantly complains about the noise.

Theo isn’t expecting his feelings to become involved, yet they do, but before he can act on them, the worst happens – Liam finds out about the bet.

[Mature / 37.3k / complete]

Play by the rules by @xsophie2x

Theo and Liam's friends are tired of their constant bickering and arguing, and agree they need to do something about it. That's why they come up with a plan for them to get to know each other differently: pretend to be each other's boyfriends and date each other for a month. None of them really knows how it will work out, but are the end results really such a surprise?

[NR / 34.1k / wip]

I won't die for you (but maybe I will stand beside you) by @iwritefanfictionsometimes

Liam is an idiot who can't keep his mouth shut and now his mother is expecting a boyfriend for Christmas.

[Mature / 14.4k / complete]

Marshmallows and Mistletoe by @wolfenboyb

Liam brags about his new beau to friends and family, and as the holidays approach he's forced to bring them over. The problem is, he doesn't really have one. Enter Theo--alone at christmas and unable to say no to puppy dog eyes. Chaos ensues. Soft chaos.

[Gen / 6.1k / complete]

Faking It by @xtarmanderx

Theo and Liam have been best friends forever and they’ve gone unnoticed throughout school, much to Liam’s displeasure. One day at lunch, everything changes when a girl overhears them and is convinced they are dating. Liam, realizing this could be their shot at popularity by being the first same sex couple in schools, convinces Theo to fake date him. Between pretending and trying not to get caught, Theo will also have to avoid breaking his one rule: to not fall in love with his best friend.

[Mature / 19k / complete]

I lied when I was seventeen by @eclecticklutz @raekentheoryarchive

Liam had never been nervous in front of a crowd, but then again, he usually was doing something he was amazing at.

He was not amazing at words. Which explained why the following ones left his mouth:

"Well, uh... I... don't think... the person I have been seeing for the past month would appreciate me putting myself up for auction?"

 [TeenUp / 9.6k / complete]

The Butterfly Effect by @sweetpoisonedheart

Liam doesn’t think he needs a boyfriend or girlfriend but his friends seem to think otherwise.He gets tired of all the set-ups and ambushes, so he makes up a boyfriend. It gets them off his back for a couple of days but now they keep asking to meet him. In a panic, he asks his hot new neighbour - who just so happens to be pretty spot on for the guy Liam described - if he’ll fake date him and then break up in a couple weeks time. Things get complicated when Liam starts to develop actual feelings.

[Gen / 2.1k / wip]

Bad at Love by @sweetpoisonedheart

Liam and Theo had a great relationship..until they didn't and broke up. Liam has neglected to tell his family the news though and they keep letting him know how excited they are that he's bringing Theo home with him this weekend. He doesn't want to see the disappointment on their faces, so out of desperation he asks Theo to fake it, just for his mom's birthday..he doesn't expect Theo to agree so easily. Maybe along the way, they work through their issues and fall in love all over again.

[TeenUp / 2.1k / wip]

Prepare for trouble by @orphan_account

And make it double.

There's prom, and it's cheaper to buy tickets in pairs.

[TeenUp / 1.7k / complete]

Fake you out by @chuwuyas

"Theo, I need your help."

Theo groaned bored. "What?"

"I'm going to a dinner with my parents tonight... And I need you to be my fake boyfriend."

[Explicit / 4.4k / complete]

Bad Liar by @mmmwddd

When Liam's ex girlfriend comes back to town after a year he panics and tells her that he is dating someone.

[TeenUp / 12.3k / complete]

I loathe you I love you by @tonytonesphoneroo5000

It's only supposed to happen once. Problem is, it keeps happening, and they both hate it so much less than they should.

[Explicit / 30.1k / complete]

You think I'm hot? by @trashpanda_stories

Hayden is supposed to mary.

Liam is invited and needs a hot date, but he has a plan...

[NR / 2.8k / complete]

Not asking for a Miracle by @imthehotgirl

When Liam convinces Theo to pretend to be his boyfriend for the holidays he's not quite prepared for everything that follows.

[TeenUp / 8.2k / complete]

Wedding Bells by @lanceiferroar

Scott and Malia's wedding is coming up. Liam needs a date, especially when he hears that Hayden is bringing her new boyfriend. What will happen when Corey finds out that Theo is back in town and brings him to Liam's house?

[Mature / 7k / complet

Fake relationship = free food by @lilyoselrc

The five-times Liam and Theo pretended to be a couple, and the time that they didn’t have to.

[Gen / 3.k / complete]

How we got here by @godricsalzaar16

Liam and Theo aren't dating. Until they are. But they still aren't. Until they are.

It's all Liam's fault anyway. Theo's just doing this for the food.

[TeenUp / 9.3k / wip]

Black Diamond by @teenwolf-af

Liam and Theo go undercover as an engaged couple at a ski resort for a case. Theo likes Liam. Liam might kind of like Theo too. Not that either of them would ever admit it.

“Who’s at the door, babe?” Theo called from behind him. Liam could have sworn he felt his eye twitch.

“Our neighbors-“ he turned, but Theo was right there, sliding an arm around his waist. Not wearing a shirt. Why?

[TeenUp / 20.2k / complete]

Someone like you by @neko-alice-yami-esme

"I know this might sound crazy and you don't even know me at all but I would owe you so much if you could pretend you're my bofriend while my ex is here in this party!"

[TeenUp / 1.5k / complete]

Faking It by @blaxis

"Are you two dating?" Scott asked.

"Yes." They said in unison.

"But we're faking it,” Theo added, “To piss off Stiles, so don't tell him."

[TeenUp / 1.8k / complete]

Fake Date Me by @invisible_slytherin

“You should just find someone to fake date you,” Corey teased.

Or, the one where there's a new girl who flirts with Liam in Biology class.

[Gen / 2.5k / complete]

Are we pretending? by @raeannisapancake

Liam is in an awkward situation when Nolan asks him out. Luckily for him Theo is there to save him.

[Gen / 295 / complete]

Let's pretend by @invisible_slytherin

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend," Liam repeated.

Or, the one where Scott shouldn't have talked to Liam like he was fragile, Liam should have thought twice before engaging in a childish kind of revenge and Theo shouldn't have accepted to help.

[Gen / 7.5k / complete]

Prototype hearts by @ckaster

Scott severely understated the problem that the rogue omega would turn out to be. But that's not even Theo's biggest problem right now--no, not even close. That honor would go to one Liam Dunbar, who was both harder to understand than anticipated and��the object of a crazy werewolf's desires.

[TeenUp / 9.6k / wip]