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merakiui · 2 years

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omg i loved the discord mod idia post !!! he's so slimy [like the meddling tweels hehe] but he tries so hard 😔😔 and omg the tags?? depraved discord mod azul?? can we pls hear your thoughts on him :oo

(also i hope you're doing well!!! :D)

Discord mod Idia is so gross and slimy, but we love him. <3

Now as for discord mod Azul!!!!

(cw: yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, obsession, implied kidnapping)

Outside of being a mod, he’s actually really successful. He either runs an entire corporation or he has a high-paying position at one. You probably work alongside him. Maybe he’s a coworker you occasionally talk brief business with when you happen to find yourself in the elevator with him, or you meet at the ground floor coffee shop just below the company’s floors. You’d never expect he’s the mod you’re in an online relationship with. You’d never expect that this silver-tongued, pressed suit-wearing individual is a filthy Magicord mod in private, who you met in a server designed like a deep-sea lounge after breaking a few rules and he’d so kindly decided to spare you.

This person who is absolutely ruthless when it comes to climbing the social ladder and annihilating any competition is the same one who texts you day and night, referring to you as his precious angelfish, his beloved pearl, his sweet siren. The man who stole that promotion from you—who proceeded to pat you on the back with a consoling smile that jeered ‘better luck next time’ when you fretted over the news—is the exact man who spends absurd amounts of money on you, who listened to you touch yourself while whispering filthy things into the mic during a heated VC, who tells you of everything he wishes to do with you when the two of you finally meet.

You don’t even know his real name and he doesn’t know yours either, and you certainly have no idea that he’s that annoying coworker you hate with a passion. He calls himself Sea Witch on Magicord, which is fitting for the server’s marine theme. It’s actually a very cozy place! Lots of people hang out in VCs, it’s organized into labeled sections, and it’s got very good security measures. There’s a vice-mod who’s simply named J and another (not truly a mod but he claims he has mod abilities) user who goes by all sorts of names. It’s always changing. Just last week he was sneakerluvr42069 and now he’s tastykoebi. You haven’t had many exchanges with either of them, but it seems like they know Sea Witch well. Either way, the connection doesn’t mean much to you. You’re just glad he’s so willing to buy you anything and everything you ask for.

You once tried to dig a little deeper—to find out just who Sea Witch is. When you asked him what he looked like, he’d simply turned the question on you. You rarely send him photos of yourself, but when you do they’re usually explicit (most are of you in the lingerie and other outfits he buys you) and your face isn’t shown. He thinks you have a very desirable body. You’d like to see his, but he’s always evasive with any questions regarding who he is behind the Sea Witch mask. He must have a cushy job if he’s able to spend large amounts on you. When questioned about that, he just joked about how having a tongue of silver helps. You wonder what that truly means.

Beyond Sea Witch, Azul is actually surprisingly normal on the surface. He has his eccentricities, but most of these are hidden behind a disarming persona. He drapes himself in finery: golds and silvers, luxury brands, expensive colognes—typical rich normie stuff according to Idia. Azul hates going out in public. He hates having to smile and act kind at the office. He hates his coworkers. He hates having to put in so much effort just to look a certain way. He’d prefer to spend his time inside, reading, watching TV, messaging his angelfish. He loves his days off the most because he’s free to be as introverted as he wants without having to act. It’s just him, the comforting confines of his home, oversized pajamas, and a day free of responsibilities.

Azul usually spends these days talking to you, and when you aren’t available he’s taking up new hobbies with you in mind. He’s started tending to houseplants after you mentioned it briefly during one of your conversations. He’s also trying to get into miniature cooking because you sent him a compilation video of it and he wants to impress you with his talents. And he’s always browsing erotic sites to find the toys that fit your preferences. He wonders how you’d look in handcuffs, in cosplay, in collars and blindfolds. Most of all, he wonders how you’d look with his tentacles wrapped around you.

Azul doesn’t send you many pictures of his real life. He fears you might try to pry again and he doesn’t want that. It’s much better if you love Sea Witch instead of Azul. Sea Witch is mysterious, cool, unique, attractive. Azul is…Azul. He’s not very good at romance. He’s not very good with confidence, but Sea Witch is. Azul can act all he wants, but it’s impossible to feel happy with himself no matter what he does. When he’s Sea Witch, he can spin all sorts of tales without having to attach his appearance to any of it. You can love him for his money, his sense of humor, his taste in aesthetics, and he’ll never have to show you his face! Of course there are days when Azul peers at himself in the mirror and is struck with a sudden surge of confidence and he considers sending a spontaneous selfie or, Great Seven forbid, a dick pic. Really, he has so much class and a dick pic is just not the path he wishes to travel. Besides, scanty images are what you do best, not him. He’d much rather admire the artwork than become it himself.

Plus, when the two of you meet and he decides to keep you, you’ll get to see it in person. Surely that’s better than some grainy photograph. It’d look much nicer inside you, a good, snug fit. :)

To say Azul likes you would be a very big understatement. He’s infatuated, so much that he often messages you whenever he has the chance. You’re the first thing he thinks of when he wakes and the last thing he considers when falling asleep. He’s even taken to talking to you during work hours, his phone brightness dimmed to prevent any nosy onlookers from glimpsing his private exchanges. He realizes that texting and occasionally voice calling isn’t enough. He really wants to meet you in person. He wants to touch you, kiss you, hold you. He’s certain you’ll want that, too.

Azul just needs to finalize what remains of a secret space within his home. It’s just temporary, as all pain often is, and you won’t have to stay there forever if you can promise to be good for him. He’s always had this little fantasy, and it’s only grown with each passing day. In it, he’s married to you and you wait diligently for him to come home from work and you’re clawing at him for affection the minute he steps through the door. In it, you’re nothing without him. You crave his love, his touch, his dick. You kiss him all over, breathless and sloppy, as if he might vanish from your sight if you can’t pin him down with enough saccharine smooches. You always tell him how much you adore him, how you’ll always be here for him, how you’d never think of leaving him. Aside from the happenings of sweet, fluffy love, the two of you fuck on every piece of furniture, in every room, against every surface. He always cums inside. You always hold him close and praise him and tell him his dick is big and you love it and you love him and… It’s a really good fantasy! He’s working so hard to make it a reality.

And in this perfect dream of his, he’s all you’ll ever need. This one is important! You don’t need anyone else. You’ll only need him. You don’t need friends or family. You don’t need to work. He’ll give you a comfortable life that’s filled with affection.

So naturally Azul is livid when you message him saying you no longer wish to continue this relationship. You thank him for his time and everything he’s done for you, as courteous as ever, and then you unadd him. You wash your hands of him. You cast him aside. You leave his server, you stop contacting him, and you disappear. And his hearts—all three of them—shatter. Outside of Sea Witch, he’s lonely. He has no one who waits for him at home. He has no one who’ll cook him homemade meals, each made with love and care. He has no one who he can delight in married life with. He’s all alone.

Azul’s miserable. It’s hard to tell at work because he smiles through the suffering so that no one will suspect anything. He’s not sure what happened to his angelfish. Even Jade and Floyd were unable to contact you or find any traces of your user in other servers. He’s considered enlisting Idia’s help, but then that would mean he has to admit that he lost you. That he wasn’t able to retrieve you. That you’re drifting in a vast sea of people—of potential suitors! So he does what he does best: he thinks and he plans. He considers every plausible explanation, and within the month he’s arrived at many conclusions. Each is more frustrating than the last. He hates to think that you’d leave him for someone else. Honestly, what went wrong? What did he do incorrectly? Surely there was a part of him you found undesirable. Surely it’s his fault you left. There has to be a reason for all of this, but it’s been a month and there’s still no trace of you. His sanity is beginning to splinter.

When he hears a familiar name weeks later, his mind still in eternal mourning mode, he perks up at once. Someone’s talking about Sea Witch. Online dating. Uninstalling Magicord. Weird vibes. Wanting a face to face connection instead of something long-distance. Azul can’t believe his ears. Is this a coincidence? Is he just hearing things? Has he gone insane or has his angelfish always been this close?

You and the colleague you were talking to are gone before he can turn the corner and get a look at you. But hope is already sprouting within him. If what he heard is true—if you’re really his angelfish—then his life just got a lot better. He’ll find you, and when he does he’ll finally be back on track. He’ll finally get to begin his dream life with you.

And you’ll learn to love the man behind Sea Witch.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #h2o2-and-baking-soda #i am doing well! i hope you are also doing well!!! :D #now who else is on the list for creepy perverted discord mod? let’s see~~#riddle rollo cater rook lilia che’nya… orz

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songmingisthighs · 1 year

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hi omg its me that one anon who said they were too anxious to send asks and have been here since hooked😁😁 I DOUBT U REMEMBER ME BUT ITS FINE HEHWJSHWHS

i just wanted to say that i absolutely LOVED CACHE U HAVE NO IDEA😭 it somehow managed to make me feel like around 50 different emotions at the same time idk how im still alive after that. i was abt to go bonkers with how cache!woo was acting all throughout the series istg

i STILL read mafia seonghwa where the reader dies an unhealthy amount of times..😫 idk what u put in that fic but its definitely more addicting than drugs (not that ive tried any),, it just gives me the right amount of pain and angst i absolutely love it😫

its sometimes frustrating having a limited vocabulary bcs i badly want to tell u a lot of things and how much i love ur works but i just cant😭

anyway,, hope u stay happy and healthy always!! ur fics not only brought me joy and a bunch more emotions but it somehow helps me disconnect with whats going on irl and how im abt to go bonkers. hehe mwuah ily <3

noooo ofc i remember you!! literally when i saw you spamming the other day, i was like "huh haven't seen them in a while, i thought they're off tumblr" but hey good to see you again !!

ngl i feel like cache was a mistake. a beginning to my downfall or smth dramatic but it just made me realize that i'm not on top of my game anymore and mayhaps it's time for me to quit smt before i made a fool of myself

but pls not mafia!hwa that shit was written SPECIFICALLY to hurt are you good in the noggin ????

i'm glad i've been able to entertain though, it means a lot to know that i have somehow made an imprint in someone's life. i've always wanted to do that but i never could imagine i'd be able to do it from writing. but pls pace yourself ion wanna cause anyone to claw their eyes out from the shit i wrote lmaooo

ilyt anon ! <3

#smt answer #anon ask

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perhapsthanatos · 3 years

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10:32 pm with yuta ♡

nct’s yuta x fem!reader (got inspired by a dream of mine & found the idea really cute)

alternate title: be the james dean to my audrey hepburn

genre: fluff. a pinch of angst. non idol au. badboy!yuta au.

word count: 1400~

playlist: chinatown by wild nothing, lover’s rock by tv girl & work this time by king gizzard and the lizard wizard.

warnings: featuring johnny (not a warning though). smoking cigarettes. cursing. lowercase intended. not proofread.

a/n: hi i was supposed to post a vampire!haechan fic but i really wasnt happy w it in general :( the plot or overall idea of the fic was really good, but i just felt as if i didnt do it justice so here we are :( but ngl, i kind of like this concept more? maybe bc i can see it more vividly? idk, i feel like my writings r getting repetitive & its getting on my nerves lmaoo this is getting long im sorry do u guys even read this part anyway? i would also like to apologize abt the amount of projecting im doing lmao ive been having some rough days & i love my sister but hate being compared to her so often so this is a way for me to rant abt it ig? also so sorry its coming out a little later bc i woke up late today (& procrastinated for the rest of it so here i am posting really late at night) & decided to go to the convenience store to get ice cream (& a ton of other bad shit pls dont do this its rlly unhealthy) for breakfast bc i can :) any who, enjoy lovelies <3

“oh my, y/n! you’ve grown up so well! just like your sister!”

“oh! i’m sorry i’ve almost mistaken you for your sister! y/n is your name, correct?”

“y/n, darling, you are looking so dashing! you really do resemble your sister, don’t you?”

“ah, you must be y/n! i’ve heard all about you and your sister from your father!”

you swear that your reddening cheeks are threatening to fall off any moment now from all the fake smiling. the hundreds of superficial compliments, the insincere flattery and the need for these people to constantly compare you to your godforsaken sister makes you feel even weaker than you are. it gets harder and harder to keep up with a big persona that isn’t at all you. as lucky as you are to live such a lavish lifestyle, you can’t help but hate how your family has to be so perfect. you hate how you have never fit in with them, even if you are so good at faking it. you hate how you have always been stuck in your sister’s shadow, constantly haunted with the reminder that you yourself aren’t good enough. you hate how you now have to entertain the rich and brainless guests at your parent’s gala because she’s gone for some stupid prodigy competition and everyone is only talking about her in front of your face. so what if she’s better the better sister? you still have the right to earn respect, right?

you’re exhausted from all the small talk. your facade gets more brittle by the second under all the pressure. your body feels as if it's gonna give out due to your brain shutting down after all that interacting. you try to keep on going with the night as it unravels itself by being the perfectly poised poster child, trying to make your parents proud. but alive yet almost completely devoid, you decide enough was enough. what if you left right now? no one would notice, would they?

after pulling up your phone discreetly to send a few text messages, you pass through lots of people dressed in gold and finery in a way that wouldn’t have you noticed right away. keep your head down and don’t you dare make eye contact with anyone. nearing the end of the room, grabbing the first glass of whatever alcohol you see and downing it in one gulp, you start walking away as quickly as possible from the ballroom. “ignorant privileged fucks,” you angrily whisper to no one in particular, setting the now empty glass on whatever surface and begin to head to the main exit where no one could spot you running away.

“and what do you think you’re doing here, miss?”

a voice interrupts you, looking up you see that it is your father’s head butler; johnny. he is dressed in a simple black suit that makes him appear taller than he is. his long brown hair is slicked back and his bowtie seems brand new. you have known the man since he started working in your household less than ten years back. you were a reckless child, often trying to find ways to sneak out, finding a way to escape from this life and he sympathized with you. after all, he could barely imagine living your life, never catching a break for yourself and always pretending to be someone you weren’t. he often helped planning when you would sneak out into the night, scheduling things like what time you should leave and what time you should be back, more specifically a time when no one would notice. he would take care of your form of transportation and have your location on at all times, just to be extra safe. as much as he wants you to have fun and have a bit of freedom, he still worries that something might happen to you. because of all this, you two have grown to have a very strong bond. you could confidently say that he is most definitely a parental figure in your life since your parents (and even your sister) are often overseas for work.

“what do you think i’m doing? you think i wanna be in a room with those half-baked bipeds? fuck no!”

“i know, i was just joking. you looked like you were about to explode in there, i wish i could help.” he laughs, pulling out his phone preparing what you might need. “so what will it be for today? the driver? we just need to pay him to keep his mouth shut. a taxi? it’s cheaper than paying the driver, but you still need to pay… not like that’s a problem for you though. maybe an uber would be good enough—“

“actually, i got myself covered. thanks.”

his jaw slightly drops and his eyebrows furrow. he looks straight at you in shock. “what do you mean you got yourself covered?”

you look down at your feet, a nervous habit. “i got myself a ride, you don’t need to help me. i’ll be back as soon as dawn comes.”

he raises his eyebrow. “who’s your ride?”

“doesn’t matter,” you glance down at your phone seeing a notification and wave a goodbye, leaving rather suddenly. “i gotta go, i’ll text you when you need to open the gates!”

“y/n! wait! who’s your ride— and she’s gone.” johnny sighs, watching as you run towards the front gates, tossing your stiletto heels away on the grass while you’re at it. he heads back inside, silently hoping you’ll be fine.

knocking the window of the old black mustang parked outside behind the big bushes, the driver rolls down his window and sends the most charming smile.

yuta in his black beanie, long blonde hair, worn out doc martens, signature leather jacket and black skinny jeans. it almost makes you laugh on how he wears the same thing almost everyday but still manages to look so good.

he is most notable for having a big bad boy reputation and you knew that he was the breath of fresh air you needed in your life. a person who can understand having the pressure of having to be or to fulfill your persona. a person you can completely be yourself around. a person who is full of warmth no matter how cold he may seem on the outside.

“get in, princess.”

and that was all you needed. you tiredly walked to the other door and sat yourself in the car. rolling his window back up, he looks at you. you are wearing a simple yet stunning black dress along with silver jewelry adorned on your neck and wrists. your makeup is perfectly done but still struggles to hide the fog in your eyes. he has the sudden urge to clear them away. he softens at the sight of you. no one is perfect, but he finds you being perfect enough without ever having to dress up.

“where to?” he asks as gently as he could. he knows that you are most vulnerable during these moments and that it is hard to finally break down your walls after a day full of stress, so he doesn’t pry immediately. all he wants to do is to keep you here, safe and away from your burdens and for you to stay comfortable with him, even if it couldn't be for long. but is that too selfish of him to ask? he hates how you hate your life and it is taking every bone in his body to not run away with you. but who is he to tell you what to do or what to change anyway? all he can do for now is try to find a way to make you genuinely smile.

“take me anywhere,” you whisper to the latter. “i just want to be as far from myself and my life as possible. miles away or the nearest convenience store, just take the long way home before dawn.”

you look down at the cup holders, spotting an open cigarette box. you tug one out of the nineteen and light it with the lighter you kept in your pocket. you lean back and close your eyes. he only admires as you bring the cigarette to your lips, exhaling a cloud of smoke afterwards. letting the radio play quietly, he starts the car and begins to drive away from the mansion. he can’t help but wonder how you (an elegant daughter) and him (a bad boy) are millions of worlds apart, but more similar than you think.

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stxphxn-strange · 3 years

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i found the one, he changed my life (what now?) [i’d love it if we made it, pt. 3]

a/n: holy SHIT i am so happy about the way this turned out, this continues the story of college AU!tony dealing with his ex and the pressure he puts on himself to be honest with his friends. (title from “what now” by rihanna) TW: discussion of abusive relationships, mention of surgery, unhealthy/stalking behaviors, and i think that’s it but pls lmk if there’s anything else i should tag

summary: “He’s obsessed with you [...] I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky elaborated, leaving Anthony at a loss for words.

“It’s a nice day, seasonal allergies aside,” Anthony remarked.

“I would put flowers in your hair and be all cute and shit but I’m trying not to make you sneeze,” Stephen replied. “That would be unfortunate.”

Anthony laughed lightly and rested his head on Stephen’s shoulder. “You can still pet my head though, that would be nice.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re terrible at subtlety?” Stephen asked, beginning to play with Anthony’s hair.

“I think you did this morning,” Anthony replied. “Because you’re obnoxious.”

“Isn’t that why you love me?” Stephen teased, batting his eyelashes.

“It’s one of many reasons,” Anthony said, a soft smile on his face. “It is really nice out though.”

“Listen I know I’m always on time, but can we make an exception today?” Christine sat across from the couple, her auburn hair made extra bright by the sunlight as she pulled it out of her face. “Sorry I’m late.”

“The way that you’re literally not sorry at all makes that apology for me,” Stephen said. “Don’t worry about it though, we’ve just been hanging out. Where’s Hope?”

“Inside, for some reason,” Christine replied with a shrug.

“Probably because it’s allergy season,” Anthony commented, rolling his eyes as he sneezed again.

“He complains, despite begging me to sit outside with him,” Stephen added.

“That doesn’t sound like me, but go off I guess,” Anthony replied, picking up his phone. “Hey Rhodey, what’s up?”

“Are you running errands by chance?” Rhodey asked.

“Nope, I’m sitting outside with Steph and Christine,” Anthony said. “Why, do you need something?”

“I was just going to ask if I could send you a short list of things I wanted. Not a big deal but I’m out of cereal,” Rhodey replied.

“Text it to me anyway, I don’t think I’m going out but if I do I’ll get whatever you want,” Anthony said with a shrug.

“You’re the best Tones. By the way are you feeling better?” Rhodey asked.

“A little bit. It’s nice just sitting outside,” Anthony replied. “I dunno. I’m not thinking about it.”

“Fair enough. Enjoy the fresh air, don’t worry about the cereal though! See you later.”

“Bye Rhodey, everyone say bye!”

Christine and Stephen shouted their goodbyes as Anthony ended the call.

“You good?” Christine asked kindly.

“Yeah, sorta.” Anthony shrugged again. “I just didn’t sleep a lot last night, so that wasn’t fun. I’ve been stressed out about… things. Turns out it actually is weird to have one of your friends dating your ex.”

Christine hummed. “Tea. I thought there was something bothering you, like more than just the awkwardness. I can read you well enough by now. So what’s wrong?”

“Honestly I don’t want to tell you this exact minute because I feel like the only person who should hear this privately is Bucky. I’ll have to see how I feel after I talk with him, and if I’m okay then I’ll probably tell everyone in the group all at once. I just don’t want to repeat the same story over and over again, that’s going to wear me down,” Anthony replied. “I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh my god dude that’s fine! No stress,” Christine rushed to assure him. “You just seem sad and I want to help but I also don’t want you to make yourself feel worse, that’s not fair to you.”

Anthony breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks Christine.”

“Don’t worry about it!” Christine said.

Anthony sneezed again, not seeing the need to reply beyond that. There was just nothing else to say.

“Let’s go inside,” Stephen suggested. “It’s getting kinda gross out anyway.”

“Oh sorry, that’s because I’m out here. I’ll leave.” Anthony jokingly moved to stand up, laughing raucously when Stephen pulled him into a hug before he even stood.

“Nooo, you’re good! You stay,” Stephen replied. “The sun is out because you’re here.”

Anthony blushed and buried his head against Stephen’s collarbone. “Oh hush.”

Christine stood up. “I may as well go inside while you two idiots keep flirting, now my allergies are acting up.”

“You’re not allergic to pollen,” Stephen remarked, standing up and offering Anthony his hand.

“I’m not allergic to most things, but I’m allergic to your bullshit,” Christine quipped. “I feel like I tell you that at least once a week.”

Anthony laughed and stood up, smiling as he wrapped his arms around Stephen’s waist.

“In all seriousness, you’re cute together,” Christine continued.

“Oh we know,” Anthony said. “How was your day Christine?”

The trio headed inside as Christine thought about how to answer.

“Honestly I don’t think anything even happened today.” she finally said. “Hope and I had breakfast together and I quite literally ran into Carol in the library. It was nice to catch up with her though because I feel like I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Now that I think about it, I also feel like I haven’t seen Carol in a long time,” Stephen said.

“We didn’t talk for too long since we were in the library, but she seems good,” Christine replied. “I think she and Val are still unpacking so they’ve been focused on that, y’know?”

“Makes sense. Props to them for moving in the middle of the year, that’s too much for me. That’s why I’m making everyone wait until the summer,” Anthony said.

“You’re not making anyone wait, you’re just making sense,” Stephen corrected him. “Moving is stressful enough, I don’t want to deal with it during exam season and neither does anyone else.”

“Can I plan your housewarming party?” Christine asked, opening the apartment door.

“Who said anything about a housewarming party?” Anthony replied.

“Wong said I could throw one once you’re all moved in,” Christine explained. “We don’t have a contract in writing yet, but that’s because—”

“Because I never said you could throw us a party!” Wong shouted from the living room. He was sitting in his usual armchair by the window, half paying attention to whatever show Bucky and an all too familiar blond were watching. “Also Bucky is here again, and he brought a friend.”

“Boyfriend,” Bucky chimed in. “We’re going to dinner soon, I just left my jacket here the other day and then I decided I’d introduce Steve to you guys. So yeah, this is my boyfriend Steve. Steve, this is Christine, Stephen, and I think you know Tony. I heard there’s a history there or something.”

Bucky was trying his best to prematurely make the best of an awkward situation, but Steve was the only one who found any humor in what he said.

The offending blond laughed and nodded, his expression unreadable in a way that made Anthony freeze. He was looking with condescension at their entwined hands, like he didn’t approve of Stephen and Anthony finally being together. With an arrogant sniff, he got off his high horse long enough to respond. “I know him and Stephen, actually. You both look good.”

“Thanks,” Stephen replied, his teeth bared in a forced, blatantly hostile grin.

Anthony rubbed at his eyes, tearing up from the situation and his allergies. “Yeah good to see you too, if you’ll excuse me I need to take some allergy medication.” He couldn’t run and hide in the bathroom fast enough, and he knew everyone in the room could see him trembling.

Stephen let his genuine emotion break through his façade for a moment, frowning as he watched Anthony retreat. His steely look of disapproval returned a minute later as he sat down in the kitchen, eavesdropping on the group’s conversation.

“Mind if I get some water? I didn’t get to hydrate as much today,” Steve asked.

Stephen, pretending to be busy, glared at his phone like he was reading a poorly worded email. He paid little attention to the blond as he bumbled around the kitchen, following Wong’s directions on where to find cups and the Brita and other shit.

“So you’ve finally come back to the city, hm? Tony used to tell me about how you both grew up here and how New York never left you,” Steve asked Stephen. He was making an extremely poor attempt to sound friendly, but all he did was make the med student extremely uncomfortable.

Stephen gave a forced laugh. “Yeah, they couldn’t keep me away.”

“Seems like you couldn’t keep yourself away from Tony either, not with the amount of times he cheated on me with you,” Steve remarked.

“Listen, we both know that’s not true and I barely want to give you the time of day. You know damn well he never cheated on you and I don’t have to justify myself to you. After all, you were the cheater. If you think I’m just going to roll over in my own apartment and let you run your mouth like that, especially knowing how badly you treated my Anthony, then you’ve got another thing coming,” Stephen snapped. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Clearly anyone who thinks I’m aggressive and controlling hasn’t met you,” Steve said, closing the fridge and leaving Stephen fuming in the kitchen.

After 15 minutes of ignoring some small talk, Stephen had had enough. Anthony was still hiding somewhere and Stephen was just over Steve being in his apartment. He was trying not to be too angry, because Bucky didn’t know about how Steve and Anthony’s breakup or relationship went. Stephen couldn’t, and didn’t, blame him.

But Steve was a coward and a jerk, and Stephen wouldn’t touch him with an 11 foot pole. Stephen wouldn’t even get close to him to shove him headfirst out the door, actually.

“I’m gonna be in my room studying if you guys need anything, enjoy your dinner Bucky!” He said, waving at his friends in the living room and pointedly ignoring Steve.

“Thanks man! If you want to hang out later, maybe on a double date or something—”

“Oh I’d love that!” Steve chimed in, unprovoked and uninvited.

“Depends on what Ant’s doing, I know I’m pretty busy tonight but if he wants to go out then we’ll let you know,” Stephen said firmly. He heard the bathroom door open behind him and Anthony’s light footsteps in the hall.

“I think I’ll just run to the bathroom before we leave, if that’s alright?” Steve asked.

“Are you asking me?” Stephen replied, ignoring him and heading in the direction of his bedroom. “Don’t you dare patronize me.”

Anthony was standing nervously outside Stephen’s room, staring at the floor. He looked horrified and meek, pressing his back against the wall and hoping he’d disappear out of Steve’s gaze.

But of course he wasn’t that lucky. Sometimes it felt like he’d never truly get away from the way Steve used to look at him and was apparently still looking at him.

Anthony looked up as Stephen gently tapped his shoulder. “Hey… you alright?”

He forced himself to nod, tears still pooling in his eyes from either anxiety or allergies. Maybe both. “Yeah, I guess. It’s just—”

“Oh there you are Tony! Bucky and I are leaving, so I thought I’d say goodbye,” Steve said, lingering in the doorway to the bathroom. “Maybe we could go for a double date later? If you’re allowed to, that is. I always said Strange was a controlling downgrade, didn’t I?”

“Good thing I never listened when you said that, because I’m much happier now,” Anthony muttered.

“Aww, don’t be a bad sport! It’ll be just like the glory days.” Steve appeared to be ignoring his current relationship to flirt with Anthony, stepping out of the doorway and leaning closer (read: too close for comfort) to him.

“I don’t know about that,” Anthony said, his voice taut. “I wouldn’t want to be around you for much longer. Seeing you is already making me think about our… could you call it a relationship?”

“You’re so funny Tony, just as funny as I remember.” Steve sounded like a content house cat as he quite literally purred at Tony. “I miss that humor. I just miss you.”

“I can’t say the feeling is mutual.”

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“Not to state the obvious, but I hate that guy,” Stephen muttered, storming into the kitchen a few hours later.

“Is Ant okay?” Wong hadn’t moved from his seat in the living room, except for the fact that he was laying across the armchair sideways and there were three more mystery novels next to him.

“He’s sleeping. Even before all of that shit went down,” Stephen began, gesturing to the air in front of him, “We were outside for long enough that even if he won’t admit it, his allergies are bothering him.”

“How long were you outside for before I came to sit with you guys?” Christine asked.

“Maybe 90 minutes? Long enough to be considered too long,” Stephen replied. “It doesn’t matter. Did you guys eat yet?”

“No, we were waiting on you and Pepper. She said she’d be back by 7,” Christine said.

“What do you want? I’m open to suggestions,” Stephen asked. “I kinda want to make pasta but I know I’m not good enough at it so it wouldn’t make Anthony happy.”

“Don’t be stupid, Stephen. It absolutely would, and you know that,” Christine scolded him. “Do whatever you feel like! And I think pasta sounds nice.”

Stephen nodded. “Fair enough. I’m making ravioli and none of you can stop me. We deserve it.”

“Oh no Stephen don’t do that, don’t make something that you like to cook and that we all like to eat,” Wong teased. “Christine, he’s too powerful, we have to stop him.”

Stephen humorously rolled his eyes. “Anthony is the one who gave me a good recipe, so technically we all have him to thank for enabling me. Except not right now. Let him sleep.”

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“Oh by the way, I told Bucky that I’d get coffee with him later and we’re going to talk about whatever the hell happened this weekend,” Anthony said. “Do you want me to bring you back anything while I’m out?”

“Hmm… I don’t think so.” Stephen drew a heart on the back of Anthony’s hand with his thumb, something he noticed himself doing a lot.

Anthony always rewarded him for the gesture with the smallest, shyest smile that Stephen thought was the most adorable thing ever. “Text me if you change your mind, yeah?”

“Okay, I will.” Stephen smiled back at him, lovingly brushing Anthony’s hair out of his face. “Also if I send you a list will you help me decide on a movie for tonight?”

“Not sure you’re asking the right person, but sure,” Anthony replied.

“That’s subjective. I think I’m asking the right person,” Stephen said. “You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“I hope I never do.” Anthony pressed a soft, sweet kiss to Stephen’s lips. “But knowing you, you’ll definitely change your mind about wanting a tea or something.”

“If I do, I’ll tell you,” Stephen replied, smiling into the kiss. “Promise. Have a good day, and good luck later.”

“I think I’m going to need it,” Anthony said with a little nervous laugh.

“Would a kiss help your luck?” Stephen couldn’t keep a neutral face. “I never imagined myself saying that. Or getting to kiss you.”

“Stop it, don’t make me blush this early in the day,” Anthony replied. “In all seriousness, I love you. And your kisses are magical, who’s to say they aren’t lucky?”

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Anthony couldn’t say whether or not he felt lucky later that day, because the only thing he felt was nervous. Bucky looked just as nervous and sheepish as Anthony did, and his internal monologue had already switched to guilt. They exchanged small talk and pleasantries while they waited for their coffee, their mutual discomfort becoming more and more tangible by the minute.

Most people joked that Anthony talked to hear the sound of his own voice, but today he was so nervous he couldn’t hear himself think. He didn’t know what to say or even where to start. Thankfully, Bucky blurted out a question before Anthony thought about how to start the conversation.

“How long were you two together?”

“Two and a half years, give or take. And I didn’t cheat on him with Stephen.”

“I didn’t think so. I wasn’t even going to ask about that.” Bucky smiled, trying to somehow calm Anthony down with his expression. “Who broke it off?”

“Me. Sometimes I feel like I did it a lot later than I should have, honestly.” Anthony shrugged. “I wasn’t ever happy in that relationship. I wanted to be, and I did everything I could to make it work even at my own expense, but eventually I had to end it. I’m happier now, but sometimes I still… I shouldn’t say any of this to you, not if you’re happy.”

“You know what bothers me, though?”

Anthony wasn’t expecting that. “What’s up?”

“I don’t think he’s over you. And that doesn’t bother me in a jealous sense, I’m not like that, but I feel almost used. Especially after this weekend,” Bucky said.

“What do you mean?” That worried Anthony for a lot of reasons, and he couldn’t decide which one was the most important.

“Tony, he's obsessed with you. The entire time we were driving Sunday night he wouldn’t stop talking about you, to the point where it was weird. I started to feel like he used me to see you,” Bucky replied. “One time I showed him a group picture, this was like six months ago, from that time we went out ice skating and ever since then he’s been pestering me about you. I don’t even think it has anything to do with me, if that makes sense.”

“I’m not following,” Anthony admitted. “Not entirely, anyway.”

“I think he loves me, I feel certain that he loves me. But he feels some kind of way about you, and it’s creepy,” Bucky said. “Now as I said it’s not jealousy, I just think it’s a bit disturbing that he’s so hung up on you.”

Anthony nodded slowly. “Yeah, I don’t like that. He didn’t want me to dump him but I had to, there’s no two ways about it. What happened Sunday?”

“We had a disagreement. I told him I felt used and he wasn’t happy about that, but he didn’t deny it either,” Bucky replied. “I was hoping he’d drop the whole thing but I don’t think he’s going to. I don’t think he’s going to ever get over you, honestly.”

“Damn. I’m sorry you had to deal with all of that.” Anthony nervously ran a hand through his hair, fighting the urge to pull at it. “Um… yeah I don’t really know what to think or what to say.”

“Neither do I,” Bucky admitted. “I really want to try things out with him and see how they continue, but I also don’t think he’s going to change. Now that he’s actually seen you, I feel like it’s only going to be more awkward.”

“Oh about that, I’m sorry I didn’t want to go out the other day,” Anthony said. “I was going to try and make myself power through it, but… just being around him for however long you guys were in the apartment was way too much. I got really anxious and just hid in Stephen’s room. And then, on an unrelated note, I ended up sleeping for 14 hours or something.”

“I’m sorry if I was forceful. I didn’t know how to subtly ask if he was making you uncomfortable in the moment, but I could see it,” Bucky replied. “I don’t blame you.”

Anthony shrugged. “Dude I’m at a loss, generally speaking. I don’t know what to say about everything you just told me, but honestly I’m feeling a little sick.”

“Are you going to see Stephen? I’m meeting Christine, so if you want I’ll walk with you,” Bucky offered.

Anthony nodded. “Sure.”

“I really am sorry, Tony. For everything this weekend, and if something I said upset you after your wisdom tooth surgery,” Bucky said.

“It’s not your fault. I’ve been stressing about how to tell everyone about that relationship for too long and the way I felt when I woke up just reminded me of something I still don’t really want to talk about,” Anthony replied. “There’s a lot I’m holding back, even from you, but I’m just not ready to go into all of that yet.”

“I won’t be upset if you tell me,” Bucky tried to comfort him.

“It’s less about that and more the fact that I don’t want to even think about it. I don’t want to think about him,” Anthony said. “I don’t want to hear his voice, or see him, or even hear about him, if I’m being honest. And I feel bad, because I know you love him, but—”

“But you’re my friend, and I care about you. Plus you’re way too polite to be direct when something or someone upsets you and I think that does more harm than good. You just end up keeping everything to yourself, and you don’t have to,” Bucky interrupted. “You don’t have to be a closed book all the time.”

Anthony smiled at that. “Stephen’s said that to me before. I don’t know why, but I like that phrasing. I’m not one to open up in general, even though I trust everyone in our friend group, but this feels like it’s too much to get into the open right now. Someday I’ll be ready, but not today. It doesn’t help that this weekend was honestly too soon.”

“That’s fair man,” Bucky replied. “I don’t have to tell you that Stephen loves the shit out of you, and you deserve that.”

“I could go on and on about Steph probably endlessly,” Anthony said, hiding his face as he blushed.

“Everyone knows that, even people who have never met either of you know that!” Bucky teased. “But honestly, are you okay?”

Anthony shrugged. “Yes and no. I just need time.”

“I understand. And I am really, really sorry about this weekend,” Bucky replied. “Forgive me?”

Anthony shook his head. “Do I need to? It’s not your fault.”

“I know it’s not, but still… I’m sorry. I hope that means something, at least.”

tags: @stark-strange-love2 @taruyison @chocopiggy @majesticnerdynerd @spooky-n-spunky @merlynthedisasterchild @kitkatfat15 @maya-custodios-dionach @katninjagirl97

#tony stark #stephen strange #ironstrange #my ironstrange college au #protective stephen strange #james rhodey rhodes #wong #protective Bucky #james bucky barnes #christine palmer #implied christine/hope #implied valcarol #not steve rogers friendly #implied anti stony #implied anti stucky #ok off to dream about part 4

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100 Followers Special

(And how to participate) you don't need to be a follower to vote ack

~yostresswritinggirl

Hello AGAIN, with your back to back followers special! Exiled here, very tired, as I just closed the requests box for our 50 followers special. I asked for some recommendations and no one helped me so this is what I came up with!

Granted, it's nothing that special, I literally just dumped my notes into this so—

Please make sure to follow the guidelines and read this thoroughly to properly participate!

1. You will be given a long list of fic prompts specific to a character that I've come up with for weeks on end, please don't steal, as I will remove them after this event is done!

2. Voting! You now have the power to influence my writing schedule haha- what you need to do: is to pick three prompts from the list and send it to me; either through reblog tag, a reply, or in my ask box (not anon so we can count fairly, will not publish these answers tho so worry not)! Not in messages tho! It should be in this format:

1. Character - prompt or prompt title

2. Character - prompt or prompt title

3. Character - prompt or prompt title

example:

1. Albedo - Citrinitas

2. Zhongli - Braid

3. Xingqui - Author!Reader

The top three most voted prompt and character will be the next fics I'll publish after I'm done with the current reqs. Speaking of: Voting ends when I finish the current reqs. You'll know it's done once the counter in my blog desc reaches 12/12.

3. In addition to the three prompts, you also get to add your own prompt to it! My prompts list does not include ALL the characters that's why I wanted to give you this option too! Add a fourth number and specify a character, a prompt/idea, and the format of the fic! Format it this way:

4. Character - Prompt/Idea (Format)

4. Kaeya - What's under that eyepatch? (Scenario)

After I pooled the answers, I'll randomly pick between the bonus answers and write them last! So give it your best shot!

4. Tags-list! I thought this would be necessary for this kind of a whim special, so if you wanna be tagged, just put Tag Me! at the end of your vote. Please make sure that you're actually able to be tagged because I just tried and some users are not in my orbit huhu, look here

5. If a pocket watch/series prompt gets chosen, I will only post the first chapter, not the whole damn fic pls. Have mercy,,,

I will post a counter of the top three in my blog description and will be updated as frequently as possible. Any questions, please direct to this post or my dms <3

Without further ado, here is your choice list!

Xingqui - "My liege, would you care to accompany me on my reading break? I've picked up a romance novel and it reminded me of us."

-> Author!Reader: You met Xingqui at Wanwen Bookhouse when delivering a batch of your newly-published book. But as a ghost writer, no one knew it was you that authored such books. Safe to say it was cute watching the noble bookworm fanboy about you in front of you. [FLUFF] [FIC]

-> Headcanons with a reader older than Xingqui who's a close family friend of the Feiyun Commerce Guild. Fascinated after meeting you in a party, the noble boy aspires to become the best man for you despite the difference, promising to be the best suitable partner for you in the future. [FLUFF] [HEADCANON SCENARIO]

Childe - "Hey there, comrade! What a coincidence that we had a break at the same time, care to accompany me for a walk? I promise I won’t lead you to a fight haha... hey, don’t look at me like that!”

-> Antinomy - The 10th Harbinger (You) and the little shit they had to mentor (Childe), this fic enumerates the trials of the 11th before he became a Harbinger under your care. From strangers to mentor to friends to love- Childe made a grave mistake, now you’re once again strangers. [FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

Albedo - "Ah, it's you. I've heard of fleeting rumors that you've been pestering a certain someone just to see me. Next time, just come directly to me, I wouldn't mind the assertiveness."

-> Refer to these three as well: Albedo Fic Ideas [FLUFF/FLANGST/FLANGST] [ONESHOT/ONESHOT/SERIES]

-> “You’re Enough”: A year into being the new Chief Alchemist of Mond, Albedo finds himself holed up in his room in the dead of night, haunted as he continuously comes out empty on his research to bring his master back, feeling inadequate. So you reminded him of what he’s capable of. [FLUFF?] [ONESHOT INSPIRED BY You Are Enough - Sleeping At Last]

-> Under the Artificial Sky: Michaelangelo Scenario focused on Albedo’s sketching aspect. Grand Master Varka and Acting Grand Master Jean figured Albedo needed a break and a change of scenery, and sent him off under the guise of a commission in Liyue. What he didn’t expect was another artist from Fontaine accompanying him in this big project.(Albedo and Reader are tasked to paint the new Jade Chamber within 7 days) [FLUFF] [SERIES - 7 CHAPTERS]

-> Albedo SMUT: I had this idea while laying wide awake at 3 AM. The alchemist had been trying all remedies to shake off the stress and fatigue in his system and they all seemed to fail, no amount of sketching or discoveries can pull him away from it. So when you offered a solution he hasn’t heard, he’d jump at it immediately. “You know, some people say having intercourse with someone is a good stress-reliever.” “Intercourse? If it’s true, then please, I wish to have intercourse with you.” “Wha- wait Albedo, do you not know what that is? It’s only done between lovers!” “Convenient, I love you, anything else?” (Two virgin dumbasses do the thing to relieve stress) [SMUT] [ONESHOT]

Xiao - “I’ve taken care of every threat around this area, you can relax now, I made sure of that.”

-> What is it with you and Qingxin flowers? The Traveler had once heard of Xiao’s affinity for Qingxin flowers, and they’re flying companion boldly asked this lingering question to the adepti himself. His pupils dilate and sharpen before Paimon could finish her sentence. (An origin story about his favorite flower, and his favorite person) [SLIGHT FLANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Just how harmful is adeptal energy to normal humans? You both found out in the worst way possible: silently, deadly. (Slight spoiler: you fucking die) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> Nightmares Taste Horrible: He’s seen that look in your eyes and the ancient soul within it; you’ve lived long ago, and the only thing your soul carried now was the nightmares of a macabre timeline. Was it him or was it demons that brought you that fear? No matter, he’ll protect you even from yourself. (eating the nightmare of a dead soul reincarnated to you) [FLANGST?] [ONESHOT]

-> Go for the throat: The seal that marked you had made it all too late for him to remedy. Bleeding eyes, growing fangs, it’s just another demon to vanquish just like he’s done for centuries. What makes it different was it was sealed in you. (Inspired from Melanie Martinez’s song uhu) [ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Zhongli - “Mortals are capable creatures that evolve and adapt for means of survival, but they advance in ways that changes the world around them. This retirement, may be harder to me than it is to them.”

-> “In human history, there’s a certain noble and powerful connotation to rulers who braid their hair.” Convince to braid his hair using some historical braid trivia; that long hair behind his back should not be ignored for any longer. [PURE FLUFF] [DRABBLE]

-> History has its eyes on you: A traveling theatre hailing from the land of entertainment finds its way to Liyue for their last caravan. A certain Geo Vision man seems to resonate with your newest script: fighting and protecting your land, building up its nation, before being forced to let go of it. He resonates maybe a little too much. (Musical!Reader with heavy references to Hamilton hehe) [FLUFF] [ONESHOT]

Venti - "Can you hear the symphonies of the wind as it sings to you? That's me, guiding you and protecting you! Whenever you hear it, know that you're safe and sound under my protection!"

-> the one the bard once loved: like actual bard, you are the archer or smth, loved by Venti and Barbatos. Yandere!Barbatos undertones, very unhealthy relationship. This hurts the kokoro. [PURE ANGST] [ONESHOT]

-> The Caravan: (related to the Zhongli and Musical!Reader up there) Your caravan stops at Mondstadt for a whole week before it reaches its final destination. This new fanfare pulled in a peculiar bard who now wants to tag along for the fun of it. "I have no more responsibilities in this free land!" Just what kind of responsibilities does a broke bard have in the first place? [FLUFF] [ONESHOT/HEADCANON]

Diluc - "You look weary, and you still managed to pull yourself here. Here, a fresh and cold glass, on the house. A relieved smile should be enough payment."

-> Abandoned by The Altar: A timeline oriented story focused on your once perfect childhood relationship as Diluc's bride to be, soon becoming estranged after the death of his father and his neglect. You only wish now that he looks at you the same way he did when you heard you were supposed to be together forever when you were young. [FLANFF] (The ending gets better pls; Inspired by Still Into You - Paramore) [ONESHOT]

-> There are No Laws Against Homelessness in Mondstadt: My favorite title out of all of this ahahhaa- who says adventurers can't be broke? You're the living embodiment of that. (Good boi Diluc with a broke ass reader) [FLUFF] (Warning: homelessness) [ONESHOT]

Scaramouche - "Let's go already, the sun is setting and we're nowhere near our destination. If you wanted to linger just to spend more time with me, I would have indulged you behind closed doors anyways."

-> Scaramouche Finally Does the Fandango: Have you ever wondered how Scaramouche is like working with other people? His first assignment was to accompany you in your main region and he sees you in your natural habitat, entranced. [I dunno how to tag this, NORMAL?] [ONESHOT/SHORT]

-> Skincare bitch, how I headcanon Scaramouche as someone actually conscious and always tending to their skin. Look at that smooth skin, cute cheeks, let me pinch, eyeliner glory— In which case, that hat has more purpose than being a frisbee. (May or may not include reader. (based from a reblog convo with chels-void) [GOOD VIBES] [HEADCANONS]

-> Once Supreme: Before Scaramouche, there was someone else higher than him. Before Balladeer there was just a young man fighting for his beliefs and her Majesty. Before Mondstadt, his smile wasn't just for deception. "Someday, someone would take advantage of that smile, Scaramouche. It's not appropriate in this work environment." The day you break a man. (Harbinger!Reader again, and lots of HCs for Scaramouche, same format as Antinomy) [I also do not know how to call this, eventual ANGST] [ONESHOT]

Kaeya - "What are you doing out here in the dead of night? Citizens like you should be cozied up in bed and leaving the patrols to us Knights. Come, I'll accompany you back home."

-> Honey Whiskey: A mysterious band of dancers from Sumeru visits Mondstadt and its taverns to offer a night of alluring dances. What was supposed to be a night of drinking for Kaeya and his troops ended up becoming a tipsy surprise mission when the main dancer steps down from the stage— and ignores him?! How scandalous! (Slightly suggestive themes/You're a bad guy) [COOL?] [ONESHOT] [slightly inspired by song with the same name]

General:

-> A Musical!Reader but with a scenario with every other character, most probably headcanons master post.

-> Genshin Food prompts: From that one post, I ended up making a whole storyline of oneshots related to their special dishes. Oneshots connected to a bigger picture. By impulse you've ended up leaving your normal life behind to pursue your cooking career, starting from Mondstadt, to learn all the cuisines to establish the first ever international restaurant. With the implications of magic and peculiar customers, your simple dream turns into a harder goal. [GOOD SHIT] [SERIES] [CANON-COMPLIANT]

-> God of Time!Reader that hails from Fontaine. Do you wish to know more about their origins and their purpose in this world? [CANON-COMPLIANT] [HEADCANONS] (General since it deals with all the characters/interactions)

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hey so my current health teachers mental health cirriculum sucks (i cant spell) so i made a list of most mental health disorders w info on each one. i plan on sending it to her but first i wanna check: is there any edits i should make? is there any misinformation or things i left out? pls let me know!! (paper below the cut):

Mental Health Disorders

Mental health disorders are a range of disorders that alter one's way of thinking, functioning, moods, and behavior. These disorders are often stigmatized but education about definitions and breaking down common misconceptions can help break the stigma. Breaking the stigma can help individuals get help while struggling with any of these disorders.

Trigger Warning for in-depth discussion of mental illness

Depression

Depression is a mental health disorder characterized through constant feeling of sadness, hopelessness, and general loss of interest in hobbies. These feelings impact your day to day life.

Types of depression include:

Major Depression/MDD (Major Depressive Disorder)- The technical term used by health professionals to describe the most common form of depression.

Manic Depression [Bipolar Disorder]- Bipolar Disorder was previously known as manic depression, and the term manic depression is outdated. The term “Bipolar disorder” was released in the DMS-3.

Seasonal Depression/SAD (Seasonal Affective Disorder)- A mood disorder with a seasonal pattern. The cause is believed to be due to the variation of light exposure in different seasons. Depression in winter is the most common form of SAD.

Psychotic Depression- A disconnect from reality due to a depressive condition, which can involve hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, etc.

Anxiety

GAD or Generalized Anxiety Disorder is a disorder in which a person exhibits excessive anxiety most days, for at least 6 months, about a variety of things. This worrying impairs daily functioning. Anxiety can be related to a plethora of things such as health, social interactions, work/school, etc.

Types of anxiety include:

Panic Disorder- A type of anxiety disorder in which a person has recurring panic attacks. A panic attack are periods of extreme anxiety, often including increased heart rate, sweating, nausea, and other physical reactions.

Social Anxiety- Anxiety towards social or performance situations. People with social anxiety worry about how others will perceive them or their actions, which often causes them to avoid social situations.

Separation Anxiety Disorder- A disorder commonly seen in children (while still possible to occur in adulthood) in which an individual has anxiety about being separated from people they have an attachment towards.

PTSD

A type of anxiety disorder caused by experiencing, or witnessing a traumatic event. PTSD stands for “post-traumatic stress disorder.” In the World Wars it was known as “shell shock” and “combat fatigue” among the soldiers. Can be caused by a variety of things, such as war, death of a loved one, violence, abuse of any kind, natural disasters, car accidents, etc. Not everyone who goes through something traumatic develops PTSD though, as everyone’s brain works and processes things differently. PTSD includes symptoms of nightmares, flashbacks, body memories, etc.

C-PTSD or “Complex-PTSD” is a specific type of PTSD. This disorder occurs when trauma is long-lasting and repeating.

Eating Disorders

Eating disorders are a group of disorders characterized by severe and persistent disturbance in eating behaviors as a way to alter one’s weight and/or physical appearance.

Common types of eating disorders include:

Anorexia Nervosa- Individuals who struggle with this disorder often restrict their calorie or food intake, or carefully manage what they eat as a means to lose weight. Some people may also purge through the use of laxatives or self-induced vomiting, may over-exercise, and/or may binge eat. The distinction between “atypical” and “typical” anorexia is harmful and unnecessary as both are dangerous and cause the same amount of psychological as well as medical damage.

Bulimia Nervosa- A disorder in which an individual binge eats, or consumes large amounts of food in a short period of time, followed by purging.

BED (Binge-Eating Disorder)- A person with this disorder consumes large quantities of food in a small period of time, often to the point of discomfort, and experiences negative emotions in regards to it afterwards. These emotions include shame, guilt, or distress.

EDNOS (Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified)- When an individual meets many, but not all, of the diagnostic criteria of anorexia and bulimia.

DID

DID or Dissociative Identity Disorder is a disorder caused by repeated childhood trauma before the age of 7-9, which is when a child’s ego state is supposed to integrate but is unable to do so due to this disorder. It is described as the presence of two or more dissociative identities, or alters, with amnesia between them. People with this disorder are known as “systems” and alters are all individual identities. Previously known as MPD (Multiple Personality Disorder) until 1994, DID affects approximately 1% of the population worldwide.

OSDD (Otherwise Specified Dissociative Disorder), previously known as DDNOS (Dissociative Disorder Not Otherwise Specified) until the DSM-5’s release in 2013, is a disorder therapists may diagnosis when a patient experiences distressing dissociative symptoms that impair daily functioning, but don’t meet the full criteria for another dissociative disorder. OSDD-1 is a dissociative disorder that serves as a catch-all for individuals with symptoms that do not perfectly align with diagnostic criteria for another dissociative disorder.

The two types of OSDD-1 are:

OSDD-1a- A type of dissociative disorder in which alters are present but less distinguished and cannot “front” (take control of the body), but can passively influence one another. Amnesia is also present.

OSDD-1b- Distinct alters are present, can front, but there is no reported amnesia.

Other types of OSDD are:

OSDD-2- Derealization (feeling as though reality, or one’s surroundings aren’t real) without depersonalization (feeling disconnected from one’s body, thoughts, mind, memories, etc).

OSDD-3, OSDD-4, OSDD-5- Similar to DID symptoms, but due to brainwashing, dissociative trace, Ganser syndrome, etc.

OSDD-6- A dissociative disorder in which symptoms are unclear.

Bipolar Disorder

Bipolar disorder is a condition in which extreme mood swings with acute highs and drastic lows occur. This condition was known as manic depression until 1980. A manic episode is when a person with bipolar experiences increased euphoria, motivation, and hyperactivity, a decreased need for sleep, and oftentimes experiences feelings of being “godlike” or invincible. Manic episodes can also lead to impulsive behavior.

There are two types of bipolar disorder:

Bipolar I- At least one manic episode has occurred, with hypomanic and major depressive episodes occurring as well.

Bipolar II- At least one depressive episode and hypomanic episode. but a manic episode has never occurred.

OCD

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is a disorder in which a person gets stuck in a pattern of obsessions and compulsions. Obsessions are intrusive thoughts that trigger negative feelings that are intense and distressing. Compulsions are behaviors that a person with OCD partakes in to control these intrusive thoughts, or manage their distress. OCD is beyond just wanting to be clean or needing everything to be symmetrical- it is an exhausting disorder that negatively impacts one’s daily life.

ADHD

ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder, and is characterized by symptoms of hyperactivity, difficulty paying attention, and impulsivity, all of which impact an individual negatively in two or more settings. ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder) was a term used to describe individuals with symptoms of ADHD minus the hyperactivity, but as of the release of the DSM-5, it is an outdated term.

Body Dysmorphia

This is a mental health disorder in which a person fixates on a flaw in their appearance to the point where it is distressing and may cause a person to avoid social situations. Oftentimes this flaw seems minor, or even nonexistent to others, but to a person with body dysmorphia, it is anxiety-inducing.

Gender Dysphoria

Severe psychological distress due to an incongruence between one’s gender identity and their sex assigned at birth. Seen in lots of transgender individuals, but not all.

Psychotic Disorders

A kind of mental health disorder that impacts one’s mind and mode of thinking. These disorders often cause a disconnect from reality.

Types of psychotic disorders include:

Schizophrenia- A person with schizophrenia experiences changes in behavior, hallucinations, and delusions, all lasting longer than 6 months. These symptoms often affect the person in their daily life or relationships.

Schizoaffective Disorder- Symptoms of both schizophrenia and a mood disorder can be an indicator of schizoaffective disorder.

Delusional Disorder- A disorder in which an individual experiences a delusion (a belief that is held, but false) involving a real-life situation that isn’t true. Examples are: being followed, having a disease, and being plotted against. This delusion must be at least one month long. The five primary types of delusions are: mood or atmosphere, perception, memory, ideas, or awareness.

Personality Disorders

A personality disorder is a type of mental health disorder where an unhealthy pattern of thinking, functioning, and behaving occurs. This causes significant problems in an individual's life.

Types of personality disorders include:

BPD (Borderline Personality Disorder)- A mental health disorder with symptoms of: intense fear of abandonment, a pattern of unstable intense relationships, distorted sense of self/identity, dissociation, impulsive and risky behavior, suicidal threats or threats of self-harm, intense mood swings, inappropriate anger, and chronic emptiness.

ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder)- A disorder identified by patterns of disregarding or violating other’s emotions or wellbeing. A person with ASPD may not conform to societal norms, may lie or manipulate others, or act impulsively.

NPD (Narcissistic Personality Disorder)- A pattern of demands for admiration and/or a lack of empathy for others. A person with this personality disorder may view themselves as superior, expect to be worshipped or treated as above all else, or feel entitled to whatever their heart desires.

Avoidant Personality Disorder- A disorder characterized by being extremely shy, sensitivity to criticism, poor self-esteem, and feeling anxiety towards the way they are perceived.

OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Personality Disorder)- Similar to OCD, as both have obsessions with rituals, habits, and cleanliness, but distinctly different. OCPD is a pattern of absorption in cleanliness, control, perfection, and schedules.

Paranoid Personality Disorder- A disorder in which a person is suspicious of others and their motives, seeing them as evil or bad. A person with this disorder may believe people are out to get them, or hurt them, or lie to them, and may avoid confiding in others due to this paranoia.

Histrionic Personality Disorder- A pattern of attention seeking and strong emotions. A person with this disorder will take extreme measures to be the center of attention, such as alter their appearance or act out.

Schizoid Personality Disorder- A pattern of detachment from social relationships, and difficulty expressing emotion. A person with schizoid personality disorder often chooses to be alone, and doesn’t care what others' views on them are.

Schizotypal Personality Disorder- People with this disorder have a pattern of being uncomfortable in close relationships. have distorted thinking, or eccentric behavior. They may behave in ways that seem strange or believe odd things.

Substance Use Disorder/Drug Addiction

Substance Use Disorder is a disease that impacts a person mentally and physically, and affects nearly 21 million Americans. Drug addiction happens when a person is unable to control their use of a drug due to a variety of reasons, despite the harm it causes.

Conduct Disorder

A serious disorder in which a child/teen displays a pattern of disruptive or violent behavior, and has trouble obeying rules.

SOURCES:

https://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/health/conditionsandtreatments/depression#types-of-depression

https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/anxiety-disorders/

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/ptsd/what-is-ptsd

https://www.verywellmind.com/what-is-complex-ptsd-2797491

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/eating-disorders/what-are-eating-disorders

https://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/learn/by-eating-disorder/anorexia

https://www.healthline.com/health/bulimia-nervosa

https://www.nationaleatingdisorders.org/learn/by-eating-disorder/bed

https://www.dpt.nhs.uk/our-services/eating-disorders/what-is-an-eating-disorder/eating-disorder-symptoms/eating-disorder-not-otherwise-specified-ednos-symptoms

https://www.isst-d.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/03/Fact-Sheet-IV-What-Are-the-Dissociative-Disorders_-1.pdf

https://www.healthyplace.com/abuse/dissociative-identity-disorder/dissociative-identity-disorder-did-statistics-and-facts

https://did-research.org/comorbid/dd/osdd_udd/did_osdd

https://plurality-dictionary.fandom.com/wiki/OSDD-1a

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Other_specified_dissociative_disorder

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/bipolar-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20355955

https://iocdf.org/about-ocd/

https://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/adhd/index.html

https://www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/adhd/diagnosis.html

https://www.understood.org/en/learning-thinking-differences/child-learning-disabilities/add-adhd/difference-between-add-adhd

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/body-dysmorphic-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20353938

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/gender-dysphoria/what-is-gender-dysphoria

https://www.webmd.com/schizophrenia/guide/mental-health-psychotic-disorders

https://www.webmd.com/mental-health/delusions-types

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/personality-disorders/symptoms-causes/syc-20354463

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/borderline-personality-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20370237

https://www.psychiatry.org/patients-families/personality-disorders/what-are-personality-disorders

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/drug-addiction/symptoms-causes/syc-20365112

https://www.addictioncenter.com/addiction/addiction-statistics/

https://www.webmd.com/mental-health/mental-health-conduct-disorder

also damn if you read all of this, hope ur ok lol

i literally just wrote this for fun in four hrs bc im hyperfixating on researching mental health disorders rn.

#finch #let me know anything guys pls #i dont wanna send a totally ridiculous thing to the teacher

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oikawatower · 4 years

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1 ❧ loverboy! | s. hinata

━━☆⌒*. you search your school for potential candidates for your project, ‘operation: what is love?’ only to be accused of being shoyo hinata’s secret admirer.

ミ✭ first chapter is up ! i’m excited for what’s to come and the amount of effort i’m putting into this is astonishing since i barely do anything. i want to apologize since i feel like i could’ve done better and the ending seems pretty rushed :( n e ways, don’t be afraid to send in requests !! i have like eight drafts but i’m in no rush to finish them :) tysm for reading and pls wait for ch. 2 !

▂✫⌒*･ﾟ taglist — @sugaanoya , @daicasteri

・‥━☆ chap. one | masterpost | chap. two

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

LOVE is one of the most intense emotions known to human beings. It’s whole concept revolved around being validated by someone else, overcoming doubts of lovability, and soothing loneliness.

At least, that’s what you understood from binging an unhealthy amount of romance movies and reading novels about it. You couldn’t imagine yourself in a relationship, the only thing close to you expressing affection to others was towards your favorite characters in tv shows.

How were you ever going to fully experience an emotion like love?

The question lingered in the back of your brain, its presence annoying you and had you drowning in aggravation. You had to do something about it! The desperation made your stomach twist in the most unsettling way and you’d do anything to get rid of it.

“Why don’t you make it a little experiment of yours?” Your friend, Suzume, asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Make it a fun project! Find yourself a loverboy, fall in love with him or make him fall in love with you, you know, like in those movies you’re always watching!”

You took in what she said. It was similar to the clichés that movies always followed, but wasn’t it a little far-fetched? You can’t force someone to fall in love with you or vice versa. It only happened in movies and novels because they’re fiction. Complete, utter fiction that made you writhe with jealousy.

So, why on earth were you placing a “love letter” on your classmate’s desk? You didn’t know him that well, only being able to catch his name (which was ‘Hideki’) because you were paired up for a discussion. You placed the pink letter on the desk and walked back to your seat in the back of the class. You wiggled uncomfortably as Suzume sat down in front of you, “Did you find loverboy?”

You smiled, “Yeah, I think I did!” You nodded over to where the letter was placed, Suzume following your gaze.

“No way! You chose Sho-” You shushed your friend as Hideki walked into the classroom. You watched him out of the corner of your eye as he walked to his desk.

Wait, wait! What!

Your heart dropped into your stomach and your breathe hitched as you watched Hideki pass the pink letter. You brought your hand to your mouth as you sat stunned in your seat. If Hideki didn’t sit there, then who did?

You hear a “Wow!” erupt in the classroom, already knowing it was caused from the letter and too embarrassed to face who made the noise. Suzume turned to look at you with the biggest grin on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a thing for Shoyo Hinata?” Suzume whispered.

Hinata? The desk belonged to the short, volleyball-obsessed tangerine-head? You were so living in a movie right now. Of course, you placed the damn letter on the wrong desk! It felt too perfect and too easy.

Turning your head to look at Hinata, whose face was as red as yours because no one had ever written him a confession letter before, you notice how his eyes sparkled with joy. Should you tell him? Should you break his heart into two, watch those sparkles dim, and tell him the letter wasn’t meant for him? It’s not like you signed your name to it but knowing your luck, you’d have to tell him that you wrote the letter sooner or later.

“It wasn’t meant for Hinata! It was for Hideki!” You exasperated to Suzume as you let your head fall onto your desk. You felt Suzume’s hand rub your head as she giggled at your mistake. You were ready to run out of the classroom and cry about how nothing ever goes your way. You felt more desperate than before, your one chance to find out what love is and it’s the wrong boy!

You hear Suzume’s giggles quiet down and she offered, “Head down to the volleyball court after school and tell him there!”

You supposed it was the best thing you could do. Confront Hinata and tell him that you didn’t write the letter specifically for him, which heavily weighed on your shoulders like a burden.

I’ll tell him after school.

✧༺ ༻∞

You stood outside Karasuno’s volleyball gymnasium. The nerves in your stomach never wavering and your hands fidgeting with the hem of your uniform’s skirt. You suck in a deep breath as you stepped up to slide the door open, the smell of sweat, freshly cleaned floors, and athletic ambition wafted into your face. The noises of balls being hit, shoes squeaking against the hardwood floors, and men yelling filled your ears and drowned out your anxious thoughts.

You obviously didn’t think the rest of the plan through as you stood at the entrance awkwardly. One by one, the boys and their two female managers noticed you. Hinata perked up at the sight of you since you were his classmate, it made it a little easier for you to not call him out in front of his teammates.

“(Y/N)! Do you need something?” Hinata walked up to you.

Hm, I could’ve sworn I was taller than him.

“Uhm, I need to tell you something and it’s really important so—” You were interrupted by a smaller boy whose hair had a small part of it bleached.

“Shoyo! Is she your secret admirer? The girl who wrote the letter to you!” He jumped as the others gathered in a circle. This is what you least needed, you did not want to be peer pressured into admitting that you were Hinata’s secret admirer.

“Her? She’s too pretty to be Hinata’s admirer.”

Hinata’s face began to blush at the mention of his secret admirer. He flailed his hands around in embarrassment and couldn’t look you in the eyes.

He’s kind of cute.

Hinata wasn’t the first choice. He wasn’t academically smart like Hideki, but neither was anyone else in your class. Hinata had an overwhelming passion for volleyball like Kageyama, which explains why he never stopped talking about either one. Hinata was everything a ‘good boyfriend’ was, but then again who were you to judge? Why were you so against asking him to help you fall in love if he was a perfect contestant?

He’s perfect!

With lightning speed, you made up your mind because no matter what, you were going to experience love. No matter how hard it’s going to be, you are going to fall in love with Hinata. You want this to be the best thing to have ever happened to you!

“Yeah, I am Shoyo Hinata’s secret admirer!”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

#haikyuu x reader #anime #haikyuu imagines #shoyo hinata x reader #shoyo hinata #hinata shouyou imagines #hinata shoyo imagines #hinata shōyō x reader #hinata shouyou x reader #hinata shouyou #hinata headcanons #haikyuu hinata #hq x reader #hinata shoyo x reader

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midshipmank · 4 years

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i wanted LWJ with a motorcycle & somehow ended up with this librarian!LWJ & art student!WWX au

LWJ is a librarian at a public library

WWX met LWJ when he returned some books 3 months late

LWJ looked at him all judgy like “these are 3 months late,” & WWX promptly became obsessed

WWX is now a much more responsible library user, mostly because he’s there all the time

but listen he’s not great at focusing in the library, that’s why he doesn’t even use the one on campus. so now he’s his usual amount of restless + distracted by LWJ

trying to figure out how to make a move

meanwhile LWJ is just like “do not throw crumpled pieces of paper through the air”

some of those crumpled pieces of paper are failed sketches of LWJ

one day WWX stays all the way to closing because LWJ PRETTY OKAY? also he has an art theory paper due pls don’t talk to him about it

so anyway he’s there when the library is closing & LWJ is like “leave”

so he goes :((( but he’s so late LWJ practically follows him out

which

is when WWX discovers that that pretty white & blue motorcycle that’s always parked out front?

that’s Lan Wangji’s

he absolutely loses his mind

all of his friends know about his ridiculous librarian crush by now & they all make fun of him for it

but anyway, the poor boy has it bad

he’s like “A-Cheng, you don’t understand, he could step on me & i’d thank him. actually i think i need him to step on me.”

JC is like “i did Not want to know that”

meanwhile WWX is bemoaning the fact that he ever became a responsible library user

“how am i supposed to interact with him. i can’t return books late anymore bc i’m always there! what would my excuse be? & he’s already explained how to use their database to me 3 times, i can’t keep looking this dumb”

JYL is very gently like “maybe just ask him out?”

“but he doesn’t like me! i committed library crimes! i have to get him to like me first!”

then WWX sees a flyer in the lobby asking for volunteers. there’s gonna be an event in the kids section! for some special reading day! who tf knows, WWX doesn’t care, the point is, he’s good with kids. that would probably be appealing to LWJ. right? right? WWX really doesn’t know. LWJ is so hard to read. on the one hand, he’s the most tight-laced & responsible person WWX has ever met. on the other, he has a very sexy motorcycle. WWX doesn’t know what to do with that

but okay he has a plan

he calls up WQ & goes “can i borrow A-Yuan”

he already babysits A-Yuan every week, so it’s not that weird right?

WQ is like “i stg WWX if you are going to use A-Yuan to attract hot guys like in that movie with the people who love dogs....”

& WWX is like “i would never use A-Yuan like a dog! WQ do you even know me!”

he gets A-Yuan, barely

anyway, he gets to the library ready to read to a bunch of kids & gets side-eyed by a lot of parents, but he still has fun!!

LWJ is, unfortunately, not the librarian supervising the event, but he is reshelving when WWX is off reading duty & A-Yuan gets the zoomies

ie, zooms right into LWJ’s legs

LWJ is, surprisingly, good with kids. WWX may need to marry him. he somehow manages not to make a complete fool of himself after this revelation

in fact, after this interaction, WWX thinks he may actually have scored some points with LWJ. he’s elated

he’s building all these elaborate future schemes in his head when suddenly he gets a call from Auntie Yu

she wants to know why his grade in his art theory class has plummeted.

oh right. that class. that class that’s taught by that professor who hates him & that he honestly can’t understand a word of & honestly he hates art theory, he’s good at art, why does he have to take theory too?

Auntie Yu lets him know in no uncertain terms that if he doesn’t improve his grades by the end of the semester, she will stop supporting him—it’s bad enough that they let him go to art school after he flunked out of his business degree anyway

so—fuck. fuck.

WWX throws himself into the redo paper he manages to beg off LQR. he has 3 days & he’s gonna make them count

the first day goes well, if by well you mean that he raids the art section of the library & works himself until closing & tries desperately not to look like he’s dying in front of LWJ

day 2 goes........similarly, except he falls asleep at his desk & doesn’t wake up until LWJ tells him the library is closing, which? wtf? LWJ usually wakes him up when he falls asleep in the library. WWX has been asleep for hours.

& also he looks like a wreck, which is not cute

he flees from the library only to find that the bus is going..... going......... gone

fuck. he doesn’t have a car.

he’s staring down the road after the bus, trying to figure out which friend with a car is available for him to call when he hears someone say “Wei Ying?” behind him

it’s Lan Zhan.

how mortifying.

he tries to laugh off his situation, but LWJ gets this set expression on his face & says, “i will give you a ride home”

& WWX is like kinda definitely freaking out because this was not how his first ride on LWJ’s sexy motorcycle was supposed to go. WWX had a plan. he was supposed to be flirtatious & ask LWJ about his bike & then LWJ would offer to give WWX a ride & they’d go all around the scenic parts of the city & when they stopped WWX would be all flustered & breathless & he’d wobble getting off the bike & maybe fall into LWJ & maybe—

okay so his plan was more like a daydream, but at the very least, he wasn’t supposed to look like he’d spent the last 48hrs out of the sun, drinking unhealthy amounts of shitty coffee, wearing a ratty hoodie & art-grimed jeans. like, they’re not even grimey in a cute way

but LWJ is insistent & WWX is weak, so somehow he ends up on the back of the bike wearing LWJ’s helmet with LWJ telling him to hold on tight

he’s half-convinced he’s fallen asleep on the bus stop bench & is dreaming the whole thing

but soon enough, it’s over & they’re stopped outside of WWX’s shitty student accommodations

he gets off & is trying to awkwardly thank LWJ when LWJ says, “you’ve seemed upset these past 2 days”

“ahaha, yeah, i’m just writing a paper”

“for an art theory class?”

WWX is like ????? but then he remembers that LWJ knows what books he checks out

“yeah. it’s a redo actually. professor Lan hates me.” he forces a laugh. why did he say that. being hated by a professor is not cute, especially not to sexy librarian LWJ.

“my uncle has high expectations,” LWJ says.

WWX brain short circuits.

“your uncle???” shit shit shit Lan Qiren is LWJ’s uncle! LWJ’s uncle hates him! he has no chance now!

“mn.”

WWX wants to die

LWJ looks considering, then says, “it is my day off tomorrow. if you would like, i can help you with the paper.”

WWX is already the least cute, most pathetic version of himself he’s ever been in his life. he says yes.

so they meet up at the library the next day & WWX apologizes profusely for making LWJ come into work when it’s his day off. he promises LWJ endless free coffee from the coffeeshop he works at (even if he has to pay for it himself—he doesn’t tell LWJ that part).

LWJ is way too nice to him & also manages to explain this school of art theory in a way that?? sort of?? makes sense?? though not in a way that makes WWX like it. but LWJ seems neutral about it, so at least he’s not trying to get WWX to agree with it.

but anyway, WWX manages to pull a passable paper together & in the process LWJ reveals that he’s noticed WWX sketching in the library a lot more than WWX realized, and that he likes WWX’s art.

WWX is lightheaded

he stares at LWJ for a while & LWJ looks at him & says, “Wei Ying. you should be typing.”

WWX gets the paper done by 5pm somehow. somehow! he sends it off to LQR with a groan of relief. he’s so tired his bones are aching, but he looks over at LWJ, art theory & citation king, who of course always looks perfect & beautiful, & goes, “i could kiss you.”

instead of “i don’t know how i’m ever going to thank you for this,” which is what he thought he was gonna say

LWJ’s eyes widen slightly & his ears go red. WWX wants to smack himself in the face. he wants to eat his words. he wants to crawl into a cramped dark place like a disgusting little mole & never see the sun again.

then LWJ says, “have dinner with me first.”

WWX gapes at him. LWJ looks back, ears still red but eyes steady.

“okay,” WWX squeaks.

they go to dinner. WWX still feels like trash, but they end up having a rousing discussion about art & WWX learns all about when LWJ studied art history in undergrad & how he actually doesn’t like the kind of theory his uncle teaches (“but you’re too good to ever tell him that,” WWX teases. “....most of the time.” WWX laughs in delight.)

LWJ reveals that he brought an extra helmet today, in case WWX needed a ride again. WWX is embarrassed & pleased & wants to marry LWJ again. feeling foolish, he leans into LWJ flirtatiously & suggests they go for a ride—just for the view. LWJ looks at him so long his knees turn to jelly. then LWJ says, “mn.”

they make out on some scenic ridge somewhere

the end!

other things about this au:

WWX does digital painting mostly, his ideal job is illustration/comics; he has a instagram/patreon he uses for art commissions (some of which are pornographic—LWJ catches him sketching in the library one day, early in this tableau. it does not go well.)

his instagram/patreon is mostly anonymous. it’s not that he minds people knowing he draws explicit stuff sometimes, it’s that he doesn’t want Auntie Yu to find out

he draws LWJ a lot

not explicitly

(at least not until he’s got a life model and LWJ’s consent)

he’s not at the library 24/7. he has a coffeeshop job, classes, studio time for non-digital art, A-Yuan, and friends. but he’s at the library a lot.

this is undergrad for WWX, but he’s non-trad. he flunked out of a soul-sucking business degree in his first go at undergrad & was on pretty shaky ground with the Jiang family for a while. then he sold some of his art & Auntie Yu said they would support him through art school if it was the only thing he was good at. kinda stung, but at least he doesn’t have to pay tuition.

he’s desperate to prove he can make it as an artist

when anyone asks LWJ about his bike, he says he got it because it allows him to weave around traffic. yes, there’s more to it than that, but no he won’t go into it. (this entire au formed because i found out WYB rides motorcycles professionally & went, “wow that’s hot.” we have no thoughts here.)

WWX did not have to try to make LWJ like him. LWJ liked him. & while WWX might not have gotten his ideal first bike ride, you better believe LWJ got his. he daydreams about scooping WWX onto his bike & riding off into the sunset

#posting as a bullet point fic bc while i wanna write it as a real oneshot i have other things i need to do & i think it works like this too #mdzs fic #mdzs #cql #wangxian #The Untamed #fanfic #my writing #idk what to tag it's literally been 4yrs since i posted fanfic here #my fanfic #author assumes art theory works similarly to lit theory in that some is great and some is bs #author clearly grew up in the les mis fandom #also has anyone read juliet takes a breath?

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k-l-ng · 3 years

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Can someone recommend me some good danmei with a loyal guard who's not just killed in the background? Who gets paragraphs dedicated to him? Who's relevant not only when dead? Who's useful? And people would care for him because he's important to them? Like I'm not even looking for him to be in the m/m relationship even though that would be good too. I'm just used to read danmei I guess. To keep my attention on the story. I truly admire loyal guards so much.

I just MTLed through the entire Paternity Guard story (60 chapters + 9 extras), for those who may be interested, it's about mpreg, but beware of unhealthy relationships!

And guess who became my favourite character?? Qi-ge. Not the svsss one, and I would never have thought I would think of a character other than Yue Qingyuan when reading this surname. Ying Qi, my boy, I love him so much. He's a shadow guard, and like, he's strong, but he's most of all so fiercely loyal to the one he cares about (his brothers -the shadow guards -, in particular little Shiqi, and their master, these last two form the main pairing of the story). And he's so kind, so involved in their well-beings he's basically self-sacrificial, and

***SPOILERS AND I MEAN SPOILERS SO IF YOU'RE INTERESTED IN READING PATERNITY GUARD PLS DONT LOOK AFTER THAT ANYWAY YOU'D FALL IN LOVE WITH YING QI** (SPOILERS though you may not like the ending, like me..)* he even studies medicine in order to be Shiqi's physician on their travels! He would rather be tortured than let an enemy touch Shiqi or betray his master. He's worries about the Shiqi × Master relationship as he questions the level of healthiness in their interactions and THAT'S what got me first interested in him. (And then his loyalty won me over.) But yeah, he's sensible, knows how to make decisions, is quite wise... That's why the extras about him kinda made my jaw drop. (You'll see...)

He was simply so good, I had started to wonder (sue me, but I was a little triggered for some reasons), why couldn't the master also fall in love with him? What was the reason the master chose to be so protective and possessive over Shiqi but not Ying Qi (he mostly drank vinegar hearing Shiqi talk about his Qi-ge) ? Yes, he valued him as any other shadow guard of his, but... you know what I mean. What first got the master's eyes on Shiqi was the baby in his belly. He'd never paid attention to him before, then he turned legit creepy about his lower abdomen ans stated to pay a lot of attention to Shiqj. Does it mean, if Ying Qi was the one who got pregnant, he would end up with Master too?

Or did Shinqi have something Ying Qi didn't? Okay, Shiqi was cuter, he was like the clueless little brother, and Master often called him "idiot" (I think affectionately). Was that what made the difference?

I know, love doesn't really follow reason. But damn I wanted Ying Qi to be well loved too.. I'm not really trying to give Master a harem : it's not for him; he's however a better alternative than..huh.

Ying Qi cared for others first, but who cared for him in priority?

***END SPOILERS***

I feel like there's so much potential to write good stories with a loyal guard? Is it just that I can't find them?

They're like bros for life but simply with less recognition. Even in cdrama I always despair whenever something bad happens to them.

They, like the romantic partner, would give their life for you, fight for you, suffer and go through hell for you. And yet they aren't appreciated, nor in some cases mourned the same amount. I guess Loyalty isn't as precious as Love? Which saddens me, because if I had someone who would be so devoted to me in my life I would treasure them.

So yeah I would live to read fics about a loyal guard and his master. Even if the relationship is platonic or morr like brotherhood? Of course, I think more about the ancient time when talking about master/guard dynamics so there may be a power imbalance, and unhealthy behaviours. But given the context, I would expect them as long as it's not just that you know.

I can't help daydreaming about so many situations, like:

Simple slow burn? The master slowly gets closer to his guard as he appreciates how devoted he is. First, it's about trust, something so rare when you have power. Then, it's about camaraderie. Then, about banters and fun. Friendship. Something more..? They basically survive many life and death situations together and as time passes, they learn more about their friend until one day they realise they can understand each other better than anyone else. Also they're already content to spend their life together! Bam! Power Couple.

More tragedy? The loyal guard couldn't escape his fate and dies for his master's plans. The master then deals horribly with his absence as he realizes that maybe, maybe, his love interest/schemes weren't worth his lifelong friend's life.

More angst with a happy ending? Let's make the master time travel to the past. He attempts to abort his plans so that he won't have to send his guard to his death. Not that he would even if he failed. He gets to open his heart to his guard the way he has dreamed about in his previous life.

I'm- obsessed.

#fic rec #qi-ge #ying qi #paternity guard #shadow guard delivering a mantou #mpreg #story rec #danmei #loyal guard #novel update #master/guard #am i creating this tag??#loyalty #devotion #xing beiming #shiqi #i will proofread this another time sorry :'l

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kingyeoms · 5 years

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pairing: wen junhui x reader (f) genre: smut warnings: swearing, fingering, degradation, hair pulling, unprotected sex (be safe pls), creampie, unhealthy use of the pet name princess oops summary: wen junhui is probably the worst lab partner you could possibly have. word count: 2,142 a/n: based on number 23 on this list, honestly blame @yoontothemoon for this entire mess, but couldn’t have done it without her constant motivation over the past two weeks!! also big thank you to @sunsetgyu for reading it and making sure i don’t sound like a Dumb bitch ♡ best read on desktop, use mobile browser if you can’t read under the cut ♡

“junhui, for the twentieth time, the protocol says to add the sodium hydroxide drop by drop until the solution turns a slight pink,” you snarled, beads of sweat starting to form as you watched your lab partner casually flipped the buret open, a stream of liquid flowing into the flask. “what the fuck are you doing?”

“can you chill? we just started, it’s not gonna be pink for a while,” jun rolled his eyes, while you clenched your fist around your pen, the poor plastic on the verge of snapping. out of all the people in this entire chemistry course, how was it possible that you were paired with wen junhui?

your first encounter with junhui was definitely.. not the fondest memory, to say the least. you knew him as the asshole from the laundry room your freshman year who had the audacity to take your wet clothes out of the dryer, leaving them on the counter. you vividly remembered coming back into the room to find a tall, handsome but lanky boy holding up a pair of soaked, lacy underwear in his fingers before tossing it to the side.

“dude, what do you think you’re doing?!” you stormed over, heads turning as jun nonchalantly pressed a couple buttons on the machine in front of him.

“you weren’t here, and all the other dryers were taken,” he looked over at you and shrugged, nodding over to the pile of clothes in the corner. “i think the one over there is almost done though, yeah?”

“listen, i don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you can’t ju-”

“wen junhui. my name is junhui.” the casualty in his voice absolutely infuriated you, fists clenching in anger. sure, he was attractive but god, what a piece of shit.

“well then, junhui,” bitterness seeping through your teeth, “if i ever see you in here again, i’ll clock your shit.”

and as if fate had cruelly decided to punish you, here you were, lab partners with perhaps the most irritating person you had ever come across on campus. you groaned, eyes trailing to the clock above the door. lab was almost over, yet you two had yet to produce any results.

“ah shit,” jun muttered, as your eyes drew to the flask in front of him. the solution was a horrifying shade of magenta instead of the expected faint pink color.

“are you fucking kidding me?” you hissed, eyes shooting daggers at your lab partner, who was scrambling through the protocol in hopes of finding some magical redo formula. “i fucking told you, to add it drop by drop.”

“listen princess, it’s not my fault we both weren’t paying attention. why didn’t you tell me to stop?” he shot you a deadly look, your blood boiling as heat rushed to your cheeks.

“first of all, don’t you dare call me princess. second of all, you’re the one in front of the buret, dumbass.” you ran your fingers through your hair, taking off your goggles in defeat.

“y/n, junhui, what happened here?” your lab instructor gasped, clutching their clipboard in horror, absolutely appalled at how you two managed to fuck up one of the.. simplest experiments in the course.

“we miscalculated the amount of sodium hydroxide needed, and we added a bit too much.” you rolled your eyes at the ‘we’ that rolled off of jun’s tongue so smoothly, knowing that you were barely to blame when he was the one in front of the equipment.

the two of you were met with a look of disapproval, your instructor shaking their head, “unfortunately i can’t give you two a grade for this, you two will need to find another time to redo the experiment.”

and so that was how you ended up alone in the lab, with wen junhui, on a saturday morning. you took a deep breath before opening the door to the lab, only to find your favorite person in the world already there, half-asleep on the counter. tossing your bag on the counter to get his attention, you muttered under your breath, “let’s just get this over with, jun.”

“good morning to you too, princess,” he smirked, tossing you a pair of goggles from the cabinet.

“can you not? it’s annoying enough that i have to be stuck in lab on a saturday, let alone with you,” you huffed as you bent down to pull out various sizes of glass material from the drawer, jun’s eyes following the curve of your jeans.

he licked his lips, enjoying his view of your ass, murmuring, “i, for one, am completely enthralled to be in your presence,” you bit your tongue, fingers fumbling to set up the equipment.

“does the princess need some help?” jun leaned a bit closer, his hips pressing against yours, as he reached over your shoulders to adjust the glass. your breath hitched, surprised at the sudden intimacy of the situation. jun tested the waters, his fingers tracing your hip bones. you shuddered at his touch, the test tube you were holding slipping out of your hands.

“for the love of fuck, jun,” you groaned, the sound of glass shattering against the counter sending a jolt through your body.

“yeah that’s me,” he smirked. “i love to fuck.”

“w-what?” your ears turning a shade of pink.

“you heard me princess,” jun raised his eyebrows, picking up the shards of glass before tossing them into the hazard bin. “should i prove it to you?” he slipped off his lab coat and goggles before resting his arms against either side of you, pinning you against the table. you gripped the collar of his shirt, heat rushing your cheeks as jun pressed his forehead against yours, the scent of his cologne and lychee gum making your head spin. “have nothing to say for once, hmm sweetheart?”

“shut the fuck up, junhui,” you mumbled under your breath, pulling him in to close the gap between you two. he grinned against your lips, “you have no fucking idea how long i’ve waited for this,” his teeth grazed against your bottom lip as you moaned into the kiss, jun finding the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue to meet yours. he tugged on your lab coat, slipping it off your shoulders, his fingers making their way to the buttons of your jeans, “should we take these off too?”

you nodded frantically, feeling your core clench in desperation. jun’s fingers hurried to slip your jeans off, his hands trailing up your thighs, the heat of his palms against your bare flesh sent chills throughout your body. his tongue trailed against the nape of your neck, taking fistfuls of your ass into his hands, murmuring in between kisses, “didn’t think you were into me like this, princess,” you rolled your eyes, fingers wandering to tug on his hair, whispering a ‘god, you’re the worst’ against his skin. your mind was drawing a blank — who would have known that being alone with junhui would end up this way? who knew junhui could make you feel this fucking good?

junhui’s fingers brushed against the wet spot beginning to form on your underwear before pushing the fabric aside, the cool air against your sensitivity sending shivers down your spine. “look at you, princess.. you’re already so wet for me? such a dirty girl, aren’t you?” your ears burned red at the filth that rolled off his tongue, but truth be told, your core clenched in pleasure. jun’s eyebrows raised at your reaction, your thighs clamping around his hand, his fingers pressing against your slit. “you like that, don’t you? you love being fucked like a whore, don’t you darling?” he purred into your ear, his thumb grazing against your throbbing clit. and god, you fucking loved it. “j-jun.. p-please, do s-something,” you whimpered, hand trembling as you reached down to grip his wrist, desperate for any sort of friction.

he grinned, pumping two fingers into your heat, coating his fingers with your gloss. a breathy gasp left your lips, pulling him by the collar into another kiss. jun placed a hand on the small of your back, holding you steady as your teeth tugged his bottom lip.

“f-fuck, j-jun,” you whimpered, allowing his tongue to slip inside once more, as your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his jeans, slipping your hand to grip his throbbing length through his boxers. your legs were trembling, the sounds of his fingers stretching out your hole ringing in your ears. jun groaned as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, your thumb spreading his precum over his most sensitive spot.

“should i fuck you princess? don’t you want my cock inside you?” his hot breath against your ear as you let out the softest mewl, grinding your core against his fingers. his tongue brushed against your ear lobe, fingers curling deeper into you as his cock throbbed against your touch. “use your words, you little slut. beg for my fucking cock, sweetheart.”

“j-junhui.. p-please.. i need your c-cock.. so badly,” you whimpered against his skin, as he pulled out of your pussy, gloss trickling down his hand. he trailed his fingers across your mouth, coating your bottom lip in your juices. “you’re so fucking filthy for me, aren’t you princess?” jun bit his lip as you hummed against his fingers, opening your mouth to taste yourself. he pressed his lips against yours, burning hot before turning you around, pressing his hardened length against your bare ass.

“fuck y/n.. let me feel how good you feel wrapped around me,” jun rubbed his tip against your folds, the glossy sheen only making him more eager to fuck you. his name left your lips in a mewl, as his palm smacked your skin, aligning his hips with yours.

your walls clenched around his cock as he found his rhythm, the sound of skin smacking and lewd moans filling the empty lab, his fingernails digging into your hips. you arched your back in pleasure, jun taking it as an invitation to grab a fistful of your hair, only driving him to quicken his pace. the pressure on your scalp stung, but in the best way possible. “j-jun, p-please.. it f-feels so g-good,” you whimpered, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes.

“such a good little slut for me, aren’t you princess.. look at how well you take my cock,” jun purred, his cock balls deep in you as you gripped the counter, a mixture of stuttering curses and his name leaving your lips. he reached down to press his thumb against your swollen clit, your moans only getting more erratic and louder, unable to restrain yourself. “f-fuck j-jun, right t-there!”

jun basked in the sight before him, your backside stained red with his handprints, your face pressed against the table, his name leaving your lips. you were a complete fucking mess, but still absolutely beautiful, nonetheless. he took your hair back into his fingers, pulling you up to growl in your ear, “look at you all fucked out for me princess,, you’re so fucking filthy letting me fuck you in the lab like this.. what if someone comes in? hmm? maybe you’d like it? maybe you like it if someone watched you get fucked like the cock slut you are.”

your cheeks flushed red, too embarrassed to admit that you’d find it incredibly hot if someone watched you get fucked by your lab partner like this. your legs were on the verge of giving out, jun’s thrusts getting harder but less synchronized, both of you close to reaching your climax. “i-inside me, j-jun,” you whimpered, the pressure of his hips against yours thrusting you forward onto the table, “c-cum inside me..”

jun’s fingers dug further into your hips, imprinting mauve colored spots onto your skin, his cock throbbing at the thought of cumming inside you. he “you dirty fucking slut, you’re gonna let me cum inside you? let me fill you up until all your pretty little princess holes are full of my cum? beg for it, sweetheart.”

“j-jun, p-please,” you begged, on the verge of your high, “p-please c-cum in m-me,” you cried out his name, a dizzying, addictive feeling clouding your mind, his hot, sticky release filling you up. he leaned against you to place a kiss on your shoulder, slipping himself out of you. you cursed yourself under your breath, immediately missing the warmth of his length inside you, realizing that maybe you had enjoyed this a little bit too much.

jun laughed, your underwear dangling from his fingertips, the same way he had done so in that cursed laundry room, three years ago. you rolled your eyes, grabbing them from his hand to slip them back on, how endearing.

“you know, maybe i could get used to being your lab partner.”

#svt smut #seventeen smut #kpop smut #jun smut #junhui #wen junhui #seventeen scenarios #kpop scenarios #listen i couldnt come up w a better threat than clock your shit sooooo #finally sat and WROTE this fml #i couldn't come up w a title lol #gr:smut #m:junhui #g:svt

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cupidmarwani-archive · 5 years

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Do My Hands Deceive Me (1/5)

Summary: After leaving the military, Ethan takes a job as a bodyguard.

Warnings: Drug usage, unhealthy coping, self harm via sex

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When Ethan first applies to the job, he definitely doesn’t know what he’s getting into.

He just needs something to do with himself, after the navy, and his skills lend well to being a bodyguard. He has a concealed carry permit, he’s trained in hand-to-hand combat, and he’s got amazing reflexes. Not to brag, of course, but he’s good at what he does, and this feels like the logical next step. Here, in front of a large intimidating desk, wearing his nicest suit and keeping his posture military rigid as he’s asked question after question by the senator.

“You do need to know,” she says, “that my son is… difficult.”

“Difficult how?”

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair. “He’s about your age, but he- he never really matured, if that makes sense. He’s impulsive, and he likes to party, and his last three or four bodyguards have just quit. Crockett doesn’t think. He gets in a lot of trouble and he likes to ditch security.”

Sounds exactly like the sort of rich, spoiled little bastard Ethan figured he’d wind up looking after. This isn’t just a job, though, it has become a challenge. The people before him couldn’t handle Crockett Marcel, but Ethan will. He’s dealt with his fair share of entitled assholes who think they no best.

“I’m sure it won’t be a problem, Ms. Marcel. I’m known for my patience.”

“I hope so.” She sends a message on her phone. “Crockett’ll be here in just a minute. I’ll have the contract emailed to you to go over. If you decide to stay at the end of the month, we’ll make things official.”

One month to prove he can handle Crockett Marcel. One month of making four thousand (four thousand!) dollars and if he’s still up for it, it goes up to five. Plus health care, and a car, and he gets to live in the senator’s mansion so he can keep an eye on Crockett. It’ll be demanding, but Ethan has always loved a challenge. Worst thing that happens is he declines the contract in thirty days.

And then Crockett arrives, walking lazily through the door in a pair of oversized sweatpants slipping down his body, mismatched socks, and no shirt. There’s a tattoo on his arm too. And he’s beautiful, for lack of a better word. Wide eyes and heavy lashes, smooth skin, full lips, nose and jaw cut from the finest marble, bedhead messing his soft hair. He’s like something out of a film. And with the way he lets the waistband of his sweatpants slip down a little more, probably an adult one.

Ethan gets to his feet and holds out his hand. “Ethan Choi, nice to meet you.”

“Aren’t you polite?” Crockett shakes his hand. “Crockett Marcel. You this month’s lackey?”

“Bodyguard.”

“Hmm.”

Crockett turns on his heel and walks out, leaving Ethan to trail behind at Ms. Marcel’s nod. He walks like he knows all the attention he commands, like he expects everyone to watch how his waist tapers and disappears, like he knows people are desperate to see beneath the waistband. Brat. But a beautiful one who yawns as they turn down a hallway.

“I give it a week.”

“I’m sorry?”

He looks over his shoulder as he opens a door. “I don’t think you’ll last a week as my new bodyguard. You’re too uptight.”

Ethan laughs and follows Crockett into the room. It’s a bedroom, kept clean undoubtedly by a maid, but it screams Crockett. The covers on the four poster are dark, and there are posters and pictures up on the wall. An ashtray beside the bed still has a home rolled joint sending smoke up into the air, bringing a heavy scent into the air that makes Ethan want to cough. And then, of course, Crockett drops his pants to the ground and steps out of them, definitely not wearing any underwear.

“Woah.”

“If it bothers you, don’t look.”

He starts rummaging through his dresser for clothes, tossing them one by one toward his bed with little accuracy. Skinny jeans, a mesh top, and something that’s probably underwear but isn’t that much fabric. Because of course Crockett’s like this. Difficult may be an understatement.

Crockett starts with the underwear, a jock strap, as it turns out. It frames his ass beautifully, making it look round and perky and Ethan really wants to just get his hands on him. Thinking about it makes him feel like a pervert, so he focuses his gaze on the wall.

“I’m going to a party tonight. Don’t scare off my friends.”

It takes him a lot of jumping and wiggling to get his jeans up his legs. The mesh top only takes a second, and somehow feels more illicit than a bare chest as Crockett ruffles his hair again. The mess must be part of his look. Then, as Ethan watches, he picks up his joint and takes a long drag before blowing smoke up into the air, furthering the stuffiness of the room. Someone should open a window from time to time.

“You can have anything you want from the bar,” Crockett says, leading the way back out of the room. “They’ll put it on my tab. You can let loose, have a little fun.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I won’t be drinking.”

Crockett rolls his eyes and grabs Ethan’s hand to pull him along faster. He’s warm to the touch, deceptively strong. And these jeans really do look good on him. Right now, still smoking on his walk through the house, Crockett is a disaster waiting to happen and a pretty boy who knows exactly how he looks to the world.

The SUV they get into already has a driver waiting, and Crockett winks when Ethan opens the door for him. Going out in a suit isn’t ideal, but if all goes well, he’ll be able to pay for dry cleaning, and probably even a new suit. And he has his gun holstered at his side in case of emergency. This won’t be too bad, even as Crockett decides to use Ethan’s lap as his own personal foot rest.

“So, Ethan Choi,” Crockett says, snubbing his joint in the cupholder, “how did you wind up here?”

“I used to be a SEAL, and an old friend of mine said your mother was hiring. I thought it might help me settle in,” he answers. Instantly Crockett’s eyes light up and he leans forward. “What?”

“You could probably break me in half,” he says dreamily.

There’s got to be something seriously wrong with this man. “You need to calm down.”

Crockett waves a hand dismissively and relaxes again, humming to himself until they arrive at the club. It’s just past dinner time, a bit early to go clubbing, but Crockett is practically bouncing as Etha lets him out of the car and trails him to the door. He leaves a respectful few feet between them, but watches closely. This is a test, a chance for everyone to find out how seriously he takes his job and if he can actually protect Crockett. If not from others, then from himself.

The bouncer waves them both in immediately, and there’s a surprising amount of people already on the floor or at the bar. It’s loud, between their conversations and the music, and for a moment Ethan loses track of Crockett. It makes his heart stop. But he quickly finds him again, standing at the edge of the dance floor with his arms around some man’s neck. It’s not enough to worry yet, but Ethan keeps a close eye on them from against the wall. He doesn’t blend in, but that’s because he had no warning. So he watches, and he thinks. Was Crockett already planning on coming here, or was it an impulse decision? He doesn’t know him well enough yet to be able to tell.

But he’s able to notice that Crockett’s doing something he shouldn’t be. He hands a couple crisp bills to the man he was dancing with and, in return, receives a little baggie of white powder. Their deal finishes with a kiss, sloppy and dirty with the other man’s hand grabbing Crockett’s ass hard for the duration. Jesus. Ethan shakes his head and approaches, holding his hand out expectantly when Crockett notices him.

“Want a line?” Crockett asks, half smiling. His lips are swollen and his eyes alight. “You’ll have to roll your own little straw, sharing is gross.”

“Hand me the bag.”

Crockett scoffs, but places the drugs in Ethan’s open palm without much of a fight. “You know, you’re no fun.”

“Behave.”

“Gonna do something about it, sweetheart?”

He rolls his eyes and Crockett goes back into the crowd. Ethan keeps an eye on him, but his thoughts stray to what it is that made Crockett this way. The drugs, the partying. According to the senator, he’s about thirty, thirty five. He’s acting like he’s still in his early twenties. Something had to have happened, or not happened, to make him like this. He doubts Crockett will open up about it, just like that.

The rest of the night, Crockett drinks, smokes, dances. He doesn’t buy any more drugs, at the very least. It goes on until even Ethan is tired, and then Crockett is stumbling to the door on the arm of a guy who’s tipsy, but nowhere near as shit faced. Ethan walks after them, all sorts of alarm bells going off, as they make it to the car. He lets Crockett into the car, and is about to shut the door, but Crockett whines and bats lightly at Ethan’s arm.

“Nooo, he’s coming home too.”

Against his better judgement, Ethan lets the man in.

And then spends the twenty minute ride sitting beside the two as they make out, Crockett occasionally moaning, the man’s hand down his skinny jeans. Difficult. Ethan stares out the window and pretends not to notice, and when they get home, trails them up the stairs to Crockett’s room.

Crockett closes and locks the door behind them, keeping Ethan out.

He stands there, on guard, waiting, and listens for an hour as Crockett moans and screams, as the headboard slams against the wall, as the man moans too, as the sounds get quieter and then, the door flings open. The man looks Ethan up and down, nods, and leaves.

Ethan peeks into the room and his heart breaks.

Crockett’s shirt is still on, his jeans halfway off. There’s a mess all over him. His face has a bright hand print on it. It looks like a crime scene, not the aftermath of sex, but when Ethan approaches, Crockett smiles up at him and wipes the mess off himself with one of his plush pillows.

“Are you okay?”

“Never better.”

Somehow, he doesn’t believe him. “Did that man hurt you?”

“First time around the block?” Crockett sits upright and reaches into his nightstand, pulling out a plastic lighter and another homemade joint. “Some people like it rough, Ethan. Get used to it.”

#charcel #ethan choi #crockett marcel #chicago med #mine #fic #mhd!fic

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svtegg · 5 years

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22 questions tag

tagged by: @sunlithues @sippinonstars @handsomevchwe @leojov @shuasunflowers and more but i can’t remember:((( thank u ily all so much you guys r the BESTest

1. name: **r* mina!!

2. nickname: mina, nomi, mimi, egg, mom and idiot

3. star sign: virgo sun, cancer moon, sag rising and my chinese zodiac is an ox!

4. gender: im a girl!! :D

5. sexuality: bi/questioning (i have a inferiority complex bc i feel like i’m not gay enough to call myself gay lol?? i also struggle with compulsory heterosexuality and seeing myself as one or another, so i usually just say im queer

6. favourite colour: green!!!! (and brown/black)

7. time: 05:46 in the morning (oops)

8. normal amount of sleep: i usually go like 30 ish hours without sleeping and then i crash sleep for like 12 hours 😔😔😔 it’s rly unhealthy but i have really bad insomnia and i can’t sleep unless i’m exhausted

9. last thing i searched: “saay gzgz lyrics”

10. # of blankets: 2 right now but it’s summer so i’ll probably put away the fluffy one

11. favourite fictional character: i gotta say,,,,i cried like a baby when dobby died in hp.....but honestly i think Ged from Tales From Earthsea is one of my favorite ppl ever but then again i usually take a liking to wise older men w a beard in any type of fiction (my fave hp characters where dumbledore, sirius black and hagrid and young dumbledore in fantastic beasts what)

12. what i’m wearing currently: a huge t-shirt with a blood stain on it (i wore it when i cut my finger sjjdjsjs no weird shit going on here i swear)

13. favourite book: life of pi, the little prince, the kite runner and the harry potter series hihi

14. favourite artists: i listen to any kind of music really,,,,i get into phases of different genres all the time but there’s like 5 bands that i have a really deep connection to (this is cheesy and lame asf) but twenty one pilots, 5 seconds of summer, little mix, bon iver and all time low really shaped me as a person and helped me grow as a person when i was a teenager,,, i don’t listen to all of them as often anymore but i still rly love them! (this got way longer than i expected lmao)

15. dream job?: realistically speaking i would like to be a practical arts teacher but my all time dream is to be an actress or a interior/set designer

16. # of followers: i haven’t checked in a while but i think about 200? i’m not sure actually

17. when did you join tumblr?: i have a very inactive humor blog that’s from like 2013ish? it’s full of bad humor posts, kpop, 1d and pop punk bands oops

18. what do you post about?: my feelings, flowers and animals and sometimes i post about kpop lmao

19. what made you get an account?: i got tired of tweeting 140 word versions of my ideas n i remebered that tumblr existed

20. when did your blog reach its peak?: svtegg is only two or three months old so i hope i havent peaked yet sksks

21. do you get asks daily?: i would say i get them in dumps, one week i’ll get one or two then another week it will be rly quiet! so no, but i adore when people randomly send me things!

22. why did you choose your url?: something cute n easy to remember!!! or at least i hope its cute and easy to remember hhh

i tag anyone who wants to do this!!!!! bc i’m really late to the party so idk who has done it..,,..he he he.,,, if you do this tag then pls tag me so i can read n learn more abt u ♡ love u all hehehe mwah

#about me #this is STUPIDLY long #me: acting like im interesting lmao whhhhh

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tuff-boahs · 5 years

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21 Questions

I was tagged by @verai-marcel , thank you for tagging me! i love your work sm omggg i feel bad tagging people Idek why I feel like I'm bothering you guys lol. This blog is sorta new so I don't really have 21 people to tag but I will tag some of my favorites from the RDR2 fandom :) @shyeehaw @missblisswrites @arthurmorgan-s-heart @arthurs-atonement

Rules: Answer all 21 questions and tag 21 people you wish to get to know better

Nickname: Bri :))

Height: 5'3 ik vv short

Last Movie I Saw: "Clueless", I have an unhealthy obsession w 80's and 90's movies lol

Favorite Artists: I would have to say Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande

Song Stuck in My Head: "Shallow" by Lada Gaga and Bradley Cooper from the movie "A Star is Born." It's so amazing and it leaves me shook every time.

Other Blogs: My main is @oddly-lovely which is mostly an eighties and nineties theme. And then I also have a blog @staygoldtrash that use to write "The Outsiders" imagines. I've been thinking about writing some RDR2 stuff on here but we shall see :)

Do I Get Asks: Nope, not at all I think i have like 5 followers on here lol

Following: I use Tumblr on my phone, and due to the fact that I have 3 blogs I have no idea how to follow from certain accounts so I follow everyone on my main, but its mostly just RDR2 and vintage blogs.

Amount of Sleep: Usually never a lot, but I get to sleep in on the weekends so that's good lmao

Lucky Number: Never thought about this before, but I guess 5??

What I'm Wearing: A gray shirt with Bender from "The Breakfast Club" on the front. Some blue, black, and white patterned tights. And high white socks with my glasses to top off this incredibly stunning look. (these are just my pajamas I don't have the energy to change out of them pls send help)

Dream Job: Something to do with writing, maybe editing or writing for a newspaper. I also would like to be a psychiatrist.

Favorite Food: Ramen noodles and Chicken lol

Dream Trip: I always wanted to go to California, or Las Vegas.

Play Any Instruments: I used to play the drums but I haven't played them in almost 5 years.

Languages: English, I study Spanish in school but I'm not too good lol

Favorite Song: Oh god I have way too many, but probably "Simple Man" by Shinedown. I grew up listened to it w my dad so it's sorta special to me :))

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MARGOT FOX is a 25 year old HOMOFELXIBLE * CISFEMALE that was born on OCTOBER 5th. SHE lives in BROOKLYN, but they’re originally from CHICAGO, ILLINOIS. They are a MUSICIAN for a living, and often get told they look like TAYLOR SWIFT. We wish them the best of luck in the city that never sleeps!

Hello, i’m Violet! I’m 21, use she/her pronouns, and live in the EST timezone. I’m excited to be here with a brand spanking new muse ( that i’m still fleshing out....so be patient with me pls lol ) Basically i’ve been listening to Reputation non stop the past couple weeks and came up with this little girly in the process. So she’s...kinda based on Tayor but not really, I promise. I’ll be posting a wanted connection shortly, but other than that i’m open to A N Y plots. Please, throw them at me!!

trigger warnings for: drugs, hospitalization, & minor alcoholism

background

Margot Fox was raised in Chicago, Illinois ( Oak Park specifically ) by a ( for the most part ) very loving family. She was the middle of three children, a ( only slightly ) younger brother and an older sister. Her parents are upper-middle class, hardworking people, who love their children. Still, the Fox’s were a “fighting” family, they were a “feelings” family. They talked things out, they yelled, they were always discouraged to keep anything inside or let it fester.

Margot came out when she was fifteen, the whole family had known and been waiting for years. It wasn’t a big deal.

( More on Margot’s sexuality later. )

She was always an anxious kid, but also very outgoing. She picked up music from a super young age, and was in jazz band and orchestra in high school. She had friends, made pretty good grades. It was normal, a good experience for the most part.

After graduation she moved out, and into downtown Chicago where she attended college on a scholarship for music. She started playing her stuff in bars, released an EP, she was getting places.

It started off casual, in her sophomore year, a few parties. Then a party every single weekend. Two parties every weekend. By mid-junior year she was drinking before classes. Lines of coke in bathrooms, mdma popped like candy. She started failing classes, but that didn’t stop her. It was rare to encounter Margot sober, party or not.

It was impossible to find her at a gig without something in her system. She was starting to make a name for herself, but not in the way she wanted.

It was really a blessing that she failed out of school. She’s lucky that it was her rock bottom, and not something worse. Her parents intervened, sending to the best rehabilitation center they could afford.

And she did it, it took a couple years, but she got clean. And she wrote some incredible music in the meantime.

Her second album came out and within a few months, it was a smash success. Her life hasn’t been the same since.

now

As mentioned, Margot is a lesbian & identifies as so. In my application I listed her as homoflexible is because sexuality is a ~spectrum~ and I can see the potential of Margot having a sexual relationship with a man. He would have to be a great friend of her’s, and it would be casual and probably just a drunken fling. She’s super gay and would never be in a relationship with a ( identifying ) man.

She’s out to her fans & the world. Her songs feature female pronouns.

Her music is basically Reputation Era with more St. Vincent vibes. She considers herself a guitarist before a singer. She’s also not nearly as famous as Taylor, she’s more like St. Vincent level famous. She feels very confident in the rockstar persona.

She struggles with her reputation ( ...ok lack of a better word, I swear ) because of her drug use and rehabilitation. She gets a lot of shit for it, but is learning to embrace it as much as possible.

Not very girly, but not super butch either. Kinda soft butch. Mostly wears leather jackets and black jeans, but gets sparkly for the stage. She’s not opposed to dresses.

Kinda a player, tbh. Had her heart broken and can’t really get over it. She’s pretty awful at commitment.

Feels her feelings really strongly, but keeps them to herself for the most part. As much as she can help it.

Pretty sarcastic, pretty flirty, major BDE.

Allows the nickname “Go” by everyone, but “Go Go” is reserved for the people super duper duper close to her. And only if used sparingly. Will also answer to “Fox” or “Foxy.”

Is clean of drugs, but does still drink. But not an unhealthy amount.

connections i’d like

her big ex ( you can find the wc on the main )

other exes, from shorter relationships or flings

a super close female friend, or 20, because female friendships are IMPORTANT

a male friend she’s incredibly close to. ( possible plot ) as mentioned they can have like a short fling and be very awkward about it?? ( it would be fun, I promise )

other people in the music industry

someone who checks in on her

fans?? or not fans?

i’m literally down for p much anything, so hmu!

#blbcintro #* ( doing better than I ever was ! — about. )#tw drugs #tw hospitalization #tw alcoholism

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